ৠâ§âđ§ let me in your ocean, swim
bangchan x producer!f!reader
summary:
âChan, youâre an idiot,â Changbin sighs and Chan whips around.
âWhat did I do now?!â he asks, trying to give his voice a joking edge but failing miserably.
âSheâs so into you, and you donât even see it,â Changbin states grandly, like itâs the most glaringly obvious thing in the world. Jisung huffs out a giggle next to him, but nods.
-> In which Chan is a little self-conscious and a lot clueless, Changbin is his therapist and his wingman, and you get really sick of waiting for Chan to get his shit together.
word count: 9.9k words
author's note: a little self-indulgent producer!reader bang chan fic because I too wanna make him feel safe and confident and I think the studio is where he would feel like that. I know I do, too, because fun fact I used to want to be a producer but then i studied music journalism and then life happened and here I am. also this is equal parts plot and smut sooo .... enjoy?!
warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); oral & throatfucking/oral (m & f receiving); fingering (f receiving); only a tiny bit of choking; only the slightest d/s dynamics; cursing because it's channie; mentions of other idols I don't know anything about so don't lynch me if something doesn't work ok soz
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âOkay, hear me out, what if the 808 did a dum dum d-dum at the end of this bar?â
Chan hums, fingers flying over the keyboard, mouse dragging the notes around. When heâs done and hits play again, the verse burst through the speakers. It sounds good, better even.
This was your job. Producing, mixing and editing music. You had replaced their previous guy about a year ago, breezing into the studio on day one, so pretty it had taken Chanâs breath away, and had given them firm handshakes and a huge smile, before taking control of the room and the computer with such professionalism that it made his knees weak. The three of them spent a solid day scuffing their feet into the floor like boys on the first day of school before they finally managed to relax. Now, not a week went by without Jisung jokingly referring to your joint studio sessions as â4racha timeâ.
âI like that,â he hums when he presses pause, and you clap excitedly, bouncing up and down on your chair a little. When he rests his chin in his hand, he realises heâs smiling.
âI love it, it even creates a little syncopation with the vocals there. Itâs catchy,â you gush before swivelling around on your chair, turning to where Jisung and Changbin are lounging on the sofa.
Changbin and Jisung were usually less involved with this specific part of the work â this part being the painstaking adjustment of the mix, the addition of details, last-minute changes to the music. They didnât have the patience for it, so they usually took the time to scroll through TikTok or doze while you and Chan sat there for hours, clicking, replaying, looping, adjusting the EQ.
Chan loved this kind of work. Loved that he could let himself sink into your proverbial professional hands, let you guide him from song to song, not letting him get hung up on something for too long, always solid and calm and confident. It was soothing. Here, he didnât have to be anything, be anyone. He just had to do what he did best. It felt better than being shoved into clothes and smouldering at the camera ever could. Not that the minded that part of the job, but this was the part he loved.
âI agree, that little syncopation sounds really good with Jisungâs vocals,â Changbin agrees, running his hand through his black curls and giving you an exaggerated thumbs up.
You give him a smile before turning to Jisung.
âJisung?â
Jisung looks up from his phone blearily and blinks at you.
âSorry, can you play it again?â
Chan huffs out a laugh and restarts the verse, letting it play until the end, where it leads into the pre-chorus. Jisung purses his lips and finally nods with an approving smile.
Chan can basically taste the satisfaction rolling off you. Your energy was always like that; like a current running through the studio, one that he gladly let sweep him up, letting it carry him along and through so many long days and nights.
He doesnât realise you turned back to him until he hears your voice. When he turns his head, youâre looking at him expectantly.
âSo we keep it?â you ask, and Chan watches your eyes race over his face to try to gauge his reaction.
âWe all just agreed,â he chuckles out awkwardly and he can feel his ears starting to burn. Great. Youâre still grinning when you roll your eyes at him and shrug.
âYeah, but you only said you liked it, plus, you have the final say,â you say calmly and Chan blinks at the screen dumbly, his cheeks flaring up more, before he finally turns to you.
âIâm pretty sure JYP doesnât pay you to listen to us,â he quips and raises a playful eyebrow at you. He hopes you canât hear that he kind of means it.
You glare back at him, but your lips are still curled into a smile.
âJYP pays me to make your music great â and to do that I will listen to whoever I think is really good at what they do,â you say and give him a wink that makes his ears burn more.
âSo ⊠keep?â you ask again and this time Chan just nods and you mumble a quiet nice, scooting your chair closer to him. When you take the mouse from him, your fingertips trail over the back of his hand and it sends goosebumps racing down his arm.
When you get up to leave an hour later, much earlier than usual, you rest a hand on Chanâs shoulder as you chat with Changbin. He tells himself that itâs normal, that youâre friends, that he shouldnât be overthinking about how comfortable you must be with him to do this so absentmindedly. He also has to tell himself to keep breathing normally.
âWhy are you leaving already?â Jisung asks with a yawn, âwe all know Channie-hyung gets nothing done when youâre not here.â
Chan half turns and gives Jisung a glare, but Jisung just grins at him.
You chuckle and shift your weight, your hand falling from Chanâs shoulder. He feels the absence of it way too keenly.
âI gotta be back here tomorrow at 10 with Gunil and the boys,â you shrug and hoist your bag further up your shoulder.
âFrom Xdinary Heroes?â Changbin asks and you nod, âI didnât know you started working with them.â
Right. Sometimes Chan forgets youâre not just here when they are. You work with other groups.
âStarted at their last comeback. Theyâre the exact opposite of you, funnily enough,â you chuckle, âthey always wanna come in first thing in the morning.â
Do you work with them the same way? The other boys are too young, but do you joke with Gunil the same way you joke with Chan? Do you rest your hand on his shoulder before you leave? Chan furrows his brows and keeps clicking around ProTools aimlessly.
Thereâs a lull in the conversation.
âWell, Iâll be going,â you announce before your hand comes back to Chanâs shoulder, squeezing it slightly, âdonât work too late. Same time tomorrow?â
Chan doesnât trust himself to look at you, so he just nods, and waits until Jisung hums out an affirmative. Your hand disappears, the door opens and shuts, and your footsteps echo down the hallway. He finally lets out the breath heâs been holding.
âChan, youâre an idiot,â Changbin sighs and Chan whips around.
âWhat did I do now?!â he asks, trying to give his voice a joking edge but failing miserably.
âSheâs so into you and you donât even see it,â Changbin states grandly, like itâs the most glaringly obvious thing in the world. Jisung huffs out a giggle next to him, but nods.
Chan shakes his head jerkily, crossing his arms over his chest.
âShe treats me the same way she treats you guys,â he denies, though his heart clenches uncomfortably in his chest.
Jisung properly laughs at that.
âChannie-hyung, she touched your shoulder twice. For, like, literally no reason. Also, she keeps staring at you when youâre not looking. Just watches you click around. Itâs really cute.â
Chan can feel a single tendril of hope lick up his spine. Changbin seems to see it in his eyes.
âYouâre clearly into her as well,â he states, and Chan makes a non-committal sound that half sounds like a negation. Changbinâs brows furrow. âYou go stupid every time she smiles at you. You comment on her outfit, you bring her coffee, sometimes you drive her home. You always agree when she makes a suggestion.â
Anger flares in Chanâs gut.
âShe makes good suggestions! Sheâs a really good fucking producer!â he can tell heâs almost yelling and he clears his throat. Deep breath in, deep breath out.
âShe is,â Changbin says with a little smile, âSheâs a really good producer, sheâs super hot, and sheâs into you.â
The words make Chan nearly sick with promise, but thereâs a whisper in the back of his head that keeps him from believing Changbin fully. Surely, it wouldnât be him. The mental image of you flirting with Gunil makes him flinch.
âIt wouldnât work anyways,â he mumbles, turning back to the computer, âplus, maybe sheâs the same way with Gunil. Heâs definitely the hotter choice.â
âIâm pretty sure Gunilâs gay,â Jisung muses. Chan just glares at the screen.
âWell, if itâs not Gunil, then itâs one of the other 20 idols she works with. Or literally anyone else.â
He hears how pathetic he sounds and heâs glad he can avoid Changbinâs prying eyes. But, predictably, Changbin doesnât leave him alone. He gets up and plops down into the chair you only recently abandoned and leans forward, his elbows on his knees.
âChan, you need to stop talking about yourself like that,â he says intently, and Chan almost feels bad. Changbinâs right, he should stop talking about himself like that. But it still wouldnât change the fact that thatâs what he thinks about himself. What a lot of people think about him, for that matter.
He doesnât respond, just saves the project for the 12th time in the last five minutes. He canât forget to fix that snare, like you said.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Changbin throw a look towards Jisung, but he doesnât acknowledge it. Theyâve been here before. Changbin lets it go and gets up.
âLetâs go home, get an early night for once,â he suggests and Chan looks up at him, âyou know Jisungâs right, you get nothing done when Y/Nâs not here.â
Chan waves him off.
âIâll stick around for a while, I wanna figure out the bridge on the last track.â
They leave, begrudgingly. Chan sticks around until 3 in the morning, until his eyes are burning and heâs halfway convinced himself that Jisungâs wrong and youâre hooking up with Gunil. The bridge sounds worse now, so he reverts the project back to where it was when Changbin and Jisung left and goes home.
Itâs no surprise that he sleeps like shit. He wakes up and drags himself through dance practice, Minho giving him worried glares every now and again. He nearly falls asleep in the shower after.
When he opens the door to the studio at 7.30pm and is welcomed by the smell of leather and technology, the whirring of the computers and the eery soundlessness of the padding â itâs like coming home.
He drops his bag on the floor and lets himself fall into his chair with a sigh. He leans back all the way, his muscles slowly relaxing, legs stretching out in front of him deliciously. Maybe he can rest his eyes, just for five minutes, until Changbin and Jisung get here âŠ
He mustâve nodded off pretty quickly because heâs awoken by a gentle pressure on his arm and a soft voice saying his name and he hums, still half in his dream, before he flutters his eyes open.
Youâre leaning over him with the gentlest look in your eyes and a soft smile on your lips, and for a second, he thinks heâs still dreaming, but then he realises where he is and that he fell asleep in the chair and that you just found him.
He blinks the sleep from his eyes and you lean back, pulling your hand back in the process. God, he hates when you pull your hand back. But youâre still smiling at him, which makes him feel a little better.
âLong day?â you ask, and Chan sits up slowly, blearily blinking the sleep from his eyes. You fall into your chair and pull out your iPad. He turns to you and nods.
âDidnât sleep much last night,â he mumbles, his shoulder cracking loudly when he stretches his arms behind his back. He thinks he sees your eyes flutter down to where his t-shirt rides up, but he tells himself to stop projecting.
âDid you stay late again?â you scold gently, and he shrugs apologetically.
âTried to fix the bridge,â he explains, and you nod.
âGod, that bridge,â you mumble, âhow did it go?â
Chan just shakes his head.
âNothing worked, itâs still the same,â he admits and averts his eyes. He half expects you to be disappointed in him, which he doesnât want to see. Or maybe youâll make a joke about what Jisung said last night, that he wouldnât get anything done without you. But you just shrug.
âThere are those days,â you say and pat his arm gently. Right, he thinks, you wouldnât make him feel bad about things. You never do. He canât think about it too long, so he changes the subject.
âHow did it go with Gunil today?â he asks and he hopes he sounds neutral, despite the hours and hours last night that he had imagined you flirting with the guy.
You look at him briefly and then you shrug.
âIt went well,â you reply, âtheyâre really professional and Gunil always has great input. Also, I get to record actual instruments, so thatâs always fun. I donât get to do that often.â
Chan just nods, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, and turns back to the screen. Stupid, stupid, stupid. His brain chants. Say something.
âThatâs ⊠nice,â he offers and grimaces immediately. That was the most awkward thing he couldâve said. You watch him carefully and it feels like your gaze is burning holes into his soul.
Heâs saved by his phone buzzing, Changbinâs name lighting up the screen. Right, Changbin and Jisung. Theyâre meant to be here by now.
8.15pm Changbin
hey man, jisung and I canât make it to the studio tonight
send Y/N our love
you should make the most of tonight
Chan blinks at his phone stupidly. He has all their calendars. He saw them earlier. There is no reason why they wouldnât be able to âŠ
Ah. Theyâre setting him up. Great. Fantastic. Annoyance flares up deep in his gut. Heâs not in the mood for his meddling members.
He does his best to shake off his frustration before he looks up at you and oh dammit, fuck, youâre so pretty. It doesnât happen often that he gets you all to himself for a whole evening. Itâs making his heartbeat flutter in his chest.
âJisung and Changbin canât make it tonight,â he announces and you turn around, surprise written all over your features.
âReally?! I thought I saw them in the cafeteria earlier.â
Chan curses Changbin out in his head.
âYeah, something just came up, very spontaneous,â Chan explains and you shrug.
âOh well, this more our work anyways, isnât it,â you say, smiling at him in a way that Chan canât quite read. You turn to the screen and double-click on the song with the cursed bridge.
Our work, it reverberates through Chanâs head.
For the next two hours, Chan doesnât focus on work. He canât. Heâs too busy wondering if heâs going insane or if youâre sitting closer to him than usual. But he so clearly feels your thigh resting against his knee, feels your jeans rub against his sweats with every one of your movements.
Youâre finally finished with one of the tracks and you lean back, lifting your hands up in celebration with a yawn. Chan canât keep his eyes away from your thighs, how theyâre squished together on the seat of your chair, running up into your waist, the barest sliver of skin visible âŠ
âYou donât have many parts in this one,â you state and his eyes snap up to your face, but youâre not looking at him, instead pursing your lips at the project thatâs still open on the screen. âLike, you only have half a chorus and some ad-libs.â
Chan shrugs. Of course, of all the people, you would notice.
âOh, you know,â he starts, burying his fists in the pocket of his sweatshirt. He should really start dressing nicer for the studio, he looks like a slob next to you in your nice tight jeans and sweet, soft sweaters. Fuck, he wants to run his hands underneath those sweaters every damn time. Stop, Chan. Stop being weird.
âWhy?â you ask, finally looking at him, cocking your head to the side. The look in your eyes reminds him a lot of Changbinâs and he bristles.
âWell, you know, Jisung sounds much better on the bridge. Minho had less parts last comeback and gets the centreâ he tries to reason, but you keep looking at him, âplus, nobody wants to see that.â
Your eyebrows pull together.
âSee what?â
âMe,â he says quietly, âStay wants to see the boys, wants to see Hyunjin dance and hear Seungmin sing and Jisung rap.â
Youâre staring at him now and he feels like an idiot. Fuck, why did he say that?
âYou think they donât want to see you?â you ask calmly, slowly and he nods and shrugs. You scoff and shake your head.
âYouâre an idiot, Channie,â you say, your pretty face pulled into a scowl as you turn back to the screen. Ouch.
âWhy does everyone keep calling me that?!â he snaps, his face darkening. âIâm doing my fucking best, okay?!â
He has never gotten angry at you, ever. But now his heart is thumping in his chest and heâs glaring at you. You look surprised for a second before the expression on your face sours.
âExactly! Youâre doing your best and youâre doing a great fucking job, but you keep saying you donât.â
Your words confuse him. You look angry, but also something else he doesnât understand. Clearly, you didnât want silence because you get up, and shove your iPad into your bag.
âYouâre an idiot because youâre one of the best people Iâve ever met. Youâre an idiot because I like working with you the most because youâre so good at what you do and youâre so fucking kind and always pay attention to the people around you. Youâre an idiot because you say people donât want to see you when youâre literally sex on legs. And itâs not that you lack confidence, no, because you wouldnât be here without it â youâre an idiot because everyone keeps trying to be nice to you and you pretend like you donât deserve it. Well, guess what, you do.â
And without another word, you stomp out of the room.
The door slams behind you and Chan can feel his heartbeat in his ears. What?!
âShe said what?!â Changbin squeaks out the next morning, in the hallway of their dorm, waiting for Hyunjin and Jisung.
Chan nods, running his hand through his hair nervously.
âChan,â he just says, and Chan can see the disappointment in his face.
âBin, if you call me an idiot, I swear to God I will punch you.â
Changbin scoffs.
âI wonât, but you know what you have to do now, right?â
Chan groans.
âNo, I donât know, actually. What am I even meant to say?â
Changbin sighs.
âShe basically told you she likes you,â he says carefully and shushes Chan when Chan is about to interrupt him.
âWho told Chan she liked him?!â Hyunjin exclaims from behind Chan, and he lets his head fall back against the wall with a thud.
Changbin repeats everything Chan just told him, and Hyunjin excitedly grabs Chanâs arm.
âDude, that is so romantic! Itâs like a movie!â He gushes, staring at Chan with stars in his eyes, âshe totally likes you.â
Chan wants to fucking cry because he wants to believe it so badly.
âFine, letâs assume she does, which is still crazy to me,â he finally says and Changbin nods, âhow on earth do I talk to her now? Sheâs angry with me!â
âOh, Channie, sheâs not angry,â Changbin says with a smile, âwhat youâll do is youâll go to the company and find out what her schedule is like today and then you will go get her a coffee and you will pick her up from her last session and âŠâ
âAnd then you kiss her and tell her something really deep like âI want to deserve youâ and then you go home with her and make sweet love to her until the sun âŠâ
âHyunjin!â Chan all but shrieks, but Changbin giggles.
âNot the worst plan, to be honest,â he teases, and Chan presses the heels of his hands into his eyes until it hurts.
Jisung finally walks into the hallway with his hood over his head, blinking at them.
âWhat did I miss?â
Changbin laughs and turns to open the door.
âIâll tell you in the car.â
Despite it all, Chan does listen to them. When theyâre done with the music show recording and everyone goes home, he ignores Changbinâs eyebrow wiggle, gets into his own car and drives to the company â with a brief detour to his favourite cafĂ© down the road.
As he walks up to the reception with your coffee in hand, he has a brief moment of panic and his steps falter. What if youâre not there any more. What if you already left. Youâre meant to record vocals with them tomorrow afternoon. He canât face you in front of everyone.
The receptionist looks up at him when he stops in front of her.
âHi, I was just wondering, is Y/N still here?â
His voice sounds odd to him. The receptionist taps away at her keyboard.
âShe is, sheâs booked with Itzy for another hour. Studio 5.â
Chan nods, hoping that she canât hear the nerves in his voice.
âDoes she have anything else on her calendar today?â
The receptionist looks down and then shakes her head.
âNo, thatâs her last thing today. Sheâs back tomorrow at 3pm with you.â
Chan nods again, giving her a quiet thank you before he turns and makes his way to the elevator.
In. Out. In. Out. He can do this. If Hyunjin and Changbin both say youâre not mad at him, youâre probably not, right?
He walks up to Studio 5 and mercifully, the ârecordingâ sign above the door is off. Before he can chicken out, he raises his hand and knocks rapidly. Thereâs silence, then a distant, âcome inâ.
When he opens the door, heâs faced with 6 women staring at him; you at your desk, Yeji leaning against the desk next to you, the rest of her members scattered around the room. His face immediately flushes red-hot.
âY/N,â he says quietly and you rapidly blink your eyes before you get up and walk over to where heâs rooted to the spot in the doorframe.
You stop in front of him, far too close to not be distracting.
âChan?â
He takes a deep breath.
âI ⊠uhh, I brought you coffee,â he says, awkwardly extending it to you. He can feel the eyes of the other girls burning holes into the side of his head. You take the coffee from him wordlessly. He tries to ignore the audience, tries to focus on your eyes. Oh, your damn eyes, so pretty and intelligent.
âAnd I thought, uhh, maybe, if you donât mind, after youâre done, we could talk?â
Youâre looking up at him, your face unreadable. Youâre wearing new earrings today, he notices. They look pretty.
You watch his eyes rest on your ears and huff out a laugh when his gaze meets yours again. You shake your head, but you smile.
âSure, Iâd like that, but we still have at least an hour left.â
âIâll wait,â Chan says, too fast and much too eager. âIâll wait for you. In our studio, Iâll just get some work done.â
He wonât, he thinks. Thereâs no way.
You nod, your smile even softer now. So soft. Fuck.
âOkay,â you say and he smiles, too, unable to help it.
âOkay ⊠Iâll uhh leave you to it, sorry, Iâll go, Iâll see you later,â he mutters out, bowing awkwardly at the rest of the girl group and closes the door behind him. Once heâs outside, he can hear silence and then loud squeals and chatter.
He doesnât get any work done in the next hour, haphazardly clicking through his open projects until the door cracks open slightly.
He slams his laptop shut when you poke your head into the room, and you chuckle. He just smiles at you, so giddy with your smile, your presence, this feeling that something is about to change. He doesnât say anything, just waits, lets you set the pace. He can be patient, heâd do anything for you.
âWanna drive me home?â you ask and he nods, already shoving his laptop into his bag.
Youâre quiet as you walk down the hallway, youâre quiet in the elevator, though you do lean against the wall right next to him, so close he can smell your perfume. He leads you into the garage and to his car and you punch your address into his phone. As if he hadnât memorised the way there the third time he drove you home, almost 10 months ago.
You still havenât said a single word when he pulls up in front of your house. Did he miss something? Were you waiting for him to talk? Your hand finds the door handle and you crack it open, though you look back at him and raise your eyebrows.
âI figured it would be nicer if we didnât have this conversation in the car,â you say slowly and he blinks at you.
âDo you want me toââ
You laugh, a clear, shimmering sound.
âYes, Chan, please come inside with me.â
He nods, his cheeks already on fire again, as he kills the engine and scrambles out of the car.
When you unlock your door, he realises he has driven you home countless times, but he has never actually seen your apartment. You push the door open and hold it for him, before toeing your shoes off. He does the same and follows you into the living room.
His first thought is that itâs cozy, so cozy he feels like an intruder, like a stranger that just walked into your head. The sofa looks worn and comfortable, full of throw pillows, a thick blanket bunched up next to your laptop. There are candles on the low table in front of it, most of them half burned down. He wonders if thatâs where you sit when you work from home. Cozied up in the blanket, your laptop on your lap, the candles burning.
Behind the sofa thereâs a large wooden dining table, half of it taken up by miscellaneous papers and magazines. All around the room thereâs ⊠music. Two electric guitars on one wall, a bass leaning against the side of a low storage cabinet that is bursting open, cables hanging onto the floor. There are records on the walls, records under your TV, your record player next to it.
âDo you want anything to drink?â you ask from the half open kitchen, and he looks over. Youâre leaning over the half open fridge. âI have water, Diet Coke, beer, wine, or I can make you some coffee?â
âGeez, you have everything,â he hums out, brutally reminded of the yawning emptiness and ungodly mess of his dorms. Compared to that, this place seems calm, clean ⊠mature.
Your laugh echoes back to him.
âHardly. For example, I actually have no idea how long this wine has been open for.â
That makes him laugh as well, some of the tension melting from his bones.
âIâm good for now,â he says and you shrug, getting a bottle of water from the fridge and walking past him until youâre sat on the sofa, folding your legs underneath yourself.
He follows you, but suddenly gets distracted by a pile of bright pink books on the storage cabinet next to your table. No way.
âAre those âŠ?â he asks, a disbelieving chuckle tumbling from his lips. You giggle and get up, rounding the sofa until youâre standing next to him.
âYour albums, yeah, the ones I worked on,â you explain with a smile. Now thereâs a blush on your cheeks. âA couple of versions for good measure.â
Chan just chuckles again, shaking his head.
âI hope you at least got them for free from the company,â he mumbles and you just chuckle. He stares at the pile. Theyâre all there.
âAnd youâre displaying them in your living room?â he adds, voice full of wonder.
âHey,â you argue sheepishly, âIâm proud of my work, of our work. And look, âŠâ
You reach around him and pluck one of the albums from the pile. Youâve never been this close to him; your arm is pressed up against his chest, your hair within a few inches of his face. Heâs staring at your hair, so close heâd just have to âŠ
Then you hold up a small, shiny piece of cardboard, victory written all over your features.
âI even pulled you!â
Itâs a photocard. Of him. Him, with smudged eyeliner, his bangs in his face, holding up a peace sign. You look up at him with the prettiest smile heâs ever seen.
His brain crashes and burns and his hand finds the back of your head and then heâs kissing you; pressing his lips to yours softly, but insistently, a deep sigh fighting its way out of his chest because God heâs wanted this for so, so long.
You make the cutest surprised noise in the back of your throat, but then you melt into his embrace, kissing him back eagerly, your hand wrapping around his wrist where heâs holding on to you, as if to keep him from letting go. When he pulls back, you make a sad little sound in the back of your throat and he swears you could ask him to do anything right then and there and he would do it.
He rests his forehead against yours softly. His breathing is laboured, eyes heavy.
âSorry,â he mumbles, âprobably shouldâve asked before I did that.â
You chuckle, but still roll your eyes at him.
âI thought I made it clear enough that I like you.â
Chan swears his heart stutters to a halt for a second.
âYou ⊠like me,â he breathes out and you pull back in disbelief.
âYes, of course, I ⊠how was that not obvious?â
Chan shrugs helplessly, his cheeks starting to burn.
âI mean, Changbin told me you did, and Hyunjin also said it sounded like it.â
You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms across your chest.
âSo, how many of your members did you ask about this?â
He flushes, but you grin at him. He takes a tentative step closer, his hands finding your wrists and gently uncrossing your arms. His eyes are caught by the image of his fingertips on your skin, the feel of it underneath his.
âOnly Changbin and Jisung, and then Changbin involved Hyunjin,â he says, slowly moving your hands to come to rest on his hips. You let him, your palms coming to rest over his hoodie. When he looks up again, your eyes are glued to his lips.
âWhat else did they say then?â
Chan smiles, leaning forward only enough to rub his nose against yours. He can hear your breath hitch in your throat. His heart is thundering in his chest.
âHyunjin said I should kiss you and say something profound like âI want to deserve youâ,â he whispers and he feels you breathe out a laugh against his lips. He wonders if your heart is beating as fast as his.
âChannie,â you breathe out and it makes a shiver run down his spine, âyou already deserve me.â
âFuck,â he rasps out, his hands surging up to cup your face. But he doesnât kiss you yet. âYouâre the best part of my day, do you know that? Youâre so ⊠so damn pretty and so fucking hot and so good at what you do and so capable and ⊠fuck, I like you, too, I hope you know that.â
You breathe out another laugh, but something in your face looks like you might cry.
âI was hoping so, yeah,â you mumble, and he shakes his head. He leans forward and ghosts his lips over yours.
âYou know what else Hyunjin said?â he murmurs and itâs taking everything in him not to lean in yet. You hum in question.
âThat I should make love to you until the sun rises,â he whispers, against your lips, and you whimper. His knees nearly buckle at the sound.
âGod, please,â you mumble before you fist your hands into his sweatshirt and pull your body into his, pressing your lips against his hungrily. You let your tongue run over his bottom lip and he opens his mouth readily. When your tongue swipes over his, blistering electricity shocks down his spine. He kisses you harder, his tongue dipping into your mouth like heâs trying to map out every inch of it, one hand coming to your waist to pull you closer.
He would be embarrassed at the fact that heâs already filling out in his pants, if it wasnât for the pretty little gasps you keep breathing into his mouth. God, you like him. You like him, too.
His head is swimming with the taste of you on his tongue, his body pressing closer and closer until you hit the edge of the wooden dining table. His foot hits one of the chairs and it nearly topples over, but you catch it before it can fall over. He hesitates only for a second, but itâs enough for you to notice.
âDonât you dare apologise for that,â you mumble against his lips before you kiss him again, pulling him flush against your body. And you donât have to tell him twice this time. He wraps one arm around your waist and lifts you onto the table, your legs falling open until he can stand between them. He leans his hands on the table on either side of you, caging you tightly against his body.
âBetter?â he growls and you nod deliriously, letting your hands travel under his sweater and over his bare back, before you dig your nails into his skin. A deep groan rips from his throat at the sensation, his hips bucking forward into nothingness. Your hands are shoving his sweater up, desperately running your palms over his skin.
Youâre staring at him with fire in your eyes, mumbling a quiet, âoff,â and he complies instantly. And heâs used to people staring at him, of course he is, but nobody has ever looked at him the way you do. Like you had no expectations, but like he exceeded every single one of them anyways. Your eyes are roaming every piece of exposed skin, your fingertips coming to trace over his abs.
âHow are you real,â you breathe and suddenly, he blushes. Heâs standing in front of you half naked, rock hard in his jeans, and his face flushes crimson like heâs a school boy. You smirk at him and pull him closer.
You press a feather-light kiss on his jaw and his eyes flutter shut, his hands falling to the thighs heâd been staring at for the better part of 5 months. They feel so much better under his hands than he couldâve ever imagined, so plush and thick, he wants to feel them wrapped around his fucking head for hours. You keep kissing down his neck torturously slowly, sucking a deep mark into the skin right above his collarbone, and he thinks like heâll go insane.
He threads his fingers into the hair on the back of your neck and tugs you backwards, your head following the motion readily, a little gasp falling from your lips. He kisses you again, with everything he has. But you pull back with a desperate little moan that makes his cock twitch in his sweats.
âTake me to my bedroom,â you breathe out and he smiles at you, scooping you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist effortlessly. You press messy little kisses all over his cheeks and temples, giggling slightly as he makes his way down the hallway and through the half-open door of your bedroom.
But before he can throw you onto the bed, you untangle your legs and jump from his arms, pulling him down into your lips again and turning him around, pressing your hands into his chest and walking him to the edge of your bed, forcing him to sit down. You bend down to press a few more kisses to his lips before you sink to your knees.
Oh fuck.
You stare up at him, eyes wide, lips slick and slightly parted, and the view itself makes him lightheaded. He barely thought he deserved you earlier today and now you were on your knees in front of him, looking at him like you were ready to give him whatever he asked for.
You rake your nails up his thighs and he shudders out a breath when your fingers reach his waistband.
âYou ⊠you donât have to,â he stutters out, though his cock visibly twitches in his pants. Traitor.
You stare at him steadily as you push your fingertips underneath his waistband. He leans back, supporting himself with his arms behind him, his fingers fisted into the sheets.
âI need you to stop doing that,â you say, your face serious. He gulps, but you continue before he can ask you what you mean, âstop telling me what you do and donât deserve. Iâm on my knees in front of you because I think youâre the sexiest man Iâve ever seen in my life and I want you to absolutely ruin me.â
He blinks at you, unable to form a coherent sentence, as you slowly pull at his waistband. So instead, he just lifts his hips to let you pull down his sweats and boxers. When his cock finally springs free, he hisses, watching you as your eyes dip down.
âFuck, youâre big, Channie,â you breathe and lick your lips. Chan thinks he wonât survive you. âAnd so beautiful. Such a beautiful cock on a beautiful man.â
With those words, you press a hot kiss to the inside of his thigh, dragging your lips across his skin. You accidentally bump is cock with your soft cheek and he whines. Whether from the touch or from your works, he doesnât know at this point. You chuckle.
But you seem to have mercy on him because you donât tease, dragging your lips up his shaft sweetly. Chanâs pretty sure itâs the softest thing heâs ever felt, but then your tongue peeks out of your mouth and licks at him and he has to correct himself because holy shit.
Your hands are on his thighs, massaging his skin when your lips loosely wrap around the tip of his cock. Your tongue swipes over his slit, humming at the taste of his precum, and then you sink him into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly, intentionally, swirling your tongue around his base. When you look up at him, itâs like the breath has been punched out of him. Your lips are stretched around him, a trail of saliva running down your chin, your make-up smudged around your eyes. Itâs better than any of the wet dreams heâs had about you, and heâs had many.
âFuuuuckâ, he breathes out and you hum around his cock.
You shuffle a little closer and then the hand that was holding him comes down to his balls, running lithe fingers over the velvety skin as you sink him further into your mouth until he hits your throat and you gag around him slightly.
The pleasure is overwhelming, every slide of your mouth so fucking perfect on his sensitive cock, and when your throat constricts around him, his hips jump before he can control himself.
âSorry, sorry,â he whispers, breathing a ragged whimper as he tries to get his breathing under control.
Suddenly, you pull away from him. He flinches at the sudden loss of contact, your spit rapidly cooling on his cock.
âChannie,â you purr out, and his eyes immediately flicker to yours, like he never had a choice, âI want you to fuck my throat.â
Chan blinks at you. Surely, you didnât just say that.
âHuh?â
You roll your eyes.
âI want you to fuck my throat. I want you to wrap your hand into my hair and tug me down onto your cock. And I want you to cum in my mouth.â
Thereâs a solid beat where he tries to figure out if youâre serious, but your words are echoing through his head. Stop telling me what you do and donât deserve. And youâre staring up at him with so much desire, he wants to eat you whole.
So, carefully, he nods, mumbling something about pinching his thigh if it gets too much, before he gingerly unclenches his hand from the sheets and brings it to your face. He takes his time, lets his fingertips caress down your cheekbones, over the soft skin of your cheeks until theyâre cupping your jaw. Delicately, he guides you forward, back to his cock, and you smile prettily before you wrap your lips around his head, tonguing at him in a way that that forces a moan from him. The sheer pleasure of it melts some of his hesitation, and he lets his fingers trail into your hair, running through it gently before he sinks his fingers into it and gets a good grip.
He starts slow, bobbing you up and down shallowly, the wet heat of your mouth already better than anything heâs ever felt. Then he pulls you down further, his grip on your head tightening, and the way you choke out a moan at the feeling is all the confirmation he needs. So he lets go a little bit, making you take him deeper and deeper with every subsequent slide of your mouth, and your throat opens around him readily. Then, all at once, heâs so deep that your nose bumps into his pubic hair and heâs pretty sure heâs seeing God because he has never in his life felt anything like it. He watches you, your pretty eyes fluttered shut, your nails digging into his thighs as he drags you up and down, and the image alone makes him hurtle toward his release. He can feel himself throbbing in your mouth.
âOh, baby, baby,â he pants out, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure, âIâm gonna ⊠I have to ⊠oh God if you donât want me to cum in your mouth stop me now.â
But you just hum lapping your tongue along the underside of his cock and that does it, his vision whites out as pleasure explodes in his abdomen, shuddering through his body until he can feel it in his toes. Heâs cradling your head, his hips canting up ever so slightly with every wave of cum he shoots down your throat and he feels like itâs never-ending.
When heâs spent, he collapses backwards, falling against the sheets, breathless. He distantly registers you, gently unthreading his fingers from your hair and getting up before the bed dips and you crawl over him.
You look like an angel, looking down at him with a satisfied smile, even if your lips are red raw and your make-up is runny. A debauched angel. His debauched angel.
He smiles back at you before he pulls you into his lips, tasting himself when he swipes his tongue across yours. When his hands find your waist, he mewls out.
âHow are you still dressed,â he complains, one hand coming to hide his face, âI canât believe you did all of that while youâre still dressed.â
You giggle into his lips endearingly, but he flips you over until heâs hovering over you, caging you against the mattress with his elbows on either side of your head.
âLet me undress you, beautiful,â he whispers and presses a soft kiss to your lips and you just nod, eyes wide and wet.
And he does, lets his big hands finally push underneath the softness of your sweater until he can feel the unbelievably softer skin of your stomach, feeling every inch of your plush waist, squeezing and caressing to his heartâs content before he rucks the sweater up and over your head. He makes quick work of your bra, sliding it off you with a heady groan, his lips immediately pressing kisses from your collarbone to your tits, mouthing at the supple skin. When his lips wrap around your nipple, your back arches off the bed so sinfully, his cock twitches again already.
He hums as he continues to lap at your nipple, switching from one to the other, using his free hand to roll them between his thumb and pointer finger.
âP-please,â you breathe out and it makes his head spin, the airy quality of your voice like heâs never heard it before. He wants to draw every single sound out of you and he wants to catalogue them all. So he trails his kisses down your sternum, down the expanse of your belly, nuzzling his nose into the skin underneath your belly button with a hum as he works open the button of your jeans.
He gets up enough to pull your jeans and panties off you in one fluid motion, hooking his hands underneath your knees to pull you to the edge of the bed. Now he sinks to his knees and it feels almost reverent. He doesnât care about the way his knees dig into the plush carpet because his eyes are glued to where your core is on display for him, beautiful and glistening. He hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, then the other, nuzzling the skin of your thighs with a deep sigh. Finally. But he can smell your arousal now and itâs so sweet and addicting that the kisses he places on the inside of your thighs more resemble a wet drag of his lips than anything else.
With the first lick to your folds and the first sweet moan he drags from your lips, his hand shoots down to squeeze his cock because heâs already hard again and_fuck_ you sound good and you taste even better, so sweet and tart and heady.
He leans into gathering the wetness from your entrance, swirling his tongue up to your clit and rubbing at it until your knuckles turn white on the sheets and only then does he let himself dip down and into your entrance, his tongue rubbing over the sensitive skin. You whimper and reach your hand out for him. When he sees you hesitate, he reaches out, interlacing his fingers with yours slowly and deliberately, as he laps at you. You blink down at him and you look so sweet and wrecked and so vulnerable, itâs unlike anything heâs ever seen before. Itâs so unlike your professional demeanour at work, yet itâs so much more like you. It suits you. He dips his tongue into your hole, sweet wetness exploding on his tastebuds as you mewl.
âChannie,â you breathe out and he fists his cock loosely.
âWhat, baby?â he mumbles against your folds and moves back to rub your clit with his tongue. Your hips jump off the sheets and he brings your interlaced fingers to rest on your belly, pressing you down.
âP-please, touch me,â you whimper out, and Chan presses his tongue harder against you for a second, revelling in the way your body responds to him immediately.
âIâm touching you, baby,â he hums. When he looks up, youâre pouting and he canât believe how fucking cute you look.
âI wanâ ⊠wanna be full,â you whine out, and Chanâs eyes roll into the back of his head. He lets go of his cock and slowly traces one of his fingers through your folds.
âWant me to stuff you with my fingers, baby?â he asks and chuckles when you shake your head frantically.
âWanâ your cock,â you mumble and open your eyes, the big watery depths of them making Chan questions everything heâs ever known. He haphazardly wipes his mouth on the sheets before he moves up your body, lifting you up the sheets with an arm around your waist until your pretty head is cushioned on the pillows. You look so ethereal like this, he wants to worship you and ruin you. Yes, both.
He grips you by the chin, letting his eyes roam over your features, taking one more second to revel in the fact that he has you under him. Then he kisses you deep and dirty, hard grip on your chin as he forces you to take it. He canât resist it, and he slides one finger into your wet warm entrance, entranced by the way you flutter around him, your hands flying to his shoulders as you curse out.
âFuck, I want your cock,â you curse out, head tipping back when Chan adds another finger.
âYou think youâre ready for that, baby?â he questions, head dipping down to nip at the skin of your neck as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.
You nod frantically.
ââM so ready. Please, Channie, I want you to stretch me open really slowly, so all I can feel is you,â you breathe out and Chan is glad his face is buried in your neck because heâs pretty sure his eyes just rolled into the back of his head âI want it to slide in real slow until Iâm full.â
Chan pulls his fingers from you so abruptly it makes you sigh disappointedly. He grasps himself and spreads your slick along his shaft as he strokes his cock, dragging the head of it through your folds. Next time he will make you wait, draw more of these filthy words out of your mouth, make you cum on his tongue and on his fingers until the only thing you can say is his name; but today heâs not strong enough to resist you any longer, not when youâre begging like this.
He pulls his head back and looks into your eyes.
âYou have a filthy mouth,â he mumbles, watches your eyes crinkle with a smile.
âDo you love it?â you ask coquettishly and he grins as he presses the head of his cock into your entrance.
âI love it, baby,â he mumbles as he pushes in slowly, almost breathless with how your walls are sucking him in almost by themselves, enveloping his aching cock in velvety heat. âI love your filthy fucking mouth_oh my gooooood_.â
Whatever he means to say is lost when you cross your legs behind his back and slowly pull him into you, your heat enveloping him slowly but all at once and itâs so tight and so hot. If you hadnât already given him an earth-shattering orgasm earlier, heâs pretty sure he would be fighting tooth and nail not to cum right now.
He sits up a little bit and rocks into you gently and you whimper, quietly, brokenly, and heâs consumed by how much he wants you. He laces his fingers with yours again and pins your hand up and over your head, his other hand coming to your hip to hold you in place.
Everything around him melts away, any thoughts of his members or his work or the traffic outside the window, it all vanishes when he locks eyes with you, his own shimmering desire mirrored in yours, and rolls his hips.
âSo good,â you breathe out and he dips his head down to kiss you, deep and lingering, as he grinds into you.
Much like everything else with you, this feels easy. He pulls out and pushes back in slowly, builds momentum gradually, wanting to taste every inch of you until the pleasure is prickling under his skin and he thinks he might go insane if he doesnât get more friction, just how he likes it â and youâre underneath him, smiling as you moan, your eyes screwed shut as you rock your hips to meet his.
Itâs like thereâs something tying you to him, aligning you on a level that he canât comprehend just yet. And when he picks up his pace, rutting into you harder, you take that, too, the nails of your free hand raking down his abs as his hand tightens on your hips, holding you down against the mattress with ease. He adds a little experimental tilt of his hips at the end of his stroke and oh, you clench around him with a heady moan, another wave of wetness coating his cock and making the slide even wetter.
âYouâre perfect,â he whispers, slightly breathless with the motions of his hips, the words falling from his lips before he can keep them in.
You chuckle, the sound of it interrupted with a heady little moan.
âSays you,â you tease him and he just ⊠laughs, throws his head back and laughs, happiness spreading through his entire body. How are you making him laugh, and this is still the hottest sex heâs ever had.
He lets go of your hip and lets himself fall forward, his body folding over you, his sweaty chest pressed to yours. He feels the drag of your nipples against his chest as he fucks into you harder, and the pleasure makes his toes curl.
âIâve wanted you for so long,â he pants out and presses a kiss to your parted lips, âever since you walked into the studio on the first day, I couldnât take my eyes off you.â
Your hands are digging into his shoulders and he picks up his pace even more, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He inhales, the familiar smell of your perfume mixing with the entirely new smell of your body and creating something so intoxicating he never wants to lift his head again. He runs his tongue over your neck and itâs like a drug, his hand falling from yours over your head and cupping the side of your neck tightly, pulling you impossibly closer against him, as he pistons his cock into you faster, his balls tightening with how close heâs getting to his release.
He sucks on the skin of your neck, letting his teeth graze over your pulse and he can feel your walls flutter around him, tightening more with every single one of his thrusts. He knows youâre close and he winds his hand down to touch your clit, but you stop him, bringing his hand back to your throat, but to the front this time. He pulls back to look at you, and the image of his fingers wrapped around your throat burns itself into his head.
âI wanna cum like this,â you mumble and he groans in disbelief.
âHow are you real?â he echoes your earlier sentiment and you huff out half a laugh thatâs interrupted by your eyes rolling into the back of your head when Chan angles his hips up slightly and tightens his fingers around the side of your throat.
âGod, fuck, look at you,â he pants out, nearly delirious with how youâre clenching and gushing around him so hard now. He can taste your orgasm and his is nipping on his heels close behind. Your hand comes to his wrist and then your back arches, a long moan of his name tearing from your chest as you cum around him. Your hips rock back into him wantonly as you cum and your cunt squeezes his cock tightly as you fuck yourself onto him, and thatâs what makes all his careful self-control turn to dust. You rip an orgasm so visceral from his body that he doubles over, shoving himself as deep into you as he can when he cums, his thighs trembling helplessly as he fills you up.
Heâs still breathless when he pulls back, cupping your face in his hands and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
âIâm so fucking in love with you. Let me take you out to lunch tomorrow before we record,â he says, and itâs like he has never felt surer of anything in his life, all his usual hesitation crumpled up somewhere on the floor of your bedroom, discarded with his sweatpants.
You smile up at him, wider than heâs ever seen it before.
âIâm so fucking in love with you, too. Please take me out to lunch tomorrow,â you repeat, and Chan lets all the happiness bubble up until his cheeks are dimpled, and his eyes are crinkling with a smile.
He doesnât go home that night, only checks his phone and sees Changbin telling the group chat that heâs probably boning his new girlfriend. He sends a text to tell them heâs alright and will meet them at the studio tomorrow.
You order dinner, make love again and fall asleep with your legs tangled under the sheets, kissing, talking about everything under the sun. Chan feels like his whole life has led up to this day, when he realizes that everything with you is easy. It feels like home.
And when you walk into the studio after your lunch date the next day, all of his members fall silent and stare at you expectantly. Chan catches your eyes and thereâs a silent, amused agreement. He just walks over to his seat and pulls out his laptop and asks them if theyâre ready to start.
But Changbin gasps out loud and cheers when Chanâs hand finds your thigh under the table half an hour later. Chan blushes and his eyes snap up to yours immediately, finding you grinning at him with so much fondness in your eyes, he wants to pull you into his lap and kiss you for all the world to see. Instead, he squeezes your leg, giddiness in his chest at the fact that he can do this now. This is the beginning of something new.
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SKZ! while getting head
pairing! skz x reader
genre! smut
synopsis! how i think skz would be while getting head
wc! 600
chan! is more of a giver than a receiver. however every now and then you convince him to just relax and let you take care of him. lays back and lets you be in control. âjust relax.â you cooed before taking him in your mouth. he gasped feeling your mouth around him. âmhm oh fuck.â his voice was shaky. you hollowed your cheeks taking him down your throat. his stomach muscles tensed as he shot his load down your throat. you pulled off with a pop and stuck your tongue out. seeing that you swallowed chan let out a deep groan and covered his face blushing.
minho! likes to lay you down and fuck your throat. he does this cause he can go deeper. your head was laid back as he stood above you, his cock at your lips. âopen up baby.â he said rubbing his tip along your lips. you opened your mouth and he slipped in. he groaned feeling your mouth around him. âfuck baby.â he grunted before bucking his hips. fucks your mouth until heâs shooting his load down your throat.
changbin! is so into shower head. he likes to come home from the studio or practice and get in the shower with you. with the hot water hitting your back, youâre on your knees bobbing your head. your hand working the part of him that doesnât fit in your mouth. âfuck iâm close keep going.â he grunted. you moved your head faster, hollowing your cheeks. he pulled out and finished off on your face. âfuck.â he said seeing your face covered in his release.
hyunjin! loves to finish on your tits. he will fuck your mouth until heâs ready to burst. loves the feeling of your mouth but loves the sight of his cum on you even more. âfuck baby let me see.â he moaned. you pulled off him and pushed your tits together. âfuck.â he grunted releasing his load and covering your chest in pearly white. you smiled at him. he swore he felt his dick twitch.
han! definitely guides your head. he guides your head to meet his thrusts. he taught you to tap his thigh twice if you needed air. heâs mainly in control. âmhm yeah baby you like it when i use your mouth.â he groaned speeding his thrusts up. your eyes watered and your lungs burned. âoh fuck.â he moaned filling your mouth up with his cum. when we pulled out some spilled out and he used his fingers to push it back in.
felix! is so whiny. his deep voice gets so high pitched the moment you take him into your mouth. âoh fuck baby, that feels so good.â he cried out as you took him all the way down your throat. âfuck.â he whined as he came. you swallowed his cum and showed him. âyou treat me so well.â he grinned. you smiled at the praise.
seungmin! is the silent type. the most noise he makes is small breaths. that doesnât mean he isnât enjoying himself. he loves having your mouth wrapped around his cock. his whole body stills as he sucks in a deep breath of hair. you notice his stomach muscles flexing as he cums down your throat. a breathless âfuck.â leaves his lips.
jeongin! is totally down for the classic 69. i mean heâs a guy who isnât. took a lot of convincing before you eventually agreed to give it a shot. so here you were his cock down your throat and his face buried in your heat. you both definitely cum at the same time. once you laid next to him he rolled to face you grinning. âthat was so hot.â he grinned. you groaned pushing his face away. âadmit it.â he poked at you. âfine it was hot.â you mumbled. already excited for the next time.
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Heading In
part one
You asked for it, so I tried my best to deliver!! Please lower your expectations to zero though ....
reader: g/n word count: 1.6k
warnings: slight choking, mulitple orgasms, rough?, breeding, unprotected sex (don't be silly, be safe yeah), swearing, oral (reader receives), slight overstimulation, Chan is a cheeky mf
You and Chan made a promise to each other before he left. Time to fulfil that promise..
Today is your day off, so you take the opportunity to do some spring cleaning. You sort the laundry, clean the bathroom, and head to the kitchen to tackle the mess you and the boys had left last night after dinner. On your way there, your phone rings.. You shuffle around trying to find it, patting yourself down until you realise itâs on the couch.
You run and grab it, answering just before it stops ringing.
âHello?â you say not sure what tone to use, since in the scramble to get the phone you didnât look at the screen properly to see who was calling.
âWhat position yâall in?â, the voice on the other end says. Your shoulders relax and you canât help but laugh out loud, âYouâre an idiotâ
âBut Iâm your idiot, yeah?â Chan responds, you can clearly hear the smirk plastered on his face. âNot for longâ you respond, still laughing, âWhatâs up?â
Chan gasps, âI need an excuse to call my love?! .. I couldnât stop thinking about you. Wanted to hear your voiceâ. You canât help but giggle, âYou saw me 5 hours ago babe. God, youâre soooo needyâ. Your boyfriend laughs, âSays you who couldnât go 5 mins this morning, without sucki-â
You hear the door open, âChan once youâre done drooling and being cringe, we need to head back to the set ... Hiiiii Y/N!â
âHey Lix!â you shout back.
âRight baby, gotta go. Iâll see you later though, remember our promise? .. I love youâ
âHow could I forget? .. I love you too. See you later hottieâ, you blow a kiss down the phone, hang up and continue your kitchen mission.
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Itâs now the late evening, youâre lounging on the couch when you hear the dishwasher beep. You open it and begin taking out the freshly washed plates, while glancing over to the TV in the living room not wanting to miss your show. Open plan apartments, what a blessing
You take the cups out and fully turn your back to the TV, reaching up to put them away, when your ears prick up at the sound of the door closing. Turning around, you spot your boyfriend, with a look in his eyes that youâve seen a few times before. You were in for it
âChannie.. Youâre hom-â Chan clicks the lock and strides towards you dropping his bags on the way, cutting you off by connecting his lips to yours.
He backs you up against the counter kissing you passionately like a man starved, grabbing at your clothes. You moan into his mouth, allowing him to explore you with his hands.
âDo you.. know.. how long Iâve⊠been waiting.. for this'' he breathes out between kisses. âIâve been waiting too..â you respond, completely breathless. Chan wraps his arm around you, and effortlessly sits you on the countertop, his mouth still on yours. He pauses for a second to look you in the eye, âThe thoughts of you were so intense. Had to jerk off to hold me over.. Almost got caught..â. You look at him wide-eyed imagination spinning. Chan snaps you out of it, âWeâre continuing. Right now.â
You nod your head frantically, giggle, and pull him in again. Like dejavu youâre sitting on a counter with your boyfriend standing between your legs making out, feeling him grind against you.
Chan breaks the kiss, and lowers himself to the ground, his hands sliding down your body, eyes deeply fixed on yours. He slips your bottoms off and leaves wet open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs, you wriggle around needing him to hit the spot he purposefully keeps missing.
You release a frustrated moan, causing Chan to look up at you, âWhatâs wrong baby?â his voice dripped with sarcasm. All you can do is groan in response. Chan smirks and dives in, kissing, licking, sucking.. Your hands shoot down, your fingers entangling his hair as he pleasures you. He moans at the feeling of you tugging at his scalp, coupled with the delicious sounds you release hitting his ears. He knows that only he can pull them from you, and it makes him rock hard.
âD-donât stop, donât you fu-stop..â you feel the heat rise in your stomach. âIâm not stopping baby, cum for me. I need you to cum, give it to meâ, Chan sucks you a few more times, pushing you into your orgasm head first.
Chan works his mouth on you a little longer, watching you suffer from overstimulation, and then disconnects himself. He stands up, his eyes meeting yours again, places a single kiss on your neck and whispers against your lips, âWhat do you want hmm? Tell me what you want my loveâ
âChris please...â
âPlease what?â
âPlease.. Fuck me.. Now.â
Chan smirks hearing his English name. He pecks you on the lips and spins you around, laying your chest flush on the counter. One hand grasping a fistful of your hair, holding you down, the other hand wrapped around his cock lining it up with your entrance. He teases a little by rubbing the tip against you, up.. down.. up.. down.. Then he finally slides inside of you all the way.
You gasp at the feeling of being stretched. Chan sucks in a breath âWow. Fuck. Iâll never get used to how good you feelâ, he says closing his eyes. Without warning he starts to move, fucking you mercilessly into the counter as if it was his job. He pulls up his shirt and holds it between his teeth. He wants to witness how his cock slides into you with ease, how your ass ripples every time your bodies meet.. muffled grunts escaping him after every thrust.
âAhhhh yeeeessss, fuck me, fuck me. Yessssâ, the neighbours could definitely hear you, but your orgasm was near and you didnât care one bit. Chan feels how close you are and doesnât slow down. Instead his grip tightens in your hair, his free hand now holding your hands together behind your back, pulling you in to meet his hips. âI- Iâm cum- Iâm gonna-â Your second orgasm hits you like a truck, you grunt and writhe but Chan holds you in place, slowing his hips letting you ride it out.
After a few minutes, Chan leans forward pressing his chest to your back, and whispers in your ear, âIâm not done with you yaâknow?â slow thrust.. âMh-hm. Iâm gonna fuck you, until you canât move..â slow thrust.. âThatâs what you want, yeah?..â slow thrust.. âI know youâve been thinking - slow thrust - about this cock all day..â âAh fuck. Iâve been thinking about - slow thrust - this needy little hole too..â âMmm.. You drive me fucking crazy.. You know that?â slow thrust..
Still connected to one another, Chan pulls you up off the counter, holding you to him firmly by one arm across your chest. He kisses your neck and sucks your earlobe, slowly moving his hips, angling his cock to hit the perfect spot every time. You sink into his arms, as he buries his face into your neck and moans, âYou.. Feel.. So.. Good..â
âCh-an, ahh, plea- I canât- Fuck- oh goddddâ, your teeth are chattering, you grip onto his arm and beg with your eyes. Chan ignores your pleas, âDoes it feel good?â. You hum in response. âNuh uh, tell me. Tell how it feels babyâ
âIt-mmm-it feels good.. M-more, please..â
Chan turns your head to face him, diving in to explore your mouth with his tongue. He kisses with intensity, groaning at the feeling of being so deep inside of you, then he pulls away to meet your eyes, âOne more for me. You can do it- Ahh fuuuck baby.. Mmmâ
After you nod, Chan wastes no time in speeding up his thrusts trying to chase his release, and you clench around him nearing your third one of the night. âGonna cum all over this cock again hm? âŠ. âWant you to fuckinâ drain me. Please.. Please..â Chan whines, knowing heâs about to explode. His hand moves to your throat and he gently squeezes, the pressure of this mixed with the fucking of a lifetime sends you skyrocketing into orbit.
Your eyes roll back, you twitch and shake, as you reach your end first, this orgasm almost knocking you clean off of your feet. Chan follows very quickly after, painting your insides with his seed. He cums so hard that not a single sound could leave his lips, his vision blurs and his legs turn to jelly.. He could have fallen over right there, if he wasnât holding your limp body up.
Chan releases the breath he was holding in, and looks at you with concern, âFucking hell. That was insane.. Are you okay baby?â
âWell you are definitely a man of your word! .. Iâm okay Channieâ you say in between pants, half chuckling.
Chan chuckles back, pulling out, still holding you. He picks you up, brings you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed.
He places a single kiss on your lips, âIâm gonna run a bath for us yeah?â and disappears to the bathroom. You hum in response, your exhausted body sinking into the soft sheets. Chan re-enters the bedroom leaving the bath to fill, finally takes his shirt off and crawls on the bed hovering over you. âSee what happens when you work me up when I have to leave you? I get carried away.. You sure youâre fine?â, he says studying your face.
You smile at his cute concern, âDid I say the safeword?â Chan answers by shaking his head. âExactly. So Iâm fineeeee. Cuddle me now pleaseâ you say, making grabby hands at him.
Chan lays beside you, and pulls you in wrapping his arms around your waist, âThe bedroom.. The bathroom.. The kitchen.. Weâre gonna defile this whole fucking house yâknowâ, he says peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders. You laugh, âWell it is ours to defileâ
âI love you, I love usâ
âMe too Channie, I love us tooâ
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A/N: And there you have it folksâŠ. I hope it lived up to your expectations (Iâm sorry if it didnât, iâm still rusty đ„č). Thanks for all the love, 500+ notes on part 1?! That's crazy!!!! I never expected it in a million years!
Again I will be running far far FAR away...
Until next time if there is one!! *smooch*
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âĄ ë°©ì°Ź BANG CHAN -> bathroom mirror.
chan grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugged hard so you lift your head to face him-- or rather, the mirror in front of you. he had you bent obscenely over the bathroom sink, fat cock pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt from behind, his thrusts so hard and deep that the sink digs painfully into your hips and you keep narrowly missing hitting the mirror with your forehead. "look at you~" he cooed so sugary sweet, nasty and condescending, the smacking of skin and the wet squelches from your cunt nearly drowning out his voice, echoing against the bathroom tile. "look so pretty like this, babygirl." you hardly recognized the person that stared back at you in the mirror; your mouth hung open, unable to contain your moans and shrill cries of pleasure, drool leaving your chin spit-slick and shiny. your eyes were blown out, dazed and unfocused and utterly debauched. you wanted to avert your eyes, but chan wouldn't let you look away. you can see his handsome, sweaty face and his pretty smirk behind you in the mirror, his tanned skin pink and his hair sticking to his forehead. "go ahead, pretty girl, tell me what you see."
âĄ ëŻŒíž MINHO -> the floor.
"such a tight fucking pussy, so good for me--" minho rasped, panting like a dog; the pace of his hips made you throw your head back and wail, his pretty cock hitting so deep inside you were seeing stars. you had been being a brat all night, pushed minho's buttons until he snapped and put you back in your place-- he had pushed you down onto the living room floor and mounted you right there like some kind of animal, held you in place with his long fingers pressing blooming purple and pink bruises to your hips and neck. "gonna make me cum soon, fuck baby... gonna let me cum inside? let me fill you up?" your knees burned from the carpet but you couldn't find it in you to care, not when minho was fucking you this good. he goes faster, harder, enamored with the way your ass jiggled fom his thrusts, the way your moans only got higher, more pathetic and whiny. he slapped your ass, hard, and snickered to himself as you choked on your scream. "you like it when i fuck you like this, huh? whore. right here where anyone could see you? see how good i give it to you? fuck, my girl's such a nasty slut."
âĄ ì°œëč CHANGBIN -> the wall.
"who's pussy is this?" changbin growled into your ear, calloused hands folding you in half as he pounded you against the wall. "hm? who's pussy does this belong to? since you don't seem to fuckin' remember." your legs swung uselessly over his shoulders, bin's white-knuckle grip pressing your knees up against your chest-- his thick fat cock hit all of the right spots, kissed your cervix with every rough thrust, filled you up so deliciously you were rendered completely speechless.. "i-i'm sorry!" you warbled, scratching uselessly at his bulging biceps, unable to say much else with his thick fingers sliding down your thigh to rub tight circles against your swollen, aching clit. you could hardly focus, greedily drinking in eyefulls of changbin's big arms as he flexed to keep you firm against the wall. "it's yours! i'm yours!" "damned right," he grunted, huffing breath unsteady, his thrusts growing slick and sloppy as he neared his climax. "fuck yeah, you're mine, all mine."
⥠íì§ HYUNJIN -> the couch.
"i just want to cuddle, baby," he had sworn with a smile, patting his lap so invitingly and beckoning you to come sit, but you knew he was lying straight through his teeth-- in no time at all hyunjin had you stripped naked and bouncing up and down on his cock, helping you set the pace with his hands gripping tight on your ass, alternating between squeezing and slapping the flesh, his evil grin widening with every whimper and gasp he managed to get out of you. his big long cock was so deep it made your head spin; you could feel him in your tummy, his hips meeting yours with deafening smacks... "jinnie, jinnie, i'm gonna cum!" you squealed, your nails digging crescents into hyunjin's shoulders; he just bounced you harder, fucked you deeper, threw his head back against the couch cushions when your wet gummy walls spasm and flutter around his shaft. "shit, baby, gonna cum for me? gonna make a mess?" he goaded eagerly, lopsided grin and unfocused eyes making your pussy clench hard around him. "go ahead baby, cum on my cock~"
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JOCK!CHAN X NERD!FEM READER SMUT??đđ»ââïžđđ»ââïž
pairing: Jock!Chan x Nerd!Fem!Reader
t/w: smut ; breasts play ; clit play ; slight oral kink.
w/c: 1.5k
a/n: NO BC I actually love this idea sm đđ»ââïž Hope you like it anon âĄ
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
"Come over after practice?"
You adjust your glasses on your nose after sending the text and get up to change into your pajamas.
You don't expect an immediate response, but you're too bored because you have nothing to do and you can't wait for him to text back.
You receive a reply only two hours later.
"Of course, baby, I'll take a quick shower and I'll be with you."
Only half an hour passes before he's standing in front of the door of your dorm room, with dark curly hair still wet and dressed in his usual black pants and t-shirt.
Before you know it, his soft lips are on yours and without breaking apart, you usher him into the room and he closes the door.
"Your hair is still wet." you point out as if he didn't already know.
"I wanted to be with you as soon as possible." You blush slightly at his words.
"How was practice?" you ask him.
"Changbin missed all his shots today." he chuckles.
"He's too short for basketball, I've always said so." you laugh with him.
"What were you doing in the meantime?"
"I was reading a book Seungmin lent me."
That's why shortly after you're sitting on your bed with your boyfriend's head in your lap while you read aloud word after word.
His eyes are closed as he listens to your soothing voice, but at some point you stop and he opens his eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asks you, and when you don't answer, he raises an eyebrow and gently lowers the book with one hand to see your slightly flushed face.
The story is getting a bit... hot, "Uh... I'm not sure if I should continue..." you admit, and he immediately understands what it's about. A smirk forms on his lips as he gets up.
"No, keep reading, I want to know how it continues." He has you sit in the middle of the bed and positions himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and keeping his eyes on the book, without reading, "Then?"
"Uh... he- he started kissing her neck," his soft lips immediately press against the skin of your nape, leaving slow, wet kisses, "As his hands roamed all over her body." And so does he, releasing the embrace and moving his hands over your body still covered by the light pajama shirt, running his fingers over your belly and higher, grazing the outline of your breasts.
"You're not wearing a bra?" He whispers against your neck, his breath lightly tickling you.
"I'm more comfy without."
He groans almost imperceptibly, feeling your hardening nipples through the fabric of the shirt.
"Keep reading." he orders, and you do as he says.
You read quickly in your mind, trying to get to the parts where it only describes his actions. "His- his fingers play with her nipples, squeezing them between his fingers andâ" you pause as a yelp escapes your lips when you feel his fingers brush against your nipples and then squeeze them in between.
Before you realise it, his strong arms lift you from where you're sitting on the bed. One arm goes under your legs, while the other holds the upper part of your body, picking you up bridal style, and gently lays you with your head on the pillow.
Sometimes you still marvel at how truly strong he is.
He then positions himself between your legs. He lifts your shirt to uncover your breasts and plays with your nipples, pinching and licking them.
"Then?" His voice is low and sensual, causing a throbbing sensation in your lower parts, where his covered cock brushes against you through his pants.
"His- his hand travels down her bodyâ" the movement of his hand sends shivers through your body. He swiftly removes your pajama shorts, and kisses various spots on your leg as he moves up to place his head at your level, locking eyes with you.
One of his hands takes the book from your hands while the other slips under your panties, feeling your wetness with his middle and ring fingers. A gasp escapes your lips before you can control it.
"You're so wet already.â he breathes on your lips, feeling all the slick that has come out of your hole. He gathers some of your juices and uses it to glide his fingers in slow circular motions on your clit, making you sigh. "This pretty pussy's begging for attention, mhh?â
He moans with you as his fingers slide into your hole. He moves them back and forth slowly, curling them upwards to brush against that sensitive spot inside you.
His breath is heavy as yours and his pants feel tight.
His thumb rests on your clit and moves as best he can to stimulate you more.
Your faces are so close. He looks into your eyes and can't resist the urge to kiss you. It's slow and sensual, your tongues meeting and your breaths mingling.
When you break apart, a trail of saliva connects your lips. Your boyfriend removes his fingers from inside you, making you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
Your panties are soon on the floor next to your pants, and your shirt follows shortly after.
"You're so gorgeous." he compliments as he admires your exposed body beneath him.
It's not the first time he's looked at your naked body, but his gaze feels heavy on you.
He notices your embarrassment and leans in on you. "I can't wait to be inside you." he whispers in your ear.
"Then don't." you urge him.
And a few seconds later, his cock is inside your tight heat, making both of you moan in unison.
Soon he begins to move. You need more time to get used to the intrusion, but the desperation of both has taken over.
Despite it not being the first time, the stretch still hurts initially. But it only takes a few slow initial thrusts for you to get used to it.
His pace quickens and becomes more steady, and one of his hands has to cover your mouth to stifle your sounds.
Your moans come out muffled against his palm, and he closes his eyes, biting back a moan, "As much as I love hearing you, we don't want to get caught, now do we?" he whispers. You nod, and he removes his hand from your mouth.
You grit your teeth and throw your head back into the pillows âas much as you can without hurting yourself because of the ponytailâ trying to be as quiet as possible, but it's difficult.
Your glasses are askew on your face, and just one wrong move would be enough to cause problems for them. That's why Chan carefully takes them off and places them on the nightstand next to the bed.
It's when his cock hits a certain sensitive spot inside you hard that a cry escapes your lips, and you're too taken by surprise to hold it back.
Two fingers are shoved into your mouth to try to stifle the sounds trying to come out, "You did that on purpose so I would put my fingers in your mouth, huh? You like being fucked like this, don't you?" he whispers in your ear, licking and sucking on the lobe.
Your tongue moves upward, wanting to speak, pressing against his fingers. At your movement, he throws his head back, letting out a pitiful moan; his hips falter for a second, and his cock twitches inside you.
You close your lips around his fingers and nod instead, unable to speak.
"You feel so damn good." His head rests in the crook of your neck. "Fuck." He breathes.
The sound of skins slapping together grows louder in the room. A drop of sweat falls from his forehead, and his hands grip the sheets tightly at the sides of your head.
"Baby, I'm close." He whines, warning you.
Your legs tremble, your limbs feel like jelly.
"Me too." You reply, "Chris, please."
He brings two of his fingers to your clit, moving them quickly, but the movements are not steady, distracted by his impending climax.
"Y/n, I'm going to cumâ" he urgently moans, "You have to come now." It's an order, despite the slight desperation in his voice, like you could control your orgasm.
You place your fingers over his that are still on your clit and move them together.
Your breaths are heavy and loud. Anyone passing by your room would understand what you're doing, but in the heat of the moment you don't give it much weight. The only thing on your minds is reaching your highs.
And you do; you come first and he follows right after. His well-defined muscles, built from the gym he attends with his friends, twitch gorgeously as he cums into the condom.
It takes a few minutes for both of you to catch your breath. He pulls out of you and tosses the condom into the trash bin at the end of your bed.
He joins you again in bed and looks at you, perhaps a little embarrassed, "It wonât go down..." he admits, referring to his still somehow hard dick.
You prop your body up on your elbows. Your eyes shift to look at his half-erection and then back to his eyes, with a smirk.
"Round two?"
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Hatake Kakashi NSFW Alphabet
Once again, I was bored so this was not a request. However, gotta shout out @actuallysaiyan because so many of these headcanons came from conversations we've had about Kakashi.
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Anything you might want or need right after, Kakashi is here for you. Heâs already getting you a glass of water and a washcloth before you even think to ask, and donât even bother trying to get it yourself.
The cuddling and pillow talk while bathing in the afterglow is so soothing to him. Heâs happy to lay beside you for hours just talking nonsense and playing with your hair.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
On himself, Kakashi doesnât have much of a preference. He has noticed how much you like tugging on his hair when heâs got his face buried between your thighs and he likes that shit so much.
Kakashi canât choose between your tits or your thighs. He loves laying his head on both while you play with his hair or rub his back. He also likes to have his face buried between both parts. Donât make him choose.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Kakashi is really happy to cum wherever you would prefer him to do it. He doesnât have a preference because as far as heâs concerned itâs a win no matter what. You look good with his cum painting your skin and it feels wonderful when you swallow. Cumming inside of you is very intimate, and he really likes that about it. However, for the same reason he likes it, heâd also probably be kind of shy about it at first. He would definitely ask about it and make sure youâre okay with it.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Kakashi reads smut in public. He doesnât really keep his dirty secrets very secret.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Kakashi is more sexually experienced than one would assume. Itâs always been casual and usually, heâs never seen them again. He tried to use sex to mend himself but found he just felt lonelier than ever. The thing thatâs new to him is actual intimacy.
Again, he reads smut in public. He knows what to do. Not to mention heâs very perceptive and he will pick up on how you react to certain things easily.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Kakashi has a lot of positions he likes, but he does like any position in which youâre riding him. Heâll grip onto your hips to guide your pace, digging his short fingernails into your skin as he gets closer to cumming.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Kakashi can sometimes get nervous and crack silly little jokes, but for the most part, he tries to be more focused and serious.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Kakashi is not super hairy naturally. He does have a little silver happy trail leading into a small patch of darker gray pubic hair thatâs just barely noticeable. It doesnât require much grooming.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
When Kakashi fucks you, he makes you feel as though youâre the only person in the whole world. Heâll whisper in your ear how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. Long, languid, open-mouthed kisses are frequent.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesnât really jack off very much. Even when he was single, it just never did it for him. Sometimes when he feels stressed heâll do it as a way to relax. Other than that, itâs just not something he does a lot.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Kakashi loves it when you wear lingerie for him, especially anything thatâs lace or silk.
Heâd also really like playing around with blindfolds, bondage, and overstimulation. Heâd like for you to do those things to him just as much as heâd like to do them to you.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His favorite place to do it is your apartment, but as for the specifics, heâs not picky. On the couch, kitchen table, bending you over the counter, in the shower, on the bed. He really doesnât care.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Kakashi loves it when you whisper naughty things in his ear, especially out in public. Heâll think about it all day. Also, anytime you do something sweet/nurturing for him he would just want you immediately.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Kakashi isnât huge on degradation. Also, he wouldnât want to do anything to inflict pain on you and definitely wouldnât want it done to him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves to give you oral. He would stay between your thighs until youâre so overstimulated that your thighs are basically squeezing his head. He loves it, and heâs very good at it.
As far as receiving, Kakashi is mess as soon as your mouth is around him. Heâll be moaning and lightly thrusting deeper down your throat. His hands would tangle in your hair and heâd whisper, âFeels so good. So fucking good.â
Heâs almost embarrassed by how quickly you can get him to the brink. The man is just so damn touch-starved, and he never gets enough. Heâs pretty good about warning you when heâs about to cum, but sometimes his mind just goes blank.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He tends to be more slow and sensual. Of course, he has his moments where he just wants to bend you over the nearest surface and pound into you. This just isnât his typical mood.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Kakashi prefers longer sessions, but sometimes they can be fun. Remember when he gave Team 7 the bell test and then he disappeared during lunch? Yeah, you were definitely having a quickie in the woods.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Kakashi kind of just likes what he likes. Heâd be game to experiment, but he has certain boundaries he wonât cross.
As far as risks, it would really depend on what the risk is. Getting caught? Nope, he would die from the embarrassment. Thereâs a difference between reading Icha Icha in public and actually getting caught fucking.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Kakashi is kind of embarrassed because at first, he cums kind of quickly. He gets better about lasting longer as time goes on, but if you do things just right heâll still cum quickly. He makes up for it by being able to go multiple rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
During your relationship, heâs accumulated blindfolds, rope, and a vibrator. He will happily use them on you, and let you use them on him as well.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He is the biggest fucking tease. Kakashi loves teasing you and will do so for as long as he wants. Youâll basically have tears in your eyes begging him to fuck you or let you cum before he gives in. Heâs very smug about it too.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heâs not very loud. Heâll let out some moans and mutter some dirty talk. Other than that, heâs pretty tame with noises.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
If Kakashi has gotten a good nightâs sleep (which is SUPER RARE) he will wake up feeling really horny. More than once youâve woken up with him sleepily grinding against you.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Kakashi is about 8 inches long with average girth. Heâs got a nice curve that allows him to easily hit all the most sensitive spots inside you.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Kakashi is depressed, so his sex drive isnât always going to be the highest. More often than not, heâs yearning for touch and comfort more than he is sex. That being said, when he is horny heâs very horny.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Kakashi generally just doesnât sleep well. So heâll probably lay beside you for a couple of hours just listening to you breathe before he falls asleep.
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Work Pressure (B.C)
The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather
âNo, you donât understand,â he said his cool fingers finding your warm skin and raising goosebumps. âI missed you, I missed being close to you.âÂ
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Soft tunes could be heard despite Chan wearing headphones. It was past working hours at the JYPE building, the only people left putting in some extra hours of practice, production, or the cleaning crew for the night. Worried your boyfriend would skip his dinner for the nth time you had shown up with dishes from his favorite place - you reckoned he deserved a treat after working so hard for days.Â
After the man was well-fed and rested his eyes with a power nap on your lap he wanted to get back to work.Â
âIs it gonna take long baby?â you had asked, settling down on the sofa, his jacket as blanket knowing you might be in for a long night.Â
âAn hour or so loveâŠ. Iâm sorry but I have to finish this.âÂ
âIt's okay, I might do some work too later but Iâll just chill here if thatâs alright.â
âDonât wanna go home?â he asked getting up from your lap, leaning to kiss you before he adjusted his jacket on you.Â
âIâll be alone,â you said he kissed your forehead before going back to his system, sitting down he glanced at you once before putting his headphones on partially covering one ear in case you needed something.Â
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It has been two hours almost, you had fallen asleep in the initial 45 minutes waking to see Chan slumped over, his shoulders looking like they hurt, staring at his computer as the lines kept moving, the glare from the screen painted his face in blues. The only source of light was from his desktop. Chan had barely moved from that position except to turn the lights off to let you sleep, and you felt bad.Â
He did not register you getting off the couch and stretching, so he was startled when you touched his shoulder. His palms fly to overlap yours,Â
âYou scared me,â he said taking the headphones off, neck resting on the headrest as he looked up at you.Â
âIt's been two hours.â you reminded him running your fingers through his curls before massaging his forehead and temples. Chan hummed the throbbing pain in his head subsiding from your fingers. You massaged his head, his sinuses finally working your way to the knot on his neck his head fell forward a groan falling out of his lips.
âHow about we stop? Hmm?â you asked as he pulled you to stand in front of him, your hands still on his shoulders.Â
âI need to get this done.â he sadly voiced head leaning forward to rest on your tummy as you ran your fingers through his hair he hugged your lower half sighing. This week was tough there was too much to do. Chan just wanted to sleep without worrying in his bed in the arms of his girlfriend.Â
A few frustrated tears left his eyes and your eyebrows furrowed in worry.Â
âBaby?â you asked holding his face, he closed his eyes not willing to see you yet, but his actions were contradictory as he pulled you into his lap. A gasp left you but you recovered, palms holding his face as he cried. Salty tears stained your necks and shoulders as Chan let out quiet sobs.Â
You just let him cry, he needed it but it broke you to see him hurt. This man carried his job and responsibilities on his broad shoulder but wore his heart on his sleeves.Â
âI...I am so sorry. Iâm sorryâŠ. Sorry.â he repeated and you were beyond confused, slowly you coaxed his face from your neck to look at you, his eyes opened.
âWhy are you apologising?â you asked wiping off his tears and cradling his face, he sniffed and you grabbed a tissue for him. After he caught his breath you kissed his forehead, his red nose his cheeks his eyes. The dark eye bags were prominent and you hoped your kisses would ease his fatigue.Â
âDonât say sorry baby. Talk to me,â you asked holding his face as he wrapped his hands around your waist.Â
âIâm such a shitty boyfriend. I canât even finish one track and Iâm scared. Iâm letting the team down.â His eyes were downcast as he spoke.
âWhat no..â you tried but he shook his head.Â
âItâs too much, I canât make it past this one verse. Nothing is perfect, and I was too harsh on Jisung today. He got so mad and left. Iâm tired y/n. And Iâm troubling you.â
âWait, troubling me?âÂ
He nodded opting to hide his face in your neck, âYou're alone at home, you are sleeping on my studio couch you deserve better baby. Iâm so so-â
âDon't you dare say sorry again Bang Christopher Chan â you unintentionally raised your voice. At the mention of his full name, he stiffened.
âI know it's been a tough week for you. But don't for a second think that you have been anything but the best boyfriend. Channie, you are tired and youâre frustrated and you made some mistakes. But you are still trying and putting in the work. You have a lot on your mind and you just need a break baby.â
âBut I-â
âSshâŠ. all of you are tired and overworked. It's probably why Jisung reacted that way, he still loves his Channie hyung. He is the one who texted me telling me you had a bad day that's why I came to cheer you up, I fell asleep because I had an early start today thatâs all.â
He hummed hugging you as you spoke in hushed whispers.Â
âChris, baby I need you to know something. Yes, I am alone at home on some days and it does hurt me but I will never hold that against you, I love you and your work. Iâm so proud of you baby you still work like a dog even after reaching so many people with your music, youâre consistent, hard-working, and fucking dedicated. I love that about you, donât ever think that you are a burden to me. I would gladly spend days on this couch if it means I can spend my time with you. Iâm worried I might disturb you!"
âNo, no you made my day,â he said wiping tears.
âThen you have to believe that seeing you makes my day too. Even if I have to sleep on a couch. I don't mind it I love sleeping on the couch it's so comfy actually. Oof that Spotify dust-covered pillow donât you just love the smell of dust,â you joked hoping to get a smile out of him. It did, his tired face broke into a smile, a small laugh escaping his lips.Â
âSo donât you ever tell nonsense like that, tell that stupid voice in your brains to shush. You are doing so well. Iâm really proud of you.â
âI love you.â he breathes into your neck.
âI love you,â you emphasize with a kiss on his cheek. Then without stopping, you placed loud kisses around his face, mwah mwah mwah!Â
He giggled before begging you to stop 'okay okay okay... Okay, stop.' You pulled away to look at him, worn out he was still so handsome and you missed this, you missed him so much. Chan did too which he expressed by pulling you in for a long kiss. His lips were dry, you wet with your saliva as they moulded with each other, you held his face leading the kiss palm holding his cheeks. He lazily licked your lips before you parted yours to let his wet muscle into your mouth. The kiss was heating up, softly still. He detached and reattached your mouths. Again and again and again and without thinking a small moan slipped passed his mouth.Â
âSorry,â he gasped when you pulled away. You pulled his face back and bit his bottom lip it didn't hurt he felt a sharp sting. âWhat did I tell you about apologising Chris?â you questioned hands gripping his hair and pulling his head back
âMm.â he groaned as your lips found the column of his neck. âDonât apologies.â you say as you bite his neck.
âI miss you,â Chan said tongue tracing behind your ear before his teeth grazed it, drawing a whimper out of you. âI miss you too,â you say his hand began to wander further, from your shoulders to your waist as they raised the hem of your sweater wanting to feel your skin slipping his big palms in.Â
âNo, you donât understand,â he said his cool fingers finding your warm skin and raising goosebumps.
âI missed you, I missed being close to you.âÂ
âHaa..ah Chriss.â you whined as he traced along your back simultaneously creating love bites.
âMe too,â you whispered lips finding his. Your sweater moved up as it got lodged on his forearms. This kiss was less comforting, it was more of an âI miss youâ passionate kiss, he held your hair to angle your head to his liking, you melting at the touch as his tongue traced patterns in your mouth. Â
âMm I want you princess..â he whispered onto your lips as his hands adjusted your thighs so that you were properly straddling his lap, you could feel his hardening cock through his pants.Â
âHere?â you questioned, both of you satisfying each other regardless of the time and place was not something foreign but in his company where someone might walk in, it was unprofessional and would cause a lot of problems for him.Â
âPlease.â he pleaded, his hands now under your outfit palms inching towards your breast
âPleaseâŠâ he emphasized as he squeezed your breasts over your bra, being touch starved you let out an embarrassingly loud moan.Â
âSomeone might hear us..â you say hands in his hair as he begins to grind up into you.
âRecording room,â he said breaking the kiss as the two of you looked at the overly huge sunglass thingy inside the soundproofed room with a glass window. You looked back at Chan who looked like he would almost cry- for different reasons this time.Â
âFuck.. okay.â you had barely finished speaking when Chan rose from the chair holding you.Â
âChri-isâ you gasp as he hiked you higher holding your thighs and plush lips sucking where your neck meets your shoulder you moved your head away inviting him to kiss and bite more.Â
Somehow, he managed to open the door and plop you down before he turned to close it, propping a chair on the knob. It was dark as none of you bothered to turn the lights on. Chan reached for the switch but you stopped him.Â
âNo lights please,â you begged kissing his swollen lips before moving down his neck careful not to mark his skin for PR reasons.Â
âBut, I want to see yo- ahâ he moaned as you began to palm his dick.Â
His mind blanked completely forgetting about the light switch as his back hit the wall. You dropped to your knees in front of him working on the ties of his sweatpants before pulling them down to release his aching dick. He was fully hard now, the shaft hot and heavy as you held him in your palms, stroking softly. Chan was groaning, sensitive from not being released in days. His fingers found their way into your hair as you placed soft kisses and licks from his tip to his balls.Â
âMmph.. baby. I-â his sentence cut off as you took his tip into your mouth, tongue licking over his slit tasting his precum. You sucked diligently on his tip for a few seconds. Chan moaned as you forced yourself to take more of him into your mouth. Pulling away to catch a breath before pushing yourself to accommodate his length. You gagged tears spring to your eyes as you felt him graze the skin at the back of your mouth.Â
âAh âŠ. Ah⊠ahâ Chan was a mess, fingers holding onto your ponytail as he slowly fucked your face. You began bobbing your head up and down and he tightened his grip on your head all politeness leaving him as he was desperate to finish. Your jaw began to hurt but he deserved a release so you hollowed your cheeks, past the sting as you sucked him dry. He came with a broken moan, his release hitting the back of your throat. You pulled off his dick and swallowed the mess to which he tsked.Â
âBaby⊠you didnât have to swallow,â he said between gasps. âIt's okay I wanted to.â he helped you onto your feet, attacking your mouth he could taste himself on your tongue. He groaned at the flavour and his hands once again found the skin of your back, unclasping your bra. You gripped at his black t-shirt as he made work of your sweater, removing it and throwing it on the floor.Â
Your bra unhooked but Chan did not even bother removing it before he placed his lips on your right nipple, he was on his knees now one hand kneading your breast as he sucked on the other one.
âAah, Chris⊠Channie..â you kept crying as soft as you could as he bit and marked the skin of your breast, fingers unzipping your shorts and feeling their way to your mound.Â
Your knees buckled and Chan pulled you onto his lap once again, he sat on his knees your thighs straddling his once again. He could feel your wetness through your panties as his fingers pushed them to the side to touch you. He palmed your pussy before playing with your clit, you jerking at that, he had to hold you down. You could not keep quiet biting the back of your palm as Chanâs fingers entered your hole. You tried to pull away his hands and mouth everywhere at once but Chan roughly pulled you into him.
âDonât. Pull. Awayâ he said fingers moving at an awkward angle. He looked over your shoulders to see your clothes on the floor stopping his fingers. He pulled away and placed you on the floor delicately before moving to move your sweater and removing his shirt to make a makeshift blanket on the floor. Though it was carpeted. He picked you up before gently placing you down on top of the garments.Â
He plopped himself between your legs, throwing your shorts beneath the two of you. Lips finding each other. Moans and whimpers echoed in the room as you held onto each other tighter desperately grinding against one another. He gripped his cock out from its confines and tore open a condom, the only cloth left on his body was his sweats. After sheathing himself he slowly traced your pussy lips.Â
Your body jerked, âChannie please..âÂ
âPlease what pretty?â he teased your old chan slowly returning. You smiled before your mouth formed an o, hips stuttering as Chan spread your lips, grazing your clit with his member. He licked his fingers using them to wet your pussy thoroughly stimulating your wetness to produce in ample amounts. He slowly pushed in just the tip, a sigh leaving his lip.
âAah..â your back rose from the floor as Chan slowly ground into you, âYou felt so warm so so slippery fuck he had missed this so much.âÂ
Your arms found solace behind his neck playing with the hair while Chan held his body weight on one arm, his other grabbing your face to kiss you dirty and deep, teeth clashing and spit exchanging. The sounds muffled as the two of you breathed into each other's mouths. He had begun to pull away to the tip before pushing back in. Repeating the action as your mind grew dumb. A loud moan broke through the room as he found a comfortable pace to thrust. Just then a beep was heard and the main door to the studio opened. Your eyes widened as Chan slapped his hand on your mouth. He stopped thrusting but grinded slowly not to lose the momentum. You both were huddled on the floor near the wall out of the vision line. But still your heart began to beat faster. The janitor was simply checking whether the studio had vacated, but he saw Chanâs bag and jacket in the room. After a few moments, he left thinking Chan had gone on break. Your whimpers were muffled by his hands as he breathed in relief at the sound of the door closing and locking automatically. His hip still moving slowly you felt his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with each jerk. Chan removed his hand to see you drool a bitÂ
âSee, I told you it was a bad id- Chris!â he snapped his hips fast you screamed but it was in a soundproof room. âFuck baby, so wet for me.. aah I missed this... Missed-mph so much. Your cunt is so warmâŠ. So warm.â he nudged your gooey spot and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer. Chan now thrust into your hole, fast and deep licking his index and middle finger before bringing it to draw on your clitoris. He drew mindless shapes on the swollen bud as he groaned into the skin of your neck biting your shoulders. Because of all the movement, his pants too slipped off his frame near his feet.Â
Your nails dug into his skin as the two of you lost yourselves in each other. âBaby, Iâm so close, are you? I wanna... Ah fuck.. I wanna cum with you..â he voiced breathing ragged as he kissed your plump lips.Â
You could only manage babbles âYeah..ah.. So- bi..ig cha- aahâÂ
He took your nipple into his mouth and your back arched pushing your breasts into his face.Â
âChan.. Chris Iâm Iâm cumming..â you breathed words cut off by moans.Â
âGod... fuck princess me too.â as the second orgasm for Chan washed over that night you moaned carelessly knowing well only he could hear it. He jerked his hips a few times before emptying completely into the rubber and falling onto your body. His whole weight felt comforting to you, like a heavy warm blanket. He was still inside you as the two of you caught your breath.
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The source of light from his desktop had dimmed long ago but the window was open and soft moonlight made your vision visible. Chan moved his body to hover over yours again. You were still in a blissed-out state.Â
âYou okay?â he asked softly pulling out, his nose nudging your face before he placed a soft kiss on your jaw.
âIâm okay.â you say taking his face in your hands again, âyou?â
âIâm better, sweetheart. I needed this,â he says, kissing you once more before getting off the floor. Chan disposed of the condom and checked whether the coast was clear before moving the chair blocking the door. Tightening his pants he walked out of the recording room shirtless and rummaged around his table. You sat up once he returned with a tissue box and some water.Â
âThank you.â you finish gulping the water before moving onto your feet. Your sweater was stained with your release Chris apologetically handed it to you. You did not mind reassuring him with a peck on his cheek and grabbing the rest of your innerwear and putting them on. Thankfully your shorts and his T-shirt were clean.Â
Stepping out of the record room he turned on the dim light, you grabbed his jacket to cover your upper body, the outfit big for your frame. Chan clad in his t-shirt hugs you from behind as you are zipping it up.Â
You looked at him to kiss his cheek.Â
âLetâs go home,â you say placing your hands on his.Â
âI have to finish this babe.â he calmly said. Before you could protest your boyfriend lifted you off the ground and he sat back down on his chair you pl.Â
âDon't worry, Iâll just record a sample and we can go. Iâll do the rest with Jisung soon.â he did, and you applauded his stamina with a kiss before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He worked on with you sleeping peacefully in his lap even when he sang into the mic. His mind felt clearer and he finished the job within an hour.Â
âDone,â he said looking down to see you fast asleep, gripping onto his t-shirt. He checked his phone after packing his things into his bag on the ground still not waking you up.
There were notifications from Han which read, âHyung, Iâm sorry. Iâll work harder tomorrow. Fried chicken on me?â he felt the last of his worries vanish knowing that the younger was not mad at him. He shot a quick reply with lots of hearts and gently woke you up.Â
âBaby? Letâs go home.âÂ
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A/N: What would I give to love this man like this. Hope you enjoy this
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summary: Chris is a werewolf. His best friend is well aware of this. But what she doesnât 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 sheâs 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 arenât getting laid đ, 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 youâd 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 (heâs a werewolf and heâs been dreaming about breeding his best friend. You donât 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: â Weâre not just friends and you fucking know it â
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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. Heâs always been able to keep his cool, even when things get⊠a little hairy. As a werewolf, heâs 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.Â
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 didnât 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. Chrisâ 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 couldnât 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 couldnât understand and how was he supposed to explain it? How could he explain that he was a werewolf? Theyâd 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. Youâd 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 Chrisâ nature and understood. Chrisâ heat was more intense than any heâd experienced before and he couldnât 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 didnât even know your name.
When he returned to class, you were there, in the same spot youâd been before. Chris took his seat in a different spot in an effort to avoid having to look at you for the weekâs 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. âFuck.â
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 didnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 universityâs 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 Chrisâ 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 canât 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 youâd 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 Chrisâ 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.
âYou got everything?â 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. âYeah,â you replied breathlessly. Chris paused the game and tilted his head back to look at you standing behind him. âYou sure?â he asked.
It wasnât unlike you to forget things and Chris knew this. There were more than a handful of times youâd 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.
âYes, dad,â 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, youâd never admit it to him but you often thought about adding the extra syllable to the name, if only to see his reaction. Chris wasnât aware of it but you knew all about his⊠inclination towards the title. Heâd let it slip one night while you were drinking at home, celebrating a promotion with a couple bottles of wine.
[flashback]
âItâs not that bad!â you said in protest as Chris laughed harder, cheeks red from both the action and from the alcohol. âHonestly?â he asked, his laughter subsiding for only a moment. You nodded, your own cheeks warm. âThen itâs not really a degradation kink, is it?â Chris asked.
âIt is! But it also feeds into my praise kink,â 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.
Chrisâ laughter started up again. âPraise kink? Like â oh wow, good job sucking dick?ââ he asked through laughs. You narrowed your eyes. âNo,â you retorted. âItâs more like âyouâre doing so well,â or âyou take me so well,ââ you explained. Chris cocked his head. âSo if I were to call you a âgood little slutâ that would do it for you?â
His question was meant to be curious but you couldnât control the way your walls clenched around nothing. âShit,â you thought to yourself as you felt your core heat up, knowing it wasnât entirely the alcoholâs fault.
There was no denying that your best friend was hot. Heâd been hitting the gym since before you met and had probably one of the best bodies youâd ever seen. He was insanely attractive with his strong biceps, muscular thighs and well formed ass. The term cake didnât 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. Youâd 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 couldnât 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 youâd ever met but you wouldnât change a single thing about him. Not even the werewolf side of him and the heat that kicked you out once a week.
âYeah,â you said finally, grabbing the bottle of wine from him and taking a swig. Chris chuckled, shaking his head. âAh, itâs not that bad,â he replied. âI like being called daddy so, whoâs the real weirdo here?â
You froze mid sip, swallowing the wine thickly before your eyes settled on Chris who glanced back at you. âDaddy? Really?â you asked softly. He nodded as he reached for the bottle which you handed to him without a second thought. âYeah. Weird, right?â 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.
âOh not at all,â you started as he brought the bottle down, resting it on his thigh. âDaddy.â
Chrisâ 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. âDonât play with me,â he said, his voice thick.Â
âYouâre playing with fire.â
[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 didnât remember a thing. Not the sultry stare off or how you almost made the mistake of kissing him that night.
âWhen are you leaving?â Chris asked, pulling you from your thoughts of the past. Heâd 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.
âKara should be here soon,â 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.Â
Heâd 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, heâd be unable to control his urges.Â
For the last year, heâd 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. Heâd 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 couldnât control what the wolf thought but he could control what he did physically.
âNow youâre sure you have everything?â he asked. You nodded, looking down at your bags. âIâm sure,â you replied. A buzzing interrupted you and you gave your roommate a sheepish smile, moving to answer the intercom. âCome on up,â 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. âHey,â you greeted your coworker who smiled back.
âAll ready?â Kara asked. Chris watched as you nodded and started to lift your bags. Kara taking a couple of them. âIâll see you in about a week,â you said, turning to Chris who stepped down into the entry, hands in his pockets.Â
âThereâs leftovers in the fridge, just reheat them. Do not cook,â you instructed and Chris rolled his eyes. âYou act like I canât cook,â he mused and you raised your brows. âHave you eaten anything youâve ever made?â you asked, jokingly. Chris nudged you playfully.
âMake sure to drink water and please do not destroy anything,â 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. âIâll be fine,â he muttered.
Chris inhaled slowly. He loved the scent of your perfume. It was a scent heâd grown very fond of. His arms tightened around you. He didnât want to let go. He didnât want you to leave. He wanted you to stay but you both knew if you did, he might not be able to control himself.
âSee you in a week,â 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. âTake care of her,â he said to Kara who sent him a sympathetic smile. âOf course,â she answered. âYou take care of yourself too,â 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 couldnât 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 buildingâs 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 tenantâs 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. âEight minutes,â 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 couldnât control the way his body reacted. Heat radiated throughout his body, settling in the pit of his stomach, his dick twitching in his pants.
âCome on,â he scolded himself. âSheâs looking at you. Itâs not like sheâs flirting. Calm the fuck down.â
Chris looked back up, finding she was still staring at him. âShit.â He glanced at the timer and saw he had five minutes left. âFuck this. Iâm done anyway,â he told himself as he pushed the stop button. He couldnât risk popping a boner in the gym simply because a woman looked at him.
Heâd 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.
âHey,â a soft voice said and Chris knew she was speaking to him. He turned his head to find her looking at him. âHi,â he replied. âIâve seen you around a few times,â she said, a smile spreading across her face. Chris nodded. âIâve lived here for a few years,â he admitted.
âCome on, come on,â he thought impatiently as the counter continued to rise. âIâm new to the area,â she said suddenly. âAre you from around here?â she asked. Chris nodded wordlessly, keeping his gaze on the numbers over the elevator doors.
âMaybe you could show me around some time,â she offered, moving closer. âFuck,â he cursed mentally. She was close enough that he could smell the arousal wafting off her. âNo, no, no,â he told himself. The moment her hand touched his arm, Chris jumped just as the doors opened on the thirteenth floor.
âFuck thisâ he thought and pushed past as someone else stepped onto the elevator and he walked down the hall, heading for the stairwell. Heâd 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. âLasagna,â 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 wasnât that he couldnât 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?
âI canât believe he still thinks youâre a lesbian,â Kara said, giggling as you took a sip of your wine. âIâve told him numerous times Iâm not,â you replied. âI donât understand why he still thinks that.â
Kara shook her head. âWho knows,â she replied, glancing down at her empty glass. âOh, time for a refill!â
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.
âWhat do you think Chris is up to?â Kara asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. âOh, heâs probably playing video games,â 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.
âSo,â she started, taking a sip of her wine. âLet me see this presentation,â 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 youâd been working on all week for Mondayâs meeting. It wasnât anything fancy but you were pretty proud of it.
Kara looked over it, complimenting your skills and work, making small comments on certain parts. âI really like this,â she said, pointing at one of the slides. âYou really made a good point here.â You felt pride swell in your chest until your laptop dinged, a small notification indicating your battery was low.
âI swear, the battery on this thing dies so fast,â 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 wasnât there. âWhat theâŠâ you trailed off, starting to check all the pockets of your laptop bag but no charger in sight.
âWhatâs wrong?â Kara asked. âI canât find my charger,â you replied. âDid you bring it?â Kara asked, getting up from her seat and walking over. âI thought I did,â you replied, feeling annoyed and angry with yourself for forgetting when Chris had asked you multiple times if you had everything.
âYou can use mine,â Kara said but you shook your head. âYou have a Macbook,â you reminded her. âThis is an HP.â Kara swore under her breath. âI gotta go back home,â you said softly. Kara looked up at you. âAre you sure?â she asked. You nodded.
âI need that charger,â you answered. âEspecially if Iâm gonna be here for a week.â Kara nodded and got up. âIâll drive you,â she said and you shook your head. âYouâve had like a whole bottle,â you reminded her. âIâve only had a glass. Iâll drive. You stay here. Iâm just gonna run back and get it and then Iâll be back.â Kara nodded as she grabbed her keys and handed them to you.
âBe careful,â she said as you grabbed your purse, making sure you had your phone. You headed to the door, slipping your shoes and coat on. âIâll be back in a bit,â 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 Chrisâ message thread and sent him a text.
You: i did what i said i wouldnât. I forgot my laptop charger đ
You: iâm on my way back to get it.
You: iâll 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 Karaâs car, unlocking it and getting in.
The drive to your apartment didnât 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. âIn and out, Y/N,â 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 didnât see him perched on the couch playing games. âMaybe heâs in his room,â 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. âI thought I heard you, he said with a chuckle. âI sent you a text,â 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.
âForget something?â he asked, sounding amused at your forgetfulness. You nodded. âYeah,â you replied. âI forgot my laptop charger,â you answered. Chris turned to look at you. âItâs always something,â he joked and you smiled sheepishly.
âSorry,â you said, chuckling. âIâd forget my head if it wasnât attached.â Chris smiled as he removed his headphones from around his neck, looking over at you. âItâs fine,â he said softly, moving to get up. You pushed the door open further as he approached you. âDo you need anything before I leave?â 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 hadnât been careful enough. Neither of you had but then again this had never happened before. How didn't this come up? How hadnât 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.
Chrisâ 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. âChris?â you asked softly. You were surprised when he looked at you, his eyes darkening. âYou need to leave,â he said, his voice low and dangerously so. âChris? Whatâs wrong?â you asked, taking a step forward.
âDonât!â your best friend growled. You froze, eyes widening. Heâd never spoken to you like that before. âChris youâre starting to worry me, whatâs wrââ 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.
âChris!â you gasped, hands moving to his shoulders, gripping his shirt. âWhatâs gotten into you?â
His heat was close but it wasnât supposed to start yet. Heâd always been good about controlling his urges so what was different this time?
âIâm sorry,â Chris said softly, his head drooping as he struggled against his own urges. âThis has never happened before.â You tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you were. âWhy are you acting like this? Youâve always had a hold of yourself,â you continued. âYouâre ovulating,â Chris interrupted. Your eyes widened.
âH-how did you know?â
Chris chuckled dryly. âI can smell it,â he answered. One of his hands moved up to your cheek as he raised his head. âI can smell it and itâs driving me crazy,â he continued. You felt one of his knees wedge between your thighs, pressing against your core. âItâs making me want to do things to you.â
You felt a shiver run up your spine. âDo things? What kind of things?â
âL-like what?â you whispered, swallowing thickly.
Chris leaned in, nuzzling against your cheek as his lips ghosted over your skin, stopping near your ear. âWould you be mad if I said exactly what I wanted to do to you?â he asked softly. You shook your head. Though you wouldnât say it, you welcomed it, wondering just what was going on in his head.
âTell me,â you replied.
You felt Chris nuzzle into your neck, sniffing eagerly. âI want to rip those cute lace panties of yours and stuff that sweet little pussy with my cock.â 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. âI want toâŠâ he trailed off. âNo, I need to pin you down on the bed,â he said, making you gasp as he pressed his thigh even harder against you.Â
âPin you down and fuck you until I fill you with so much cum. I need to breed you.,â he continued, lips ghosting over your skin. âBreed you like youâre the one in heat.â You let out another gasp, feeling one of his hands move to grab your ass, sneaking under your skirt.
âAnd of course you had to wear a skirt, didnât you?â he growled. âI bet you knew it would drive me crazy. That Iâd be able to smell everything.â You moaned into his ear as his hand continued to knead your ass, nails digging into your fleshÂ
âIâll bet you planned this, didnât you? I bet your laptop charger isnât even here,â he scoffed as if it wasnât lying on the floor in the hallway where youâd dropped it. âChris,â you whined, moaning as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. âOh shit,â he groaned.
âSay my name like that again,â he dared you. âSay that again, baby. Moan my name and Iâll take you right now.â
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. âChris, we canât,â you started, looking between his eyes. âW-weâre friends,â 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.
âYou feel that?â he asked, grinding against you. âYou feel what you do to me? What youâve been doing to me since that first day in economics?â he asked. âIâve wanted you ever since you sat next to me. Wanted to fuck you raw and pump you full.â
âWeâre not just friends and you fucking know it,â he growled in your ear. Moaning, you pushed back against him, earning another deep growl.
âDonât play with me,â he snapped. âIâm not playingâŠâ you trailed off. âDaddy.â 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. âChris!â you gasped but the next second you were crying out as he landed a slap to your ass.
âDonât speak until I tell you to,â 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. âChest to the bed,â Chris instructed. âBut keep your ass up.â
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. âFuck, Iâm gonna ruin this pussy,â 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. âHold still,â he barked. âDo that again and Iâll fuck your hole and not let you cum.â
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.
âShit, Chris!â you gasped, your hand moving to comb through his curls.
âMâgonna cum.â
Chris didnât 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. âI want you to ride my tongue but itâll have to wait,â 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.
âCome here,â he said, holding out his hand and pulling you up when you took it. âOpen your mouth,â 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.
âKeep your mouth open for me,â 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. âGet to work, baby girl,â he murmured.
âShow daddy how you use your mouth.â
Your scalp stung, eyes watered and your throat hurt by the time Chris finally pulled your mouth off him. Heâd 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.
âLay back for me,â 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. âI want to watch your face as I enter you,â he growled. âWatch your eyes roll back into your head as I fill you with my cock.â
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.
âIâm gonna give you a few minutes to adjust and then Iâm gonna hold you down against this mattress and fuck you until you cum,â he gave you a shallow thrust, enjoying the gasp that escaped you. âAnd then Iâm going to flip you over, ass up and fuck you until I cum and fill this pussy. You understand me?â
You nodded silently but that wasnât good enough for him. Chris grabbed your face. âWhen I ask you a question, you answer me with your words. Donât make me say it again.â
âYes,â you answered quickly. âYes, what?â he asked, tilting his head. âYes, daddy,â you whispered. Chris let go and smirked down at you. âGood girl.â
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. âOh holy shit,â you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit the soft gummy spot that had you seeing stars.
âRight there?â 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. âThatâs it princess,â he huffed. âCum all over daddyâs cock.â You let out a mewl, walls fluttering as you came. One of your hands moved to grab Chrisâ 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.
âBreed. Breed. Breed,â 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.
âOnce Iâm done with you,â he panted. âYou arenât going anywhere. Youâll stay here and Iâm going to fuck you raw every night. Pump you full of cum and breed you. Fill you with so much cum itâll have to take. Fuck you until I get you pregnant and then youâll be mine.â
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. âYou want that, baby? You want daddy to turn you into his little breeding bitch?â
âOh fuck, daddy yes!â you whimpered. âPlease fill me!â 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.
âDaddyâs gonna fill you baby girl, cum inside you until it spills out and then Iâll just push it all back in,â he grunted. âDonât want to waste a single drop.â Your hand moved to grab the wrist of his hand that was pressed against the mattress near your head.
âThatâs right,â he groaned. âYouâre mine. All mine and no one elseâs.â You lifted your head, managing to turn and make eye contact with him. âIâve always been yours, daddy,â 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. âMine,â he growled. âMine, mine, mine!â
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 wasnât 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. âChris,â you whimpered. âWhatâsââ You heard him shush you, pressing kisses to your shoulder. âItâs okay,â he said reassuringly. âItâs normal. Itâs my bodyâs way of ensuring it takes.â
âEnsuring what takes?â
Chris chuckled, his lips ghosting over your skin. âEnsuring my cum gets you pregnant,â he answered. You let out an uneasy chuckle. âAnd if it doesnât take?â you replied. Chris hummed and pressed several more kisses against your shoulder before leaning in to whisper in your ear.
âI guess weâll just have to keep trying then.â
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Title: Same coin, different faces
PAIRING: Bang Chan x Reader
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I wonât be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.
SUMMARY: Despite not being together with Chan anymore, you somehow end up in the back of his car...fogging up the windows.
TAGS: pre-established breakup trope, swearing, a dash of angst but also a hint of resolve, mentions of alcohol (neither the reader nor Chan is drunk), a bit of manhandling by both parties, oral sex (reader receiving), car sex, unprotected, sort of hate/rough sex.Â
MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER LIST
(This is currently unedited but I will be proofing it later on)
It wasnât as fun as you had hoped it to be, a party that is. Given it was the end of the semester, people usually prefer to go all out - which they did, but you werenât feeling it. There were far too many people off of their faces, including your entire friend group that you showed up with.
Two of them were playing drinking games in the kitchen, one of them - Minho, who had completely disappeared for the past few hours, and another one who had found himself someone to hook up with.Â
In the end, you were on your own for the remainder of the party. After having found a way into the lounge through the masses of people attending and remained on the couch, watching those around you for a while, you decided to get back up and grab a drink. There wasnât an entire selection to choose from; either warm beer or cheap wine, which you grab from the latter and pour some in a plastic cup to try and fit in with everyone else.Â
The briny taste of the wine was enough to make you think that maybe it was time to go home. It wasnât fun, interesting, nor a good way to spend your time on a Friday night. Before being able to make the decision to leave, you find yourself planted on the ground when your eyes catch onto a familiar figure amongst the people.Â
Chan. Your ex-boyfriend - your ex-best friend at that too.Â
It was a surprise to see him given that he isnât really a party goer, but also a surprise to see him in general after the pair of you went through such a tumultuous breakup a month ago. Things just didnât work out the way they were supposed to which was unfortunate because Chan is one of a kind.
There isnât anybody like him that exists in this world. Heâs gentle, caring, and has a bottomless well of love to give. Now that youâre not together anymore, you know that whoever he ends up with in the future is well taken care of.Â
âHi,â Chan says, walking up to you.Â
âHey,â you respond back, unsure of how to actually talk to him now. âWhat are you doing here?âÂ
Chan sighs, looking at the screen of his phone momentarily then turning his attention back to you, âtrying to find Minho. Iâm here to pick him up, but I canât find him. Is he here?â
âI havenât seen him for the past couple of hours,â you answer. âI highly doubt heâs actually here still.â
He sighs and rolls his eyes, âcourse heâs not.â
âHe probably went to Jisungâs at some point,â you add.
âYeah, that makes sense,â he replies before his eyes peer down at the plastic cup. âDrinking? Thatâs not like you.âÂ
âItâs the end of the semester,â you say in your own defence. âI was trying to finish off strong.â
âRight. Have you got a ride home then?âÂ
Your eyes dart beyond Chan to âyour ride homeâ who has probably now consumed half of his body weight in alcohol. Chan catches your gaze, turns around and sees Seungmin throwing back another shot with a couple of strangers, presumably his classmates.
Chan sighs once more and faces you again, âdonât tell me he was supposed to sober drive.âÂ
âHe wonât be now,â you respond.Â
âOkay well, I can drop you off. Minhoâs not replying and heâs probably not here, plus Iâm getting tired,â he offers.Â
You ponder for a moment. Since Chan had come up to you, you hadnât felt that sting of pain that a breakup usually induces. Not since the day you both called it quits on the relationship. But thatâs only because things were never awkward with him. Itâs only until now that you realise how depleting life has been without him. Itâs not colourful anymore.Â
Itâs an issue because you donât want to be reminded of what you donât have anymore. Sometimes, the best things can be the worst for us.Â
âItâs okay, thank you though,â you decline respectfully. âI might tell the others to get ready to head off.âÂ
âAnd whoâs going to drive them? You?â He asks with a brow raised then shakes his head with disapproval. âYouâve been drinking.â
âNot that much,â you retort. âIâm not even tipsy, plus I donât want to leave them behind.â
âSeems like they left you behind,â Chan points out a very good point which you find hard to not be in denial about.Â
He takes the plastic cup out of your hand and places it on the nearest surface cluttered with other discarded items. He then returns back to you to gently take hold of your wrist and leads you out of the lounge full of people.Â
âWait-â
âIâm not letting you drive under the influence, end of story,â he decides.Â
With that matter in hand, youâre quickly reminded that Chan has always had a strong head on his shoulders and his morals are very clear cut. He held reasonably strong opinions on doing unnecessarily dangerous things, particularly when it comes to you. It happened to be one of the poisonous factors that pierced the final dagger into the relationship.Â
The cold air then hits you when you both make it out into the front yard.Â
âI can walk thank you,â you say to Chan who forgets that heâs still holding your wrist. He looks down at his hand and releases.Â
âSorry,â he apologises. âCarâs this way.â
He leads you once more just across the street to the vehicle while you think about the fact that you never actually agreed you were going to accept his offer to take you home. In saying that, there was no other alternative other than walking which Chan wouldnât have put up with anyway.Â
The pair of you hop in his car, finally able to catch a break from the blaring music that was blasting throughout the house. After both of your seatbelts are on, Chan starts the car and drives away down the street.Â
Itâs not long until silence falls quickly. Things had never been this terribly awkward between you both, but there had been pockets of quietness which used to be comfortable to sit in. Now you can see that itâs not as nice.Â
âSo what have you been up to these days?â Chan asks out of the blue, breaking that silence.Â
âNothing interesting I guess,â you answer blandly. âJust studies and thatâs it.âÂ
He nods, âhowâs that going so far?â
âFine, I suppose.â
Chan lets out a small huff, âyou know, itâs still okay for us to talk right? We donât need to be so hostile.â
The glow of your phone from your lap catches your attention away from his comment. You blink down at the screen and read a text from Felix.Â
Lix: âSaw you leave with Chan. Please tell me youâre both back on.ïżœïżœÂ
You roll your eyes. You love Felix, but sometimes he can be too optimistic. There wasnât any way you and Chan were going to find your way back to each other. If anything, it wouldnât be the same anymore.Â
âI wasnât being hostile, plus thereâs not much to my answer anyway unless you want me to lie?â You respond back.
âNo, I donât want you to lie,â Chan adjusts his tight grip on the steering wheel. âBut you speaking just proves my point on why we shouldnât act like that.âÂ
You turn your head, shooting him a well-deserved glare. This isnât usually how Chan acts. He never says backhanded things as such even though he can be relatively blunt. Whatever subtle malice was behind his words obviously came from the same place that helped the relationship tear apart.Â
âThis is why we never worked out because you always had to have some degree of control,â you scoff, ignoring the fact that youâve now doused the flicker of the argument with petrol.
âI was only doing what I though was safest for you,â Chan argues back strongly. âIt was never about having any type of control, it was because you couldnât see what the consequences were.âÂ
âThen why couldnât you have let me figure it out for myself? How else am I supposed to learn, when youâre not here anymore?âÂ
âYou, driving drunk isnât something that you just learn not to do. You donât do it, full stop. Anyone with common sense knows that,â Chan bites back.Â
âIâm not even talking about that! When have I ever driven drunk? Now youâre just fucking reaching for things! All Iâm saying is that it didnât matter how much time I spent with you, I never got to be my own person. It was like I was turning into another âyouâ.â
Chan shrugs, âin comparison to what you can be like sometimes, I honestly donât think thatâs so much of a bad thing.âÂ
The last nerve inside you, had been struck.
âStop the car, Iâm getting out.âÂ
âNo, weâre nearly at your h-â
âI donât care Chris, I seriously donât want to be anywhere near you right now,â you cut him off sharply, not wanting to hear another word come out of his mouth.Â
Chan looks over at you, absorbing how painfully angry you look right now and the fact that your hand is on the door handle, ready to bolt as soon as he pulls over. It was fairly obvious because once he did, you were out of the vehicle before he could say anything more. But as fast as you are out the door, Chan is already on the other side to meet you.Â
âDonât go home angry,â he says urgently.Â
You shoot him a dirty look, thinking who the hell is he to tell you what to do, âor what?â
âWell can we at least talk then?â He questions, trying to grasp onto some common ground here.Â
With as much force as you can muster, your arms come up to shove Chan by the chest, âfuck you.â
He stumbles back a few steps and is not as nearly as surprised as you are by your own behaviour. Never has anyone elicited as much of a reaction from you until now. The shock has you to the point where you can barely assemble an apology to Chan. Even so when he comes back forward, grabbing you by the sides of your arms, and shoving you right back against his own car.Â
Before either of you say another word, his mouth crashes straight against yours. His swift hands are quickly groping and roaming in every place around your body that he can reach while you submit to his moves. Youâve forgotten how electrifying Chan can be at times when it comes to intimacy, that you really start to feel it when he slides his knee in between your thighs.Â
You gasp against his lips, yelping almost when his hands reach behind you to squeeze your ass and to try to bring your body as impossibly close to his as he can. For a split second, you break away to consolidate what is happening. Chan remains latched onto you, his mouth now working its way to your jaw and down to your throat, sucking and biting into your skin.Â
Neither of you care about whether or not heâs going to mark you up. All you care about at this point in time, is the hope that heâs going to fuck you.Â
âThe doorâŠopen the door,â you mumble to him, even though youâre trying to find the handle yourself.Â
Even with the unshakeable frame of mind that heâs in right now, Chan listens to you. He pulls you forward with him so that he can yank the backdoor open. You hop onto the seat, pushing yourself backwards to the other side of the car to create room for him to join you. But Chan had his own idea planted already.Â
He grabs you by the ankles and pulls you right back to the edge of the seat closest to him. His hands take pride in reaching underneath your skirt and tearing your underwear down your legs.Â
He doesnât even get the opportunity to fully take them off as they dangle on one leg. In saying that, it doesnât take you very long to click onto what he wants to do. So you help him by doing your best to hike your skirt further up your thighs. Chan decides to take a few seconds to appreciate being able to relive this moment once more by using his thumb to swipe over your wet slit, collecting your juices only to bring it up to his mouth and suck it right off.Â
âFucking missed this,â he speaks for the first time in about five minutes before lifting both of your legs and separating them for his head to slot in perfectly between.Â
The fan of his hot breath washes over your skin, already making your squirm forward towards his mouth. Itâs been a long time since someone had touched you and Chan could tell. He knows how needy you can be, but not when youâre like this. Not when youâre straining to reach for the back of his head to pull him closer to your pussy. Not when youâre already moaning when heâs barely touched you.
Not when youâre wetter than what he usually thinks you are.
âY-YesâŠright there,â you sigh out and lie back down, waiting eagerly.Â
One of your hands threads through his dark hair and tugs every time he sucks on your clit. Shivers of pleasure reverberate throughout your body, already making your legs tremble on his shoulders. If anyone were to drive past, you know you and Chan would get done for public indecency. Except that devious consequence became an elicit far away thought drowned out by your own moans the more Chan continued to eat you out.Â
The best thing about it is that heâs not going easy on you. Heâs being deceptively rough by digging his nails into your thighs and showing zero remorse when he relentlessly licks over that same sweet spot. The more work he puts into trying to make you cum, the harder he gets in his pants, straining at this point.
âP-Please Chan, hurry,â you cry out, trying to sit up and slide down further into his mouth. âNeed to cum, please.â
When your begging and moaning become increasingly louder and more frequent, Chan knows youâre on the cusp of an orgasm. However, as much as he used to enjoy you cumming on his face, the idea of you cumming on his cock is just as good, if not better. So just as youâre about to tip over the edge, Chan pulls back.Â
You blink in amongst the haziness of what was about to be a mind shattering orgasm to see Chan whoâs head had lifted up from in between your legs. His mouth and chin were covered in your juices, and is completely unashamed about it.Â
âYou can just fucking wait,â he snaps and begins to adjust your legs so that he makes sure they cage his body at his sides, that way he can grab onto your thighs and fuck you hard and steady.Â
Although you can barely see, you hear the zipper to his pants open before he takes out his cock, hard and ready to put it to use on you. You bite down on your bottom lip when Chan uses his tip to tease your entrance. He pushes his hips forward, enough to make his cock slide up and in between your pussy.Â
Chanâs shaky hand manages to get a proper hold around his dick, aligning it with your wet hole, and slowly pushes in as the heat begins to encapsulate around his length. The top half of his body nearly falters forward if it werenât for his hips that thrust forward first.Â
âChrisâŠâ you mutter in an aspirated voice, feeling the fullness of his cock stretch you out. Â
There is no forewarning for the strength he has behind each buck of his hips. It takes you back to times before during your relationship and how deliciously memorable the sex always was. Chanâs main priority was to always make you cum first and regardless of his own needs and pleasure. Whether you misbehaved or were being an outright undeserving brat in bed, even then he would still let you cum. Thatâs how much he loved you.Â
âNobody can ever fuck you the way I do,â Chan grits his teeth, his eyes watching his cock disappear inside of you each time he rams forward, hard and fast.Â
Every second that goes by, youâre grappling more and more onto your last threads of sanity. Itâs hard to keep up and absorb Chrisâs stamina and pace - a relentless and unapologetic pace that hits the same spot inside you over and over again until that build up of pleasure starts spreading around your lower abdomen.Â
âMake me feelâŠso good,â you mumble incoherently. âGonna make me cum.âÂ
Itâs been a long time since Chan has heard you say those words - hell, even heard you moan at the very least. Itâs enough to keep his pace steady but heâs very wary of the fact that he himself is already near the edge of an orgasm too. Nonetheless, heâs determined to get you there first once more.Â
So Chan lets go of one of your legs at his side so that he can use his thumb to now rub fast circles over your clit. Your hands grip at the hem of your skirt, back arching as you start submitting to the crest of intense pleasure Chan has built up for you. Then within seconds, Chan has you cumming hard around his cock, shuddering, and straining his name out of your mouth as it rings throughout his car.Â
âFuck, babyâŠâ he groans as his head tips back before he starts spilling white inside of you.Â
His hips stutter finally, gently slowing down to a leisurely pace while he drowns in the afterglow from one of the most transcendent orgasms heâs ever had. He gives you both time to come down before he carefully slides out of you. It takes you a while to fully fathom what just happened, but you allow yourself to think about it. Whatever it is, itâs not regret. Thereâs a longing feeling there, a borderline sense of relief.Â
Once Chan is decent, he helps you slide your underwear back on even though youâre both fully aware of the fact that he just came inside you. Itâs not like either of you were prepared for this to happen. In saying that, Chan gently takes hold of both your hands and gets you to sit up.
âYou okay?â he questions, using his finger to hook some of your messed hair out of your face.Â
You nod, âyes. You?âÂ
âIâve been worse,â he answers, making you smile. âIâm really sorry for what I said earlier.âÂ
You shake your head, âIâm sorry as well for being so stubborn. I figured that the more hostile I am towards you, the more I push myself away so that I donât have to deal with any feelings from before.âÂ
Chan completely gets it, âI know. I thought I could do the same, but it seems that Iâm too nice.â
You roll your eyes, âyouâve had your moments.âÂ
âI definitely have,â he replies. âAnyway, we should go in case anybody just saw that.âÂ
A bashful sense of embarrassment washes over you. Itâs been minutes before you realised that you just fucked your ex. But even so, it doesnât really feel that way. Itâs just Chan, someone who you still have a lot of love for.Â
âYou can stay at mine, itâs late,â you suggest to him.Â
Chan smiles softly, âas if Iâm going to say no.â
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A/N: Yes, I am a day late already to Kinktober - I just realised bc my dumb ass was trying to figure out time zones and when would be the best time to upload for people bc Iâm quite some hours ahead from other countries. So Iâll just stick to my time zone, that way youâll get my works a few hours earlier x
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chris absolutely loves when you kiss his cock before taking him in your mouth, especially when you start at the base and slowly work your way up. the soft pressure of your lips against him makes him so incredibly hard so fast that he feels like he might cum just from that alone. if you fondle his balls while slowly licking a long stripe from base to his leaky tip, he swears he sees stars, especially if you kiss it after. also loves when you take only the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up his precum to tease him, then pull off to kiss his thighs and lower abdomen while stroking him gently. like imagine the pretty faces and sounds he'd make, the way he'd probably toss his head back, chuckling and hissing softly, shivering cause of how good it feels. his eyes roll back so hard when he feels you moan against his cock too. definitely the type to take fistfuls of your hair and thrust up into your mouth a little bit, cause that makes him antsy since it feels so good. when he cums it's such a sight, should be recorded and put in a fuckin' museum, cause he just looks and sounds too good. definitely a back archer and let's out the loudest, prettiest moans and sighs. he'd just be sooo fuckin' vocal. uses his words too cause he can't go without telling you how good you're being for him. "that's it, baby, your pretty lips feel so good 'round my cock. just like that." "gonna cum in that cute lil mouth of yours. you want it, pretty baby?" "god, you're so good at getting me all worked up, know how to tease me just right. should reward you for that later, hmm?"
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đđđđđđđ: wolf-hybrid!chan x fem!reader
đđđđđđđđ: he's scared to show you his real colours, his true nature; yet it's your biggest wish, your deepest desire. you'd care for him, you'd tend to him, you knew you'd be good to him â he's scared you'd leave.
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It was a full moon. Chan had taken precautions, had distanced himself days prior â to protect you, not to hurt you. He wasnât himself when silver rays shone upon the earth, lost himself in his urges and instincts â if he could prevent you seeing him in such state, he would take any possible measure to.
You never much understood him. You werenât stupid, you were well aware that there was truth behind his words â he was part animal, not fully human, and there was little he could do against the instincts of his other half. He was a wild animal, at that; a wolf, dangerous, rightfully fearsome. And yet you couldnât bring yourself to be truly frightened, not by him. Not when Chan had showed you parts â if only minimal â of the primal part that lived within him. Emitting sounds so deep and carnal no human could compare to it, acting sometimes like a puppy at your feet. He never went as far as altering appearance, let alone transforming before you; though you knew it took him effort to stay entirely in his humanly form, especially during times of utter content â especially in times of pleasure and bliss.
You didnât believe that sex with you was straining on the man, necessarily, though you knew that it took him great concentration and preservation of self-control to not lose himself in you entirely, to not slip into his carnal side during times of intimacy. He was often silent entirely, eyes only focused on your own while pounding you into the mattress â only after you had admitted your insecurities to him â âDo I not make you feel good? Youâre always so quiet.â â he had explained that, on the contrary, you made him feel so good that with every of your touch and sound and gaze he was on the brink of letting his instincts take over him. Not in ways dangerous to you, in ways rather subtle, yet inhuman â growls and purrs, showing tail or ears, growing fur. Youâd been fascinated when he first revealed this information to you; you had asked, momentarily, if he could let you see. Heâd been frightened, had not understood your desire to see him in his real state â letting go this way meant letting urges win, meant forgetting himself in his role, meant a wolf in a room with a human, meant danger. Youâd argued that he was a half-wolf, after all, that his humanly part wouldnât vanish, that, except on full moon, he wouldnât go full predator on you. It hadnât been a long argument, since Chan had not let it be one â he had shut off the subject, had denied the possibility of it entirely. Youâd be in far too much danger, heâd feel guilty for the rest of his years if youâd get remotely hurt.
It was a full moon, and you worried about him. He had been on edge the past days, had let you know he wasnât feeling his best. You hated being away from him in times of bad condition, hated that he didnât let you care for him the way you wanted to. Eventually, after all heâs told you, you couldnât fear him. You knew to hold your distance during full moon, but you believed that, if only he let you, if only he let his guards down and trusted you the way you trusted him, that youâd prove him wrong. That his vision of your face drooping, a scream emitting your throat and your feet starting to scramble to get away from him as fast and far as possible if only you saw his appearance altered and animalistic was misguided, plagued only by insecurities of his own. Youâd love him, tend to him â you couldnât fear him.
During nights like these you never found sleep. It wasnât so much Chanâs nature as his sheer absence that drove you insane â he never much shared his full-moon-stories, thinking it would freak you out, he would freak you out. He was always sure to let you out of his affairs as best as he could, despite your begging and pleading to let you in. To open up to you fully, to trust your love enough to be honest about every part of himself.
The moon shone in silvers onto your wooden bedroom-floor, drowning the room in shimmer, making you feel lonely this night. You watched it, big ball of white light on dark-blue sky, thinking of Chan â the moon had changed meaning for you after knowing him, meant love and promises and agony now. You watched the night change, watched the moon change course, watched it wander on deep sky, setting slowly in the west the later the night got. Soon it disappeared entirely, first rays of sun hiding behind thick clouds, and you lay awake. Couldnât even think of sleep until receiving a message from your boyfriend â heâd always hated how affected you were by the matter, felt himself guilty for you losing sleep.
Rattling against your bedroom window, as though droplets of first rain. Then again and a third time, in intervals unnatural for precipitation. You stood to check, tired and dazed, eyes only half-lidded â and then you spotted Chan, looking up at the second floor where your room was positioned, motioning towards your front door when he caught your figure. You were frantic, suddenly; he looked hurt as much as you could see from your place above, limping slightly and bent over in pain, seemingly. You hurried, body suddenly energized, the lack of sleep now forgotten. You ran down wooden stairs, bare feet plopping loudly with each step, fiddling with the lock of your door, opening finally to meet Chan, indeed, hurt. He stumbled into your place, bringing up enough strength to limp towards the couch and plop against it only.
And he looked different. Rougher, somehow, bigger. More hair grazing his body, his hair a mess and two buds protruding from it â ears, you were sure. You didnât believe he was yet showing himself to you, not fully; though you recognized he couldnât bring up enough energy to hide from you entirely, either, leaving only marks of his carnality.
You ran over to him, took seat next to his body â he was panting, back leaned against the head of the couch, hand holding the side of his torso. With every breath he took there was a rasp in his throat; deep, threatening almost. Otherworldly.
âI- Iâm sorry I barged in like this. Didnât know⊠where else to go.â
 His voice was low, oozing with exhaustion. It stung your heart to see him this way, to experience him in such weakness â not for your own sake, but for his. It hurt seeing your lover hurt, hurt feeling helpless, unknowing what to do; you simply sat and stared, unable of speaking, let alone acting your part. And you couldnât help but focus on the differences in his appearance a second time this early morning â canines when he talked, eyes a different colour when he suddenly lay them on you.
âFuck⊠Iâm sorry, you shouldnât see me- like this.â
Chan must have taken your stillness in a matter negative so grunting his way out of your sofa, until you finally collected thoughts and urged him to sit down again. He felt warm when your hands met his shoulder, warmer than usual, figure steadier than it normally was under your skin. He jumped under your touch, golden-hued eyes shooting you a gaze of fear, of worry â yet he sat back down, if due to his tiredness of the confidence your eyes returned you werenât sure. He plopped down defeated without fighting much, closing his eyes again, regaining rhythmical breath. You were ought to do something, anything.
âWhat- what happened? Are you hurt, do you have a wound to clean, something? Do you need water? Wait, let me- â. Chan shut you up with a hand on your wrist, just as you were about to make your way to the kitchen; you looked at him, worry pooling behind your lids. As though the seriousness of the situation only now caught up to you.
He looked at you, head turned towards you, eyes tired, shimmering golden. You liked seeing more of his natural form, hated this was the situation it needed to make it happen.
âI donât need anything, donât worry. Iâm⊠there were some assholes, probably young wolves who couldnât control themselves, so we got into- it wasnât much a fight, but they got my side a bit.â
Your hands momentarily urging to lift shirt, to see the bruise, though Chan stopped you from it.
âThereâs no wound, donât worry.â
A small smile was plastered on Chanâs face â you believed him to tell you the truth, though you knew him enough to question if he was downplaying his condition. Laying a hand on his own holding his abdomen, caressing rough skin, surprised for a moment at the unfamiliar feeling.
âLet me see. I can bring something cold, and some water. Let me⊠let me take care of you, I want to take care of you.â
Your other hand on his cheek, your eyes tender. And Chan would be an idiot to further deny your delicacy, your love for him. He lifted his shirt, revealing blue and purple bruise, making you gasp. You hurried to get a bag of beans from the freezer, pouring a glass of cold water, bringing it to his lips, making him drink. You held the coldness against the damage on his skin, careful, not to apply too much pressure. You touched him tenderly, fixing his hair and wiping traces of dirt or dried blood, and he melted into your touch. Never thought it would be this easy, never thought youâd be one patient enough to deal with him this way. Thankful, adoration warming his insides.
âChan⊠let me see you. Fully. Youâre⊠too weak now to hide yourself, am I right? Just... stop fighting yourself when you're with me.â
Your voice cutting through the silence, your words normally calling for protest from the male â though he gave you a look, contemplating, before he leaned back against the headboard, closing his eyes, sighing out; and you lost your breath. Ears where you had expected them to be, attentive and alert, hair growing on his body though it was less fur as he had explained it, simply more hair, after all, tail peaking from behind his back, grey and fluffy. Barely noticeable, though somehow he had grown bigger, too. Not by much, yet his hand felt heavier, his arms thicker, his chest more hefty. Minimally, yet you noticed.
You never wanted to take your eyes off him.
âBabe, youâre staring.â
His words came in a chuckle, and you snapped out of your trance.
âYou just- you lookâŠâ
âScary?â
Your eyes finding his, and you hated the way he looked at you. Genuine worry, meaning what he said. Still he thought he could repel you somehow, still he thought you werenât ready to accept him the way he was.
âYou look pretty. I donât understand why you ever hid from me.â
His gaze softened. His eyebrows lost tension, his hand holding yours loosened its grip â you leaned in, pressing your lips onto his, finally sharing closure, finally without primal struggle on his part. His lips as soft as you knew them, his hand on your cheek though rougher, heavy; you didnât mind it, enjoyed the change. He was pulling you into him in manner of relief â no control when kissing you, no hiding, no fear. You accepted him for who he was, werenât scared of him, at that â it drowned his head in dizziness.
He was motioning you to find home on his lap, big hand on your waist, seating you onto him in swift motion. Lips never breaking apart, always keeping soft rhythm against another, exchanging breath and sighs, smiles. Your hands curling into his hair â the man emitted a soft whimper when your fingers caressed the bit behind his ear, and you backed away in pleasant surprise.
âYouâre sensitive here.â
A smile of fascination on your face and a look flustered on his, a hum in agreement following before Chan connected his lips with your own again, to hide from the sudden embarrassment, or maybe to heal his longing, to stuff the small hole he had dug himself in his heart, with unwarranted fears of unacceptance. He had found a home in you which had always existed, which had always been wide open for him â he had simply struggled to find his way inside.
The way you played with the back of his ears, now knowing it to be a spot favourite of his, drove Chan sheerly insane. He picked you up, standing from his seat as though no weight on his hands at all â heâs always been stronger than mere humans, though it felt as though his strength, like most things about him, increased in his otherworldly form. You had never felt this light in his arms before, had never seen him this utterly relaxed while making his way upstairs, towards your bedroom. Not one vein protruding, not one grunt leaving his throat â your weight in his arms was nothing for him, and the sheer thought got your mind into a frenzy.
He lay you onto the bed, carefully, your back meeting the mattress softly, barely noticeable. Your hands had started growing thirstier even before you had reached your bedroom â they fiddled now with the hem of Chanâs shirt, eager to have it off, eager to see him fully, to bask in his body. He understood, complied â his shirt was gone and he made work on your own top, leaving you both bare from the waist up. You kissed, unable to contain yourselves from affection; it felt different now, more intimate, more personal. Chanâs fur everywhere around you in softest matter, his ears moving with his body, moving in reaction to your own, his tail wagging â it was more intimate, he was closer.
Chan hooked his fingers into the waistband of your sleeping shorts, discarding them, leaving you bare â you rarely minded enough to sleep with your underwear on. He got rid of his own cloths, revealing himself fully, entirely in the nude; and you gasped at the sight. He was bigger, both in length and in girth. Not by a lot though enough to realize the difference clearly, to squeeze together your thighs and salivate in anticipation. Chan smirked knowingly at your gaze, almost chuckling when he caught you staring shamelessly; only after he leaned into you your eyes found his, your cheeks and ears darkening a shade in embarrassment.
âDonât worry babe, Iâll go slow. You can take it.â
His tip aligned with your slit, sliding experimentally, caressing clit before prodding at your entrance. He gave you a look, questioning, silently asking for permission; your back arched into him, your fingers moulding into his skin as you nodded your head in needy agreement, and he pushed in. He surely was bigger, filling you up more than normally, girth stretching your walls an amount you were unfamiliar with â though you everything but detested it. You arched into him to ask for more, hips gliding along his ones when he bottomed out, when he fitted himself into you fully. The stretch burned, though it was pleasant, you were sure you felt him graze your cervix though the sting was mind-fogging â you wanted him fully. It needed you to squeeze his shoulders for him to start moving, slowly, pulling out all the way to the tip before pushing into you again, hips soft and patient, deep instead. And he saw stars. You felt so much tighter, so much warmer and wetter somehow, so much closer. Closing his eyes and moving against you, in and out, sounds so sinful emitting from where your bodies met, mixing with your sighs and pleas, your nails against his back or in his hair, already figured out his weakest spots, your legs wrapped around his middle tightly, pulling him in, asking for more â he forgot himself in everything that was you, losing control over his body, over every of his sense if it meant to focus on the feeling of you, his hips fastening, almost pistoling into you, and you mewled.
âChan⊠slower. Too much.
His hips stuttering in their movement, his body falling forward, face into your neck â no one except you could make him this way. He was different when he was with you, didnât recognize himself. Not a dangerous animal, no blood-thirsted monster whose fate was written in the stars. With you he was soft, tender, cared for. With you his instincts as though decreased. A whimper against the crook of your neck, heavy sighs, his lips having found rhythm again, slow and deep against you.
âM'sorry, you just- fuck, you just feel so good. Feels nice if I- don't have to keep myself in my human form.â
Your hands in his hair, petting the spots you now knew elicited most pretty sounds out of the man. His hips stuttered again, his hand finding itâs way to your clit. His fingers felt rougher, applying more pressure onto your sensitivity â your head buried into the pillows in response, clinging onto him harder, finding yourself suddenly begging; for release, for more, for eternity.
âIâm close baby, come with me. Want you- need you to come with me.â
His voice husky, raspy in his throat â your hips bucked against his, muscles soring though you didnât pay it any mind. Your thighs started trembling, a choked sob in the back of your throat and you saw white, came with the intensity of a million waves, the dam within you breaking, flooding your every fibre. And he followed suit â couldnât not when you clenched around him, when your walls tightened around his length, sucked him in entirely. He fucked his orgasm into you and you milked it out of him, riding out your high, basking in the way his release felt most warm and full within you. Chan pulled out to watch his semen drip out of you and onto the sheets, your thighs sheeted in sweat and shaking, your body spent, your gaze fucked-out. Only later in the night youâd worry about cleaning up, about towels and showers and holding the other close â new-found greed filled both your bodies now, instead, and you deemed to stay up until the sunrise tonight.
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kinktober - day one
kink: breeding kink with chan
warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. talk of birth control. unprotected sex.
the thing is, you donât even want kids. or at least, not right now, not in the place in life you were. youâre sure that if you ever did end up wanting kids that you would want them with chan though, the most perfect and gentle soul with the perfect balance of sweet and spicy that you would love to see passed down the genetic line. even so, it doesnât explain why the thought of him spilling inside of you and filling you up to the brim makes you shiver in unabridged desire.
itâs a thought that youâve kept to yourself until now. for all of his quick jokes and dirty humor, chan is pretty tame in bed - he knows what he likes, what you like, and rarely strays from it. heâs always been willing to try new things, whether it results in the best fuck of your combined lives or with the two of you giggling all over each other, but for some reason this one is different.
itâs only after heâs pulled out two orgasms from you, one with his fingers and the other with his mouth, that you let it slip out right as heâs slipping himself into you.Â
âoh, fuck,â you grunt, bearing down on chanâs dick as he bottoms out. âknock me up baby, come on.â
âwait, really?â he stops moving just as heâs almost pulled out, mouth gaped open, leaving your core pulsing around nothing and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. âi just mean, we havenât talked about it, shouldnât we get married firs-â
âno not really, iâm on birth control, dumbass,â you raise yourself up, glutes on fire as you try and fuck yourself on his cock, taking the both of your breaths away for a moment. âitâs just really hot to imagine. now fill me up with your babies, please.â
you donât know if itâs your tone or your words, crude as they were, but his eyes harden just a bit and he slams his hips down with enough force that yours press up against the mattress again, making you see stars.Â
âhow can i deny you anything when you ask so nicely?â he says, punctuating every other word with a harsh thrust and you for a moment you canât even remember what he was talking about with the way your thoughts are tangled up.
âyouâd give me anything, hmm?â your voice comes out in whisps, your breath utterly taken away by him.Â
he gets a bit animalistic then, like heâs trying to get into the mood, to match you on your level at his own pace - which seems to be fast, if the way heâs drilling into you like a jackhammer has anything to say about it.Â
âyouâre going to look so good with my baby inside of you,â he rubs at your lower belly before pushing down, stimulating you from either side as he continues fucking into you so slowly. heâs finally letting himself lean into it, the logic that he was trying to work around suddenly forgotten in lieu of ramming into you like he would die if he stopped.Â
âcome on,â you twist your hips a bit, letting him hit new spots within you that send your eyes rolling to the back of your head. âcome in me, you can do it baby.â
you know you wonât be able to come again until you feel his release inside of you, costing your walls like a painting. you continue urging him, sweet words in his ears and whispered encouragements that make his arms tighten just a little bit more around you until he comes with a growl. his movements go slack, little aborted thrusts, and he buries his head into your neck just as you come around his length.Â
it takes the two of you several moments to come down from your highs, the sound of your panting covering the entire room.
âno!â you cry out almost involuntarily when he moves to pull out, the slightest budge that causes some of the cum inside of you to slip out. your hands grasp at his hips, holding him against you and the movement drives him further inside of you than he had been all night. you shake in oversensitivity, the tiny drag of him against your walls burning so good.
heâs not entirely unaffected either, shown by the way he all but collapses on top of you. heâs covering you completely, his weight on top of you and his softening cock inside of you a comfort.Â
âdo you think it took?â he massages at your belly, right where his cock was. if you werenât also as hazy as him, you might have snarked back at him about how itâs very unlikely that it did, but any comment you might have made fizzled out with one look at his dazed face. his eyes were soft, clouded over a bit and he had a small smile on his face as he looked up at you from where his head was resting on your chest.Â
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Talking About My Fics (yikes lol)
Okay, soâŠ. Itâs been a while since Iâve been on this blog. Mainly because of life. But I wanted to talk about my fics because I just wanted to talk about them, you know?
Iâve been thinking lately and I was realizing how corny they sound. My fics are bad because you can tell the nsfw parts are not realistic, except the supernatural fics because obviously thatâs not real life. They got some cringe but the fics arenât that relevant to the topic because they involve unrealistic stuff, like creatures that donât exist. But the regular fics? Theyâre just so⊠oof.
They just sound soâŠ. Cringe and corny. I know some of them have taken off, mainly my Chan and Seonghwa ones, which⊠thank you, because theyâre my ult biases đ. But some of them just sound so bad. They just do.
I havenât written or posted some fics lately and I do wanna get back to it. But I do wanna change up my fics. I wanna make them not as cringeworthy.
Thatâs basically all I had. Iâve been off this blog for ages so I decided to look at it and see what I want to change as I integrate back onto this site. Iâm rarely on here because I work so much but Iâll try my best.
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professor bang
word count: 2.3k
warnings: unprotected sex, power imbalance (grad student x professor), multiple orgasms, chan calling the reader pet/good girl
synopsis: you laid out a perfectly crafted trap to seduce the hot professor - too bad heâs one step ahead of you.
the midday air is unsuspecting as you walk down the creaky hallway, floorboards of the psychology building groaning under your feet. the nerves are close to eating you up whole but you continue walking, too far into your plan to turn back now - you know what you want, and youâre going to get it. no one turns an eye as you walk past open doors, the hem of your dress swishing around your knees. theyâre accustomed to seeing you here, being a graduate student in the department means you spend more time here than you do in your own apartment.Â
you stop at one door in a series of identical ones, only told apart by a worn out plaque listing a room number and a shinier, newer one reading âchristopher bang, ph.d.â underneath it.
the door is cracked just a bit, enough for you to peer inside and there he is, standing in front of his desk, wearing a crisp white shirt under a grayish-blue blazer. his pants are too tight to be suitable for a professor, and they cling to his thighs and stretch across his ass perfectly, making you pause in the doorway with a hungry stare that lasts for too many seconds.Â
when you look up you meet his eyes and it makes you jump; you didnât know that he knew you were there. this doesnât fit in the plan.
the plan you cooked up when he got a little too cozy with you during the department holiday party last semester. the plan youâve been making and scrapping and working yourself up to execute, avoiding him at every corner so that he wouldnât know. you were supposed to surprise him, walk in pretending like you needed help with some assignment, getting closer and closer to him until your breaths were intermingling and then youâd look into his eyes and he would glance at your lips and-
and now heâs caught you checking him out like some kind of creep.Â
âoh, hi y/n,â he says, eyes turning crinkly as he looks at you with a shit-eating grin. fuck. Â
now that youâve been found out, you slide inside the gap in the door, shutting it closed behind you and letting the lock click behind your back. if he notices, he doesnât react, steady eyes trained on you as your feet take you closer and closer to his desk.
âhi professor bang,â you say, surprised by how clear your voice comes out. thatâs good, you wouldnât want him to know how nervous you are just yet, it would add to his smugness and you didnât know if you could handle his ego being even bigger than it is right now.Â
âwhat can i do for you?â he says, crossing his arms and leaning against the desk. the blazer stretches over his shoulders and the material does nothing to hide his biceps and your mouth waters. he quirks an eyebrow at you when you donât speak for a moment, and you have to clear your throat before any sound comes out.
âi needed some help with a research project,â you say, moving close enough to him that if anyone were to walk in they would absolutely report the both of you for some kind of ethical violation. good thing you locked the door, then. âi was hoping you could be of service.â
âoh?â he leans further back into the desk, fully relaxed in a way you wish you were. âwhat kind of project?â
âwell, it has to do with human connection,â you trail a finger across the collar of his blazer, further down until it catches on a button, in a show of false confidence. âi was looking to maybe get some hands-on experience? for research, of course.â
you feel a swell of victory when his breath catches in his throat and his arms loosen from where they were crossed to drop at his side.Â
âwell i certainly am the expert in that domain,â he drawls, eyes flickering down to your lips and back up. âi did write my dissertation on it, after all.â
itâs a lie - youâve read his dissertation, full of information about cognitive theory and eye movements and other things that honestly went way over your head. not a single mention of human connection was in that document, but the fact that heâs so readily playing along with you means that you didnât misread anything. either he wants you, or he enjoys toying with you; either way, you were on board.
even more so when he takes his blazer off, throwing it off to the side like it didnât cost him an aggressive amount of money to buy. youâve seen the designer labels on him plenty of times enough to know he likes to treat himself to nice things.Â
youâre hoping you can be his next nice thing, the next possession that he flaunts and parades around.Â
you lean in for a kiss, but he surprises you and flips the both of you around until youâre backed up into the desk. heâs leaning over you, dark eyes looking down at you like youâre his prey.Â
âletâs even the playing field a bit, shall we?â his voice has gone down, low and sultry, and you feel your head loll back from how it makes you feel. he makes quick work of removing your dress, letting the material pool to the floor so he could focus on your bra. itâs your favorite one, lacey and red and sexy, the material leaving nothing to the imagination. he takes a second to admire it, fingering at the strap around your shoulder and sliding his thumb into the cup before he reaches behind you and unhooks it in one try. it joins his blazer and your dress on the floor a moment later, and youâre left feeling exposed in front of him.Â
âhow is this even?â you ask, resisting the urge to cover yourself with your hands. âyouâre still wearing all of your clothes.â
âwell, sweetheart,â he starts, moving impossibly closer to you. âweâre in my office. that means i get to decide the rules, no?â
he swipes an arm across the table behind you before you can answer. papers flutter in the air, and heâs hiking you up onto the desk before they reach the ground. his hands are under your thighs, spreading them apart so he can fit between them. one of his hands snakes into the band of your underwear, your sensitive skin erupting in goosebumps from his touch.
âso wet,â he says, a smirk painting his face as his fingers part your folds to make slow circles around your clit. it shouldnât be enough to send shivers up your spine, but itâs him, so it does.
âfor you,â you say, looking up at him through your lashes. the amused glint in his eyes turns sharp, dark and possessive. just what you wanted.Â
âthis is mine?â he asks, cupping you in his hand while his other reaches around the small of your back to hold you close to him.
âyours,â you hum, nodding even though his attention certainly wasnât on your head.
he dips his fingers inside of you, gliding easily inside from how his fingers are coated with your juices. when he crooks his fingers and thumbs at your clit your head tips back, and you might have lost your balance if he wasnât holding you so close that you could feel his breath on your skin.Â
itâs on your third time stumbling over the word professor that he leans into your ear and tells you to call him chris, his lips kissing your ear as he works you to your high. youâre shaking apart on his desk and yet he doesnât relent, he continues to move his fingers with fervor until you canât help but push at his chest to get him to stop.Â
âchris,â you stutter out when he latches his lips to your neck, open mouthed and hot as his fingers move to grab at your thighs. his hands are so big, veins bulging as he digs his fingers in. you hope there are bruises there, tomorrow. and the next day.Â
âgonna fuck you now, okay?â he says, voice husky. âfor research.â
âyeah, research,â you breath out, using both your hands to cradle his face so that you could kiss him, finally. his lips are as soft as you imagined, plushy pillows that you could find yourself lost in for hours. he keeps his lips on yours as he moves your underwear down and off, helping you balance so he could slide it under your thighs until youâre bare in front of him. youâre unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers, and he chuckles against you when you canât get one of them open.
âfunny?â you break away from him, eyes trained on the way his lips are red and slick with spit.Â
âyouâre cute,â condescension lines his voice and a spark of anger runs through you at how he knows he has the upper hand. he gently takes your hands away from his clothes and makes quick work of them himself. in what feels like a split second, heâs stripped of his shirt and pants and heâs pulling down his boxers, revealing smooth planes of muscle and strong thighs and bulging arms that youâve fantasized about for months. you donât know if you want to cover them in bites or let him crush you with them more - there will be time for that, the next time.Â
you know thereâs going to be a next time if itâs already this good and heâs barely even done anything to you yet.Â
he spreads your thighs apart further, and you donât miss how he licks his lips at the view of your dripping cunt in front of him before he lines himself up at your entrance. you barely got a glimpse of his cock, but your mouth waters at the idea of it being inside of you. he glides his cock through your folds a few time, slicking himself up before pressing his head inside of you.Â
when he bottoms out you canât help but tighten your walls around him, helpless to the desires of your own body, and the groan he lets out makes you clench down even harder.Â
ârelax, pet,â he says, panting a bit. his thumb strokes at the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. âiâm going to take good care of you okay? but you need to relax for me.â
he leans down to kiss you again, and it must be a good enough distraction because he begins moving in time with the swipes of his tongue on your teeth. every time he rocks into you the air punches out of your lungs, youâre so full. he moves his face to the crook of your neck to hide his own labored breaths when he increases his pace, thrusting into you faster than you can keep up with.Â
heâs pressing you into the desk with each movement of his hips, the sharp corner against your legs sending pricks of pain up to your head. the game is over, the research bit is done, now itâs just chris taking what he wants from you. you love it. his arms wrap around you, keeping you upright, and you latch onto him like a lifeline. youâre completely at his mercy, entirely submissive to the way heâs keeping you still so he can use you.Â
you can tell heâs close when he pushes his head even further into your skin, fingers gripping your back and his movements becoming sharp and purposeful. he spills into you a second later with a bite to your neck, and you canât help yourself from following him as your head tips back in pleasure.Â
when he pulls out you wince, the emptiness that heâs left you with feeling worse than youâve ever felt with anyone else. he lowers you onto the desk slowly, letting your head rest on his mousepad as he runs his hands up and down your sides in comforting sweeps. youâre utterly spent, two orgasms hitting your limit, even more intense coming from him.Â
âone more,â he drawls out, not showing compassion at all for the way youâre panting and drooling onto his desk. âyou can do one more for me, canât you?â
âno, no, no,â your voice comes out thready and light, barely a sound. his hand returns to your core either way, slow circles of his fingers around your clit making your body twitch with each pass. the oversensitivity is too much, but youâre too weak to pull away from him. you donât even know if you want to, anymore.Â
âthereâs my good girl,â he grins when you whine and rut down onto his hand. you didnât know it was possible, but the coils in your lower belly start to tighten faster than before. youâre coming before you even realize itâs happening, pleasure seeping from your core to your fingertips, an all encompassing sensation that you canât put words to. it lasts for what feels like forever, waves and waves of ecstasy rocking through your body until your vision blacks out for a moment.Â
âyou did so good,â he finally stops and you press your legs together to stop him from returning. heâs pressing kisses to your body, your thighs and your stomach up to your neck and cheeks as he mumbles praises into your skin. his hand runs through your hair, pushing the sweaty locks that were stuck to your forehead out of the way so he could press a final, sweet kiss to your forehead. âso good for me. so pretty, my precious pet.â
and even as he takes care of you, cleans you up and helps you back into your clothes and feeds you water, youâre holding back a smirk. because he thinks he has the upper hand, he thinks he won, but you can guarantee that heâll be knocking at your door before the week is over.
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Chess, Not Checkers (M)
non idol Chan x fem!reader
genre: smut
warnings: breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mild spanking, fingering, oral sex (female receiving)
word count : 1k
"Mr. Bang... does this skirt make my butt look big?" You ask softly. You want his attention but he's scrolling on his phone.
"Hmm... yeah it kinda does I think... come here. I need a better look," he says as he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. He sets his phone down beside him and gives you his undivided attention.
You walk over to him, "I don't think I like how I look in this," You say with a pout, "I'm gonna change."
"Well, hey... now wait a minute. You asked for my opinion so let me have a look and then we can talk about it... turn around for me," he says with a playful lilt of his voice.
You spin around and hope that he notices your thong as your skirt catches some air and raises a bit.
"Uh uh. Slower," he hums. You spin slower and he grips your hips once you've turned to face away from him.
"Yeah... I love this skirt," he mumbles more to himself.
"So my butt does look bigger in it?" You ask.
"Well... not bigger... I think it just sort of accentuates your ass in a really nice way... I'm inclined to lift this slutty little skirt up and have a look at what you've got hiding under here... can daddy take a peak?" Chan's voice is soft and so playful.
"Yes... please," You whisper.
"Okay then let's have a look," he hums as he raises the back of your skirt up to expose your bare cheeks, "Oh... aren't you as pretty as ever."
He gives your ass cheeks a slap before soothing the heated skin with soft rubs and squeezes, "Are you sure you wanna go out tonight? You can't tell your friends you've caught a cold or something?" he asks as his lips pepper kisses over your left cheek and then your right.
"Noooooo... Christopher, don't do this to me again," You plead weakly.
He chuckles and scoffs at you playfully, "Don't you call me Christopher. You only call me that when you're mad at me."
"I am mad at you... you won't just let me go... you're making this hard," You mutter.
Chan doesn't stop licking and biting at the skin on your ass, "And you're making me hard... come lean over the bed."
He stands up and you take his place; leaning over the bed, you lower your torso and rest on your forearms as you raise your ass up to meet him. He yanks your thong down to your thighs and gives your ass a slap.
"That's right, princess... face down, ass up," he praises you before tossing your phone onto the bed beside you, "Call your friends- right now and tell them you're probably gonna be late."
"Chris... please. I don't wanna be late. Come on," You beg.
Chan's fingers stroke against your folds, "You could still make it on time if you do as I say... I'll even drive you there so I know you'll be safe and on time but you're going to get on that phone and call that nosy friend of yours and you're gonna tell her that you're probably gonna be late... your only other option is to tell her that you won't be coming at all so what's it gonna be?"
"I have to tell her right now?" You ask as you feel yourself falling tame to his dominance.
"That's what I said... right now and while you do that... I'm gonna play with this needy little pussy," he purrs as his fingers dip into you and slowly pump in and out.
You reluctantly call your friend.
"Put it on speaker," Chan orders you.
You pray she doesn't answer but of course she does.
"Please don't tell me you're not coming!" she pleads.
"Oh, she's coming," Chan chuckles quietly.
"No, girl! I am! I promise I just... my makeup isn't... it's not coming out right. I uh... I dunno it's... just... fuck!" You say as carefully as you can. Chan's fingers press against your spot and you almost cry out.
"Don't stress yourself. Minimalism is always in, sis. Or just ditch the makeup. You already know you're gorgeous either way," she says.
"Ah... thank you," You mumble.
When you feel Chan's tongue replace his finger, you gasp, "Christopher Bang, would you stop it?" You plead desperately.
"What the hell is going on?" your friend asks quickly; the concern in her voice would be amusing if you weren't trying not to whimper into the phone.
Chan's tongue eases in and out of you and he positions you with your legs spread wider before sucking on your clit.
"No... he just fucking... he's touching my makeup again- Chris... please... please," You mumble.
"Well, girl, get it together and tell him to stop playing around. We're here so get a move on," she laughs.
"Yeah... of course... I'll be there soon. Bye," You breathe before hanging up.
You scream into the mattress.
"'Christopher Bang would you stop it?'" he mocks you teasingly, "That doesn't sound like 'please, daddy' to me... Not even close if I'm being totally honest... Fuck... I love eating this pussy from the back." He presses a kiss to your pulsing cunt
"Daddy, please... please! Fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck!" You scream into the mattress and Chan slaps your ass. "Do you think I could ruin this hot little cunt before you go? How much can I break you before you leave?" he asks as he raises your ass up a little more. He doesn't pace himself at all and he slams into you.
"Daddy- fuck- it... fucking hurts," You choke out as you arch your back and push back to meet his hips.
"Yeah it fucking hurts but here you are pushing back on it and rutting yourself against me like a bitch in heat. You love it when I treat you like a little ragdoll... I'm gonna put a fucking baby in you. Gonna breed that dirty little pussy," he growls as his hips slam against you.
"I don't- wanna... fucking... g-go," You whimper.
"Oh no, sweetheart. You're going. You're gonna take this dick and then you're gonna take every drop of my cum and you're gonna keep it deep in that pussy... I'm gonna be with you- inside you- all fucking night," Chan says as he pulls you up to lean against the firmness of his chest.
"Please, daddy!" You cry out, "I- I can stay home! Please! Let me- let me... daddy, let me stay home... please... I wanna stay home with- with you, daddy!" You beg.
Chan shoves your face back into the mattress, "No... no. I'm gonna wear this little cunt out and every time you sit down, you're gonna think about me... you're gonna think about my cock and how good I'm making you feel and when you get home, I'm gonna wreck you all over again. Do you understand me?"
He knows you're not in any shape to answer him and he lands another slap to your ass just because he can and continues slamming into you.
Each thrust pulls a desperate cry from you, "Daddy," You muffle against the mattress as he pounds into you even harder.
"Yeah just keep that pretty ass in the air... daddy's so fucking close... fuck," he pants.
Your bodies are damp and his hips stutter before he finally releases inside you.
"There you go, love," he sighs as he pulls out and eases your thong back up.
"Daddy... I... I didn't cum... please," You whimper as you turn around to look at him from you spot on the bed.
Chan pulls you to your feet and pats your cheek softly,
"I know... that's why I said I was gonna wreck you again later... you thought you could tease me before you left and I'd be foaming at the mouth just dying for you to get back but no... I'm playing chess, not checkers, little girl. Now hurry up and finish getting ready so you're not late."
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trial & error | ft. bang chan
summary; chanâs been pretty skittish about fucking you. luckily, his stupidly big dick doesnât scare you.
rating; e for explicit
pairing; bang chan x reader
authorâs note; chan, my guy, my dude.. iâm so sorry. if you ever come across this, just know that iâm mentally ill!!! sorry. iâm repenting to god as we speak đ„Č i got carried away as per usual. sorry âbout it. chan is also a lil ooc in my opinion but, fiction is fiction. also written in drafts so not sure how long this actually isâ oops. tagging @hwanghyunjinenthusiast & @cbini because iâm evil like that <333
warnings; first and foremost: bang chan and a serious, life threatening case of massive cock, dirty talk, daddy kink, copious amounts of body fluids, wap!reader, shy!chan -> daddy!chan, first time together, implications of both dom and subspace, reader is called: baby, baby girl, princess, and the like, chan is called: chan, channie, chris, and daddy, chanâs self-sacrificial tendencies, chanâs people pleaser complex, insecurity, reader is GREEDY and EAGER, chan gets his nut off screen, spit, uh.. i think thatâs all?
chanâs body is juxtaposed to his mind, making him pause where heâs kneeled between your spread thighs. physically, heâs far past ready â cock harder than a diamond, jutting out proudly from its place between his hips and his brown eyes glued to the tiny, winking hole that youâve bared to him. mentally, heâs paralyzed â forced to give himself a pep talk because he knows for certain that itâd be so, so easy to tear that teeny, tiny hole up without even trying.
âitâs so tiny,â he whispers, thumb reaching out to rub over your dripping entrance. âwhat if i hurt you?â
you whine and that little hole clamps down, threatening to suckle the tip of his thumb right inside. you know that heâs trying to be careful with you; heâs made several remarks about how you would never have to sleep with him if you didnât want to. chanâs size has always been controversial at best and he knows from experience that a lot of girls would prefer to try their hand at sucking him off rather than letting him fuck them. and well, chan gets it â truly, he does â but that has never stopped him from sulking whenever heâd get sent home with blue balls. again.
what chan doesnât know is that itâs less about proving a point on your end and more about finally getting to come on that pretty dick of his. heâs left you high and sopping more times than you can count with his unparalleled dirty talk and general sex appeal. logically, youâre aware that most of it is likely unintentional, but after six months of dating without even so much as a petty game of âjust the tipâ, youâre one poor excuse away from taking matters into your own hands, tying him up, and using him like a human-dildo.
âw-wonât hurt me, ch-channie,â you reassure, wiggling your hips in an attempt to entice him into action. âiâm so wet for you; you feel it, right? canât hurt me like this.â
he does â feel it, that is. your pussy drools steadily against the pad of his thumb, slick folds curving around the rest of it. if he taps at it, the puddles of slick makes little, wet, popping noises; a true testament to how aroused you are. it makes part of him want to bend just a little further so he can scoop your slick up with his tongue, but he knows youâre far too impatient for that right now.
âchannie,â you beg, getting antsy, âchris.â
he sucks in a breath at the use of a shortened version his given name, eyes finally drawing away from your cunt. his gaze catches yours and you try to keep your expression open, allowing his to see the look of desperation thatâs overtaken your face.
âplease f-fuck me,â you whimper, tears gathering at your lash line, âiâve waited so long. been so good, channie.â
the flush that was covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears spreads down his neck at your begging. his dick hasnât flagged the slightest bit in the last half hour and he surely hasnât come, but hearing your incessant babbling has him feeling light headed like heâs on the verge of being overstimulated. it works in your favor though, spurring him into action like you wanted. after what feels like ages, you watch chan lean forward on his knees, using the hand that isnât helping to keep him upright to rub the tip of his cock through all the wet thatâs gathered between your legs.
your mouth drops open when you feel the head meet your entrance and it takes every ounce of self control that you have to keep yourself from forcing the entire length of him inside your cunt. you remain still instead, spine curving as you pick your head up from the pillow and look down, locking onto the sight of chanâs cock poised for entry.
âiâll go slow,â chan promises, waiting for your eager nod and when it comes, youâre left to look up at him with a slack jaw and furrowed brows as he presses inward with his hips, successfully stretching you open around the girth of his dick.
âoh my god,â you pant, hands slapping down against the mattress, âf-fuck.â
âa-almost,â he pants in return, a little out of his mind from the feel of you, âtipâs almost in, baby, jusâ relax for me, yeah?â
your hands wrap around chanâs lithe thighs as he continues to press into you, squeezing the flesh and muscle harshly as he works you open. he has to grit his teeth against the bite of your nails in his skin, jaw clenched tightly to keep himself grounded. it takes a moment, but he canât deny the elation he feels when the tightness of your pussy finally gives way the smallest bit, enclosing the head of his dick in nothing but warm, wet silk. the action cause you to squeal and jolt, breathing heavily as sweat threatens to build on your skin. chan doesnât dare move, wide, brown eyes too focused on the scrunch of your face for him to try and let you have the rest. itâs clearly the wrong choice though, especially if your squirming hips and pitiful mewls are meant to be any sort of clue.
âchris, chris,â you babble, impatiently trying to fuck your tight, little cunt onto his length, âcâmon, câmon.â
âeasy, baby,â he says, disbelief in his tone when he watches himself sink deeper.
thanks to all your wriggling, youâve managed to get another inch or so inside you, face contorting and hurt-sounding whines tumbling from your mouth one after the other. you donât stop trying to move even when chan places heavy hands palm side down on the insides of your thighs to hold you still. all that seems to be good for is making you pout and sob, pretty mouth begging for more despite the slight flashes of discomfort chan can see in your expression. still, he puts his best effort forth in trying to prevent you from hurting yourself too much, deciding to ease out a few centimeters only to push them right back in again.
that little thrust is what breaks the damn, causing you to turn your wild eyes up to chan like heâs hung the damn moon. he swears he can feel your cunt grow wetter from just that one, tiny movement and he watches first hand the way your pupils dilate further and swallow up your iris. youâre clenching, silken walls doing their best to suck greedily at his shaft. he has to bite the flesh of his bottom lip to clear his head, taking a moment to pray for any amount of restraint that god is willing to spare him because he has half a mind to throw all caution to the wind and split your pretty ass open like youâve been gagging for.
its a true feat, but he manages to remain decently composed. a part of him thinks he should be given a medal, knowing the weakest of men would have caved to their desire a long, long time ago. the composure heâs adopted is threadbare though, if he allows himself to be honest; itâs not really his fault. thereâs no denying how incredibly sexy you look when his cock is spearing you open.
âf-fuckinâ big, channie,â you gasp wetly.
he laughs, tight and breathy, continuing to fuck into you slowly and shallowly. âi know, princess. i told you so, butâcha just donât listen, do ya?â
ân-no,â you confirm, âwanted it so bad. needed it.â
the fact that you still need it goes unsaid. you can feel your walls gripping at chanâs cock, trying to keep him in every time he pulls his hips back. you doubt youâre even taking half his dick at this point, but heâs so damn thick â so fucking long â that it feels like so much more. even still, the size of his dick doesnât stop your cunt from slicking up eagerly. if anything, the stretch appears to only turn you on more, wetness trickling out with every push and pull of chanâs hips.
a few moments pass, filled with nothing other than the sounds of your staccato moans and the slight creaking of the mattress. chan takes this time to admire the bounce of your tits that occurs with each thrust, the hardened peaks of your nipples and the expanse of your cute, soft tummy making him feel delirious. everything about you drives him crazy, from the curve of your shoulders to the spread of your thighs as they fold over your hips. when your gaze catches his, you fix him with a small, cute, fucked out smile and he finds himself needing to rail you stupid.
âgâna go deeper, âkay?â
âmhm, yeah,â you nod, licking your dry lips, âgive it tâme.â
he does just that, sinking in a few more inches before pulling out again. the pace he adopts is a little quicker this go around; itâs definitely not as fast as youâre sure he could move, but fast enough that you can hear your noisy cunt as it leaks around chanâs girth. you feel like youâre floating in the clouds, hands squeezing at the sheets and his thighs all the while. each time your eyes meet, all you can do is smile and moan, fighting to hold onto the threads of your sanity.
you sound so good â tiny, breathy âoh, oh!âs that drive chan crazy. heâs nearly shaking with the effort it takes to hold himself in check, but itâs worth it when he finally decides give you the entire length. your head spins when he does it, brain melting and liquefying out of your ears. one second youâre just getting used to half his cock and the next second, youâre aching, stuffed so full that you can feel him in the depths of your tummy.
the surprised squeal that leaves you causes chan to give you a grunt of his own. the pace of his movements have slowed once again but you canât say you mind, not when you can watch him roll his hips in a way that fills you enough to make you cream. almost mindlessly, chan brings one hand to his mouth, licking the pad of his own thumb before bringing it back down to rub at your clit. the action literally takes your breath away, has you going cross eyed and dumb, babbling about how good it feels.
âhhhnn,â you gasp, angling your head to try and catch a peek of where youâre joined together, âyour cockâs so big,â you mutter mindlessly, pussy squelching excitedly when chanâs hips nearly meet yours on one of his inward thrusts, âso fucking deep. so, so good.â
âyeah?â chan pants, his eyes rolling back in his own head at the blatant display of your own pleasure. he keeps a steady pressure on your clit, thumb circling the swollen flesh with practiced ease. âfeels good now, baby?â
âmhm! feels sâgood,â you slur out, âfeels so good in my pussy.â
âshiiit,â chan drawls, hips jerking at your senseless speech. youâre so sexy when you feel good and heâs a little upset with himself for not letting you have his dick sooner. âcanât wait to make this pretty, little cunt come around me,â he murmurs, sounding desperate, âthen iâll just get to do it all over again.â
you canât catch your breath; you know, even without proper brain function, that youâre on the brink of orgasm. youâre amazed by how quickly you get there, even though itâs long since been established that chanâs the most efficient lover youâve had in the bedroom. he can make you come, quite literally, in eight minutes flat with nothing but his nose and tongue; it makes perfect sense that his dick is no exception. youâre so gone at this point that your mouth gets looser, undisclosed titles rolling off your tongue without care.
âdaddy,â you whine, losing yourself when you begin fucking your hips back onto him in effort to catch every thrust. âyes, yes, yes. daddy, fuck!â
he doesnât miss a single beat despite the slight shock. heâll be your daddy, already wants to take care of you so it just feels right. you can be his princess, his little baby girl â his to hold, his to cherish; his to fuck within an inch of her life whenever he pleases. the thought sends him reeling, makes his chest flush and puff out simultaneously. youâre left to watch through the haze as he purses his lips, spit coming into view before he lets it fall to your clit, making your clit wetter and dulling the friction between your skin and his. you mewl at the warmth, cooing at the slip and slide of his thumb, slipping deeper into the fog, hooded eyes glued to chanâs.
âthere you are,â chan coos back, shivering and looking at you adoringly. âthereâs my princess. gâna come for daddy? show him how good heâs making you feel, yeah?â
âyes, yeah,â you say, accompanying your words with frantic nods that become jerkier and jerkier.
just when you think it canât get any better, chan proves you wrong. you donât have the brain cells to comprehend what exactly it is that heâs done, but it feels so good that you squeal, big eyes going unfocused as your orgasm threatens to take over. chan knows heâs in his zone, a special place heâs only gone to a handful of times. his pace picks up slightly, so in tune with your body as you writhe on the sheets. he barely comprehends when his thighs start doing all the work, making small bouncing motions that cause him to rub against your g-spot.
âoh my god,â comes your excited mewl, âiâm gonna come.â
thereâs a pleased rumbling in his chest, one-track mind focused solely on your demise. âmm, do it then. come on my cock, baby. make daddy proud.â
âdaddy. daddy, daddy, daddy,â you chant, eyes bouncing from his own, to his cock, to the ceiling. youâre so fucking cute, all stupid like this. âcoming, coming, iâm coming!â
you jerk like a live wire when you finally come, pussy gushing and rippling around chanâs dick. a high pitch whimper leaves your lips and chan laughs, humming as he fucks you through it, prolonging the high a bit longer than you were expecting. you donât know what time it is, or what day of the week, but you know you feel better than youâve ever felt, tunnel vision for chan in the aftermath of your orgasm.
âthatâs it,â he coos, daring to press all the way in once more just to see the evidence coating his cock when he pulls out. âgood girl, took it so well for me.â
youâd preen if your mind werenât so hazy, but chan knows you hear him. thereâs a dopey smile stretched across your lips, your stretched out cunt still dripping and spasming. heâs surprised by his own ability to hold out, now painfully aware that his dick is still hard and leaking, partially sheathed inside your hot, little body. heâs coming out of his own fog, but youâre obviously still floating in yours. he doesnât want to assume he can continue, but he hadnât known that thereâd be a need for the conversation in the first place either.
you blink slowly at him once youâve been reduced to minute twitches and spasms. you vaguely register that chanâs still inside you, still hard and your brain tries hard to come back online. a tiny voice in the back of your mind calls for him, âdaddy, daddy,â it begs, demanding to be heard, âagain, again!â
you arenât even cognizant that youâre moving, canting your own hips up, back to square one and trying to take him all the way back inside your cunt. chan can only groan, body falling over yours and pushing his length back inside, stretching you out with his cock all over again. your eyes roll back, disappearing behind your fluttering eyelids as you accept him, gripping the sheets with a tiny giggle of content.
âfull, full, full,â the voice chants, elated.
âi w-wonât last long,â chan admits, inflection if shame in his tone. âyouâre too wet, too fucking tight.â
âdonât care,â you croak, body moving on its own. âwant you, again.â
youâre moving in what feels to be slow motion as you encase him in your thighs and arms, mouth pressing to the ball of his shoulder. itâs pretty detrimental for his health â heâs already strung tight from making you come undone. now youâre wrapped around him? all soft, warm, and inviting? wanting his (humbly) big cock fucking your little pussy until he comes? until you come again?
âfuck, baby,â he groans, burying his face in your sweaty neck as he starts to build up a rhythm again. âokay. whatever you want. whatever daddyâs baby needs.â
heâs rambling, strokes moderately paced and so deep, sliding into spaces that you didnât know could be stimulated. the fog takes you again, but you welcome it, happy to be consumed as long as youâre held in chanâs capable hands. you trust him with your life, so relinquishing your body is ridiculously easy.
in the recesses of your mind, you strive to make him feel as good as you do. getting to come on that beautiful, god-sent cock a second time â after months of trial and error â is just a bonus.
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