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bangchansdirty-slut · 4 months

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I Need A Little Assistance

Paring: Top Boss!Bang Chan x Bottom Personal assistant!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Chan needs a little help in his office

More: Masterlist

A/n: This is my first time writing smut and first post, also Requests are opened.

The first thing you notice as you step into Bang Chan's office is the tension thick in the air. It's not an unfamiliar sensation, working as his personal assistant for the past few years, but something about today feels different. He's pacing back and forth, hands thrust deep into his pockets, a frown marring his usually handsome features. You hesitate for a moment, wondering what could possibly have him this worked up, before he finally addresses you. "Hey, I could use your help with something." His voice is strained, almost hoarse. "Would you mind closing the door on your way in?"

You do as you're told, glancing around the room as you close the door behind you. The space is large and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline. A massive mahogany desk dominates the center of the room, and behind it sits Bang Chan, looking even more unsettled than before.

"It's about this… this thing," he mutters, gesturing vaguely downward. You follow his gaze and notice that his pants are tented, a telltale bulge pressing against the fabric. His cheeks are flushed, and he's trying to adjust himself awkwardly in his seat. You swallow hard, suddenly feeling a mixture of confusion and arousal.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Bang? Maybe I can help," you offer cautiously, inching closer to his desk. You're not sure what's going on, but you know that Bang Chan isn't one to usually show this much discomfort. He glances up at you, relief flashing briefly across his features before being replaced by a look of determination.

"My wife can't seem to help with this," he says, gesturing to the bulge in his pants again. "She just… can't handle it." You bite your lip, feeling a wave of sympathy wash over you. It's not uncommon for married couples to have these kinds of issues, but it's still an awkward situation for both of them.

"I'm not sure if it's something I should be doing," you say hesitantly. "But I could try, if you want me to." His eyes meet yours, hopeful and grateful. "I mean, I'm not an expert or anything, but I could give it a shot."

You take a deep breath and move closer to his desk, standing in front of where his legs are spread. You place your hands gently on his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your fingertips. "Just relax, Mr. Bang," you whisper. "I'm here to help you."

His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he lets out a shaky breath. You can feel the length of him pressing against your stomach as you lean forward, guiding his cock away from your body with one hand while using the other to stroke him gently through his pants. He gasps, and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen tense beneath your fingertips.

"That feels good," he whispers hoarsely. "Just like that." You smile, taking this as your cue to continue. Your grip on him tightens slightly, and you begin to stroke faster, feeling the warmth and length of him in your hand. His hips begin to rock forward, grinding against your palm, and he lets out a moan that vibrates against your skin.

You can tell that he's getting close, and you know that he needs some release. You unbutton his pants and free his cock, letting it spring free and stand at full attention. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire. "You're so good at this," he pants. "I needed this."

You kneel down in front of him, taking his cock into your hand. It's thick and hard, and the pre-cum is already starting to drip onto your palm. You lean forward, closing your eyes as you taste him for the first time. His salty flavor fills your mouth, and you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently at first before taking him deeper. He groans, thrusting his hips forward as you take more of him into your mouth.

Your hand continues to stroke him in time with your movements, and you can feel the tension building in his thighs. His hips begin to move erratically, his moans filling the room. You can feel the warmth of him, the weight of him in your hand, and you know that he's close. You increase the pace of your sucking, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock as you milk him, feeling the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of your throat.

He groans, thrusting his hips forward and coming harder, filling your mouth with his seed. You swallow every drop, relishing the taste of him as he shudders and gasps for air. When he finally pulls away, he's flushed and breathing heavily. His eyes meet yours, and there's a mix of gratitude and arousal in his gaze.

He turned you around and gently pushed you down on the table. Your heart raced with anticipation as he slowly pulled down my pants, exposing your throbbing cock. You couldn't help but let out a moan as his hand wrapped around your member,

"Ahhhhhh…" You moan as he teases you. "Fuck… that feels so good…"

His fingers are expertly manipulating your cock, rubbing in just the right way. You feel yourself growing harder, more desperate for release. You try to focus on the sensation of his fingers against your skin, but the way he's looking at you is almost too much. His eyes are intense, filled with desire, and you can feel the heat emanating from his body as he leans in closer.

He leans forward, his breath hot against your ear. "You look so good," he whispers. "I want to feel inside of you." His hand moves away from your cock, leaving you momentarily bereft of sensation, and then he reaches around, guiding your hips forward. Your cock presses against his fingertips, and he lubes himself up with saliva before pressing his cock against your entrance.

There's a brief moment of resistance, but then he pushes forward, and you feel him slide inside of you. You cry out, arching your back as he fills you up. He starts to thrust gently, his movements slow and deliberate at first. "Is this okay?" he asks, concern etched in his features.

"It's perfect," you breathe, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop." He nods, taking your encouragement as permission to go deeper. His hips begin to move faster, his cock thrusting in and out of you in a rhythmic motion. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you can feel the tension building inside you.

Chris leans forward, his chest pressing against yours as he kisses you roughly. His tongue darts into your mouth, tangling with yours as he continues to fuck you. His hands grip your hips, guiding you up and down with each thrust. You can feel the head of his cock brushing against something deep inside of you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

He picks up the pace, moving faster and harder as he loses control. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and his muscles tense as he gets closer to the edge. You can feel the wet heat of his cum building inside of you, and with every thrust, it pushes you closer to your own release. You arch your back, moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you in a wave of pleasure.

Your body tenses, gripping him tightly as you come, and Chris follows soon after, groaning out your name as he fills you up. His hips buck wildly, driving his cock deeper inside of you, and you can feel the warmth of his release spread through your body. His weight presses down on you, pinning you to the table, and you can feel the strength and power in his arms as he holds you.

For several moments, you're lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, feeling the gentle thrusts of his hips as he continues to move inside of you. The air in the room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the sounds of your bodies moving together are almost hypnotic. He leans in, kissing you tenderly, his lips soft against yours.

"I think I need to sit down," he murmurs, breaking the intimacy of the moment. With a gentle groan, he pulls out of you, his cock slipping free with a wet, sucking sound. You feel the loss of him inside of you, but the warmth of his cum spreading through your body is a delicious reminder of what just happened. He turns you around, helps you to your feet, and leads you over to the table.

He sits down, panting heavily, and motions for you to join him. As you slide onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips, you can feel the evidence of what just transpired between you. Your cock is still hard, and the warmth of your skin where he touched you is a stark contrast to the cool air in the room. He reaches up, cupping your cheek in his hand, and studies your face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice rough with emotion. You nod, unable to find the words to express how you feel right now. He leans in, kissing you softly, and then nips at your lower lip. His hand moves down, caressing your chest, before sliding lower, tracing a line down your stomach. He looks up at you as his fingers brush against your inner thigh.

"Do you want to do that again?" he asks, his voice husky. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought. The idea of him inside of you again is almost too much to bear. You nod eagerly, and he smiles. He helps you stand up, guiding you over to the couch.

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bandgie · 5 months

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Heyy! I just wanted to say your pretty boy series was just chefs kiss!!!! I was wondering if I could request a shy subby bangchan admitting that he has a choking kink during a game of truth and dare where the members make fun of him for it. Seeing all the teasing makes reader want to fulfill his fantasies and he’s even more nervous because your his crush 😩

a/n: hi thank you so much!! that series was actually my first ever kpop fanfic and I was beyond shocked by all the love it got!! and ofc here ya go!

synopsis: You thought you knew everything about your best friends, especially Bangchan. A game of truth or dare (and maybe a bit too much alcohol) makes his deepest fantasies come to light, and you're more than happy to make those a reality.

warnings: mdni 18+, fem!reader, everyone's a bit tipsy, choking (m!rec), hair pulling (m!rec), dry humping, dom reader, cumming in pants, crying, begging, confessing, aftercare, FLUFF... the usual

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"Uh...Chan! Truth or dare?" Han all but slurs. He hiccups as he takes another swing of his beer.

Chan thinks for a moment, his face slightly flushed. You notice his cheeks, his ears, and the tip of his nose are tinted pink. His eyes aren't as focused, but they still glint with a curious spark.

"Truth."

"Oh you're no fun!" Felix complains. He's also very flushed, though not as drunk as Han. "You've been choosing that the entire time." Chan only shrugs in response, "Then ask interesting questions."

Han isn't one to turn down a challenge. You can see his whole demeanor change at the proposition. He sits up a little straighter, ruffles his hair, and looks his leader dead in the eyes. "Fine. What's your biggest kink?"

This makes the men 'ooo' and 'ahh'. Even Seungmin, who's been relatively quiet, perks up. His friends lean in closer to hear his answer, eyes shining with mischievousness. Even you find yourself eager to hear what he has to say.

"I uh..." Chan trails off.

"Don't be a cunt Chan," Felix laughs at this stuttering friend. Minho quickly joins in on the teasing, "Chan the cunt! Chan the cunt!" It doesn't take long for the boys to start chanting, causing you to go into a fit of laughter.

"Okay, fuck! You assholes, choking! I like choking!."

Chan's eyes darted to yours for a brief moment after his forced confession. Choking isn't the only thing he secretly likes, but you. The moment his members asked to play truth or dare, he knew he was in for it. They have an idea about his crush on you, but Chan didn't think they'd embarrass him like that.

"You like choking them during sex?" Han further inquiries.

Chan shakes his head, "That's two questions." His response is met with boos. The chant quickly picks up again, with you joining in this time. He turns even more red, the color showing on his neck. "Ugh! Me! I like being choked!"

Silence. The abrupt stop of chanting echoes in the dorm. Chan wishes he could bury himself in the ground.

Then Changbin laughs a high-pitched staccato that makes everyone else in the room howling with laughter. Han clutches his stomach and claims he's going to throw up. Minho and Seungmin team up on calling Chan a sub. You just sit there.

Chan? A sub? No, that can't be right. His entire presence screams dominant. He's the leader for god's sake, why would he be anything less?

Your eyes travel down to his neck. His veins pop out from yelling at them to shut up. His skin is already pink, but you think it would look pretty blotched with purple. Then you recall the music video he made with Hyunjin, Red Lights. Chan did look rather...nice with hands on his bare throat.

Maybe the alcohol's getting to your head, but the image won't leave your mind. Would he beg for more? Ask you to squeeze harder? Your hands clench and unclench, eager to grasp onto something.

You down the rest of your bottle, chugging the bitter liquid until it burns your throat.

The game continues without missing a beat. You learn that Felix wears women's underwear, Han has never cum from sex, Minho has never let a girl ride him, Seungmin's been in a threesome, and Changbin uses a chastity. All of their spilled secrets should play in your head, so why can't you stop thinking about Chan's?

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't hear Felix calling your name. You blink a few times and look up at him, "Huh?"

"Truth or dare."

Oh, it's your turn. You twirl the empty bottle in your hand before coming to a decision, "Truth."

He hums at that, eyebrows knitting together as he thinks. His eyes land on Chris, and a devious smile appears on his face. "Have you ever choked someone during sex?"

The boys perk their ears up, Seungmin playfully nudges Chan who slaps his shoulder in response. But still, he finds himself anxious at your waiting response. What if you say it's weird? That you could never do anything like that? Instead, Chan hears you say the exact opposite.

"I have actually yeah. Plenty of times."

They make a noise as if they're in awe, and Seungmin elbows Chan much harder this time.

"Looks like we got another freak on our hands," Minho teases. You only roll your eyes in response, smiling. "Says the one who can't do cowgirl."

"Yeah that's weird as fuck," Han interjects. "Don't you wanna see the tiddies bounce?" Minho waves Han off and tsks, "You're weird as fuck. How do you not cum from sex?"

"I get nervous okay!"

The two playfully bicker before Seungmin calls it night. Then Changbin followed after. One by one, the boys begin retrieving their rooms until it's just you and Chris. It's past midnight, and he should be in bed like the rest of his members, but he stays behind to help you clean.

"You really don't have to help," Chan says.

You pick up the empty bottles and toss them in the trash bag. "I don't mind. Plus I played too, it's only fair I do this." He doesn't argue with that logic. An awkward tension hangs in the air and you both quietly get to work, and you're the first to break it. "So choking huh?"

Chan coughs dramatically, covering his mouth with his fist. "What? Me? I don't know what you're talking about."

His blush gives it away. You've always thought his shyness was cute, but you would have never guessed it played a role in the bedroom.

"You don't have to act coy with me Channie. I know all your dirty little secrets." You laugh as he deepens in that reddish color. Chan clears his throat, "Well, I know yours too now."

You nod, "Ah, touché."

A moment of silence hangs over you two. This time, Chan breaks it. "What got you into it? Choking I mean."

You tie the trash bag and put it next to the front door. "A while ago. I was...with someone and they asked me to. Didn't think much of it until we did it again. The boom, now it's just a thing."

Chan nods, making a small ah sound.

"How about you though?" You find yourself sitting on the couch. Chan has also deserted his duties, fiddling with his ripped jeans. He isn't as drunk as before, but he can still feel it in his veins. There's a small voice of common sense telling him to keep quiet, that he shouldn't embarrass himself more than he has already. But Chan never listens to that voice.

"The people I've been with always want me to choke them. And I thought 'What's the big deal about?' Then when I did it to myself, I kind of got it."

You do a double-take at him. "Wait what? You do it to yourself?"

He nods, "Yeah. I'm too embarrassed to ask anyone. I really like...taking it. Ya know what I mean?" Chan waits for your answer but is met with deafening silence. He should have listened to that voice. If you thought he wasn't a freak then, you must think he is one now.

The expression change catches your attention. You quickly apologize when you see his mood stop, shaking your hands in a surrendering manner. "No! I get it, I do! I didn't think you'd do it to yourself. It just caught me by surprise.

Your words do little to help him. Seeing Chan upset makes your heart clench, and you scramble for ways to make it up. "I can do it. Show you how it feels when someone else does it."

His frown turns into confusion. "You'd wanna do that? Are you sure?"

You've never been more sure of anything else. The thought of your fingers around Chan has never left your mind. It's not fair that he works so hard, yet doesn't get half as much in return. Fulfilling his deepest desires is the least you could do for him.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Come here."

Chan hesitantly rises to his feet, taking slow steps to where you sit. He carefully sits down beside you, watching how you adjust to place each leg on either side of his thighs. You don't know how you gathered the confidence to straddle Chan so easily, but you'd be damned if you stopped now.

Your hands find his neck, grazing over his skin. He's soft and warm underneath your fingertips. Chan half expected you to start right away, so he's surprised to feel you take your time. Your thumb travels to his chin, feeling his plush bottom lip.

Friends don't do this, they don't sit in each other's lap and think about kissing them. But it's what you're doing right now. Chan is still underneath you, waiting for your next move. The two of you are already pushing past limits, but you can blame the alcohol in the morning.

You lean in, looking up in his eyes to see if he wants this too. It doesn't shock you to see that he does, and Chan fills the small gap between you two.

His lips are softer than what you could have imagined. It makes your stomach flip in desire. His hands find your waist to bring you closer and you melt in his hold. The feeling of your warm body on his makes him moan quietly in your mouth. You press your lips harder, making his head tilt from the weight of your hunger.

Then your hands travel down to his neck, gripping and getting him used to how your fingers wrap around him.

Chan gasps in your mouth, aroused eyes opening to peer into your own. He gives you a nod of affirmation, biting his lower lip as he waits.

Your fingers go on either side of his throat, applying light pressure. Your lips are a breath away, eyelashes nearly touching as you look for any signs of discomfort. Chan instead moans at the pressure, mouth opening to beg.

"Harder. Fuck please harder."

The pussy between your legs throbs. It's mindless as you slowly grind against his erection, obeying his desperate request. You can feel his pulse quicken in your palm, how his throat opens when he takes breaths.

Chan's eyes cross, his quiet moans tumbling into your mouth. He's begun to rock his hips against yours. You can feel your cunt sticking to your underwear. It feels so good to feel his clothed cock between your legs, his throat between your hands.

You squeeze harder, earning a small cry from Chan. His eyes turn glossy, and you take this as a cue to loosen your grip. He reacts negatively, whining and slapping your ass in protest.

"I wanted it harder," he rasps out.

You shake your head, "That's too much for you Channie. Just let me take care of you, hm?" He hesitates for a second, debating if he should argue with you. You're the pro though, and Chan might push himself a little too far (something he tends to do much too often). He nods at you, "Yeah."

Moving one of your hands to the back of his neck while the other goes to the back of his head. Chan raises an eyebrow but says nothing. He hasn't seen this one in videos.

You grab a fist full of his hair and force him to look upwards, baring his throat to you. You squeeze the back of his neck and simultaneously pull on his hair roughly. Chan's hips jerk at the combination, rutting against you.

It's a bit hard to ride him, but Chan is adamant on feeling your pussy behind the layers of clothes. He keeps his hard grip on your hips to hump you against him while you do the work from above. You hiss when his cock catches your clit, making your thighs shake.

Chan's neck is pretty, forming light red handprints on the side of them. You lean down to mark it up even more, kissing and biting on his tender flesh. Hearing him groan makes you pull on his hair harder, squeeze the back of his neck just a little harder.

You kiss down his neck until you find a spot that makes him squeak. Chan can feel you smile against his skin as you bite down on it. Your teeth sink into his flesh, making his hips still.

"Ah~ fuuuck! I think imma cum," he drawls out.

"That's okay Channie," you coo. "Go ahead and cum in your pants." He attempts to shake his head, but your grip is unwavering. "I don't wanna cum in my pants! You. I wanna cum in you."

You're dripping. Your underwear is drenched in your slick, you think it must be running down your thighs. Chan's cock would fit perfectly inside of you, rubbing against your walls rhythmically, hitting you deep until he cums. It would leave you so full, so satisfied.

"Friends don't cum in each other," you tsk at him.

"I don't want to be your friend!" He all but wails. Chan's eyes are brimmed with tears, but he's too fucked out to think properly. His words shock you, somewhat hurt. "What?"

"I can't go back to being your friend after this. I've wanted this, wanted you. I wanna cum so bad in you. Fuck, I love you. I fuckin love you and your pussy. Let me cum in you please, please..." Chan babbles incoherently.

He's thrusting his hips up against you, hands making you bounce on his clothed cock. Chan began to cry, begging pathetically as if he didn't just confess.

You want to question him, to confirm if he truly thinks that or if it's just his dick talking. Instead, you grind your hips harder and yank his hair roughly, "Nope."

A malicious smile finds your lips when you hear him cry. You bite down on him just to hear him sob more. Chan can feel his cock twitch in his boxers, the tensing in his balls before he cums.

You have to kiss him to muffle his moans, conscious of the people sleeping just in the other room. He bites and licks your lips messily as you pull his hair downwards.

Shivers and goosebumps appear on Chan's arms when he finishes. He's softly grinding against you, making sure to milk himself dry.

The applied pressure on his neck slowly releases. He groans when your warm hands leave him, twitching. The sides of his throat settled to a purple color covered in your bruising kisses and fingers. Chan's neck is even prettier when covered in black and blue.

He doesn't let you get off his lap when you try to move. Chan needs to feel you, that you're still here. You don't fight against him, instead wrapping your hands around his neck and bringing him into your chest.

Chan molds in your hold, breathing you in. He's still shaking, whimpering softly from his post-orgasm. It's important to stay where you are next to him. This might have been the most extreme scene he's gone through, he'll need time to recover.

Your digits tangle in his messy hair, gently massaging and scratching Chan's scalp. He hums in your chest and pecks your neck, the exposed parts of your chest. It feels right to hold him, to give when he never receives.

Maybe you shouldn't mention the elephant in the room, his confession. You'll file it away in the back of your mind as sex talk, nothing more. But something tells you this won't be the last that you get involved with Chan.

a/n: badda bing badda boom, this was kinda hard to write I aint gonna lie. I had to google how bdsm choking words and different methods. but I really hope you liked it !! update!: part two here!

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whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 1 year

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⛓️ Please, I’m begging. Just let me touch you… ⛓️

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Chan brought home his heart handcuffs as a memento, and now they’re finally being used appropriately.

✎ CW: Established relationship, blindfolding, bondage, handcuffs, hand job, blow job, riding, nipple play, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), degradation, praise, dirty talk, big ol’ daddy kink (as usual)

✎ Word count: 2,954

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You cross and uncross your legs, trying to find the perfect position to surprise your boyfriend in.

He’s headed back home after a long day of recording, and you’re ready to welcome him with freshly shaved legs, a perfectly trimmed landing strip, and an incredibly short skirt. But you have something else up your sleeve, too. Or in your hand, more like.

Chan’s black heart handcuffs came home with him one day, but they’ve been sitting in a drawer ever since. Putting them to use is long overdue, so they — plus one of his ties — currently sit in your lap, just biding time.

You put your right knee over left, angling your body diagonally in the chair so you can lean back a little and give him a nice view of the underside of your thigh and the teensiest peek at your lace panties. The tie sits over your knee, enough to make it prominent, but not hide too much leg. Yeah, perfect. And it really is, because you hear the door unlock almost immediately.

“Hey, babe, I’m home!” Chan calls out, so focused on placing his things down that he hasn’t noticed you yet.

“Hey…” you purr, the word coming out low and slow.

He turns his head toward you, and his eyes travel from bottom to top, taking their sweet time enjoying the little show you’re putting on.

“Oh? What’s this now?” he asks, striding toward you.

Twirling the handcuffs around your finger, you slowly look up at him with just your eyes, keeping your head still.

“Figured we’d try something new today,” you answer.

He finally reaches the chair and looms above you. He’s close enough to touch, but he doesn’t deserve that yet.

“So, are these for you? Want daddy to tie you up, Princess?”

He places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up toward his. He’s smirking down at you with those intense brown eyes, and you can’t wait to turn the tables.

“Actually, no,” you say, standing up slowly. Your bodies are an inch away, maybe less. One slight movement, and you’ll be chest to chest, hip to hip. “They’re for you.”

His dark expression is a mix of confusion and intrigue. He raises an eyebrow at you but maintains that sexy smirk and waits for you to speak again.

“I’m gonna have my way with you tonight, daddy.”

The palms of your hands press into his solid chest, slowly traveling upward to close your fingers around his neck. His head falls back just enough to give you more room to play without breaking eye contact.

“Exactly what do you plan to do to me?” he asks.

Your weight shifts to the balls of your feet to give you a few extra inches. You wet your lips and place them on the outside of Chan’s ear before speaking softly.

“Whatever I want.”

You take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom, stopping once you’re in the doorway. A quick kiss on his plump lips then you’re wrapping the tie around his head and knotting it at the back. A few slight adjustments ensure his field of vision is entirely darkened.

“Hands together,” you command.

He does as he’s told and brings his arms forward. His thick biceps stretch the cotton shirt he’s wearing, and it’s clear he’s flexing to impress.

The handcuffs slide open and then click closed around both wrists. He’s at your mercy now.

You lead him to the bed, mapping out a clear path so he won’t trip. He follows willingly without making a peep.

You touch his chest to signal him to stop. You undo his belt buckle, then the button and zipper on his pants. The denim needs some help over his muscular ass, then falls in a pile at his feet.

You crouch down to help him remove his shoes and step out of his pant legs. You settle on your knees and direct him onto the bed with hands on his hips. But now he’s just sitting there, smiling like a goof.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“Nothing. I’m just excited, that’s all,” he says, unable to contain his giggles.

Your brow furrows. He’s not taking you seriously. You’ll show him.

His cock is stiff in his boxer briefs, but you know he can get harder. You rise to your feet and turn so you can lower your ass into his lap. Hands on knees for support, you make light contact on his thighs and move your hips back and forth slowly.

“Ohhhh…” he moans, handcuffed wrists rising to his chest to give you more room to work.

You lower your hips further, making sure you tease his cock with each movement. He’s starting to twitch against your ass, and pre-cum is soaking through his underwear. You glance back at his face to see him alternating between pursing his lips and forming a tiny o with his mouth.

“Not so funny now, is it?” you ask, settling into a circular rhythm over his throbbing dick.

“Naur, it’s… I…” he mumbles between soft moans.

He reaches for your shoulders to force you down permanently, but the handcuffs only give him enough leeway to grasp where your neck meets your torso. His pull is strong and you have to brace yourself on his thighs to maintain control.

“Not yet, baby,” you scold, pushing up and out of his grip to stand again.

Chan whines and reaches out for you, but it’s no use.

“Please…” he whimpers, the corners of his beautiful lips turning down into a frown.

“Please what?” you purr.

“Oh god, come on, don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?”

“You know what. You’re just teasing me.”

“Hmmmm... Maybe just a little.”

“Maybe just a lot.”

You suppress a giggle and take a few seconds to compose yourself before speaking again. You love watching him squirm.

“Move back to the headboard for me.”

Again, he does as he’s told with no objection, though he does fumble a bit to figure out exactly where he is in the dark. Once he’s settled, you crawl toward him and spread his legs so you can sit between them.

“Want me to touch you again, daddy?”

“Please.”

“Hands or mouth?”

“Mouth, oh god, mouth,” he growls.

His cock reaches for you again, begging for the wet warmth behind your lips. You pull his boxers down below his balls and lean in, exhaling long, strong breaths on him.

“One quick thing first,” you say, pulling away — to his surprise and dismay.

The handcuff key is on the nightstand, waiting for your next move. You make quick work of undoing one of his hands, just to loop the chain through the slotted headboard before trapping his wrist once again.

The sight of him — arms above his head, eyes covered, mouth agape, chest rising and falling rapidly, cock twitching against his toned stomach — has you clenching your cunt. And all of this is yours.

His hips buck upward, begging for contact. You’ve probably teased him enough, for now.

Lips parted, your head lowers once again to his dick, taking its head into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around him before running along his slit. You conjure a ball of spit from your throat and let it fall from your lips. It slides down his long shaft, coating him in you.

You take him in once again, deeper this time. Lips close tight around his veiny length and you bob your head up and down, up and down — caressing his cock’s underside with your tongue.

His breaths are rapid, shallow. He won’t last much longer if you keep this up. And that just won’t do.

Your mouth’s embrace is quickly replaced by the light grip of a cold hand, and he groans again. You stroke him teasingly, slowly, keeping a watchful eye on his disappointed expression.

“Someone’s ungrateful,” you chide.

“No, I’m not,” he pants. “That was just… so good. I was so close.”

“If I finish you off now, what am I gonna do? Who’s going to take care of my tight, aching cunt?”

“I’ll get hard again for you, I promise. Please, please, please... I’ll do anything for you… your mouth.”

“You promise? I’ll be so disappointed if I can’t ride daddy’s thick cock…”

“I promise you will, please. Oh god, y/n… pleasepleaseplease…”

He’s a writhing mess — pulling against the wood of the headboard with the cuffs and thrusting in and out of your hand still wrapped around his dick. It’s pitiful, really, how quickly he crumbles under your control.

You drop a few more globs of spit down to lubricate his cock, and focus your fingers on its head. Your thumb presses down on his slit and his body shivers.

“M-more…” he exhales.

All five fingers surround and play with his sensitive cockhead, and Chan’s head falls back against the headboard.

“Your mouth, please…”

You can’t resist anymore, he looks so beautiful begging for you like this.

You keep working your fingers, lowering your head slowly so he can’t feel and predict your movements. Your wet lips gently kiss his tip before taking him into your mouth again, and he yelps.

He thrusts up at the same time you push down, and his cock hits the back of your throat with force. You consider taking a quick break after the impact, but the cry that escapes his lips is so delicious you can’t help but continue.

One hand working the base, another toying with his balls, and your mouth taking him in as far as you can over and over has his thigh muscles tensing within seconds.

“Baby, I’m…”

Almost immediately, he’s shooting his load down your throat, and you swallow every drop. It drives him wild when you suck him dry, and you have every intention of doing that multiple times this evening.

A few disjointed thrusts later and he’s finished, mouth hanging open and limbs hanging limp while he rides out the rest of his high. You let him slip out of your mouth, and push yourself up to sit on your heels. He deserves a few seconds of peace before you rev him up for round 2.

You lift your shirt over your head, unhook your bra and toss them in a corner. Your skirt and underwear are next, sliding down your legs and taking flight before landing softly in the same vicinity. You want to give him more time, but your pussy is throbbing and you need his lips on you.

You crawl into his lap, sitting back on his thighs. Your fingers trace the outline of his abs through his shirt and your lips press against the soft, glistening skin on his neck.

“Hey, baby,” you hum. “Can you do something for me?”

“Yeah, yes,” Chan replies. “Anything.”

“Open your mouth, daddy.”

The good boy follows your instruction, parting his thick lips and readying his tongue. Your weight shifts to your knees, pushing upward to angle a breast into his mouth.

He closes his lips around your nipple immediately, sucking and licking the hard nub. He swirls his tongue around you and hums. The vibration makes you tingle, and you lower yourself down onto his thigh to get some friction.

“God, you’re wet,” he mumbles around your tit.

And he’s right. You’re practically dripping onto his thigh at this point.

“Wanna taste me?” you purr.

He groans around your skin, and his dick twitches against your leg. You’re guessing that’s a yes, then.

Your fingers travel down to your pussy, collecting as much of your juices as you can.

“Open,” you command.

He releases his hold on your nipple and drops his jaw again. Your fingers enter his mouth, slipping past his lips and teeth to press the liquid onto his tongue. Chan licks and sucks each finger one by one, not letting a single bit go to waste.

Your hips move back and forth against his thigh now, so incredibly turned on by your boyfriend that you can’t go much longer without him inside you. You grip his half-hard cock in an attempt to coax it back to full mast with some well-timed strokes.

“God, I want to fuck you,” he growls.

“With this tiny thing?” you tease. “I need you big and thick and hard for me first.”

You mean to kiss him quickly, but he feels your breath coming nearer and his lips crash into yours. It’s a sloppy battle of tongues and lips and teeth that neither of you seems to win. But his dick keeps twitching into your hand, so you’re down to keep fighting.

You pull away just long enough to catch your breath and speak.

“Come on, baby, I need you,” you whine. “I need your big cock inside me. Please.”

Lips meet lips before he can reply. Your mouths taste like green tea and pure sex, and all he can do is thrust into your hand and pull at the headboard for the thousandth time at this point.

“This pussy is all yours, daddy. Stretch me, fuck me, take me.”

“Jesus christ…” Chan groans, and you feel his tip once again dampening with pre-cum. Finally.

You reposition your hips directly over his and angle him toward your slit. You rub his head up and down until it catches and he enters you ever so slightly. You could easily take him all the way in right now, but you lower down inch by inch to let his sensitive cock adjust to the sensation.

Folds touch the prickly skin at the base of his dick, and you can’t hold back anymore. You reach behind you to grip his thighs and fuck yourself on his cock.

Throaty moans from both of you fill the room as your body raises and lowers and rolls and circles above him, doing whatever feels right at the moment. And, god, does it feel great.

“Babe…” Chan whines.

You’re breathing so heavily that the best you can manage in response is a grunt.

“I-i need to touch you,” he breathes, pulling at the headboard again.

“No, Channie… let’s just…” you say between deep breaths.

“Baby, please, I’m begging. Just let me touch you. I can’t see you. I need to touch you.”

He makes a good point. But you’re so close.

“I’m gonna… finish… first,” you pant and reattach your mouths.

He captures your lower lip between his teeth, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. You come on his cock with a vibrating intensity, walls closing in around him. You can only pray he doesn’t finish, too.

You lean against his chest once you’re done, trying to catch your breath.

“Please, baby. My hands,” Chan pleads.

Oh yeah, hands. You grab the key off the nightstand and aim for the hole at the base of the handcuffs. The lock clicks above his head, and you free his hands at the same time you speak.

“Fuck. Me. Dumb.”

“Gladly.”

His strong hands grasp your hips, lifting you up and flipping you over with ease. He positions you on all fours and locates your pussy with his fingers before he pounds his cock into you, splitting your walls around his length.

One hand roughly grabs a tit and the other reaches under your arm to grab your throat, tilting your head back. He squeezes just enough to make your head spin as he relentlessly stuffs your cunt.

His T-shirt dulls the wet sound of skin slapping skin, but it’s still loud enough that you’re sure the neighbors can hear.

“Fuck this!” he yells, and his hands leave to remove the tie from his eyes and rip his shirt off. “Daddy needs to watch you fall apart this time.”

His grip on your neck returns — tighter this time — and he pulls himself down to rest his chest on your back and plant wet, sloppy kisses along across your shoulder blade.

“Come for me. Come on daddy’s cock.”

The hand not on your neck goes to your engorged clit, and the slightest brush of his finger has you quivering in his arms. He pushes into it, making small circles with his fingertip.

“Fucking christ, Channie,” you moan.

“Yeah, baby? Tell me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel. Tell me how it feels when daddy fucks your tight cunt.”

“It’s… so good. So fucking good. Please don’t stop. Don’t… ah-”

His pace quickens and he squeezes your throat harder still, mercilessly rubbing your over-sensitive clit and putting those thick, wet lips up to your ear.

“Come for me. Now.”

Your second orgasm hits so much harder than the first, and you feel your body about to collapse on the bed the second you start screaming in ecstasy. But his big hands hold you by your stomach and chest, keeping you steady while you cry out and shake.

He pulls your torso up so you’re both upright, and pulls you into his chest. His strong arms hold you close, and he hums and kisses your neck while you come back down.

“That’s my girl,” he coos. “You did such a good job.”

One more kiss before he slides out of you and repositions your bodies so you rest on his chest. Your head is just under his, and he’s removing sweat-soaked strands of hair from your glistening face.

“My beautiful baby, you were amazing. You’re so amazing,” Chan says between quick kisses on the top of your head.

“Mmm, you too,” you mumble, more than half asleep. “But… you didn’t...”

“Naur, it’s ok. That was for you, sweetheart.”

He drapes his arms over you, keeping you safe and warm in his loving embrace, with no plans to let go any time soon.

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yumizcorner · 1 year

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CEO‘S FAV~

BangChan x reader

A/n: this is for all the people that wanted Chan smut in the poll I posted a few days ago! Have fun :)

„…wich leads to the perfect promotion.“ that was what y/n heard when she came back to reality. She zoned out a long time ago even tho she was at work,at a business meeting. She worked at a famous company wich made spots to promote products and other things. Her position wasn’t to high but she was definitely feared in the company. Y/n always only briefly noticed but behind her back everybody called her "CEO‘s fav". How so? Well the CEO of the company,BangChan, often treats her better than other employees that are literally the same position as her. She always used to think that he was just being nice and,to be honest,she didn’t mind it. At the end of the day it was good for her. She rarely got the hard work,more the work that was leading to interaction with Chan wich was the explanation for her second nickname people called her; "Bangs banging assistant". It was obvious that "banging" was meant in a sexual way since one employee once pointed out that Chan looked at her ass…not only once so that person thought they fucked. Of course people believed it,it would explain everything. But that wasn’t true. They never ever touched each other in any way except a handshake,yet y/n can’t deny that she’s attracted to her boss.

„thanks for your attention. You can go back to your working place now.“ the second CEO said wich made all of the people,that had a seat at the long table,stand up and leave the room. Y/n was ,what an coincidence,the last one to leave the room but she never left it since BangChan stoped her. „Mrs. L/N could you please stay“ she squeezed her eyes tight and turned around,being a little scared. „Sure mr. Bang“ she answered with a smile. „take a seat please.“ the girl did as he told her,being afraid that he might noticed that she zoned out and that she would get scolded for it now. „What’s the matter?“ she asked. „Well…“ he got up from his chair and walked around the table,leaning against it while looking down at the sitting girl. „I think you heard of the rumours that are trending in the company right now“ y/n looked at him a little confused. „The one’s about your fucking other employees with higher positions. That you’re only where you’re at right now because you fucked several people in the company.“ you gasped a little when he said that. Y/n never really heard that people said that. Maybe she briefly noticed it but she never realized that it was a big thing at her working place.

„uhm- I Never knew this was a big thing,sir.“ she said truly. „The rumours or that you fucked them?“ he asked and cocked an eyebrow at her with an amused smile. Y/n looked at him with wide eyes. „n-no I didn‘t do anything with anyone here.“ Chris just nodded at her answer and looked at the floor. „Will I get fired now?“ she asked after a short moment of silence. Chan looked at her and giggled softly. „How could I fire one of my favourite employees.“ he said wich made y/n sigh in relief. „Thank you, Mr. Bang.“ she smiled. The girl already wanted to get up and walk outside but Chan stopped her once again. „We‘re not done yet“ with that,y/n got afraid again. She knew that she did her job well but she was still afraid that someone better would take her place.

Y/n turned around again and looked at Chan. „hm?“ she looked at him confused. „There are also rumours that you think I’m really attractive..“ her cheeks turned slightly red at his words. Maybe also because she was mad at her best friend in the company who was the only person that knew how she talked about Chan when he was not around and perhaps talked about her with other people. Her mind went blank after a short time because her boss was way closer now than before. He stood in front of her,both of their chests almost touching. His finger found the way to her chin,right before lifting her head with it. „Are these rumours also false?“ he asked while looking into her eyes. Y/n got obviously nervous as she tried to reduce the eye contact with Chan. „Well…I can’t deny that I might said that once….or twice.“ Chris removed his finger from her face and chuckled a little. „So you think I’m attractive?“ y/n just nodded. She highly believed that she would just walk outside of his office and go back to work even tho she wouldn’t be able to focus,for the rest of the day,at all but that was surely not what Chan planned.

„would you let me fuck you?“ he asked as he was suddenly behind her,chest firmly pressing against her back. Her eyes widened at his question as she started to brabble. „You’re my boss,sir. That is not allowed and it could make you lose your job and you‘d get a bad reputation and-“ she got cut of by the guy behind her. „I didn’t ask for the consequences if we get caught,I asked if you would.“ he spoke softly,his breath tickling her ear. „I-I-“ y/n couldn’t speak anymore. She was to shy to admit that she just wanted to rip his clothes off of him and let him destroy her right away. To her surprise,she didn’t need to admit. Chris started to spread kisses all over her neck. She closed her eyes as a soft sigh left her lips. „If you want me to stop you can just say it and I’ll back up and pretend nothing ever happened but once I started I might not be able to stop myself so please answer me. Do you want me to fuck you y/n?“ he never used her first name. It made her think that he was really serious wich was good because so was she. „Yes“ she breathed out. „right answer baby“ a shiver went down her spine as he called her that pet name and she suddenly noticed how wet she was already. She ignored it the whole time,being overwhelmed by Chan’s presence itself.

Y/n snapped back to reality when she felt how her Boss lifted her up and set her down on his desk. He stood between her legs and connected their lips without any hesitation. The girl kissed him back while enjoying the feeling of his soft and warm lips. „Please~ I need you,sir“ she mumbled against his lips. Chan groaned and cursed a little under his breath. „God I’ve waited for this moment for so long“ he said as he moved her panties to the side. He knew that when he saw she wore a skirt today,it would be way easier to make things work. He was after all a busy man and the next meeting was waiting for him right away.

As much as he enjoyed fucking her,he had no time to waste. She was definitely more for him than just a help to relief stress in his breaks and he would definitely make it up to her but right now he just had to make it quick.

Chan started to prepare the woman by inserting two fingers into her. He threw his head back and hissed as he felt how tight and warm she was. „Please I’m ready and I can take it just please fuck me already.“ she said as she looked into his eyes. „you held back the whole entire time,yet you’re still here begging for me.“ he chuckled as he stroked himself a few times before entering her. Y/n gasped a little. She could tell from his whole everything that he was big but she didn’t expect him to be this big. He was long and also thick. He wouldn’t fill her. He would stretch her and she was all in for it. „Shit You’re so big,sir“ Chan twitched inside of her wich made her notice that he liked it when she called him "sir". She remembered that he often used to stare at her with that smirk on his face when she said it and it made her realize how blind she was the whole entire time.

She moaned out as she felt how Chan started to move. The whole desk moved in the waves of the man‘s thrusting,the sounds it made going a long with the moans of y/n. „You‘re so tight,pretty girl.“ he said as he sped up his pace. Chan‘s Hand found it’s way down to y/n‘s mouth as the girl started to moan louder with every thrust he did. „Do you want us to get caught?“ She shook her head,eyes being teary from all the pleasure. „Wouldn’t you like that hmm? Put on a show for whoever walks in? Welcome our new clients with your tight pussy being ripped“ she clenched around him hardly wich made Chan scoff. He never imagined it to feel that good. He took his blazer and stuffed it into the girls mouth. He placed his hands on her waist and started to fuck her harder. „Do you want it inside? Want me to fill you up?“ Y/n nodded repeatedly and cried out as much as she could wich send him over the edge. Seeing one of his employees laying under him and crying,being completely destroyed by him made him cum. A warm feeling started to spread inside of y/n wich caused her to roll her eyes to the back of her head.

Chan slowly removed his blazer out of her mouth and gave her a tiny kiss on the cheek. He helped her to fix her clothing and then send his assistant to help her get out of the building. He told her to stay home for the next few days and recover from their little session and so she did.

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sinkingnotsoslowly · 10 months

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One Last Dance

Pairing: Bangchan x (f) Reader

Warning: angst, suggestive

Royalty au

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The clock will hit twelve and it will be back to yesterday, no more magic veiling the reality. No more what-ifs. No more holding his hand and gliding across the floor like the danseur and danseuse performing a well-rehearsed pas de deux. But still, minutes before the clock strikes, he stops her from leaving. Pulling her hand and bringing her back to his arms, his hand on her back pushing her towards his chest till there is not even air between them. “Once more, please I beg of you”, he says, eyes filled with desperation, “One last dance”. She feels it, he is burning with passion. And she feels the same fire engulfing her as he brings her even closer. She lets him take control as she never could control the fire herself. But at this moment, it seems like he is wavering too. He is losing himself too.

It was bound to happen. One cannot suppress the fire of passion by common means. Even the times relented to this moment. The times, that have been so cruel to them both. The times, that will continue its play as if this moment never happened. And when the clock strikes, their backs will be facing each other with their people’s worries burdening them. They will go back to as it was, to the never-ending war between their nations. They will pretend to have forgotten their one moment of victory against the times because if they don’t, they will seek more and be selfish. They will want to be victorious forever. But they cannot win against the times.

But still, they dance. Because they will not waste their moment of victory by thinking of what comes after. He sees his desperate image in her eyes and her the same. They are grasping at what is left of the night, every gasp, every sigh, not daring to miss any of it. “Chris”, she whimpers at the last second and he closes the distance between their lips. He knows the moment he will move away and open his eyes he will see his image in hers but it will not be the same one. It will be the helpless, broken lord with his hands tied. The Lord who has a thousand things to think of but none about himself. So he kisses her till he can’t breathe, sealing their moment of passion in his mind. And feeling her warmth before she goes back to being someone she is not. Someone whom the times rule while keeping her blinded, only listening to what the people have to say. She can never look in the mirror nor will she be able to see the speck of passion left in his eyes that reflects her. They are from the same world yet so far away. And the times are not yet done cursing them.

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magoapple · 9 months

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ღ𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋ღ

🌻 Fluff ✨Suggestive 😈18+ 🌧Angst

OT8

BangChan

Surprise 🌻✨

Changbin

Work-out Buddies 🌻✨

Seungmin

Opposites? 🌻🌧

Jooyeon (Xdinary Heros)

Strawberry cake 🌻

Sweet Venom Series

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hyunjinhoee · 1 year

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plis send some suggestions cause i really want to write something but literally have no idea or inspo :(

also happy new year to everyone hope this year brings you lots and lots of happiness <3

#suggestion #hwanghyunjin #felix #bangchan #hyunjinoneshot #skzoneshots #plissendsuggestions #happy new year #seungmin #i.n stray kids

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 months

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Pairing : Dad!Bangchan x F!Reader TW : Chans daughter is not readers child ; Chans ex wife and daughter are shit starters ; drama of course ; angsty ; honestly, poor Chan ; fluffy ending though ; slightly suggestive at the end as well ; Word Count : 6.5k Request : Anonny : Please write an angsty / fluffy fic about Dad!chan who, after years of not dating, finally decides to get back into dating & when he finally finds someone he doesn't tell reader he has a teenage daughter because he doesn't know how reader would feel about it but when reader finds out they're really upset and avoid him and his daughter reaches out to reader and convinces reader to talk to Chan and make up because she hates seeing her dad upset. A/N : This request is so cute and I'm so happy I get to write it. Of course, it will be super drama because I love when it happens, and with Chans recent bbl messages we know this man loves this kind of shit, so... This is for Chan and Chan stans and we love Chan!

“I got a call from your teacher today, Ella.” Chan said as his daughter walked through the front door. “They said your grades haven’t been the best lately, that you haven’t been focusing in class. Is something wrong? Do you have something going on?” He didn’t want to be the kind of father that always got on his child when their grades were below average, but he also didn’t want his daughter to flunk out. He wanted to see her be successful and happy in life, that’s all he ever wanted.

“I’ve just been going through some stuff, dad.” Ella mumbled as she kicked her shoes into the corner near the front door and dropped her bags onto the floor. “Mom said she’s been trying to get in touch with you lately. I guess she saw that you’ve been posting about going out on your facebook.” She pulled out the chair across the table from Chan. “Why don’t I get to meet your new girlfriend?”

Chan rolled his eyes, finally looking up from his phone to look at his daughter. “You’re changing the subject. What I do in my spare time isn’t important. Your grades are. So tell me, what kind of stuff have you been going through that’s been keeping you from being able to focus. Maybe I can help.”

She huffed loudly, the attitude that he was warned would come along with a teenage daughter was in full force now. “It’s not even important anyway… Don’t you have a date to go on tonight? That’s all you ever talk about anymore. It’s like you don’t even care that mom left…” It was finally making sense to him, but it hurt that she felt that way. He had been kind enough to keep his ex wife’s dirty secrets just that, a secret, so that Ellas view of her mother wouldn’t be warped. He was trying to do the right thing, but it was becoming harder and harder.

“I do care that your mother left… I was hurt by it for a long time, El. It’s been 8 years, and I think that it’s time that I’ve finally moved on because she isn’t coming back. Your mother has gotten remarried, divorced, and married again in those 8 years and I haven’t been with anyone until just a few months ago. I don’t think you’re being very fair right now.” He tried to explain, but he could tell, he could just see it in her face that she wasn’t ready to hear about it. “And, just so you know, I don’t have a date to go on tonight. I was planning on being here to help you with your homework and studying so that I don’t get another call like I had today.”

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“Had a late night in the studio, huh?” You said as you walked up behind Chan, your arms draping over his shoulders as he sat in front of his computer in his office. You could tell he was tired, he could barely sit up straight and his eyes wouldn’t stay open for longer than a few seconds. “It’s okay to take a break, bubs. It’s 3racha, not ChrisRacha.”

He snickered at the little name, finally swiveling his chair around to face you and pulling you down onto his lap. “You sound like everyone else. I don’t like taking breaks, it gives me too much time to think about the time that I’m wasting.” He explained, his voice was groggy and not even laced, but completely filled with exhaustion. “I’ll be fine once I go over your place tonight, we can cuddle up and watch a movie.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your skin sending a wave of goosebumps all over.

“They’re repainting all of the apartments, I can’t even go into my own house right now. I’ve been staying with my parents.” You reminded him, although you were sure you had texted him about it and told him about it in the days leading up to the renovation. “We can go over to your place. We’ve been dating for 4 months now and you haven’t even invited me over.”

There was a reason for that, a reason that you didn’t know of, but he felt it was just better if you didn’t find out. The last thing he wanted was for you to run off because he had a daughter, not just any daughter though, a teenage daughter who was still hung up on the divorce of her parents. She wasn’t the easiest to get along with, and although Chan had tried to butter her up to the prospect of one day meeting you, she didn’t take too kindly to the fact that he was dating again. “My place is a mess…” He lied, trying to muffle his words in the fabric of your shirt so you wouldn’t pick up on it. “We can go to a hotel if you’d like.”

“That seems sleezy…” You mumbled, and he felt awful, he truly did. It felt like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He absolutely loves his daughter with every ounce of his heart, his entire being, he loved being her father. He loved you too though, you had been the light at the end of a very long, very dark tunnel. He didn’t want to have to choose between the two of you, it just didn’t seem fair. “I guess we’ll just wait for my apartment to be ready…” He could feel you trying to pull away, he could tell that you were upset, he didn’t want you to leave like that, so he tightened his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“You’re not sleezy! I’m sorry I even recommended that, you’re better than that.” He quickly tried to get himself out of the hole that he had dug, it felt like he was clawing his way to the top, and everytime he got halfway out, he’d slip and he’d fall right back to the bottom. “I’ll clean my place, I just want it to be perfect for when you come over. Okay? You deserve the best.”

The tension slowly left your body, he felt you soften up against him, and for a moment, it felt like he could breathe again. “Okay… Fine. I’ll wait… I just really miss sleeping next to you.” You whispered, and those words made his stomach feel warm and fuzzy. He missed sleeping next to you too. “I have to get back to work though… I’ll see you later. Try taking a break though, take a nap or something, that’s what the couch is for.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek before getting up, his arms reluctantly loosening around you until you were free to go. “Seriously, get some sleep.”

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“Where are you going?” Ella asked from the couch, watching Chan storm to the front door and yank his coat off the hook. “Did you and your girlfriend get into a little fight? Do you have to go kiss and make up now?” The mocking tone in her voice would usually only slightly irritate him, but he was already beyond irritated at the reason he had to leave in the first place.

“No, it’s your damn mother.” He snapped, pulling his shoes on before grabbing his keys. “I don’t know how long she’ll hold me up, there’s food in the freezer, or you can grab my wallet out of my bag and order yourself something. Try to do some studying while I’m gone, please?” And without another word he was out the front door, slamming it behind him.

What Chan didn’t know was that he had left his wallet at work on his studio desk, and you had gone into his studio before leaving to see if he was there but only found his wallet. He must have left the building without saying anything to you, and you wondered if maybe he was sick or something had happened back at his place. You were doing the right thing, at least that’s what you felt you were doing. You were just going to take his wallet home to him and check up on him. You didn’t mind that his house might be a little dirty, you completely understood that he was busy, you didn’t expect his house to be immaculate.

You weren’t sure why you were so nervous to stand in front of his front door, but a chill ran through your body and you had to take a few breaths before even lifting your hand to knock. Once you did, you took a step back, listening to the locks being undone before the door opened. It wasn’t who you expected to see, it wasn’t Chan, it was a girl, she looked younger, at least 15 or 16. “Oh, I’m sorry. I must have read the address wrong.” You quickly apologized, bowing your head to the girl before turning away.

“Who are you looking for?” The girl asked, and what you weren’t aware of was that she had seen Chans wallet in your hand, she knew that you had come to the right address, she was just playing a game that you didn’t know about. You quickly said his name, and she let out a soft hum. “He’s out right now. It’s date night for him and my mom.” You felt your stomach sink, deeper and deeper until it couldn’t go any further. “Is that his wallet? Thank you so much for bringing it, I’m sure he’ll be happy to know that you brought it back. Hopefully he’ll answer his phone so he can pick it up and pay the bill, you know?”

You nodded slowly, the bile from your stomach rising into your throat. “Y-Yeah… Of course… H-Here you go.” You stammered, your hand shaking as you handed the wallet over to the girl. You knew she wasn’t lying, she looked so much like Chan it was uncanny. Why hadn’t he told you? What was he even doing with you? He had a wife, or at least a girlfriend or fiancee… He had a child… But he was going around with you? It was beginning to add up though… Why he always wanted to go over your house. Why he’d rather go to a hotel than to bring you to his own place. You felt absolutely sick.

“Have a good night!” The girl chimed cheerfully as you made your way back to your car, the light from inside the house that had illuminated the front yard faded until you were covered in darkness. You were devastated, you were heartbroken… You had never felt more humiliated in your life and all you wanted to do was go crawl underneath a rock and hide there.

///

The meeting with his ex wife the night before had stressed Chan out beyond belief. He couldn’t believe that after 8 years she wanted to fight for custody of Ella now. Her reasoning behind it would have been laughable if they hadn’t been so damn ridiculous. By the time he had gotten home though, Ella was already in bed and he was so tired from dealing with his ex that he had gone right to bed as well. By morning, Ella had already left for school, so he’d have to wait until he got off work and she got home from school to even talk to her about what her mother had said.

Now, he was only looking forward to seeing you. You were the only person at this point who could calm him down and bring him some semblance of peace, at least for the short amount of time that he got to be with you. “Hey, lovely.” He called to you when he caught you walking down the hall. Usually you’d smile and wave, you’d even run over to him sometimes if the hall was empty. This time you just shook your head before lowering it and walking right by him.

It was a shock to say the least, and his mind immediately jumped to the worst, although he couldn’t be 100% sure of what had happened that would cause you to be acting like this. Was it because of the hotel comment the day before? Was it because he wouldn’t let you come over to his house? It couldn’t be that though, he had talked to you about it. It had to be something more, but he couldn’t figure it out. You looked absolutely pissed, like you didn’t want anything to do with him.

“Y/N!” He called out your name now, jogging down the hall to catch up with you, but you didn’t even look up at him, and you sure as hell didn’t slow down. In fact, it seemed like you sped up, like you were trying to get away from him. “Hey… What… What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?” He lowered his voice but quickened his steps to keep up with you, trying to duck down just enough to get a view of your face, but every time he got close enough you’d look away.

“I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you. Whatever it was that you made me think we had, it’s over. I’d like it if you left me alone now.” You stated flatly, your arms tightening around the multitude of folders that you clutched to your chest. “I’m changing groups, I won’t be one of your staff anymore as well, so please, don’t bother me anymore.”

Something had happened, and it wasn’t something that could easily be fixed like Chan thought. It was worse, way worse. You had basically fired yourself from being his group's staff because of whatever happened. “Hold on!” His fingers wrapped around your upper arm, stopping you from going any further. “So you’re just… Breaking up with me? You’re not even going to tell me why!?” His voice cracked as it rose in pitch, his chest rising and falling heavily as the panic fully set in. “I fucking love you, Y/N… You can’t just do this to me and not tell me why.”

When you finally looked up, he could see your eyes were glistening, your bottom lashes bedazzled with twinkling tears that clung onto them. You were just as upset as he was. “Stop pretending, Christopher!” You croaked out, sniffling loudly once the words left your chapped lips. “I refuse to be the rebound chick that you think you can run to when your marriage is on the rocks. I won’t be strung along by you, not anymore.” You took a few deep, shaky breaths to compose yourself before you pulled your arm free of Chans hold. “Now, if you don’t mind… I have another group to meet. I have work to do. I do believe that you have some work to do as well.” You bowed your head to him before turning and walking away, leaving him more confused than he was before.

His marriage… It had fallen apart years ago when he had come home to find his wife in bed with another man while his daughter was fast asleep in the room across the hall. It had been disgusting, heartbreaking, it would have been his downfall if not for his daughter and the moral, mental, and emotional support of the guys. He wasn’t sure why it was being brought up, he didn’t even know how you had found out, but that same feeling of devastation that he had felt 8 years ago was flooding him once again.

The guys… They were the only ones who would be able to talk to you, they were the only ones who knew about the secret past that Chan was trying so hard to hide from you. Would they do something like that though? Would they hurt him like that? “Yo! What’s up?” Changbin said as he came up behind Chan, his arm draping over his shoulder. “You’re… crying? What happened?” The cheerful tone was immediately dropped, and even though Changbin was younger, he was in full protection mode.

“Y/N… She… She broke up with me…. She knows about Sana…” He gasped out the words, each of them getting caught in his throat, it felt like he was choking. “Somebody told her… Someone… They had to have told her! Who!?” He was shouting now, his sadness turning to anger in a matter of seconds. The look of confusion of Changbins face was enough for Chan to know that he had no idea what Chan was talking about, and that in itself proved his innocence. That left 6 more guys to question.

“Y-You know that none of us would do that to you… Why would we do that? You were happy!” Changbin quickly defended the others as well, seeing in Chans eyes that he was on the warpath and he wasn’t going to stop until he found out who had told you. “I… I do know she went to the studio last night after you left… She… She said something about your wallet but… Maybe she went to your house to drop it off and… and…-”

“Ella…” Chan muttered out the name, a loud groan leaving him as his head fell back. “I have to go… Will you be okay? Can you run practice for me?” Now he was in a hurry, a hurry to get home, to talk to you… He had so many things he had to do, he didn’t even know where to begin. Changbin nodded his head, patting Chans shoulder before taking a step back. Truthfully, Chan didn’t know what the hell he was going to do… But he knew he had to do something. He wasn’t going to lose you… He couldn’t.

///

“Sit. Now.” Chan said, not even giving his daughter time to fully come through the door before the words left his mouth. He had been sitting at the table, thinking over and over about how he’d go about bringing it up to her, but now that she was finally home, all of his thoughts had gone out the window and all he could feel was irritation. She rolled her eyes, dropping off her bag and kicking her shoes off like she did every day, heading in the direction of her bedroom. “Did you not hear me? I want to talk to you.”

“About what?” She snapped, whipping around to face him. “About the lady that showed up on our front porch last night?” Chans eyes widened, he didn’t even have to drag it out of her, she wasn’t a liar… and for that, he was proud, he had at least taught her one good thing. “Did she dump you? Well good… You don’t deserve to be happy. Not after what you did to mom…” After… what he did…? He was stunned into silence, his head cocked to the side as he tried to think about what he could have possibly done to make him the bad guy in all of this. “She told me all about it, don’t try to act like you’re so innocent.”

Those weren’t Ellas words, those were her mothers words and she was speaking them for her. “I tried so hard to protect your mother for some reason… So that you wouldn’t think badly of her… And this is what she does.” He mumbled, running his hand through his hair and sighing heavily. “Can you please sit? I really need to talk to you…” He stretched his legs under the table, pushing out the chair across from him and motioning to it with his head. He could see the reluctance, but she finally made her way over, dropping down into the chair, but not without an eye roll and a look of disgust. “I didn’t want to tell you the truth… I didn’t want you to see your mother as anything less than what she is… But I wasn’t the one who did anything. Your mother is the reason we’re divorced…”

“You’re a liar… She said that you’d lie…” Ella mumbled, her arms crossing over her chest as she glared at her father. “Just like you lied to that lady. She didn’t even know I existed! You kept me a secret from her… Why? Are you embarrassed of me? Are you ashamed of me?” The sulky teenage attitude subsided, and he could see that she wasn’t just angry, she was upset. He never meant for it to be like this, he didn’t even think that something like this would happen. It’s not like he planned on keeping his daughter hidden forever… He just didn’t want to spring it all on you at the beginning of the relationship.

“No! God, no… El… You are an amazing daughter, you’re smart and you’re funny… You’re the most wonderful thing I’ve ever created. I’m so proud of you…” He whispered, and he could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes. He should have told her these things a long time ago, maybe she wouldn’t be acting out, but it was too late, and now all he could do was try to fix things piece by piece. “I didn’t want to bring someone into your life unless I knew that it was serious… It’s one thing for me to be hurt… But I didn’t want you to potentially get close to her just for her to leave and hurt you too.” He swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath to prepare himself before continuing. “I divorced your mother… Because she cheated on me, Ella. Do you really think I would have gotten custody of you if it were the other way around? The man she married… That’s… That’s the guy… And they’re already divorced… And she’s already married again. She’s been married twice since the divorce, and I… I haven’t been with anyone until a couple months ago. Do you think that would be the case if I was the one who had screwed up?” He could see the gears turning in her mind as she thought about everything that he was saying, and he could see that it was all adding up. “Your mother wanted to meet up with me yesterday because she’s trying to get custody of you…”

Ellas eyes widened and her head shook fast. “No… I don’t… I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to live with her, dad.” The words were rushed out, full fledged panic written across her features. “Don’t let her take me… I want to stay with you… I’m sorry… I’m sorry I told the lady that you were having date night with mom. I’m sorry that I ruined it… I’m sorry… Please don’t let her take me.” She was crying now, absolutely bawling, and it broke his heart to see his daughter so upset.

He jumped out of his chair, running around to her side of the table and pulling her up into his arms. Right now, she wasn’t just a teenager with a bit of an attitude problem… She was his little girl, and he was going to protect her and he was going to keep her safe. He was going to fix everything, no matter what it took. “She’s not going to get you, she won’t win. You’re staying here with me… I promise.”

///

“Have you gotten a hold of her?” Ella asked, dropping down onto the couch beside her father. It had been weeks since the last time he had spoken to you, but he had seen you in the halls at the building every single day. No matter how many times he tried to stop you and explain everything, you’d just keep walking like you didn’t know him at all. Ella could see that it was breaking him, and she knew that it was her fault. “I’m really sorry, dad…” She mumbled.

Your picture was still his lockscreen, and every time a notification would pop up on his phone he would jump up, a single second of excitement and wishful thinking, only to be let down once he realized it was someone, anyone but you. “It’s okay… I’m gonna try to get some work done. Let me know when you get hungry, I’ll make us some dinner, yeah?” And she nodded slowly, waiting for Chan to get up and go into his little office before running to the front door and pulling on her shoes. If he wasn’t able to fix it, maybe she could.

The walk to the building wasn’t too far, and she knew that, for the most part, whenever her father went into his office it was so he could cry in private. That usually lasted a couple hours, and she was sure that she wouldn’t need too much time.

Everyone in the building knew her, they had heard so much about Chans daughter that she was looked at as an idol herself. They all welcomed her warmly, but she was on a mission. “Hi! Would you happen to know where an Y/L/N Y/N is? My dad sent me to make sure she got something.” She came up with it quickly, and no one seemed to question it either. They gave her the information just as fast and sent her on her way… It was far too easy… She’d have to talk to her dad about that.

The ride up the elevator gave her enough time to think about what she would say, or at least a little bit of what she’d say. Truth be told, she was nervous. She wanted things to go well for her fathers sake, but she knew that the trouble she had caused and what she did could have irreversible damage.

When the doors slid open, it was like fate had brought her here at this exact moment, because you were standing right outside the doors. “Oh… Uhm… I-I remember you…” You murmured, bowing your head to her before taking a step back. “I think you’re on the wrong floor though… Your father is a couple floors down.”

Ella shook her head, stepping out of the elevator, trying to look like she wasn’t a nervous wreck standing in front of you. “I’m here to talk to you.” She said, her head held high just to exemplify the false feeling of confidence that she was trying to give off. “Are you busy?”

“I’m very sorry if me being with your father created any problems. I’m not with him anymore though… And, with all due respect… I’m just trying to move on.”

“That’s the problem though!” Ella blurted out as you moved past her and stepped into the elevator, turning around quickly on her heel to face you, her hand pressed against the elevator door to keep it from closing. “Him and my mother aren’t together… They haven’t been together for 8 years. I… I was upset because… I didn’t understand what happened… I didn’t know why my parents weren’t together and… My mom lied and… And I’m sorry. My dad really loves you… And he wanted me to meet you… And he’s been crying every night because I ruined your relationship because I lied just like my mom and I’m… I’m really sorry, ma’am…”

She was once again crying, and you didn’t really know what to do, but it felt wrong to just stand there and watch her cry, so you hesitantly stepped out of the elevator and gave her the most awkward one armed hug. “It’s… It’s okay…” You murmured, and much to your surprise, she turned her body completely toward you and wrapped her arms around you. Whether there was a maternal bone in your body at all before this moment or not, you immediately felt the urge to comfort her, to make sure she was okay, to wipe her tears and tell her that everything would be fine. “Hey… Hey, let’s go to my office. We can get a drink and some tissues and then… I’ll take you home. Is that okay?”

Ella nodded slowly, her face scrunched up and her bottom lip pushed out. She really did look like her father. “Will you talk to him?” She asked weakly, and as much as you hated him… Now that you knew the truth… It felt like the right thing to do, so you hummed in agreement to her question, leading her down the hall to your little office and pushing the door open for her. “Y-You know… You’re still his main picture on his phone. He’s waiting for you to text him or call him or something… He misses you so much.”

You were sure that she didn’t mean to tell you so much, and you were very sure that Chan would be incredibly embarrassed if he found out that his daughter was telling you so much. “I’ll talk to him, I promise… Pinky promise.” You held out your hand, your pinky extended to her, and she quickly latched her finger around yours, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips.

“You are really pretty… He wasn’t lying… And you’re really nice too. I would be really mad at me if I were you…” She lowered her head, her entire body slouching forward as she sat in the chair across your desk. “Why aren’t you mad at me?” Her voice was below a whisper, her question genuine, and you didn’t really know how to answer it.

“Well…” You began, your fingers drumming against your lap as you leaned back in your chair. “I don’t blame you for what you did… You’re a child and… And your parents divorced. I’m sure that any child would be upset if they found out either of their parents was dating someone else, especially if the kid doesn’t understand why their parents divorced in the first place. You were protected from the truth… But it made you do something that you regret. It’s still not your fault though, it’s no one's fault.” You reached across your desk, your hand faced up for her, and she slowly placed her hand in yours, the smile from earlier returning to her face, but this time it was just a little bigger and it reached her eyes. “Let’s go see your dad, yeah?”

///

Chan had at some point cried himself to sleep while sitting in front of his computer, but the sound of a soft knock on the door had him jolting awake. “Dad?” Ellas voice came between the small crack in the door as she peeked inside, and he quickly wiped the sleep from his eyes as he got up from his chair, almost bringing his entire laptop with him since he forgot to take the headphones off. “I ordered dinner for us… It’s here.” She said between little giggles at the way he stumbled. It was nice to hear her laugh, he hadn’t heard it in a bit, not from anyone in the house. He wondered what had changed.

“You didn’t have to do that, I would have cooked for us…” He said somberly, but he knew that she was doing it as a favor for him. He was a wreck, it was visibly noticeable that he hadn’t had more than a few hours of sleep in the past two weeks, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. He was a shell of the man that he once was when he had you, but he knew he had to get better, he wasn’t sure how he would do that, but it wasn’t fair to Ella to constantly be like this, it would only make her feel more guilty. “I’ll be right out… Thank you.” He said when she hovered in the doorway, and he watched her walk away. There was a bounce in her step, she hadn’t been this peppy in a while. He was genuinely curious and now he was rushing out of the little studio room so that he’d be able to sit down and talk to her, maybe he could find out what was going on.

“I hope you don’t mind, I brought a friend over.” She said from the kitchen. He was adamant that he had never heard her bring up a friend, especially not one that would come over and visit. Was it a boy? She never mentioned liking anyone at school… Was she too scared to talk to him about those kinds of things? He made a mental note to sit down and talk to her about it one day this week. “Are you coming?” She called out and he hummed in agreement, trudging out of the little room with his head hung just a little.

This wasn’t the first impression that he wanted one of his daughter's friends to have of him as her father. He wanted to look more respectable for the sake of Ellas reputation. It seemed like he didn’t really have a choice though, she was rushing him to come out, and he didn’t want to keep her and whoever she had over waiting. “I apologize, I wasn’t really told that you’d be coming over.” Chan began as he walked down the hall, and he completely froze when he saw just who his daughter had brought over.

“I don’t think anyone really knew I was coming over.” You said lightly, the warmest smile spreading across your face as you looked at him. He couldn’t say anything, he couldn’t find words, all he could manage to do was open his mouth and croak out sounds as salty tears pricked his eyes. “Is it… okay… that I’m here?” You asked when the silence lasted longer than you thought it would, and he nodded his head fervently, wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“It’s… It’s more than okay… I just… I don’t know why… I don’t mind it though.” He rambled, looking between you and Ella who was currently setting the table for three people instead of the usual two. “You’re… staying for dinner?” He questioned, and you gave him that adorable, heart stopping smile that had stopped him in the halls of the building all of those months ago, the smile that had pushed him over the edge and made him fall for you in the beginning.

“Yes she is.” Ella spoke up, clapping her hands together to get both of your attention. “Do you want me to eat in my room… So the two of you can talk? I’m sure you have a lot to talk about… I can leave you alone if you’d like.” But you shook your head, walking over to the table and playfully ruffling her hair before opening the takeout bag and pulling out the contents.

“I’d like it a whole lot if you stayed and ate with us… But if you want to eat in your room… If your dad says it’s okay… Then you can.” You sounded so… sweet, the way a mother would talk to her own daughter, and the craziest part was that Ella smiled at you before taking a seat at the table, she actually listened to you… There was no attitude that came alone with it. “Are you just going to stand there and look at the food, or are you going to join us in eating it?” You asked, bringing Chan out of his own thoughts and back into the room.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m coming…” Chan whispered, walking into the dining room and taking his usual seat, but the aura at the table was a lot different now. It’s like the whole room had gotten 10 times brighter, and no matter which way he looked he was met with a warm smile. He had so many questions, but he knew that he had all the time in the world to ask them, and regardless of the answer… He knew that things would be better now, all of the pieces were falling back into place, and the picture was more beautiful than he had ever imagined it to be.

~6 Months Later~

“You’re gonna absolutely crush this test, I know you will.” You stood at the stove, preparing breakfast as Ella sat at the table, her face buried in her text book to get as much last minute studying in before she had to go to school. “No matter what, I want you to remember that your dad and I are so proud of you and how hard you work. Okay? We love you.” Ella hummed softly, not even looking up from her book, but you could see that she was smiling, and that was enough of a response for you to know that she had heard you, that she was listening. You carefully placed her plate down beside her, lightly tapping the table to get her attention. “Please eat. Okay?”

Chan ran out of the bedroom, his eyes barely even opened, his shirt wrinkled and twisted and his hair sticking up in all different directions. “Did she leave yet?!” He asked rather loudly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and blinking a few times before focusing in on his daughter who was looking up at him, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. I wanted to give you a hug before you left.” He pouted, and she quickly got up out of her chair, rushing over to Chan and wrapping her arms around him. “You’ll do great. I-”

“No more speeches! You guys are going to make me cry!” Ella dramatically whined, pulling away from Chan and running back to the table to pack her things into her bag and then shoveling as much food into her mouth as she could before going to the front door. “Love you! I’ll see you later!” She mumbled with her mouth full of food, and before the two of you could say it back she was out the door.

Once the door was shut, Chan walked over to you, his arms wrapping around your from behind as he rested his chin against your shoulder. “Hey…” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek that was dampened by tears that you hadn’t even realized had begun to fall. “What’s wrong, lovey?” He cooed, gently turning you around to face him, his head cocked to the side.

“I don’t know… I just… I’ve only been here for six months and… We’ve gotten so close and… She’ll be going off to college soon if that’s what she wants to do… But… I’m gonna miss her and the house is gonna be so empty and…” You pouted up at Chan who couldn’t help but find it adorable the way you were right now. It was the most heartwarming thing, to know that you loved his daughter so much already that you were crying at the thought of her leaving.

“Well… We have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours… We could watch a movie or something to take your mind off of being sad… Or… We could go have some fun… Surprise Ella with a brother or a sister when she comes home from college…” Your eyes widened at the suggestion, but your feet were already moving in the direction of the bedroom, that all too familiar tingly feeling building in your stomach. “We can watch a movie when we’re done… If you’re not too tired.”

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A bf!top!bang chan x bf!botMalereader. The reader finds out that bang chan had a sexy photoshoot (wearing a work attire but shirtless) that the reader just straight up wanting the ride bang chan. The reader imagined riding bang chan, bang chan the man he was, surprised the reader by wearing the same attire (the shirtless work attire) he was wearing during photoshoot. The reader let his imagination happen irl, riding bang chan.

Paring: Top!Chan x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

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More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry for the delay, I had some schoolwork to finish. Also, Chan looks SO FINE in the photo!

On a fateful day, M/n was scrolling through their Instagram feed, mindlessly passing the time when a familiar face caught their eye. It was Chris, M/n's boyfriend, on the cover of a famous magazine! Dressed in a crisp white shirt, tailored black slacks, and a navy blue tie, he looked every inch the charming and successful businessman he was. But there was something else about the photo that made M/n's heart race and their palms sweat: he was shirtless. The top button of his pants was undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. M/n couldn't help but feel a rush of desire surging through his veins as he stared at the image, imagining what it would be like to ride him.

M/n quickly snapped out of his reverie and decided to take matters into his own hands. He recorded a video message for Chris, pouring out his lust and adoration for him. "You look so sexy in that photo, Chris. I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice shaking with emotion. "I want you so badly, I want to ride you. Please, can we make this happen tonight?" With a shaky thumbs up, M/n sent the video off, praying that Chris would get the message and make his wildest fantasy come true.

As the hours ticked by, M/n waited anxiously for Chris to respond. He couldn't help but feel giddy with anticipation, imagining what it would be like to finally have his lover in his arms again. Finally, just as M/n was about to give up hope, his phone lit up with a notification. Chris had replied to his message. "Hey, gorgeous," he wrote, "I've been thinking about you too. How about I surprise you tonight? Just wait until you see what I have in store."

M/n's heart leapt into his throat as he read Chris's message. He couldn't believe his luck! His boyfriend was going to make his wildest fantasy come true. With bated breath, M/n spent the rest of the day planning their special evening together. He prepared a romantic dinner, lit candles, and put on Chris's favorite music. The moment Chris walked through the door, M/n's heart skipped a beat. He was wearing the same shirtless work attire he had worn in the photoshoot!

"You look incredible," M/n breathed, taking in Chris's chiseled physique. "I can't believe you're actually doing this for me." Chris grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I wanted to make sure I lived up to your expectations," he replied, walking over to M/n and pulling him into a passionate kiss. As they made their way to the bedroom, M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude washing over him. His boyfriend had taken the time to make this special night happen just for him.

In the bedroom, Chris lowered himself onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as M/n climbed onto his lap. The feel of Chris's hard, muscular thighs beneath him sent a thrill through M/n's body. He reached down and pushed Chris's pants to his knees, revealing his toned stomach fully. As M/n began to pull Chris's boxers, Chris reached down and guided his hand, helping him pull them down.

"You're so sexy, Chris," M/n whispered, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't believe I'm finally here with you like this." He leaned forward, kissing Chris passionately as he gripped his hips, guiding him into his hand. Chris let out a low moan into their kiss, his hips moving in sync with M/n's touch. As he stroked Chris, he could feel the heat radiating off of his skin, the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath his touch.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Chris asked breathlessly, his eyes searching M/n's face for any sign of hesitation. "I want you to feel every inch of me." M/n nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation. He leaned forward, kissing Chris again before slowly lowering himself down, guiding Chris's hard length inside him. There was a moment of resistance as their bodies adjusted, but then M/n felt himself sink deeper, a sense of rightness washing over him as Chris filled him completely.

He moaned, arching his back as he began to move up and down, meeting Chris's thrusts. The sounds of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room, mingling with the soft sounds of their labored breathing. M/n gripped Chris's shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his fingers as Chris powered into him. With each thrust, he could feel the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

The scent of their sweat filled the air, and the bedcovers were quickly becoming tangled beneath them. M/n leaned forward, biting his lip as he watched his own reflection in Chris's eyes. They were filled with desire and passion, a look that made him feel both incredibly wanted and completely loved. He could feel the tension building inside him, the familiar tightening in his stomach as he neared the brink of orgasm.

As he rode Chris, he reached down and wrapped his hand around them, stroking in time with their movements. The heat from their bodies mingled, and he could feel every inch of Chris's chest and stomach pressed against his skin. He moaned, arching his back as he found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Chris's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping M/n's hips tightly as he met each thrust.

The bed squeaked beneath them, the mattress beginning to give way beneath their combined weight. M/n glanced down, watching as his own body moved in tandem with Chris'. He felt a sense of power and control, knowing that he was the one driving this encounter, the one who could make Chris lose his mind with desire. His heart raced, the blood pounding in his ears drowning out all other sounds.

He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss as he continued to ride Chris. His hips moved in a steady, rhythmic motion, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. Chris's hands roamed over his back, his chest, cupping his ass and urging him on. The sensation of being so intimately connected to Chris was overwhelming, and M/n could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Their skin was slick with sweat, and the air in the room was thick with the scent of desire. M/n reached down between them, stroking them both in time with their movements, feeling the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him with each thrust. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

As he rode Chris, his body tensed, his muscles bunching beneath his skin. He threw his head back, letting out a long, shuddering moan as the orgasm swept over him in a wave of heat and pleasure. His hips bucked wildly, and he felt himself spilling over Chris's cock, his essence pooling around them. Chris let out a hoarse cry, his body tensing as he arched upward, his hips bucking helplessly against M/n's hand.

Their bodies were intertwined, sweat-slick and trembling. M/n collapsed forward, resting his weight on Chris's chest as they caught their breath. He could feel the softness of Chris's skin against his own, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The room was still, the air heavy with the scent of their lovemaking.

Chris shifted beneath him, rolling them over so that M/n was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at M/n with a mixture of tenderness and desire. "You're beautiful," he whispered, trailing his fingers along M/n's jaw.

M/n closed his eyes, the warmth of Chris's touch spreading through him. He felt the weight of Chris's body press against his own, the hardness of his cock rubbing against his thigh. "I love you," he murmured, lifting a hand to stroke Chris's cheek. They lay there for a moment, simply enjoying the closeness and the intimacy of their connection.

#bangchansdirty-slut #stray kids #stray kids smut #bang chris #bangchan smut #bang chan #bang chan x male reader #kpop smut #cumslvt #cumwhore #request #smut #skz imagines #skz suggestive #kpop x male reader #christopher bang #chan hard hours #chan x y/n

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iutdwae · 7 months

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— toned.

pairing. bangchan x (afab)reader

cw. thigh / ab riding, size kink and mutual pining if you squint, hints of sub!chan, chan is so desperate when it comes to your pleasure </3 poor baby comes in his pants >< friends to… something..? kinda pwop because i'm sleepy and i just really love the idea of grinding on chan's abs :<

word count. 1.5k

[ i had to come out of my 3 year tumblr writing hiatus because this has been on my mind for so long, and that picture that changbin had posted of his back did not help at all… ]

chan's rapid change of physique came to no one's surprise. given his role as an idol, you knew how much he valued being "presentable," to be the visually strong leader of a group of equally strong men. he'd started to spend more time at the gym, and in return, his build had more of an effect on you than you liked to admit: competent abs, the firm muscle lining his torso. the way his skin dips and curves, begging to be seen whenever he lifts his shirt up "innocently," but you swear it's an invitation every time.

suggestive complaints spilled from his plump lips about how sore his body is from his training earlier, the sweat still drying on him as the musk lingers. he's tempting and he knows he is, sleeves rolled up to accentuate his broad shoulders. his arms bulged as they cross over his body. "it's still hot," he excuses, but you know he wants you to take note of the way his veins texture his skin.

yet chan has the audacity to act flustered when you compliment the muscle he's worked so hard for. it's his routine, even in front of the camera: show off just to hide behind his fingers, that familiar red tint flushing his cheeks. but it's obvious he's putting on a front this time. he wants you to need him, too prideful to take you for himself. he's purposely stretching his body upwards, skillful in how he lets a sultry groan fall from his tongue while the hem of his black shirt rides up his waist to expose his defined v line, tantalizingly disappearing into the fabric of his sweatpants.

he has the audacity to act smug when you find yourself hopelessly rubbing against his clothed thigh, perched on top of him while your fingers ghost the lines of his abs. one of your hands grasps at his shoulders, nails digging into his delicate skin as one of his own rests gently on your hips, feeling the way you roll against him. his shirt had long been discarded, courtesy of your desperation as well as his discreet eagerness.

"you're so beautiful, princess," he coos lowly, brows furrowed and eyes hazy as he watches your expression. his cock is straining against his pants, just as sore as he claimed his body was, and you can physically feel how wet your pussy is each time you rock your hips forward. "y'like getting off knowing i'm all yours, don't you?"

you'd never had a preference for body type, but chan's build seemed to break you as you watched it develop; squirming at the mentions of his measurements, wide shoulders with a pretty waist, perfectly sectioned abs adorning his stomach. it was something about him in particular that had you craving him. he was nothing short of a gentleman, respectful and ideal. the type of man you knew your parents would approve of immediately. chris is careful with his words, knows exactly what to say and when to assure everyone he's acquainted with knows that he is no hassle.

perhaps, in some sinister, perverted fashion, it's his pleasantries that had you thinking of your best friend in ways that were animalistic in more ways than one. you caught onto every single one of his innuendos, all of the subtle gestures that you interpreted as bait, that made you wonder how tainted his mind was behind his polite and polished demeanor. watching him carry the weight of his members around on stage with nothing more than a soft breath, you couldn't help but let your mind wander, would he be able to manhandle you with that same ease?

soon enough, he'd slipped your pants off, though instead of settling back onto his thigh, you were straddling his torso, sore cunt draped right on top of his abs. chan let out a guttural whimper at the feeling of wet heat sliding across his stomach, clit catching along the dips of his muscle that sent static down your spine; both of you are sensitive, him in ways he couldn't really explain. "fucking love your pussy, baby," he gasped, dark eyes peering up longingly through long lashes. although there’s no pressure against his waist, he bucks up anyway, rutting his hips into thin air to counteract your own motions. large hands grasp your hips, thighs, ass, anything chan can reach from where he’s leaning back against the couch. “you’re so pretty getting off on me.” he’s desperate to feel more of you, latching onto any skin he can grope, his palms roaming aimlessly around your frame as they dip in and out from underneath your shirt.

meanwhile, you’re just as lost in the moment as the male is: hips stuttering as you grind down on his stomach, his hardened abs providing the perfect amount of pressure and rigidness that your cunt practically cried for. the soft pants that escaped your mouth matched chan’s rhythmically, whines coated with lust and neediness. you hadn’t been far from the truth, at least it didn’t feel like it when your best friend was just as turned on, grunting as he tried to nudge his clothed erection against you.

chan still upheld his chivalrous personality, even when his dick was painfully straining on his pants; he didn’t dare disrupt your chase towards your orgasm, moaning lowly as he watched your brows cinch, eyes clamped shut with your mouth gaped open. “gonna come all over me, huh?” he breathed out, sweat beading at his temple. the way your pussy slipped so easily along his abs made him dizzy, sopping wet and sticky against his skin. it was so much more than what he always imagined when he fucked himself into his hand, drunk on the way you used his body like this was what he’d worked so hard for—for you to come all over the muscle he trained for months to develop, leaving red streaks under your nails along his defined back and grasping onto him as roughly as he was groping you.

you could feel his abdomen tensing between your legs, laying more of your weight onto the male as your thrusts became more fervid and sloppy. your clit was caught right between the ridges of his abs, rocking back and forth as wanton cries fell from your lips to echo his own. with the way you were fucking yourself onto him, he would’ve assumed you were just making up for a lack of proper pleasure; though in reality, you’d just been thinking about how he’d fuck you since the very beginning of your friendship.

“channie, i’m so close,” you barely manage in the midst of your cries, the sound of your pussy lathering his skin in wetness loud enough for the both of you to hear. what you can’t see behind you is the obvious tent in chan’s pants, going unnoticed for the time being. it’s carnal and shameful the way you’re getting off on each other, his desperate attempts to fuck against you leaving him looking like a dog in heat all while your hips move rapidly on his torso.

his grasp tightened on your hips, guiding you as he pushes your weight further down onto him, and he’s rewarded by the loud gasp you let out as your body shudders. “come on me, princess. show me how good i make you feel.” chan’s sitting upwards now, his touch trailing up your sides as his eyes never leave you for a second. one hand, thankfully, makes its way between your thighs, his finger rubbing at your clit and he almost moans out loud at how wet you feel under his touch. “c’mon, i’m all yours, baby. let it out.”

what chan doesn’t expect is for himself to come too, immediately after watching your orgasm seep into the lines of his muscles, pussy fluttering and red at the sudden stimulation. he can feel his own cum pressed against the tip of his cock, staining the front of his pants with a relieved groan. and he can feel the slight burn of the scratches you left on his back while you’re coming down from your high in the security of his large arms. you can only mumble sniffled thank you’s to him while he holds you right against his chest, though he can’t help but rut up against you while you’re properly situated on his lap now. “you did so well for me, pretty,” he reassured you right into your ear, hoping you were too distracted to notice the way he was still trying to grind his cock against you. but the feeling of his wet sweatpants was unmistakable against your bare cunt. you’d speculated that chan had pretty good stamina, and it seemed to prove right when he’s eagerly sliding his sweats off to properly show you just how good he can make you feel.

#i love chan's abs #and his back #i just love buff men #bangchan #bangchan x reader #bangchan smut #bangchan imagines #bangchan hard thoughts #bang chan x reader #skz smut #skz hard thoughts #skz x reader

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ellestray · 11 months

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elle's favorite fics f = fluff ; s = smut ; sg = suggestive ; a = angst last updated: june 6th, 2023

방찬 BANGCHAN

the wedding and the morning after — @astraystayyh (f)

you're how i pray — @inniejeonginnie (f ; sg)

five ways to say "i love you" — @caseiloveu (f)

sharing a bed with chan — @skzdarlings (f ; sg)

unexplored territory — @myjisung (f ; sg)

what’s yours is mine — @rachalixie (f)

bittersweet — @astraystayyh (f ; a)

vanilla — @astraystayyh (a ; f)

the space between us — @killedpink (f ; s)

drabble — @ppiri-bahng (sg)

drabble — @rachalixie (f)

민호 MINHO

a sun and a moon — @astraystayyh (f)

mémoire — @minhove (f)

창빈 CHANGBIN

#1 — @linorachas (f)

you've ruined me for anyone else — @jl-micasea-fics (f)

pink stains — @suengmi (f)

paris — @inniejeonginnie (f)

drunk in love — @soobnny (f)

sleepy bunny — @sweetracha (a? ; f)

drabble — @userjuyo (f)

comfort with changbin — @ipegchangbin (f)

현진 HYUNJIN

straddling hyunjin's lap, and hugging into him while he's drawing — @nightfics (f)

evermore — @staytheword (f ; a ; s)

butterfly boy — @skzonthebrain (f)

stay — @hwajin (f)

you'd be so nice to come home to — @bbujiikseu (f)

nakedness — @hwajin (sg ; f)

lovemaking — @hwajin (s ; f)

what loving him is like — @enchantedtomeethyun (f)

young and beautiful — @astraystayyh (f)

alone with you — @inniejeonginnie (f ; sg)

serenity — @astraystayyh (f)

apartment 3R — @fizzydrink698 (f)

drabble — @softstraykidshours (f)

a memory kept forever — @soobnny (f)

post-concert hyunjin — @rachalixie (f)

boy next door — @strayed-quokka (f ; s ; a)

지성 JISUNG

meet odd — @soobnny (f)

don't be a stranger (meet odd, pt.2) — @soobnny (f)

it's you?! — @caseiloveu (smau. a ; f)

i can’t sleep — @lee--felix (f)

date a skater — @fizzydrink698 (f)

almost love — @writerastray (f ; s)

11:07PM — @violixs (f)

i owe you a black eye (and two kisses) — @sourbinnie (a? ; f?)

bad boy!jisung — @ppiri-bahng (sg)

when with you — @sunboki (a)

i adore you — @yoongihan (f ; s)

no nut november — @gimmieurtmi (s)

필릭스 FELIX

caramel popcorn — @staytheword (s ; f)

scream! — @astraystayhh (f)

승민 SEUNGMIN

i can't stop (falling in love with you) — @wooahaes (f ; sg)

then fall. — @wooahaes (f)

정인 JEONGIN

to be updated !

OT8

kisses with skz — @aakomii (f ; sg)

not together but not friends — @luvyeni (f)

when you aren’t dating but aren’t just friends either — @cosmic-railwayxo (f, sg)

skz + ways they show “i love you” — @jeondesu (f)

the ways stray kids show their love and affection — @suengmi (f)

stray kids realising they fell in love with you — @suengmi (f)

spring — @hwajin (f)

sneaky love antics — @amelee23 (f)

small acts of intimacy — @userjuyo (hyung line. f)

how Stray Kids would cuddle (based off of tarot readings) — @violetmarkings (f)

sleeping on the couch after an argument — @maxidentscene (f ; a)

dating skz — @luvtak (f)

make me — @cosmic-railwayxo (sg)

how stray kids would fall for you — @mazeinthemiroh (f)

skz as types of couples — @hyunjinniesgirl (f)

stray kids calling you a pet name for the first time — @jnginlov (f)

boyfriend things skz does — @maxidentscene (f)

things that turn skz on — @lix-ables (s)

skz as boyfriends (nsfw ver.) — @lix-ables (s)

the morning after — @i4lixie (f ; s)

how they would say “i love you” for the first time — @astraystayyh (f)

the little things they do — @wishingyouback (f)

stray kids and 'i love you's left unspoken — @portalhan (f)

stray kids as boyfriend things — @yrhome (f)

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fics #skz fics #star kids recommendations #elle's favorites

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yumizcorner · 1 year

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MinChan x Reader

a/n: the teaser ends under the cut if you wanna skip it. Also let me know what y‘all think about this bc I’m not sure if I should like it or hate it T~T

„d-don‘t-“ you mumble against Lee knows lips as he kisses you passionately while his fingers trail over your soft body. „what baby?“ he asks as he looks you into your eyes. „we shouldn’t be doing that.“ you say while the two of you are still making out. „if you think it’s that wrong why do you grind yourself on my lap huh?“ as he says this he lays his hands on your thighs and moves them up to the beginning of your skirt. His hands moving this close to your core only makes you even wetter. You didn’t answer him anymore and just started kissing him again. Minho lays his hands on your hips and moves you higher on his lap making you sit on his hard, clothed dick. You sighed and bit your lip as you feel him under you. You started to grind again as Lee knows hands are guiding your movements. Of course it was a bad idea from the both of you to fuck at the birthday party of Chan but at this point neither of you cared about anything. The way y/n bend over teasingly revealing her soft pink panties under her skirt made Lee know go insane. They both fucked with each other now and then just for fun. Usually they‘d only do it when Lee know is alone at his dorms and y/n could come over to make him feel good but this time both of them were too touch starved to hold on until it was the right time. Was it dangerous to make out low key just around the Conor, a few steps away from the other members and a few other friends? Yeah it was.

Just as you started to unbutton Minhos clothes you two got disturbed. „Min- oh-“ you two instantly separated and looked a little shocked at the guy that disturbed you two. „Chan- it’s not-“ you stumbled while looking at him. He just leaned back onto the wall a little and smirked amused. You were pretty confused about that since you expected him to be shocked or intimidated but he wasn’t. You looked at Lee know who was looking at Chan with almost the same smirk. He then looked at you and looked you straight into your eyes. „He knows about us.“ he said with an relaxed face. „what???“ you said confused. Suddenly you could feel soft breath hit your neck before you hear Chan whispering up into ur ear „Minho told me what a cute little slut you are once someone puts you in place.“ you clenched a bit as he said that,making you shiver. „Don’t you think you could help our birthday boy and make him have a great birthday?“ Lee know said looking innocently. That was when you remembered that you once told Lee know that you‘d like to fuck two guys at the same time. You never really mentioned it but it was quiet obvious that you found Chan attractive as hell. Lee know could tell from how you‘d stare at Chan‘s hands during the dinner or how you pressed your thighs together when he was wearing cropped top and his abs were showing a bit. You just nodded slowly since your throat was too dry to get out a single word. They both grinned. Suddenly Minho picks you up and carries you to Chan‘s bedroom. Chan told Han he should tell everyone to leave and then followed Lee know upstairs. Minho laid you down on the bed while Chan closed and locked the door.

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You watched both of them closely as Chan walked towards you and Minho sat down next to you. „You sure you wanna do this?“ Chan asked looking you into ur eyes. You nodded and smiled. „Good girl.“ he said and looked up and down at you. Your legs were crossed as you were a little nervous. Lee know then took your chin and started to kiss you. You gasped a little when you felt his hands on ur chest,softly playing with ur tits. You pulled away from him as you felt Chan’s hand on your thigh. You didn’t even notice that he sat down next to you watching you make out with his friend. He caressed ur inner thigh making you get goosebumps. He smiled at how your body reacted to his touch. Lee know then started to tug your shit showing you that you should take it off. You were a bit shy so you took it off slowly but that’s nothing the two boys didn’t enjoy. Lee know slowly opened ur bra making you blush. You tried to cover urself a bit as they both watched your body. Minho wanted to take off your skirt too but Chan stopped him. „I‘d like her to keep it on. She looks cute with it. Besides that…“ he stopped his sentence to flip ur skirt up,exposing ur skin under it. „She took of her underwear earlier“ Lee know scoffed a little. He couldn’t feel it earlier since he still had his clothes on. „What a pathetic slut you are y/n. Anyone could’ve seen ur core. Yet you’re still acting all shy and innocent.“ you looked away from him being embarrassed. „Are you gonna be a good little toy and please the both of us?“ Chan asked,whispering in your ear. You nodded. You groaned and grind a little on the bed sheets as you feel Chan slapping your thigh. „Words babygirl.“ you looked at the two of them and said „I will be a good toy to use for you two.“ they both smiled and looked satisfied. Chan laid his hand back down on your thighs while Lee know did the same thing on your other thigh. Chan traveled his fingers slowly down to your core where he started to touch you. You moaned a little bit as he spread ur folds. „gosh she’s so wet~“ Chan hummed. He removed his hands from you and pushed your mouth open with using his thumb. While he forced you to suck his fingers Lee know touched you softly. You slightly moaned around Chan‘s fingers and whimpered when he removed his fingers from your mouth. He started to slowly push one finger into you and you threw you head back in pleasure. Minho watched you closely to see all your reactions. He then used your juices to make his finger wet,entering a finger too. Chan and Lee know both had one finger in your core, moving them in and out. Minho pushed his in as Chan‘s left your pussy. You moaned every time one of them reached your sweet spot with the top of their fingers. Suddenly you felt a wet and warm feeling on your clit. You moaned out and looked down to see Minho eating you out. Chan was besides you again and started to make out with you. You kept on moaning into his mouth wich made his dick twitch every single time. „Fuck Minho~“ you moaned as you came. Lee know enjoyed how you clenched around his fingers,already being excited to feel you clench around his cock. He then pulled his fingers out of your throbbing pussy and licked them. „You should taste her too chris.“ Lee know said and stepped aside to make place for Chan. Chris used two fingers to collect some of your liquids. He then moved back to your face and smiled. He looked into your eyes while he licked one of his fingers clean. „You should get a taste too.“ you instantly opened your mouth and started to hungrily suck Chan‘s fingers. He looked down at you while you looked up at him with a innocent and needy gaze. Lee know undressed himself while you were busy with Chan‘s fingers. When you looked to the side you saw his hard dick. It’s a more than usual view for you but still he always made you clench a little with nothing but his naked self. You bit your lip and watched him as he positioned himself at your entrance. You turned around to Chan who was smirking. You looked up at him as you took of his pants making Lee know get impatient.

As soon as Chris was completely naked you started to tease his tip with your tongue. You suddenly almost screamed out when you felt Lee know enter you completely with no hesitation. Once you got used to his size you started to suck off Chris. You moaned around his dick multiple times making him twitch. After a short time you noticed that Chan wasn’t getting as much pleasure as you expected. It perhaps was because you couldn’t completely take him into your mouth because he was too thick and big. You licked around his tip for a few times and then looked up at him while a string of ur saliva was still connected with his dick. „Use my mouth daddy~“ he hardly swallowed when he heard you call him daddy. You took his right hand and placed it on your head. You looked at him again and took him into your mouth again. Chan then started to thrust into your throat making you gag. You could feel him twitch extremely as you did so. He then lost his shyness and used your mouth. Chris held your head in place and fucked into your throat while Lee know kept on thrusting into your pussy. „She‘s so pretty~“ Chan moaned out as tears started to fall down your cheeks from gaging all the time. „you like having your holes filled don’t you? Two of your friends using you for their own pleasure.“ Lee know teased. You moaned and clenched around him. „It’s so pathetic that you like it when we degrade you. You’re really nothing but a dumb slut for us to use.“ he began to thrust into you in an inhumane pace. You screamed as much as you could since Chris was still fucking your mouth. Your mascara ran down your face quickly as Chan thrusted sloppily. Lee know hardly thrusted a few more times before cumming into your cunt. At the almost same time Chris spilled his cum right down your throat and pulled out of your mouth. You swallowed quickly and catch breath. You then sticked out your tongue,showing Chan that you swallowed everything. „Good slut.“ he said while tapping his dick a few times against your tongue. Minho just laid beside you two and tried to recover from his high. „I think I never came this hard.“ he mumbled. You smiled. „Are we already done?“ you asked and spread your legs for the two of them,cum slowly leaking out of your Pussy. You were more than just fucked out. This was the best night you ever had and yet you didn’t want it to end. Chan and Lee know looked at each other and smirked. „Come here and sit on my dick pretty girl.“ Lee know said. You obeyed instantly and smiled. Chris moved behind you and pushed you a bit,making you lay your hands onto Minhos chest. For a few seconds nothing happened until you could feel Chan‘s tip at ur already full pussy too. That was when you’re eyes widened. „Are you gonna be good y/n?“ Chris asked. „Will you be our good little slut and take our dicks?“ you nodded. „good girl.“ Minho praised. Chan then started to push into your pussy. It hurted a lot and it took you some minutes to get used to both of them inside you. Once you were ready both started to move slowly and careful. „More~“ you moaned. That was the sign the two guys waited for. Lee know started to thrust into you while Chris did the same. „Shit y/n you’re such a whore.“ Chan said and spanked your ass. „I bet you love it so much when you’re cock hungry hole is filled by two dicks at the same time.“ you just moaned in respond,already being too brain dead to answer. „So good~“ your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you drool onto Lee knows chest. He didn’t mind it. In fact it turned him on a lot. „Fuck I’m gonna cum-“ Lee know breathed out. „Me too~“ Chris said. They both fucked you as fast as they could,the friction of their cocks being pressed on each other from your walls making them lose their mind. Before they could cum you did. You screamed out and let go completely. You grabbed onto the bedsheets next to Lee knows head and kept on moaning. „Oh my god~“ Chris moaned as he saw that you squirted onto both of their cocks and came into you. Lee know followed him. They both milked themselves while breathing heavily.

You almost felt like you’re gonna pass out since they overstimulated you. They both pulled out making you whine a little. „You did so good for us.“ Chan said while stroking your hair. You just hummed,being extremely exhausted. Chan took care of you and laid you down onto the bed after Lee know changed the bedsheets. Chris laid down on the right while Minho laid down on the other side. They covered you up with a blanket and hugged you tightly,trying to comfort you as much as they could while you drifted away into sleep. The two boys informed JYP later on and said they couldn’t go to the entertainment tomorrow. They swear each other they‘d take care of you the next day.

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