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turtledovenycx · 6 months

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Work Pressure (B.C)

🎧The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather

“No, you don’t understand,” he said his cool fingers finding your warm skin and raising goosebumps. “I missed you, I missed being close to you.”

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧

𝐭𝐚𝐠: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧! , 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭🔞

𝐖.𝐂 𝟑.𝟐𝐤

ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜᴛ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲), 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐣𝐨𝐛, (𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯) 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭), 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐍𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱. (𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐧.)

Soft tunes could be heard despite Chan wearing headphones. It was past working hours at the JYPE building, the only people left putting in some extra hours of practice, production, or the cleaning crew for the night. Worried your boyfriend would skip his dinner for the nth time you had shown up with dishes from his favorite place - you reckoned he deserved a treat after working so hard for days.

After the man was well-fed and rested his eyes with a power nap on your lap he wanted to get back to work.

“Is it gonna take long baby?” you had asked, settling down on the sofa, his jacket as blanket knowing you might be in for a long night.

“An hour or so love…. I’m sorry but I have to finish this.”

“It's okay, I might do some work too later but I’ll just chill here if that’s alright.”

“Don’t wanna go home?” he asked getting up from your lap, leaning to kiss you before he adjusted his jacket on you.

“I’ll be alone,” you said he kissed your forehead before going back to his system, sitting down he glanced at you once before putting his headphones on partially covering one ear in case you needed something.

It has been two hours almost, you had fallen asleep in the initial 45 minutes waking to see Chan slumped over, his shoulders looking like they hurt, staring at his computer as the lines kept moving, the glare from the screen painted his face in blues. The only source of light was from his desktop. Chan had barely moved from that position except to turn the lights off to let you sleep, and you felt bad.

He did not register you getting off the couch and stretching, so he was startled when you touched his shoulder. His palms fly to overlap yours,

“You scared me,” he said taking the headphones off, neck resting on the headrest as he looked up at you.

“It's been two hours.” you reminded him running your fingers through his curls before massaging his forehead and temples. Chan hummed the throbbing pain in his head subsiding from your fingers. You massaged his head, his sinuses finally working your way to the knot on his neck his head fell forward a groan falling out of his lips.

“How about we stop? Hmm?” you asked as he pulled you to stand in front of him, your hands still on his shoulders.

“I need to get this done.” he sadly voiced head leaning forward to rest on your tummy as you ran your fingers through his hair he hugged your lower half sighing. This week was tough there was too much to do. Chan just wanted to sleep without worrying in his bed in the arms of his girlfriend.

A few frustrated tears left his eyes and your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Baby?” you asked holding his face, he closed his eyes not willing to see you yet, but his actions were contradictory as he pulled you into his lap. A gasp left you but you recovered, palms holding his face as he cried. Salty tears stained your necks and shoulders as Chan let out quiet sobs.

You just let him cry, he needed it but it broke you to see him hurt. This man carried his job and responsibilities on his broad shoulder but wore his heart on his sleeves.

“I...I am so sorry. I’m sorry…. Sorry.” he repeated and you were beyond confused, slowly you coaxed his face from your neck to look at you, his eyes opened.

“Why are you apologising?” you asked wiping off his tears and cradling his face, he sniffed and you grabbed a tissue for him. After he caught his breath you kissed his forehead, his red nose his cheeks his eyes. The dark eye bags were prominent and you hoped your kisses would ease his fatigue.

“Don’t say sorry baby. Talk to me,” you asked holding his face as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

“I’m such a shitty boyfriend. I can’t even finish one track and I’m scared. I’m letting the team down.” His eyes were downcast as he spoke.

“What no..” you tried but he shook his head.

“It’s too much, I can’t make it past this one verse. Nothing is perfect, and I was too harsh on Jisung today. He got so mad and left. I’m tired y/n. And I’m troubling you.”

“Wait, troubling me?”

He nodded opting to hide his face in your neck, “You're alone at home, you are sleeping on my studio couch you deserve better baby. I’m so so-”

“Don't you dare say sorry again Bang Christopher Chan ” you unintentionally raised your voice. At the mention of his full name, he stiffened.

“I know it's been a tough week for you. But don't for a second think that you have been anything but the best boyfriend. Channie, you are tired and you’re frustrated and you made some mistakes. But you are still trying and putting in the work. You have a lot on your mind and you just need a break baby.”

“But I-”

“Ssh…. all of you are tired and overworked. It's probably why Jisung reacted that way, he still loves his Channie hyung. He is the one who texted me telling me you had a bad day that's why I came to cheer you up, I fell asleep because I had an early start today that’s all.”

He hummed hugging you as you spoke in hushed whispers.

“Chris, baby I need you to know something. Yes, I am alone at home on some days and it does hurt me but I will never hold that against you, I love you and your work. I’m so proud of you baby you still work like a dog even after reaching so many people with your music, you’re consistent, hard-working, and fucking dedicated. I love that about you, don’t ever think that you are a burden to me. I would gladly spend days on this couch if it means I can spend my time with you. I’m worried I might disturb you!"

“No, no you made my day,” he said wiping tears.

“Then you have to believe that seeing you makes my day too. Even if I have to sleep on a couch. I don't mind it I love sleeping on the couch it's so comfy actually. Oof that Spotify dust-covered pillow don’t you just love the smell of dust,” you joked hoping to get a smile out of him. It did, his tired face broke into a smile, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“So don’t you ever tell nonsense like that, tell that stupid voice in your brains to shush. You are doing so well. I’m really proud of you.”

“I love you.” he breathes into your neck.

“I love you,” you emphasize with a kiss on his cheek. Then without stopping, you placed loud kisses around his face, mwah mwah mwah!

He giggled before begging you to stop 'okay okay okay... Okay, stop.' You pulled away to look at him, worn out he was still so handsome and you missed this, you missed him so much. Chan did too which he expressed by pulling you in for a long kiss. His lips were dry, you wet with your saliva as they moulded with each other, you held his face leading the kiss palm holding his cheeks. He lazily licked your lips before you parted yours to let his wet muscle into your mouth. The kiss was heating up, softly still. He detached and reattached your mouths. Again and again and again and without thinking a small moan slipped passed his mouth.

“Sorry,” he gasped when you pulled away. You pulled his face back and bit his bottom lip it didn't hurt he felt a sharp sting. “What did I tell you about apologising Chris?” you questioned hands gripping his hair and pulling his head back

“Mm.” he groaned as your lips found the column of his neck. “Don’t apologies.” you say as you bite his neck.

“I miss you,” Chan said tongue tracing behind your ear before his teeth grazed it, drawing a whimper out of you. “I miss you too,” you say his hand began to wander further, from your shoulders to your waist as they raised the hem of your sweater wanting to feel your skin slipping his big palms in.

“No, you don’t understand,” he said his cool fingers finding your warm skin and raising goosebumps.

“I missed you, I missed being close to you.”

“Haa..ah Chriss.’ you whined as he traced along your back simultaneously creating love bites.

“Me too,” you whispered lips finding his. Your sweater moved up as it got lodged on his forearms. This kiss was less comforting, it was more of an ‘I miss you’ passionate kiss, he held your hair to angle your head to his liking, you melting at the touch as his tongue traced patterns in your mouth.

“Mm I want you princess..” he whispered onto your lips as his hands adjusted your thighs so that you were properly straddling his lap, you could feel his hardening cock through his pants.

“Here?” you questioned, both of you satisfying each other regardless of the time and place was not something foreign but in his company where someone might walk in, it was unprofessional and would cause a lot of problems for him.

“Please.” he pleaded, his hands now under your outfit palms inching towards your breast

“Please…” he emphasized as he squeezed your breasts over your bra, being touch starved you let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“Someone might hear us..” you say hands in his hair as he begins to grind up into you.

“Recording room,” he said breaking the kiss as the two of you looked at the overly huge sunglass thingy inside the soundproofed room with a glass window. You looked back at Chan who looked like he would almost cry- for different reasons this time.

“Fuck.. okay.” you had barely finished speaking when Chan rose from the chair holding you.

“Chri-is” you gasp as he hiked you higher holding your thighs and plush lips sucking where your neck meets your shoulder you moved your head away inviting him to kiss and bite more.

Somehow, he managed to open the door and plop you down before he turned to close it, propping a chair on the knob. It was dark as none of you bothered to turn the lights on. Chan reached for the switch but you stopped him.

“No lights please,” you begged kissing his swollen lips before moving down his neck careful not to mark his skin for PR reasons.

“But, I want to see yo- ah” he moaned as you began to palm his dick.

His mind blanked completely forgetting about the light switch as his back hit the wall. You dropped to your knees in front of him working on the ties of his sweatpants before pulling them down to release his aching dick. He was fully hard now, the shaft hot and heavy as you held him in your palms, stroking softly. Chan was groaning, sensitive from not being released in days. His fingers found their way into your hair as you placed soft kisses and licks from his tip to his balls.

“Mmph.. baby. I-” his sentence cut off as you took his tip into your mouth, tongue licking over his slit tasting his precum. You sucked diligently on his tip for a few seconds. Chan moaned as you forced yourself to take more of him into your mouth. Pulling away to catch a breath before pushing yourself to accommodate his length. You gagged tears spring to your eyes as you felt him graze the skin at the back of your mouth.

“Ah …. Ah… ah” Chan was a mess, fingers holding onto your ponytail as he slowly fucked your face. You began bobbing your head up and down and he tightened his grip on your head all politeness leaving him as he was desperate to finish. Your jaw began to hurt but he deserved a release so you hollowed your cheeks, past the sting as you sucked him dry. He came with a broken moan, his release hitting the back of your throat. You pulled off his dick and swallowed the mess to which he tsked.

“Baby… you didn’t have to swallow,” he said between gasps. “It's okay I wanted to.” he helped you onto your feet, attacking your mouth he could taste himself on your tongue. He groaned at the flavour and his hands once again found the skin of your back, unclasping your bra. You gripped at his black t-shirt as he made work of your sweater, removing it and throwing it on the floor.

Your bra unhooked but Chan did not even bother removing it before he placed his lips on your right nipple, he was on his knees now one hand kneading your breast as he sucked on the other one.

“Aah, Chris… Channie..” you kept crying as soft as you could as he bit and marked the skin of your breast, fingers unzipping your shorts and feeling their way to your mound.

Your knees buckled and Chan pulled you onto his lap once again, he sat on his knees your thighs straddling his once again. He could feel your wetness through your panties as his fingers pushed them to the side to touch you. He palmed your pussy before playing with your clit, you jerking at that, he had to hold you down. You could not keep quiet biting the back of your palm as Chan’s fingers entered your hole. You tried to pull away his hands and mouth everywhere at once but Chan roughly pulled you into him.

“Don’t. Pull. Away” he said fingers moving at an awkward angle. He looked over your shoulders to see your clothes on the floor stopping his fingers. He pulled away and placed you on the floor delicately before moving to move your sweater and removing his shirt to make a makeshift blanket on the floor. Though it was carpeted. He picked you up before gently placing you down on top of the garments.

He plopped himself between your legs, throwing your shorts beneath the two of you. Lips finding each other. Moans and whimpers echoed in the room as you held onto each other tighter desperately grinding against one another. He gripped his cock out from its confines and tore open a condom, the only cloth left on his body was his sweats. After sheathing himself he slowly traced your pussy lips.

Your body jerked, “Channie please..”

“Please what pretty?” he teased your old chan slowly returning. You smiled before your mouth formed an o, hips stuttering as Chan spread your lips, grazing your clit with his member. He licked his fingers using them to wet your pussy thoroughly stimulating your wetness to produce in ample amounts. He slowly pushed in just the tip, a sigh leaving his lip.

“Aah..” your back rose from the floor as Chan slowly ground into you, ‘You felt so warm so so slippery fuck he had missed this so much.’

Your arms found solace behind his neck playing with the hair while Chan held his body weight on one arm, his other grabbing your face to kiss you dirty and deep, teeth clashing and spit exchanging. The sounds muffled as the two of you breathed into each other's mouths. He had begun to pull away to the tip before pushing back in. Repeating the action as your mind grew dumb. A loud moan broke through the room as he found a comfortable pace to thrust. Just then a beep was heard and the main door to the studio opened. Your eyes widened as Chan slapped his hand on your mouth. He stopped thrusting but grinded slowly not to lose the momentum. You both were huddled on the floor near the wall out of the vision line. But still your heart began to beat faster. The janitor was simply checking whether the studio had vacated, but he saw Chan’s bag and jacket in the room. After a few moments, he left thinking Chan had gone on break. Your whimpers were muffled by his hands as he breathed in relief at the sound of the door closing and locking automatically. His hip still moving slowly you felt his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with each jerk. Chan removed his hand to see you drool a bit

“See, I told you it was a bad id- Chris!” he snapped his hips fast you screamed but it was in a soundproof room. “Fuck baby, so wet for me.. aah I missed this... Missed-mph so much. Your cunt is so warm…. So warm.” he nudged your gooey spot and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer. Chan now thrust into your hole, fast and deep licking his index and middle finger before bringing it to draw on your clitoris. He drew mindless shapes on the swollen bud as he groaned into the skin of your neck biting your shoulders. Because of all the movement, his pants too slipped off his frame near his feet.

Your nails dug into his skin as the two of you lost yourselves in each other. “Baby, I’m so close, are you? I wanna... Ah fuck.. I wanna cum with you..” he voiced breathing ragged as he kissed your plump lips.

You could only manage babbles “Yeah..ah.. So- bi..ig cha- aah”

He took your nipple into his mouth and your back arched pushing your breasts into his face.

“Chan.. Chris I’m I’m cumming..” you breathed words cut off by moans.

“God... fuck princess me too.” as the second orgasm for Chan washed over that night you moaned carelessly knowing well only he could hear it. He jerked his hips a few times before emptying completely into the rubber and falling onto your body. His whole weight felt comforting to you, like a heavy warm blanket. He was still inside you as the two of you caught your breath.

The source of light from his desktop had dimmed long ago but the window was open and soft moonlight made your vision visible. Chan moved his body to hover over yours again. You were still in a blissed-out state.

“You okay?” he asked softly pulling out, his nose nudging your face before he placed a soft kiss on your jaw.

“I’m okay.” you say taking his face in your hands again, “you?”

“I’m better, sweetheart. I needed this,” he says, kissing you once more before getting off the floor. Chan disposed of the condom and checked whether the coast was clear before moving the chair blocking the door. Tightening his pants he walked out of the recording room shirtless and rummaged around his table. You sat up once he returned with a tissue box and some water.

“Thank you.” you finish gulping the water before moving onto your feet. Your sweater was stained with your release Chris apologetically handed it to you. You did not mind reassuring him with a peck on his cheek and grabbing the rest of your innerwear and putting them on. Thankfully your shorts and his T-shirt were clean.

Stepping out of the record room he turned on the dim light, you grabbed his jacket to cover your upper body, the outfit big for your frame. Chan clad in his t-shirt hugs you from behind as you are zipping it up.

You looked at him to kiss his cheek.

“Let’s go home,” you say placing your hands on his.

“I have to finish this babe.” he calmly said. Before you could protest your boyfriend lifted you off the ground and he sat back down on his chair you on his thighs.

“Don't worry, I’ll just record a sample and we can go. I’ll do the rest with Jisung soon.” he did, and you applauded his stamina with a kiss before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He worked on with you sleeping peacefully in his lap even when he sang into the mic. His mind felt clearer and he finished the job within an hour.

“Done,” he said looking down to see you fast asleep, gripping onto his t-shirt. He checked his phone after packing his things into his bag on the ground still not waking you up.

There were notifications from Han which read, ‘Hyung, I’m sorry. I’ll work harder tomorrow. Fried chicken on me?’ he felt the last of his worries vanish knowing that the younger was not mad at him. He shot a quick reply with lots of hearts and gently woke you up.

“Baby? Let’s go home.”

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

A/N: What would I give to love this man like this. Hope you enjoy this

tags 🏷️: @comet-falls

note: Hi love it's _🪽anon, Blog reveal haha. I hope you enjoy this. Let's be moots? (If that is alright). If you loved this fic do check out my other works too, I would love to get some tips from you as you are one of the authors I look up to.

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straykeedz · 6 months

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day 17: bang chan + bulge kink

©straykeedz

tw: female anatomy; oral sex (f receiving); protected piv sex; dirty talk??; ♡

wc: 2,3k;

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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You never thought a date with a man you’d met online could go that well.

But a certain Chris somehow proved you wrong, and now you’re absolutely whipped for him. He feels the same way about you, so you decided to make things exclusive pretty quickly, and have been seeing each other for nearly a month now. The two of you get along really well, the chemistry is definitely there and you can’t keep your hands off each other every time you’re together - making out and touching each other, not in a sexual way tho, you haven’t gone that far yet.

However, tonight you just had your fifth date and you’re now about to do something you never do.

See, you have a rule: you don’t sleep with a man until the tenth date. To somebody, it may sound like a stupid and useless rule, but you’ve never been one who only looks for fun in relationship. You don’t judge who only goes out with people for fun, it’s just not something you can do. You tried hooking up with a couple of guys, but soon found out it’s not your thing, and that in order to be satisfied in bed you need to develop a proper emotional connection with that person.

So what the hell were you doing on that stupid dating app? Easy - your friend had practically begged you to download it and try meeting somebody there since it’d been ages since you’d last gone out with somebody.

You did it - for her. And you were pretty skeptical about it, because meeting strangers online is not something you’d usually do. But somehow you ended up meeting Chris - and it changed your life.

But back to that tenth-date-rule. You now find yourself about to break it, and you’re blaming Chris for that.

Yes, because he looked so fucking sexy on the day you had and you just couldn’t stop thinking of how bad you wanted him to bend you over the next surface and fuck you senseless, or how banter you wanted o just kneel down before him, unzip his pants and suck him dry. And he was not even wearing a sexy outfit or had hinted at something racy or anything - the man was just innocently standing there, in front of the aquarium, explaining something about jellyfish to you and you were staring at him while all kinds of dirty, filthy thoughts involving him were flowing in your mind.

All you kept doing was stare at his fingers, then his veiny hands, then his wrists, then his strong, muscular arms and suddenly, you were wet. The rest of your date went on like this - him explaining everything about this and that species of fish, and you thinking of him pressing your body against the next fish tank, unbuckling his skinny jeans, lifting your dress, pulling your panties to the side and, finally, entering you.

When he drove you home and walked you to the door of your place, you decided you just had had enough of being good and following the rules, tonight you wanted - no, you needed to be reckless.

So, you pulled him in for a hot, passionate kiss, and you now find yourself under him on your bed. His body hovers over yours, lips still pressed together, only pulling away from each other when you have to remove your sweater first, then his. And then, when he unbuckles his pants and slides them off his thighs together with his boxers, you notice it. And it’s big, probably bigger than any guy you’ve been with, and it kinda intimidates you.

“What’s wrong?” Chris asks, noticing your wide eyes and slightly panicked expression, worried he might’ve done something wrong.

“Nothing, it’s just…”

“Just?”, he encourages you.

“You’re big.”, you admit, blushing a little.

“Oh.”, he looks flustered too, glancing down at his own cock, which looks painfully hard. “It’s not that big.”

It’s not that big, says the guy with an eight-inches dick that’s about to split you in half. You’re about to say something when Chris suddenly lies down on his tummy, right between your parted legs, and you forget what you wanted to say in the first place.

“Can I take them off?”, he asks, looking at you with big, lustful eyes, fingers brushing the soft fabric of your underwear, making you shiver.

You nod, and he hooks his fingers on your panties before sliding them off your thighs. You’re feeling kind of embarrassed of being exposed like that in front of Chris, and he seems to notice it immediately.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”, he reassures you, caressing your inner thigh with the pad of his thumb. “Okay?”, he gives you a warm smile.

“No, I- I want this.”, you say, propping yourself on your elbows to look him in the eye. You want him to believe you, because it’s the truth. “I promise.”

Chris doesn’t say anything else, he simply licks a long stripe on your pussy and hums as soon as your taste invades his mouth. It’s intoxicating in the best way possible, and if it were for him - he’d never stop. He laps at your clit repeatedly, expertly, occasionally flicking it with his fingers with delicacy - after all, it’s the first time you’re sleeping together, and he has to experiment a little in order to find out what you like.

“Can you…” you let out a shaky breath. “Use your fingers, too?”, you ask him, cheeks flushing red.

“Inside?”, he asks, kissing your clit.

“No, just - put them on my clit like this.”, you shape a ‘v’ with your fingers.

You’re not used to telling men what you like in bed, but Chris is not men. He nods, then places his digits on your pussy, just like you asked, clit beautifully placed between his index and pointer finger. He spits on your clit to lubricate the whole zone, then attaches his plump lips back on your clit, gently moving his fingers at the same time, providing further stimulation, especially when he delicately squeezes it between his digits.

Chris seems to be naturally skilled at eating pussy, because he makes you cum in record time with a combination of kisses and sucks on your clit and the movements of his fingers, which has you tugging at his hair and practically pushing his whole face against your pussy as you ride out your orgasm.

You let your body fall back on the mattress as you pant, releasing the grip you have on his hair. “Shit- sorry, did I hurt you?”, you ask, propping yourself on your elbows once again, scared that you might’ve unintentionally pulled his hair too strongly.

He shakes his head as a no, then licks his lips, savoring the way you taste, then wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “No, you didn’t. In fact, it was really fucking hot.”

“Now it’s your turn.”, you reach for his hard cock, but when you wrap your fingers around it, giving it a couple of slow strokes that have Chris biting his lip and kicking his head back. “Although…” you suddenly stops your movements, and Chris snaps his head in your direction, looking at you “I’d love it if you came while inside of me.”

Chris blinks a couple of time before his brain finally registers what you’re asking him. Once he processes your words, he nods frantically, climbing off the bed only to pick his skinny jeans up from the floor, taking his wallet out of one of the back pockets, eventually fishing a condom from it. Then, he’s back on the bed.

“You know, you really shouldn’t keep your condoms in your wallet.”

“I promise it hasn’t been there long. I put it there today.”, he admits, cheeks slightly blushing at the implication of his words.

“Oh, so you were hoping to get laid?”, you chuckle, but he can see you’re not really offended by the situation.

“Not hoping, but you know…”, he says while unwrapping the rubber, rolling it onto his length swiftly. “Better to be safe than sorry.” He’s got a point.

He positions himself between your spread legs and aligns the tip of his cock at your entrance. Then, he spits on his fingers and spreads his saliva all over your pussy to make sure you’re wet enough to take him - little does Chris know you’ve been wet since he picked you up four hours ago.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”, he tells you, rubbing soft circles on your knee with his thumb.

“Ready.”, you tell him immediately, and he chuckles - he’s just as whipped for you as you are for him.

When he pushes inside - the stretch is insanely good and it doesn’t hurt, even though he didn’t use his fingers to stretch you out before entering you. It’s thick and long, and it feels so big inside of you it makes your head spin. It takes a while for him to bottom out completely, mostly because he’s pushing him at an excruciatingly slow pace to make sure not to hurt you - all while rubbing soft circles on your clit.

Then, once he’s fully inside of you, he lets his body fall on top of yours - chests pressing together as he balances himself using his elbows. He kisses you on the lips as he gives one tentative thrust inside of you, testing the waters. You moan against his mouth, taking in the feeling of having him inside of you - a feeling that’s overwhelming in the best way possible, and you don’t want it to stop.

The first thrusts are slow and precise, letting you adjust to his size, and the angle is just right, hitting all the right places with each movement. Then, he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts all while kissing the corner of your mouth, or your neck, or your collarbone. Kisses, kisses everywhere, combined with his fingers gently caressing your hair and scalp as he snaps his hips against yours quicker now.

“So good to me.”, he whispers words of praise in your ear, letting out a choked whimper when your hand squeezes the flesh of his ass as he moves inside of you. “You feel perfect around me.”

You believe him, because he does feel perfect around you, too, and you can’t believe you almost missed out on all of this because of that stupid rule.

“And you feel perfect inside of me.”, you moan. “So deep. Look.”, you intertwine your fingers with his, then drag his hand all over your body, placing it on your abdomen.

He’s confused at first, but then he feels it. He feels himself. Inside of you. The tip of his cock right below your belly button, moving inside of you. His eyes widen, and he pulls away from you abruptly, but it’s just because he wants to witness it with his eyes.

He continues to fuck you, only this time he’s kneeling between your legs to get a better look of how his cock moves in and out of you. He’s mesmerized by the view, a tiny bulge appearing on the soft, delicate surface of your belly - shaped just like the tip of his cock, making his head spin. He brushes it with the pads of his fingers, feeling himself inside of you, moving slowly, and then halting his thrusts completely. His dick throbs inside of you, and he can see it reflected on how the bulge moves.

“Do you like it?”, you ask, your voice soft as your knuckles caress his forearm.

Like it would be an understatement. “I love it.”, he whimpers, and it makes your stomach do a flip. Then, he does the same thing you’d done a couple of minutes before. He takes your hand and places it on your belly, letting your palm lie flat on your skin as he thrusts deep inside of you, allowing you to feel every inch of him sinking in your hole. “Tell me you like it too.”, he moans, and he sounds absolutely desperate and close to his release. You are too.

“I do.”, you pant, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist, keeping your hand on your tummy. “I do so fucking much. You’re fucking me so well, Chris, I’m so close.”, at this point you’re just rambling, incoherent words falling from your lips as your toes begin to curl.

“Y-Yeah?”, he whimpers, hissing as he kicks his head back and breathes through his nose, snapping his hips against yours until wet sound start filling the room. “You like my big cock stretching you out? Like it when you feel it in your tummy, baby?”

You can’t believe this is the first time you’re fucking this man - the chemistry feels unreal.

“I do, I do.”, you whimper, your orgasm is so close your toes are already beginning to curl. “So close, Chris, so close.”

“Fuck, cum for me, baby, please.”

As soon as he feel you clench around him, his orgasm washes all over him too, cock throbbing inside of you and he places his own hand next to yours, wanting to feel himself emptying into the rubber, even if it’s from the outside. It doesn’t matter, the thought drives him wild. He keeps his hand there until he feels his cock start to get limp, and then he’s quick to pull out our you, careful to hold the base of his cock. Then, he takes the rubber off and throws it in the trash can in your room and climbs back on the bed to lie down next to you.

And as you try to regain your breaths, cuddled up next to each other, you can’t help but think that you really need to thank your friend for making you download that stupid app.

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wonuvs · 1 month

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hey! could u write something about chan x skz 9th member? ty!

MINORS PISS OFF. tags: perv!chan x afab!9thmember!reader + jerking off, perv behavior

perv!chan who convinces you to ask your group mates if you can always be the last one to record your parts. he tells you it's because your parts take longer to mix, but really, it's all just a ploy to leave you all alone with him for hours.

perv!chan who tries to stay professional to at least get something done, but the way your white miniskirt flutters around your perfect thighs as you walk around the recording room while rehearsing your parts makes his cock noticeably jump in his sweatpants. luckily, the mixing table is way over his lap, and you're focused on singing your heart out, so you don't notice his hand slowly starting to sneak between his thighs.

perv!chan who starts rubbing himself above his pants as he discusses with you some lyric and tempo changes, stroking his clothed dick to the sound of your voice and whines when you can't get a part quite right.

perv!chan who guides you through the track, his hand now sneaking into his underwear to grip his leaking cock, rubbing his tip whenever you let out an annoyed puff, or show off your pouted lips. their puffiness make him wonder how soft they would feel wrapped around him, how the pink, glittery lipstick you put on would stain his dick as you gag around his girth, how pretty they would look covered in his cum.

perv!chan who speeds up his strokes when you show off a glimpse of your cute cunt clad in the tiniest panties he's ever seen as you bend down to grab your bottle of water from the floor. he mentally groans at the way they cling and dig into your pussy lips, at how they are begging to be set free, and fuck– he can picture so clearly how his white ropes of arousal would look on your pussy and thighs.

perv!chan who starts sweating as he edges himself, his hips stuttering and heavy cock twitching in his hand while looking at you, at the sweat slowly rolling down your forehead, at your miniskirt riding up, at your hands doing a makeshift ponytail whenever you struggle with a highnote, at your tits slightly bouncing under your shirt as you move.

perv!chan who cums into his pants and all over his hand when you start whining that you're getting tired, so he gulps back his moans and groans and presses the button so he can talk to you, thumb teasing his drooling tip and hot veins as he speaks.

per!chan who, “let's do the last part one more time, then you can go home, hm?” but he knows he's lying. he has to come to your pretty face at least two more times. so, with his sticky hand wrapping around his twitching dick, he starts again, shamelessly pumping and ogling at you through the glass separating you.

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etherealinowrites · 9 months

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sanakimohara · 3 months

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Chan coded relationship:

Independent, sweet, and only gets off on being submissive to someone who can control her type of gf 🤝 hardworking, caretaking, and insanely in love with pleasing and rewarding his ‘good girl’ type of bf…

That sums it up pretty well…

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minhosimthings · 4 months

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Agora Hills

Symphony Smut Series Day 14: Doja Cat's Agora Hills

Lyric - Suck a little dick in the bathroom

Pairings: bf!Chan × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, thigh riding, dry humping, oral (m recieving), missionary, oral stimulation, dom!chan, sub!reader, dirty talk, no actual sex just fingering and oral, implied p in v at the end, semi-public sex, Hannah is a menace.

A/N: I am really sorry for the slow pace with the fics everyone! But classes have started again and I'm kinda getting busy nowadays but I promise I'll complete the other ones in no time!

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Australia. Hot and Humid.

Even hotter with your boyfriend grilling meat on the beach, clad in a white tanktop which fitted around his muscles perfectly, making you almost visibly drool.

"You good unnie?" Hannah sat down on the warm sand next to you, "You've been staring at my brother for like half an hour."

"Im fine babe." You smiled at her as he handed you your popsicle, "I'm just admiring him."

"Normally I would say 'ew love' but I've noticed you've been very dick ridden for a long time." Hannah giggled, "So I have a solution."

"A solution to what exactly?" You asked her, tearing your eyes away from Chan's arms.

"So your problem is the sound right? Cause our house isn't exactly a sound proof studio." Hannah nudged closer to you, an impish smile on her face, "But through my recent experiments I've found out that the storage locker right next to you guys' bedroom is actually sound proof."

"Isn't a sound proof storage locker kinda dangerous?" You raised your brow at her to which she brushed it off and kept talking.

"Babygirl all I'm telling you is that my parents will be out for the whole afternoon tomorrow. So get in that storage locker and have some fun! Moan as loud as you want, no one's gonna hear. Well atleast the friends I'm inviting tomorrow won't."

You laughed at Hannah's unseriousness and ate the delicious popsicle in your hand, going back to drooling over your boyfriend's arms.

It wasn't a great plan, but it was the only one you had to fulfill your aching cunt

The next day went quicker than you had anticipated and before you know it, you were in the storage locker, with you mouth near Chan's cock, and his hands on the top of your hair.

Giving him head really wasn't a great beginning but you wanted to convince him to fuck you in his parents' storage locker so it was for the best.

You start with gentle long, slow licks from top to bottom the base, you know you´re doing a good job, when you hear Chan letting out his moans. You tease him a little with your tongue and he immediately responds by pushing your head further to him, your nose hitting his lower belly.

You make eye contact with him, both of your faces are sharing the same lust, that is now the main emotion, anger can´t no longer be found. You hold him in your throat for a few second before pulling out for a air, but you want to show him you can do it, so you dive back in, making him moan louder this time. You hoped fervently that Hannah was right about the sound proofness of the room. You could hear her friends and her laughing raucously in her room.

You can feel him twitch inside your mouth, he is close. Your movements are now slower and everything is just messier, spit is coming down your chin, onto your tits, which makes Chan go feral.

"Fuck- just like that, baby." You moan against him, which sends shivers up and down his spine. "You´re doing so good, so fucking good."

You move closer to him, his dick hitting the back of your throat, your hands are slowly coming to his balls, playing with them which makes Chan cum righ away.

Keeping still so he can send his full load down your throat, you proudly swallow it whole, like the good girl you are. "Just like that, good, very good-" Chan says out of breath. You lick him clean, not letting a single drip of cum go to waste.

You look like a mess, but so does Chan. One of his fingers finds your chin and he wipes the little cum you had on your lower lip. Bringing the finger into his mouth and tasting himself. "Hm, I don´t blame you, why are you so addicted to my taste... I’m quite delicious." He makes you stand up. "Oh shit the floor." You can see that you´ve ruined the carpet, it´s completly drenched from your juices. "We can clean the floor later baby, I need your cunt first."

Chan gripped your hips tight and sat you down on his thigh, as he plopped into an old armchair, which was weirdly very pristine in its conditon.

"Take what you want, sweetheart." He whispered, hot breath brushing against your neck. A soft moan couldn't help but seep through the parting of your lips as Chan began to rock your hips against his leg - arousal pooling further in your panties.

"Chan," you groan when he cups your breasts, squeezing firmly but not too hard, just the way you love it, his fingers grazing over your nipples and pulling on them softly, dragging more sinful noises out of you. "I need you," you sigh out, lolling your head back as he starts to kiss down your jaw and along your neck, nibbling softly and smirking against yours skin at the feeling of your hips grinding against her harder, needing to ease the incessant throb between your legs, the intolerable heat that only he could help you with, "Please."

"You're so impatient baby," he teases, sucking on part of your skin to leave a mark, his hands moving away from your chest to your ass, guiding you against his thigh once again, a groan leaving you at his slower pace. "You'll get what you want soon," Chan murmurs, tilting his head back up to meet your lips, claiming them briefly and messily before lowering his head to kiss along your collar bones, sucking another mark as he knew you loved it. His parents might question where those marks came from, but the mosquito population was quite high in Australia so it wasn't a stress for Chan.

Chan gripped your hips again and took you off of his thigh, swiftly ripping your panties off and disposing of them by the side.

"Bend against that counter for me darling." He commanded, leading you over to the marble counter, "let me fuck you from behind yeah?"

“Oh my g-god, Chan!” You loudly whined before he covered your mouth with his big palm, other hand pushing your hips a bit forward so he could probably bend your body however he pleased, making your ass perfectly stick out for him to fuck.

He groaned behind you as you felt his hand squeezing your hip, abdomen already slapping against your back while you choked on your sobs behind his hand.

“Oh f-fuck,” he dropped his forehead against the back of your head as the pace of his hips went up, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head.

"Oh fuck this." Chan growled, before pulling out and flipping you over with agression filling his veins. He hadn't fucked you for so long and he was relishing the noises you were making which was always his favourite song.

“Channie, please!” You begged in a whiny tone, making him chuckle, “Please what, little one? You have to tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” he kissed your shoulder blade before he focused his eyes on his two fingers and how they were rubbing your clit before he shoved them slowly into you, making your head fall forward.

“Oh no, no, no baby,” he laughed deeply, “you stay here while I play with you,” he harshly grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled your head back up, making you groan as he continued fingering your wet cunt.

Your toes curled and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt his thumb make contact with your clit, the nub already starting to stimulate just by the touch of his finger. You felt your clit throb against his fingers as he rubbed small circles on it, the rhythm in sync with the fingers he was pushing inside of you.

Your back flushed against his chest as you felt yourself getting closer to that sweet release of euphoria, your shaky breaths and whimpers getting muffled as you pressed the palm of your hand against your mouth. Just as you were approaching that all too familiar release, Chan pulled his hands away quickly.

"Channie!" You protested, reaching for his hands again, in your dumb doll state.

"Tch tch so impatient for me." Chan clicked his tongue, looking at you with dark eyes, "you'll get my cock darling don't worry."

"And I'll make sure everyone hears what sort of a needy cockdumb slut you are for me."

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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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astayinwonderland · 6 months

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a little channie smutty drable because ugh I can’t get enough of this man… {+18 MDNI}

Your eyes are shut as your moans fill the room as he fucks you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to be inside you. His cock entering you but not completely sliding out of you just to enter you again… again…again.

“Fuck, baby, fuck… you look so beautiful,” he says in between tiny moans.

You finally open your eyes to see Chan, brows knitted, plum lips parted, his face reflecting the peak of pleasure and his eyes reflecting pure love.

“I’m gonna cum if you look at me like that, baby—shit, you take me so good…s-so— g-good,” and he bites back his words as he tries not to cum before you.

“Dontstopdontstopdontstop,” your brain fogged, only him, only this moment in your mind. You cup his adoring face im your hands as you cry, cuming for him, your vision blurs after the intense moment.

“Yes, baby, oh-” Chan cums right after you. Deep, his seed filling you. “I love you, I love you, I lo…” his voice gets further and further.

“Baby?? Love??? Oh my gosh you scared me for a second there,” his eyes watery. “Are you okay?”

You wake up to Chan gently caressing your cheek.

You put your arms around his neck and bring him to your bare chest.

“I am more than okay, I am— that was… the best fucking orgasm of my life, Channie.”

He smiles, planting little kisses all over you.

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milkteabinniechan · 21 days

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♡ just so soft - chan

bf! channie solo <3 x afab reader ☕/m.list

warnings: masturbation, pillow humping, humiliation k!nk (sort of)

You've left your boyfriend all alone for the night and he really needs some release

I can't tonight, I'm working late. I'm sorry!

Chan was devastated. He had one hand on his phone and the other wrapped around his cock. Chan was desperate. You had made him desperate. Incredibly needy and eager for release. Only you could provide that sweet, all encompassing warmth that he craved. But he was alone. He was alone and unbelievably horny. He knew he would see you tomorrow. That brought him a miniscule amount of comfort. But there was still the issue of the pulsating appendage resting in his palm. He could jerk off. But the thought of you, the feeling of you. That was something that he yearned for. That was something his hand couldn’t give him.

He squirmed on the bed, rolling over onto his stomach. He stretched both his arms out in front of him. His phone bright in front of his face, still staring at your text. He smashed his face into his pillow and let out a frustrated groan. He wiggled again against the mattress. The feeling of the bed against his bare cock made his hips buck slightly. His head perked up in curiosity. Feels good, he thought.

Chan strong-armed his pillow and pulled it just below his chest. He let his hands glide over the soft fabric. So soft. He closed his eyes and pictured your skin, your face. He could imagine sliding off your clothes, watching the silky linen of your blouse brush against your hard nipples before dropping to the floor. He started to rut his hips into the mattress again, a tiny whimper breathing out between is teeth. Before he realized what was happening, his pillow was underneath his hips and his groin was grinding into it achingly slow.

Chan stopped himself immediately. He contemplated if he was desperate enough to do this. To even attempt to try this. But just as he was about to grab the pillow from beneath him and pull his pants back up, his phone buzzed.

Your contact photo lit up the screen. I’m sorry again, Channie. Do you miss me? :).

Chan stared to his phone, then crooked his neck down toward the pillow. Beneath his cock. Where you should be. You should be the one getting filled my his swollen shaft. His tip began to leak in desperation. He bit down on his bottom lip and closed his eyes tight.

Chan gradually started to push himself into the plush pillow. Little by little, he let his cock slide faster onto the smooth textile of the pillow. Moans began to pour out of his mouth at an embarrassing rate. He could hear himself, the pathetic noises he was making, but he couldn't stop. His hips picked up speed as the mattress started to squeak and shift from under him.

Chan could feel his orgasm growing as he buried his face and his cock in the bedding. He knew he was being too loud, his face grew red from the shame he was feeling. But somehow the shame and humiliation was making him harder.

Chan screamed out in earnest as his pulsating member emptied onto the pillowcase. He was everywhere. Semen had spread from the pillow to the bedsheets and even his t-shirt.

Oh, fuck! Chan thought as he quickly gathered up the evidence of his perverted display and threw it in his laundry basket. He sat back down on his bed and breathed heavy, still winded and a little light-headed. He peeked down at his now bare mattress. He felt his face turn red hot again.

“How embarrassing."

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christronomy · 3 months

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tw: somno

chan thinks you're just so cute when you're in that state between awake and asleep, drifting in and out of consciousness, cause you're just so needy that you can't stop squirming around in the bed or making cute little sounds. you're just a whining mess, like a puppy, and he finds that incredibly endearing. and he's always willing help you out, you know that. he just can't help it when you mumble his name so cutely, blindly reaching out for one of his hands to stuff it into your shorts, or attempting to grind against his cock or thigh. "needy lil thing," he'd mumble, his voice still hoarse from sleep, as he reaches into your shorts and presses his fingers onto your clit over your underwear, feeling how soaked the fabric already is, the way you let out a desperate little whimper making his cock stir. he just loves how responsive you are. "shh, just go back to sleep, baby. i'll take good care of you, trust," he'd say as he tugs your underwear to the side and carefully pushes his finger past your folds. somehow you clench around his fingers a lot tighter when you're like this, and you're just so sensitive, the way every little movement he makes gets you gushing around his fingers so quick has him hooked. he doesn't even know how he got into doing this in the first place, but there's just something about the way your orgasm shakes you awake that really gets him going, and he gets so antsy that he ends up cumming untouched. :( so he'll roughly shove your shorts down just enough to finish all over your ass or thighs!! ofc he's the sweetest boy ever so he'll talk you to sleep while cleaning you up! (and probably ends up jerking off to your sleeping form again anyway cause he can't help it ><)

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mykoreanlove · 1 month

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💔 pt.2

(in case you missed part 1) ➡️💔

„Channie, are you leaving me?“

Chan’s whole vibe changed in milliseconds, dropping from confusion to indifference.

„Yeah. I am“, he said flat.

Panic arose in your body, making your hands tremble with fear.

„What? Why?“

He pushed the bowl to the side and let out a deep sigh.

„It’s just like you said. I’m over you, y/n.“

Your heart was beating fast, matching the ringing in your ears.

„Is that all you have to say? You’re over me? Just like that?“

Your rage was fighting with the anxiety in your body, currently winning this battle of emotions.

Chan shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and explained himself, seeming utterly unfazed.

„What do you want me to say?“

Tears started to form in the brink of your eyes.

„Tell me the truth“, you whispered silently.

„Fine. Everything you said was true. My eyes don’t sparkle anymore when I look at you. It’s hard for me to face you at all. And I don’t laugh at your jokes anymore because I can’t stand you talking. It’s a nuisance, y/n.“

Each of his words hit you like a knife, stabbing your heart with venomous hate. The tears were falling by now, straining your cheeks and ruining your make up.

„And no, I don’t buy flowers for you anymore because they would rot away in your presence anyway. Same with dates, I don’t want to spend time with you. Or be even near your presence.“

His eyes were filled with pure hate, getting darker by the second.

„And as for sex? The mere thought of touching you disgusts me. You are repelling to me, y/n“, he finally spat out.

Chan just stood there and watched while you were sobbing, fighting to breathe, fighting to survive this hurt.

Then, he snorted, laughing at you with the utmost disgust.

You wiped away your tears and looked at him, eyes all puffy and red.

„You really are a great fucking actress“, Chan applauded.

You stopped crying instantly, dropping your farce.

„Did you really think I didn’t know you were fucking my friend behind my back?!“

Part 3 ➡️💔

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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 1: bang chan + praise

©straykeedz

tw: mentions of jealousy and insecurities; female anatomy; semi-clothed sex (reader is naked but chan keeps his clothes on); softdom!chan; nipple play; oral (f receiving); unprotected piv sex (don’t do that at home 🤨); light ass play (it’s barely even there honestly); creampie; aftercare ♡

wc: 3,1k

this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

smut below the cut, minors dni.

♡

“Look at me.”

Chan’s voice echoes in your room. He is kneeling between your legs, still completely dressed, with the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt rolled up his forearms as his hands rest on each of your knees. You’re on your back, laying on your bed, legs spread to welcome his body between them. You’re in only your underwear - your clothes scattered on the floor, but you couldn’t care less.

“Look at me.” Chan repeats, and you do as he says, snapping your head up to meet his eyes - dark with lust. His hands travel all over your thighs, gently squeezing the flesh with his fingers as he does so. “You were jealous tonight, weren’t you? Of that girl.”

To this day, Chan is still the only person who can read you like an open book. Even at the club, he immediately knew something was up with you - he could see it in the way you wouldn’t look him in the eyes, the way you’d bite your cheek nervously when he was talking to you. All because you were jealous of the girl he’d been talking with at that stupid party. It was a brief interaction, though it was enough to make your stomach twist nonetheless. You couldn’t help but compare her to you and damn - she was beautiful, and she looked just like Chan’s type.

You nod without uttering a single word, too embarrassed to voice your insecurities.

“There’s no need to be jealous, baby girl.” Chan speaks, and the pet name he calls you has you shivering under his soft touch, his hands glued to your skin. “I’m yours.”, he whispers.

Your breath hitches when you hear those words and tears well up in your eyes. You wish you weren’t so damn insecure. You lower your gaze, but Chan promptly places two fingers under your chin and lifts your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes once again. He’s smiling. Not a cocky smile, neither a smirk - a warm, sweet smile, the smile you love so much.

“Chan…”

“I’m yours.”, he repeats, taking your hand between his, before placing it on top of his chest. “Can you feel it?”, he asks, referring to his heartbeat. You nod, looking at him through your eyelashes. “It beats for you.”, he whispers. “Got it, baby girl?”, he asks.

You nod, looking him in the eyes - he knows you’re being honest. “You know my heart beats for you only, too.”, you murmur, not taking your eyes off of him.

He smiles at you, leaning in to kiss your lips - a chaste kiss despite you being half naked under him. “I know, baby.”, he nuzzles your nose with his, then pecks your lips once again. “We’re soulmates.”, his words make your stomach twist - this time, with joy. “That’s why there’s no need to be jealous.”, he points out and you know he’s right, it’s just… insecurities are a bitch, and there isn’t much you can do about it.

“I know, Chan, it’s just…”, you mumble, lowering your gaze.

“It’s just?”, he encourages you. He hates not knowing what’s going on in your mind, especially if it’s important enough to make you feel this way.

“I guess I’ve been feeling a bit more insecure lately…”, you admit with a sigh, still not looking at him.

He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows. “More insecure?”, he asks, stressing the first word. “Why are you feeling insecure in the first place, baby?”, he asks, tone soothing and sincerely concerned.

“Because you’re you and I’m… me.”, you simply state.

Chan chuckles, shaking his head. “What does this even mean?”, he asks. He doesn’t want to come off as disrespectful towards you - he just genuinely can’t comprehend why on earth would you feel insecure about yourself when you look insanely gorgeous in his eyes.

“You’re perfect, Chan. Handsome, fit, charming…”, you whine. “And I look like this.”, you cover your face with both of your hands.

“Yeah, like a fucking goddess.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”, you whisper, not convinced at all by his words.

But Chan’s not having this tonight, so he delicately wraps his fingers around your wrists and removes your hands from your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “I’m saying it because I mean it.”, he states, dead serious, piercing eyes staring into yours. “You’re fucking beautiful. Understood?”, he asks you, fingers still around your wrists.

You gulp, swallowing the lump in your throat as you nod slowly.

“Good.”, he grins. He lets go of your wrists and his fingers immediately go to the button of his jeans, undoing it pretty quickly, then he unzips them. “Now - I’m going to give you the fucking of your life.”

Your eyes widen and you can feel wetness pool in your underwear, goosebumps all over your skin as you watch him pull his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard cock, not even bothering to slide them down the curve of his ass as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his bare chest.

“Panties and bra.”, his voice vibrates in his chest. “Off.”, he demands with a grunt.

You hook your thumbs on each side of your panties and slowly begin to pull them down your legs, lifting your ass in order to remove them completely, kicking them off for good, revealing your bare pussy to him - a mouthwatering sight that, Chan is pleased to certify, never fails to amaze him. Then, you sit on the mattress and unclasp your bra, and now that you find yourself so close to his hard dick, you stretch your hand to wrap your fingers around its thick base, but Chan is faster and halts your movements.

“Not tonight.”, he shakes his head as a no. “Tonight’s about you. Now lie down for me, baby girl.”

His body is immediately on yours, and he wastes no time in latching his mouth to the skin of your neck, humming and grunting when he hears you moan and whine under his touch. Then, he cups one of your breasts with the palm of his hand.

“Fucking perfect.”, he moans against your skin as he delicately pinches your nipple. Meanwhile, his teeth delicately scrape the soft flesh of your collarbone. “You’ve got the prettiest tits.”, he kisses and licks the skin between your boobs as he continues to play with your nipple, earning a series of whines from you. “So pretty.”, he murmurs as his mouth gets closer and closer to your other breast, a few inches away from your neglected nipple.

“Chan.”, you whine when he latches his mouth to your nipple, engulfing it between his plump lips as he sucks on it. He sucks and sucks and sucks - and then he bites, making you see stars as you can feel yourself clenching around nothing, pussy so wet you’re sure you’re dripping on the sheets.

“You like it when I play with your pretty tits, don’t you?” Chan teases - he already knows the answer, but you nod anyway, biting your lower lip as he takes your nipple back in his wet mouth, licking and sucking as if his life depended on it, as if it’s his fucking job.

“Mhhh, fuck.” Chan moans, pulling away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to it. “Gonna make you cum just from this - from me sucking on your tits.”, he announces before engulfing your nipple with his plump lips, tongue delicately swirling around it as his fingers keep on playing with your other one.

He knows you can cum just from that - you already have with him, and he knows what to do to send you over the edge in record time. So you fall apart under his touch with a guttural grunt less than a couple of minutes later, toes curling as you cum - Chan’s fingers pinching one nipple and his plump lips suck on the other one, teeth occasionally scraping the surface of your sensitive skin.

“Chan…”, you whimper as you find your release.

“You’re so hot when you cum for me, baby girl.” Chan praises you as he lets go of your nipples while you’re trying to catch your breath. “The most beautiful sight.”

“Chan, baby…”, you whine, cupping his face in both of your hands. “Want you.”

He’s absolutely in love with how desperate you’re sounding right now, but God knows he’s not done with you yet. Not even remotely close to being done with you. He wants you to know how much he loves you and your body, how much you turn him on, how you have him wrapped around your fingers. He needs you to know.

“Not yet, baby.”, he pecks your lips as he props himself up on his elbow, his other hand brushing the skin of your body all the way from your breast to your pubic bone, right on your groin. “Think you can give me another one?”, he nuzzles your nose with his.

You nod timidly, and you think he’s about to make you cum on his fingers, when you feel him lift his body and kneel between your legs - hard cock looking painfully red and leaking pre-cum - before laying flat on his stomach right between your legs to the point he’s basically making eye-contact with your wet pussy. Oh.

Chan is a big fan of oral sex - whether it is receiving it or giving it, even though he doesn’t please you with his mouth as much as he’d like to, mostly because you get impatient and practically beg him to fuck you already. Tonight, tho, he’s not giving in, no matter how much you beg him. Tonight you’re going to cum on his tongue and then he’s going to fuck you.

“The prettiest pussy.”, he comments, as the pads of his fingers delicately brush against the skin of your labia. “My pussy.”, he grunts, eyes lock on your clit that’s basically screaming for attention.

He contemplates the idea of teasing you, but then decides he’ll leave that for another time, because it’s not what tonight’s about. So, without uttering another word, he licks a long stripe that goes from your wet slit to your clit - pleased with the way you whine and kick your head back as you grip on the bedsheets.

“Fuck.”, you moan when he repeats the previous action, only this time you don’t kick your head back - instead, you make eye-contact with him as he licks you clean from your previous orgasm.

“Mhh, so sweet too.”, he hums against your skin as he swallows your arousal. “I love to taste you. I love to get my mouth on you, promise you’ll let me do this more often.”, he places a kiss directly on your clit, making you squirm under his touch.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”, you pant when he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub, pleased with your answer. He lets go of your clit only to dampen his lips by licking them, and then he’s back to sucking on your most delicate spot, knowing it drives you crazy.

“Good girl.”, he praises, now playing with your clit using the tip of his skilled tongue, making you see stars. “This is my pussy.”, he sucks - hard. “Only I get to pleasure you this way, right?”, he rhetorically asks, and sucks again.

“Yours. Only you.”, you pant, mind blank as you try to fight the urge to cum on his tongue - you want this to last a little more, but the way he’s now licking your pussy tells you he wants to get you off as soon as possible.

He eats you out as if it’s his last meal. He alternates long sucks on your clit with kitten licks, then lets the tip of his tongue do the rest, and you can already feel your second orgasm building up in your stomach. With another hard suck on your clit, you fall apart under him for the second time, chanting his name like a prayer as you release, a bit of your arousal dripping onto the sheets, but Chan is quick to lick them clean, savoring your taste and swallowing gladly.

“Liked it?” Another rhetorical question, since he can see your legs are practically shaking - a clear sign you enjoyed his mouth on you.

“Loved it.”, you respond, and he smiles at you - chin glistening with your cum.

“Good.”, he kneels between your legs and wraps his slender fingers around his cock, stroking it a couple of times and smearing his own arousal all over his pink tip. “Now turn around.”

You gulp, eyes widening as soon as you hear those words. “What?”

“Turn around.”, he repeats. “Face down, ass up. I reckon I promised you the fucking of your life, didn’t I?”, he smirks.

You do as he demanded, mouth watering at the thought of your sweet Chan giving it to you good from behind. You should feel at least a little embarrassed to be completely naked and on full display in front of him, who’s still fully clothed behind you, but you don’t. In fact, you couldn’t care less as both your mouth and pussy are drooling in anticipation. Somehow, the fact that his clothes are still on makes it even more exciting.

“So obedient. My sweet girl.” Chan comments as he positions himself behind you, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance, kissing your slit. One hand wraps around the base of his thick cock, while he grips on your waist with the other, keeping you in place.

He’s delicate when he pushes inside - knowing that you’re a lot more sensitive from this angle, and that you can feel him even deeper. Perhaps this is the reason why he chose this position, perhaps he wants you to feel all of him. There’s nothing you can do to prevent the guttural sound that escapes your throat when he’s fully buried inside of you, and you swear you can feel its very tip kissing your cervix from this angle.

“You good?” Chan asks, whimpering, as he grabs your hips with his other hand as well. He wants to make sure he’s not hurting you in any way.

“Good. Full.”, is all you’re able to say.

He chuckles. “You feel so good around me, baby.”, he moans, starting to thrust back and forth inside of you at a steady rhythm. “Take my cock so well.”, he praises you, gripping tighter on your hips.

The slapping sounds of skin against skin soon fill your bedroom, and you’re both left incapable of speaking for a while - him, too blessed with the feeling of having your tight walls wrapped around him, you with how good his cock is pounding inside of you.

“Feels so big inside of me, Chan.”, you pant, gripping on the sheets so tight he can see your knuckles turn white.

See, Chan is a sucker for praise. He loves praising you, but when you praise him? God, have mercy on him. He starts pounding inside of you even faster now, however not too roughly. “Yeah? You like my cock?”, he asks breathless - hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he thrusts relentlessly.

“I love it.”, you purr, and you can feel him twitch inside of you - a signal he’s close. “It’s so perfect, Chan. It’s big and long and thick and-“

“Fuck.”, he curses, thrusting a bit harder - his balls slapping against your clit. “I love your pussy so much, baby.”, he pants. “I love you so fucking much.”, the words roll off his tongue easily and almost automatically, a sign he’s being honest.

“I love you too.”, you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, mouth agape as he slides his cock in and out of you relentlessly. “Yeah, give it to me like that.”, you purr.

You see him biting his lower lip, eyes closed. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”, a particular hard thrust makes you moan in pure pleasure. “Make me so hard all the time.” Chan starts to ramble. “Even tonight, fuck. I got so hard while looking at you. You were so beautiful in that dress. You’re always beautiful.”

You can already feel another orgasm building up in your stomach - thanks to his amazing cock and his words, a deadly combination. “Chan, you’re gonna make me cum.”, you announce with a moan, your walls squeezing him even tighter to the point he finds it hard to move inside of you.

“Again?”, he asks, a bit surprised. Three times in one sitting is not a record for the two of you, but it’s also not that common as well, so he’s proud with himself.

“Mh-hm.”, you hum. “Cock’s too good.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m close, too. Cum for me. Give me another one.”, desperation in his voice as his hips move more frantically now, cock throbbing inside of you.

What sends you over the edge, tho, is when he taps your other hole with the pad of his thumb - not sliding it in, just brushing your rim with it and occasionally tapping on the sensitive flesh. That has you cumming in record time, squeezing him so hard it almost hurts as you cream around his length, which is what sends him over the edge as well.

“God, I’m- I’m cumming, fuck.”

He spills inside of you with a deep, hoarse grunt, gripping tight on your waist as he shoots all of his load in your pussy, careful not to waste a single drop, still buried deep inside of you. It takes him a few seconds to come off his intense high, and eventually he loosens the grip on your hips and begins to pull out, watching mesmerized as his cum mixed with yours starts dripping out of your hole - still so tight even after what you just did. He delicately taps you on the flesh of your ass, motioning for you to lie down on your stomach and just relax - he knows your legs must be probably sore.

He disappears from the bedroom only to come back a few seconds later with a wet washcloth, then lies down on the bed next to you and brings it between your legs to clean you up from both yours and his body fluids, careful not to overstimulate you as he peppers your shoulder with soft kisses.

“I love you so much…”, he whispers against your skin.

“I love you too.”, you murmur, shifting on the bed only to bury your face in his neck, nuzzling your nose against his skin.

“Promise me you won’t feel insecure ever again.”, he kisses the top of your head. You can’t promise him that - it’s not something you have control over. You gulp, swallowing the lump in your throat, but don’t answer him. He sighs. “At least, promise me that every time you feel insecure, you’ll tell me. So that I can prove you how much I love you.” That you can do. “Deal?”

You nod, a smile spreads on your face. You place a kiss on his chest.

“Deal.”

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wonuvs · 1 month

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"its my thigh or nothing, i m not helping you get off" with SKZ chan, him guiding you on his thigh, moving your hips and whispering in your ears, growling and groaning cause he knows how much like to hear him. him tightening his thigh and js everything about and thigh riding AGFHDJDJ

MINORS PISS OFF. tags: chan x afab!reader + thigh riding, orgasm denial, dumbification, edging

“it's my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off.”

his words echo in your head, alongside his name and the sound of his groans and growls and... yeah, well, that's pretty much it. you're already fucked out in the best way possible.

droplets of sweat slowly drip down your forehead with your every shakey moan, and chan shivers at how he can practically feel your pussy clench and pulse against his thigh, its vibrations easily reaching his strained, stiff cock, begging to be freed and buried in your warmth, to pound and rearrange your insides like you're both used to, to fill you up and bring you to heaven—but the ego boost he's getting from seeing your eyes glaze over with tears, from the feeling of your drooling cunt making a mess on his thigh just from a little bit of grinding is mindblowing.

chan relishes in your stuttered sounds, in the way you gasp like a fish out of water as your fists ball his black t-shirt sticking to him like a second skin, in the way your poor, poor clit drags over your ruined cotton panties and the rough fabric of his jeans, making you dizzy with pleasure, making you spout out nonesense, “cha—ah... nnie, I- I am... I-- uhm, I thin-nk? I,” you shake your head, trying so so hard to collect your thoughts and say a coherent sentence, but with your nub being constantly stimulated, with your hips still being rocked back and forth, with his mouth letting out the filthiest of groans and words right into your ear, all that come out are breaths and gasps, and suddenly, your bottom lip starts to tremble, frustrated with yourself.

his heart melts at your adorable face, and a fake pout makes its way on his face, his mouth now sucking on your earlobe. “what, pretty? too fucked out to speak?” he grunts, squeezing your hips, putting more pressure on them before flexing his thigh repeatedly. a high-pitched moan of yours fills his studio, and he smirks, looking down at his soaked gray sweatpants and your underwear sticking to your cunt, the fabric now translucent. “'boutta cum?”

you whimper and nod, tears running down your cheeks when he angles your hips so your throbbing clit can grind just right on the flexed muscle of his thigh. “p-please! I, I've been s' go-”

“but you look so pretty like this... hold it for me a little more, will you?”

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minhosimthings · 4 months

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Symphony Smut Series Day 16: Todrick Hall's Both

Lyric: I can make you moist or I can make you fire.

Pairings: Minho × fem!reader × Chan

Warnings: Smut MINORS DNI, oral ( f recieving), poly relationship, dom! Minho, dom!Chan, sub!reader, fingering, double penetration, p in v sex, rough sex, dirty talk, mean dom Minho, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, anal sex eyy, dacryphillia

A/N: and it is the second threesome of this series. I love that you guys loved the first threesome so much so I made another one with Minho and Channie, aka my husbands.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Living with two boyfriends had been a much livelier experience than you would had initially thought. Or maybe perhaps it was because they were Minho and Chan was what made it lively.

They were completely opposite to each other in all aspects. Which especially showed in the bedworks.

Minho was your drug for slavery while Chan was your poison for salvation.

Their duality was what turned you on, they could call you their little princess and give you as much pleasure as you wanted or they could tell you that you're their slut, with a pussy made only for them.

So it was no surprise that when you got mad with one, you went to another.

And on one fine Tuesday evening that's exactly what happened.

"Princess are you alright?" Chan peeked his head around the door, his eyes taking time to adjust to the dim light. His ears were working though, and your sobs broke his heart. He didn't like it when you argued with Minho. He knew both of you were competitive, and competition never lead to much success, it usually led to tears and ignoring.

"If he sent you here-" you hiccuped, looking up at Chan, "Tell him I'm never going to talk to him again."

"You're so adorable." Chan chuckled, leaning into you kiss you, his hands on your hips, "How about a little session hmm? To get your mind off things?"

"What if he hears?"

“Minho has in headphones in” he breathes out, slowly leaning in to kiss you. you meet him halfway, lips colliding against one another as his hand starts to trail down the curve of your waist. He pulls apart for a second, placing a quick peck before he speaks again. “He won't hear what he's missing.”

Chan makes quick work of the pants you had on, tearing them down your thighs as his primal instincts starts to kick in. In seconds, his head is buried in between your thighs, nose pressed against your clit.

“darling-“ he breathes out, absolutely in awe of how delicious you’re going to taste for him right now. “this is…” he trails off, unsure if words could describe how much this means to him.

“Never seen you so speechless before.” You tease, trying not to squirm under his gaze, his eyes locked onto the wet slick pooling at your entrance.

“What can i say?” he presses a kiss just above your clit, eyes darting up to yours. “I like having you all to myself.”

You open your mouth to retort but his tongue catches your throbbing nub first, sending a jolt throughout your body. After that first taste, he’s gone. completely lost in you and the frenzy begins.

He tosses your leg over his shoulder, angling himself to get deeper. His tongue delves back into you and you feel him everywhere. It’s enough to arch your back, your fingers clawing in his hair. He grunts approvingly into your messy cunt, licking up every little speck of drink he can get his mouth on.

Each precise stroke of his tongue has you unraveling in his hold, undoubtedly gushing more of your essence on his eagerly awaiting mouth. He was practically moaning now, the vibrations shooting throughout your body. He breaks for air for a moment, licking his lips and looking up to you.

It’s all too much and you’d be lying if you said his enthusiasm wasn’t the driving force towards your release. you’d never been with a man so desperate for your taste, especially when you were in this state.

Your back starts to arch off the bedroll, reeling in the pleasure that’s about to snap. The coil shatters into a thousand pieces as you dig your fingers into his curls once again. You don’t know if you were loud or not, you don’t know anything as a white veil had taken up your vision, pleasure coursing through your veins as your blood pounds within your ears.

It takes a few moments for you to come back down to reality, your head swimming in the pleasure Chan hurtled you in. You watch as he places one last kiss against your cunt, slowly backing up on his haunches.

"Having fun there aren't you?"

Oh fucking no

You snapped your head up to look at the doorway, where your eyes fell on the image of Minho, casually leaning against the door, shit eating smirk on his face.

"Want a taste? Im done." Chan got off the bed and plopped onto the nearby armchair.

"So the plan did work." Minho chuckled, taking off his jacket, and striding across the room, looking at your confused figure with bedroom plan.

"What fucking plan?" You spat with venom in your tone, making Minho click his tongue together.

"Chan offered to help me after our little 'argument'." Minho dipped the bed down with his weight, "And let's just say, now that you're all riled like our pretty princess-" he took off his belt, "You won't refuse my fingers will you?"

"Fuck you Lee Minho, and you too." You directed the last part at Chan who merely shrugged his shoulders, and lounged on the armchair.

You gasped as Minho cupped your pussy, involuntarily clenching around nothing and feeling a gush of wetness spilling as your body reacted in anticipation.

"Aww did you miss me that much?

“Use your fingers properly and find out.”

Your taunt didn’t go amiss. “Not even a sorry?,” he said, arrogance dripping from each word.

Much to your frustration, your hips rolled into his touch, silently wishing he would stop avoiding your swell. Minho's hands worked quickly to unbutton your shirt. You knew all too well that you’d feel his cock hard enough if he was already this eager to expose your breasts. Your nipples quickly hardened and you rolled your hips once more, causing one of his fingers to slide inside.

It was the vicious clenches around his finger that snapped him out of it and his lustful eyes met yours. “Give me one reason not to slide out of you.”

"Chan's cock is getting hard and you don't want to disappoint him do you? He is the favourite in this relationship right?" You grumbled, feeling Minho's finger slide across your pussy. You tried your hardest not to moan.

Minho threw a glance at Chan who was chuckling behind his fingers, his cock almost bursting through his trousers.

A second finger slithered past your tightness and he brought his lips to your ear. “you're right. He is my favourite, but he doesn't have a pussy like yours does he?”

Your whimpers increased in intensity and you looped your arms around his neck for added support, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. The new angle allowed him to go knuckle-deep and you shuddered as his strained erection pressed against his hand nudged him even deeper.

He groaned first, clearly enjoying the newfound friction, and you clenched hard at how his face twisted in pleasure. His lips brushed against yours this time, dragging his fingers back as you clenched desperately around him.

“What happened darling?” he taunted as you tried to have him back inside, your hips following his retreating hand. “That desperate for my fingers?”

You whined in response, frustrated that you were now faced with an agonising emptiness.

“Look princess” he continued, sliding one finger back inside, but not quite deep enough to fully satisfy you. “I can be quite greedy when I want to.”

“But what?” you groaned, trying to have him sink deeper to no avail.

He placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back. “But I am willing to share you with Chan for a bit.”

The moans and whimpers and gasps that slipped from you were being effectively muffled, the third finger nudged at your entrance and you could only roll your eyes shut as your bit hard around your tongue to not give him the satisfaction.

“Surely you can take one more,” he teased, his voice low. It slid inside painfully slowly and the stretch had you gasping.

The combination of being so full of him and how he allowed you to rub your clit on his palm was too much. The lewd sounds were almost too obscene and you gripped both hands together, holding onto the remainder of the sanity you had left.

For a brief moment, he allowed you to ride three of his fingers, giving you the illusion that you’d reach your peak easily and rather quickly. His generosity came to an abrupt halt just as you felt the familiar coil down below becoming more and more overwhelming, your body quickly reaching the point of no return.

And then you felt a painful emptiness as he pulled out from you at once.

He chuckled when you groaned in sheer frustration, looking over at Chan and giving him a smirk too.

Of course. He was a sadist.

“Now, now,” he tutted, caressing your flushed cheek with his thumb, a single tear streaming down your face. “You didn’t think I would be that generous , did you?”

"Fuck you both so much."

"Well if you say so doll." Chan shrugged his shoulders again and got up, getting onto the bed as well.

"Only if she stays silent though." Minho chuckles like a madman. Fuck you, you thought, but you couldn't get the words out.

Chan removes his underwear, and you suddenly don’t feel so sure that you can take anymore. “i-I” you can’t get the words out as a moan slips from your lips, when he enters you in one thrust. Your head falls back and your eyes close at the feeling of his thick length inside you. Had he always been this big?

“Fuck you're tight” Chan groans. “oh fuck” you breath feeling too full and overwhelmed already, and he hasn’t even moved yet. “How does she feel?" Minho asks Chan “So. Fucking. Tight” he groan as he slowly starts moving.

“oh fuuuck” you moan, unable to stay silent. Your hands search for something to hold on to, and they reach Chan's dark curls “Does it feel good darling?” Minho whispers in your ear as he stretches your ass with his fingers.

“f-fuck y-yes” you breath out as Chan picks up speed. “hmm you like Chan fucking you while I stretch your ass?”. “Yes” you moan again. “Good girl, look how well you’re taking us”

Chan groans as he picks up speed, hitting that one spot inside you that makes you scream. Minho’s hand clamps over your mouth again “what did I say about keeping silent darling?” he says mockingly.

“Fuck you're ready to come again aren’t you, I feel you fucking clamping on my fingers” he groans. “please” you beg them, but the sound is muffles by Minho's hand. “what was that darling….you want it harder and…deeper?” Minho says mockingly. “I think she said she wants it harder Chan.” he says. you try to shake your head, it’s already to much but Chan picks up speed even faster and Minho pushes a third finger in your ass. You come so hard you see stars. But both men don’t stop. No, they continue their ungodly rhythm.

You close your eyes enjoying the feeling. Your eyes shoot open when you feel Chan’s cock move through your folds. "Channie..” you gasps as he puts himself against your entrance.

“you wanted us both, so you get us both” he says darkly before he slowly thrusts inside you. Your vision blurs at the overwhelming fullness you feel. “fuck I can fucking feel you” Minho mutters to Chan.

“fuck” Chan groans in response. You already feeling another orgasm rise. “please…please” you have no idea what you’re begging for, the stimulation overwhelming you. “cum for us” Chan orders as he starts moving in and out of you again. You’re so close, you’re almost there.

Minho lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him, kissing him deeply. “No, I can’t. please” you beg. “You can do one more darling”

“hmmhhmmm f-ffuuuckk” you have no idea where the sounds are coming from that leave you, and who might hear. But you’re too far gone to care. You only feel them. Chan and Minho as they thrust in and out of your holes in a brutal pace.

“oh fuck…FUCK!” you scream out as yet another orgasm breaks you. you feel Chan and Minho come inside you almost at the same time. You have no idea if your still coming or if it’s another orgasm.

The room is filled with sounds of heavy panting as Minho and Chan slowly pull out, leaving you empty and exhausted.

"Princess?" Minho asks uncertainly, "you alright?"

"I'll forgive you if both of you do that everyday." You breathe out, being wrapped safely into Chan's arms.

"Well if you say so." Minho chuckled and smirked at Chan, who smiled back and wraped both of you tighter into a cocoon of comfort and horniness.

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