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thefantasyden · 1 month

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Needy Mutts

Pairing: Han + F Reader + Chan

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: Puppy play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Dom Chris, Puppy Switch Sungie, double creampie, cum eating, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, marking, filthy dirty talk, some degradation, lots of praise, gets gentle in the end then is filthy again, slight dub con in the beginning? (established dynamic), mention of nipple play maybe?

Word Count: 2570

Summary: FILTHY Puppies jisung and Reader put on a show for their Daddy.

He couldn’t resist. You were laying on the floor scrolling through apps on your phone, completely unaware of Jisung's eyes devouring you. The underwear you had on was clinging to the outline of your pussy, highlighting your puffy lips and before he could stop himself, he was reaching out from where he sat against the couch, his arms slipping under your thighs as he move to lay on his tummy, tugging the thin fabric that was covering your core to the side so that he could lick one firm strip along your pretty pussy.

“Sungie! What are you-“

A growl vibrates against the flesh of your ass as his teeth sink into it, warning you to keep quiet and let him do as he pleases. You were the more submissive of the two of you, and he knew you’d do anything he wanted you to when you were unsupervised.

“You looked so good laying there like that.” He mumbles against your skin, lips pressing against every inch he can find. “Practically begging me to take you.”

You whimpered quietly, head falling into your hands as he lapped at your wet cunt in long, languid strokes, nibbling your thighs occasionally. You can’t help but to yelp when his thumb slides down your slit to rub circles at your clit as he continues teasing your hole with his tongue, feeling the muscles spasm as his tongue circles you.

“Daddy wouldn’t be very happy with you right now, would he?” His breath is warm against your pussy and you can only whimper in response, thoughts flooding your head of what Chris would say when he found out you were so easily influenced by Jisungs advances.

He was playing with you, working you up so that he could physically see the way your pussy was dripping for him, new waves of slick coating you just for him to lap them up like he had been lost in the desert for days and you were his oasis.

“Being so good. Letting me play with your little cunt when you know Daddy says we aren’t supposed to do this alone.

“That’s never stopped you before!” You whine with a pout before your eyes are wide, both of your heads whipping toward the door as you hear the distinct squeak of it’s hinges, Chris standing in the door way with an amused smirk on his face as he watches a very brief look of fear, followed by thought before Jisung chooses to dive back in, devouring you like a starved man with his only goal being to make you moan as loud as he could in front of your Owner.

Chris isn’t surprised, shaking his head as he kicks the door closed, slipping out of his coat and making his way to the couch behind where you’re spread on the floor, settling in as he watches the filthy show playing out in front of his eyes.

“Look at my horny little mutts.” He muses to himself, raising an eyebrow when he hears Jisung growl against your cunt. “Couldn’t even go a few hours without getting yourselves in trouble, could you.” It’s not so much a question as it is a statement of the obvious, considering this was a constant occurrence for you two.

Jisung audibly whines against your pussy, aroused by the degrading words of your Dom whilst simultaneously feeling possessive over his favourite plaything. Nobody in their right mind would expect him to keep his needy hands off you when you’re always so ready and eager to please him.

He slips two fingers into your leaking cunt, pressing down against your gspot as he sits up on his calves, rolling his eyes even though the man behind you couldn’t see it. All Chris could see was your hips pressing up to meet Jisungs fingers as you fall over the thin line between needy and desperate, only thinking about your need to be filled.

“What do you expect? Poor puppy is always wet and ready to be fucked. You’re not taking care of her, so I have to do it myself.” His words have a subtle bite to them, his free hand gripping your ass firm enough to make you hiss in pain.

Chris scoffs out a laugh, a dangerous smile tugging at his lips. “You think you’re so tough, don’t you? Think you’re such a stud, hm?” He’s taunting the younger boy, but he knows their true goal is a shared one. To have you falling apart entirely for their pleasure. He was rarely one to punish his pets for being such needy sluts. Truthfully, that’s exactly how he liked them.

“Prove it, then.” He eggs the younger boy on, his own hand slides down his body, connecting with his hard cock over his jeans and moving at an almost painfully slow pace, teasing himself as he palmed his cock through the rough fabric, his lip tugged between his teeth to suppress his groaning. “You have a pretty bitch laid out and desperate for your cock. Show us how much of a stud you are.” His voice has a roughness to it that registers even through the fog clouding your mind and it has you gasping a little louder, Jisung pulling his fingers from your aching pussy so that he can shove them into his own mouth, carefully cleaning them off before he slides them down your back, admiring the way his saliva glistens against your unmarked skin.

“Show me how well you can fuck our needy slut.” Chris puts a little extra emphasis on the degrading word for your benefit and his taunting has the desired effect, Jisung feeling his breath catch in his throat as he tugs his briefs down, Looking back at Chris and holding eye contact as he blindly teases your pussy with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down your slit to get himself nice and wet before he presses it inside of you slowly, head thrown back against his own will as he feels the way your walls flutter as he sinks into you. He was always a little thicker than you could handle even at his size and you’re gripping at the plush rug that cushions your body against the wooden floor, the slight stretch forcing any remaining thought from your mind so that all that remains is your need to be filled and used by your favourite men.

Jisung doesn’t hesitate to press one of his palms between your shoulders, holding you down as you wriggle to try and get more of him inside you. It truly feels like forever before he’s seated flush against your ass, taking a moment to savour how well you take him in before he begins thrusting into you. He wants to tease you, to take it slow, but he can’t make himself be patient when your cunt is clinging to him, clenching around his length and begging him to pound into you.

He sets just enough of a rhythm to ensure it feels good for you, but his thrust are far from smooth as he fucks into you like he’s never felt pussy before, always losing any semblance of his composure when he has you. It was the only real evidence that he was as desperate and clumsy as you were.

“Feels good, doesn’t it Sungie? Bet she’s so tight around your cock huh? Poor thing. She’s so wet you can barely keep it in.” Chris has his zipper down at this point, cock free from his boxers and standing to attention as he fucks his fist slowly, his grip firm as he tries to mimic the way your cunt grips him when he fucks you.

“You just like watching me use her little cunt.” Jisung spits, trying to stop himself from rambling and failing miserably when he feels and hears how you react, your moans sounding pornographic as you move a hand to your chest to play with one of your nipples. You were so desperate to be touched and it made him cave almost instantly. He lets the words spill out of his mouth uncensored for your pleasure, finding himself eager to make you feel as good as he was feeling in that moment. “You love how fucking filthy she looks when she’s filled with my cum. How nasty it sounds when you finally shove your cock in her once I’m done with her holes. Fuck. Daddy. She’s so fucking wet. Feels too good. God. Need to ruin her. Please”

Both men are groaning, moans flowing freely from each one of you as you’re fucked dumb on Jisungs pretty cock, Chris moving from the couch to kneel in front of you, your tongue lolling out of your mouth when you see his cock in all it’s glory right at the perfect level for you to take it into your mouth. You knew better, of course, and would never dare to touch his cock without his permission.

“I think she wants you to ruin her, Sungie.” He coos, petting your hair gently before his fingers grab a handful. He’s only holding your head still, not tugging at all as he taps the head of his cock against your tongue, smiling sweetly as your drool for him, spit dripping down onto the carpet. You’re so fucked out at this point that you’re thanking them for being so good to you, grateful for their undivided attention.

“Dumb puppy likes to be fucked full, don’t you baby? Does it make you feel good when Sungie uses you like you’re a worthless toy? You like being our pretty fleshlight?” You try desperately to nod but the grip on your hair prevents movement and you can’t speak to answer when Chris is pressing his cock into your mouth.

“That’s our good puppy.” His voice is proud as he holds you still, not moving his hips. He lets you tease his tip with your tongue, knowing you love the feeling of having something in your mouth even more when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Gonna cum. Please. Please let me cum!” Jisung is a mess behind you, his thrust uneven and the hand on your hip digging in painfully as he moves his other from between your shoulders to the side of your neck, Chris moving his hand from your hair to allow Jisung to pull you back flush against his body, his mouth connecting with your neck to leave dark bruises, marking you possessively. He was still capable of just enough thought to stick to one side, aware that Chris would want to mark the other himself.

“So fucking pretty taking my cock. Such a tight little pussy. She takes me so fucking well, Daddy. She’s so good for us.” The words flood your ears and you clench around him intentionally, catching him off guard as his hips press hard against you, his cum filling you deep as he pants, Chris catching your lips in a tender kiss as tears prick the corner of your eyes.

Jisung is panting, struggling to catch his breath as he holds you close, eventually letting you fall forward into your Dom’s arms. He only gets a few minutes of peace before he’s being pushed away from you gently, the older boy carefully picking you up so that he can lay you on the couch and position himself over you, his pants being pushed down just a little more to avoid the uncomfortable friction of jeans rubbing against your thighs where he settles between them.

“You did so good baby. Do you think you can take a little more?” your eyes are wide and your hands are gripping his shirt, the tears now flowing freely down your cheeks. You’re pleading for him to touch you, whining to have your Daddy fill you. You could never have one of them without the other and not feel empty still after. You needed them both.

Jisung is crouched beside you now, kissing your cheeks sweetly and petting your hair as Chris drags his cock through the cum that was leaking out of you, pushing it back in as he buried his cock inside of you. He was bigger than Jisung, but you were too fucked out at this point to feel anything but pure ecstasy. Being the centre of attention always made you feel out of control and overwhelmed and they were ready and willing to soothe you, Chris pressing gentle kisses to your lips, trading off occassionally to nip at your neck just hard enough to leave marks as he rolls his hips against your own, ensuring he was fucking you nice and deep. He always wanted to take his time with you.

“You’re so good to us baby.” He coo’s between kisses, Jisung massaging your scalp firmly making you sigh with joy. “You’ve been so good for us lately. Our sweet puppy. We love you so fucking much.” His thrust become harder, keeping the same slow pace as he grinds against your gspot with intention, urging you to cum for him. He always made sure your orgasm was reserved for him, knowing that Sungie was always too eager to be able to fuck you through it properly.

He can tell my the pitch of your moans and the way you dig your nails into his hip that you want to cum, grabbing Jisungs hand and bringing it down so that he could rub circles against your clit, watching your tongues meet as he focused on keeping himself calm so that he could give you what you deserve.

“Will you cum for Daddy? I wanna watch you cum for him, Puppy. Wanna see you cum on our Daddys cock.” Jisung is whispering between messy kisses, your hands switching constantly between grabbing at Jisungs shirt and gripping Chris hip as he fucks you.

They’re both whispering filthy praises to you and your high hits you without warning, your back arching as you keen, whimpering like a hurt puppy as you’re flooded with emotion. Chris laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hand up to his mouth so that he can kiss your fingers as he fucks you through your orgasm, cooing softly when you start writhing from the overstimulation as he chases his own release.

“Doin’ so well. You can take it baby, I know you can. Just a lil more. You take Daddys cock so well, angel.” His voice is rougher and he’s lost a little of the calm demeanour he usually holds, groaning something filthy when Jisung manages to find a position that allows his tongue just enough room to lap gently at your clit which makes you squeeze the other man even tighter.

It doesn’t take long for Chris to feel his own orgasm ripping through his body, groaning and whispering his thank you’s, watching cum drip down to your ass when he pulls out. You’re crying and wriggling, the pleasure having been almost too much for you to handle.

He can’t help but feel overwhelmed with love and pride, kissing you before he whispers that he’ll be right back, leaving to get a damp cloth to clean you up just a little bit before he makes you shower.

He’s only gone for 2 minutes, and that’s all it takes for Jisung to settle himself between your thighs again, ignoring your pained begging as he tastes the mixture of their cum covering his tongue, shoving it inside you in an attempt to get more.

“I can’t leave you alone for even a second, can I?”

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baby-yongbok · 2 months

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Okay, so Chan is being a brat on Bubble rn, pretending that we wanna break up with him. (Who's really the delulu one here?) But my imagination is running WILD, so hear me out..

[Hard Thought - MDNI]

What if he's just beaming at his phone right now. Watching us freak out and beg him not to break up with us. Saying that it isn't what we want and asking him not to leave. It's just what he wanted, just what he was craving.

What if he's scrolling through the responses, laughing out loud at the ones that he's especially pleased with. It's almost humiliating how some of us beg and plead for him. Sure, it's playful, but what if it wasn't? That thought drives him wild.

What if he's getting hard while reading all of our comments. Imagining what we'd look like if he were standing in front of us. The look on our face as we process what he's saying while he knows damn well that he's just messing with us.

Just the thought of some of us dropping what we were doing to click on his chat notification gets him hot as he watches the replies flood in.

What were you doing before this?

Are you smiling? Frowning? Laughing?

What are you wearing?

When did his hand get down his pants?

Why does the thought of a pretty girl playing along to his dramatics make him rock hard?

What would you do to change his mind? What would you say?

"You don't wanna break up..? How're ya gonna change my mind?"

"You'd never actually go and meet someone else, would you, baby? Show me how much you love me."

The longer he keeps the dramatics up, the more content he has to stroke himself to later. He can't help himself.

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byullielle · 9 months

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Shy Shy Shy // Bang Chan x AFAB!Reader

"What is it that you really want then babe?" "A lot," you whisper softly, looking away from him, "And quite frankly I'm terrified,"

Tags: Smut, Oral Sex (f receiving), Use of Hitachi Wand, Fluff, Slight Name-Calling (by author and chan lmao im so sorry), Petnames (baby, baby girl, etc.), Praises, Shy!Reader, Beginner!Reader,

Disclaimer: title is from TWICE's Cheer Up but the song is FAR from the story. i will make a part 2, but for now enjoy this one. Minors DNI. NSFW Content.

You and Chan have had sex once. He was your first time, and to say that it was sweet and tender was an understatement—and as much as you were shy to admit it, it got you hooked. However, it has been nearly a month since then and nothing seems to transpire between the both of you which left you slightly restless.

Did he find you inadequate the last time? Do you need to practice more? Did he not like it? And one of the self talk that jarred you so much was Why am I constantly horny? Laughable really, you bought a Hitachi wand just to get off yet it wasn't quite the same. Somehow in some way you turned insatiable, only stopped by your shyness and the want to preserve your dignity in front of Chan despite the raging horniness internally embedded in your system.

And worse part is you chose to shut up about it, letting it be kept in like a dirty little secret.

So whenever you and Chan are cuddling for movie night you have to make a more conscious effort to not touch too much, or grind on his thigh, or prolong the kiss just so that you don't jump him and immediately regret it because you have zero clue on what to do. Like right now;

He has one hand on your back, another on your waist, both of you laid down on the couch while he runs his fingers across your clothed spine gently, not even putting pressure. It was relaxing until it suddenly just wasn't. The touch was extremely light yet somehow exhilarating to you, like the little virgin whore that you are. "Y/N-ah?" his voice snaps you out as you rigidly look up, realizing that his ministrations stopped and his hand is parked up at the couch instead, a small frown forming on your face, "I'm sorry, did you not like that?" he softly asks before you tilt your head in confusion.

"The what Channie?"

"You suddenly tensed up, I thought maybe you didn't like being touched on your back,"

Your cheeks redden up, heat flaring on your face as you shake your head shyly, "Not at all!" you defend, wanting to be swallowed whole by the couch, "I–I don't hate it," you stammer.

"Baby, you can tell me if something makes you uncomfortable," Chan frowns, sitting both you and him up instead of laying down, "And I might've pulled your attention from the movie, I'm sorry,"

"No! I swear I'm not lying," you shake your head vehemently, "I didn't hate it Channie. I just–" and before you start to ramble on you stop, tongue automatically lodged in your mouth you couldn't even make a sound even if you wanted to. Chan furrows his brows a bit, "Just what?"

'I'm just incredibly horny when you do that,' was the sentence in mind but where was your tact. You remained seated there like an idiot, unmoving and absolutely speechless.

"I just hope you aren't forced to go ahead with my own whims, Y/N," and oh no he was pulling out the first names. What happened to baby, babe? "If it isn't what you want I can always compromise and comply,"

"Channie," you frown and take his hand, "Like I said it's not that I don't want it,"

"What is it that you really want then babe?"

"A lot," you whisper softly, looking away from him and simply conceding because that face was enough ti tear your heart into two. 0/10, not recommended. "And quite frankly I'm terrified," you admit before your grip against his hand fall weak.

"Like what? I promise I won't judge. I'll give you the world baby, just say the word," he cajoles, cupping your face tenderly as you peer through your lashes, "Promise?"

"I promise, sweet girl. What is it?"

You bite your lower lip, feeling a new surge and boost of confidence before you cup his face and gently pull him towards you, entrapping him in a kiss. You had no idea how to deepen it, simply pushing your lips against his and tugging on his shirt shyly with two fingers until he gets the request. He licks on your bottom lip as you give him leeway to slip it in, trying to slowly move along his motions while trying not to fuck things up by being greedy.

He slots into you perfectly, guiding your tongue against his as you let out a cute little whimper, eyes tightening shut before you both pull away–you for a reprieve and him to check if you were alright, always the gentleman. "Y/N?"

"I have a confession to make," you keep your two fingers on the hem of his shirt, "I–Ever since last month," you squeak out as nervousness makes its way to his face, "It's... It's like I turned into an entirely new person? Like I'm always..." you struggle to properly pull the words out as he patiently waits, "I always need you, Channie. For gods sake I bought a sex toy because of you," you reveal while burying your face in your hands as your boyfriend's eyes widen.

"Really baby?" he asks, his hands finding your arms while he rubs them comfortingly, "Do you...want to do it again?" he asks as you nod, still buried in your hands. "Look at me baby," he coerces you out of your palms, urging you to look up at him, "Do you?"

"Please Channie," you whine, "Don't make me say it out loud,"

"Then how am I gonna know what my baby wants if I don't?" he chuckles lightly, "What do you want? I can help you play with the toy, show me how you do it. Or you can ride my thigh, pretty little baby rubbing her pussy against my leg. Or I can fuck your pretty little cunt, what do you say?"

"Either and all?" you let out in barely a whisper before he chuckles, eyes glazing over with affection and lust before he pulls you to his lap, effectively straddling him. "All it is then," he smiles at you, "Just tell me what you want. I'm all yours,"

Your heart tightens at that, absolutely in love with this man and somehow your core tightens along making you tentatively grind against his thigh, clothed cunt flush against his shorts. "C–Can you guide me?" you ask. He nods before thumbing the garters of your pyjama shorts, "Let's get this off first pretty girl," he instructs before pulling it off, lifting the hem of his shorts so that his bare thigh is pressed against your clothed pussy.

He grips onto your hips, guiding you along as you grind softly, friction building up as your wet and aching cunt rubs along his skin, a series of sweet and small whimpers getting knocked off you as he simply observes, staring at your face intently while your hands try to scramble for anything. "You can touch yourself baby girl, it'll help,"

And without hesitation this time you start rubbing on your clit, feeling the dampness in your underwear grow before looking down to see a tent in Chan's underwear. "Chris, I wanna grind on your cock please," you request as he lets out a 'Fuck,' before tugging his shorts off, leaving him with only his boxer as you shift your placement and start grinding on his boner, a breathless sigh knocked out of you while you lazily rub your clit. "Mnh, fuck baby, I never knew you were this slutty," he chuckles while watching you, "Pretty little baby has so much to show me. Don't you?"

"Only for you," you moan while grinding, the knot in your stomach tightening as you look down and see the feral glint in his eyes adding up. "Kiss?" you ask before he cups the back of your head and pulls you down while you continue your ministrations against his hard cock, now nestled between the gap formed by your soaking underwear.

The kiss turns more and more obscene, the smacking sounds absolutely fuel to the fire in your core, spit swapping between the two of you. Suddenly your clit gets tugged up against your underwear, a louder much more prominent moan knocked out of you which makes Chan's body tense up, "Fuck baby, I wanna eat you out," he begs, "I wanna hear more of that. Can I please?"

You nod before he grabs you by the back of your thighs, instinctively locking your own legs around his waist while he carries you to your bedroom.

Placing you down, he immediately crawls to your aching heat, wet and warm against the fabric of your panties. He tugs on them wordlessly, nearly ripping them off before he simply stares at it. "Where's the toy you bought my love?"

You crawl over the night stand, opening a drawer before pulling out the Hitachi wand and handing it to him shyly. "I–I love playing with my clit," you explain, "It feels good,"

"Alright, I got you," he nods before grabbing the backs of your knees and placing it on his broad shoulders while your stomach tenses up in anticipation. You still had your shirt and bra on but essentially bottomless already, feeling more of a pervert than if you were completely naked. And without warning, Chan licks up a stripe on your pussy, making you yelp out.

He kisses up on your folds before slotting his tongue through, the vibrations of the Hitachi suddenly come to life as he presses it against your clit while fucking into you with his tongue. A loud, obscene moan escapes you, tugging on his hair and your thighs tightening against his face which makes the vibrations more intense.

"Chan!" you yell out, name slipping from your raw bitten lips line a mantra, "Fuck! Fuck! Channie!" you cry out, slowly getting more and more overwhelmed before he stops the wand and detaches his face, making you whine.

Spit and slick cover his chin and nose as he laughs breathlessly, "Fuck, you're so delicious baby girl,"

"Daddy make me cum," you whimper and beg.

"We have all night baby," he soothingly rubs his hand over your thigh, before ducking back in between your lap, "Feeling alright?"

"The best," you choke out, "It feels so amazing Channie,"

"Good," he simply states before you could feel a finger prod into your hole while his tongue starts laving at your cunt again, slurping heard as it makes you roll your eyes back and arch up in pleasure. A litany of moans and whines escape you uncontrollably, Chan's name and profanities a steady stream.

As you approach your high, you can feel the tension in your stomach tightening, toes curling in pleasure while you fist the sheets. He grabs the wand again and presses it against your bud, tongue still spearing into you as the noises spilling out your throat get louder. You tug on his hair, biting your lip with a long drawn groan mixing with his' before you feel the knot unfurl, sensitivity at its peak while you spill into Chan's mouth, his tongue laving and lapping up at your juices.

Your thighs tremble by the sides of his head, a cry escaping you while he keeps on overstimulating you with the Hitachi, making you tug on his arm, "Good girl, take it for now sweet thing. My shy slut," he grins down at you.

Your legs continue to writhe about because of the spent nerves on your clit before he finally pulls away and you let out a deep breath out of relief, eyes clouded with lust and half lidded. You reach out to cup Chan's face, wiping off the slick on his chin with your thumb before licking it off.

"Thank you Daddy," you whisper before pulling his face closer, "Would you please fuck me now? Pretty please? Put your dick into me?"

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moonlightwonie · 7 months

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Can I please request something with bang chan?

You've been trapped by his presence and he won't let you go and you're losing the spark in your eyes and chan doesn't know what to do.

So he tries to fuck his love unto you.

'Tell me how to make you happy?', 'tell me what I need to do for you to love me'

TW: ANGST & SMUT, NSFW 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️

bf!bangchan x gn reader || word count: 1.3k

angst, crying, dirty talk, spit, choking, kind of toxic tbh (oops) i wrote a lot, so prepare yourself 🫣

꧁ MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE꧂

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

you and chan had been dating for a little over a year now, from the moment you two started dating, you had always spent so much time together. whenever you weren’t together it was only because of work or day to day activities, where you absolutely couldn’t be together. he’d always showed you and told you how much he loved you from the beginning, which was a little overwhelming to you at first, but you were still attracted to him and loved being around him. you could tell that he was a special guy, you just needed some time to get comfortable and let yourself fall for him.

as time went on, you just felt the spark kind of dying out, atleast on your end. you loved chan, but whenever it came down to anything intimate, you just weren’t feeling any… electricity; and that really bugged you, because how could you not be sexually attracted to him?? he’s handsome, has a big heart, a wicked sense of humor, and he treated you like a queen. he was a total sweetheart, you were his whole world. his top most priority was making you feel happy and loved. you couldn’t keep going on like this, how could you lead him on any further? you didn’t want to hurt him, you did love him after all, you just weren’t feeling that spark anymore.

once he got home from practice, you were immediately greeted with a big, bright smile and open arms, “heyy, baby!! c’mere, i missed you” he said as you walked over to him and gave him a small hug, which was nothing compared to the giant bear hug he gave you. “chris, we have to talk… it’s important” you muttered as you nervous bit on your lip, averting your gaze to the floor as you tried to calm your nerves.

the cheeriness and joy in his eyes quickly turned to worry and concern, taking your hands in his as he looked at you with a small frown. “w-what is it, y/n? is something wrong?” he’d ask you, making you shake your head and walk him over to the couch. “i don’t know how to say this… but… uh, well…” you’d start saying before looking up into his eyes, seeing the anxiety plastered on his face.

“it’s okay, it’s okay… just.. just say it, love” he muttered softly as he fought some tears in his eyes. because deep down he had a feeling of where this conversation was going. he could feel the difference in how you looked at him, the hesitation whenever he’d go to hold your hand, whenever he kissed you or when you two had sex, everything just felt off.

you sighed softly at his words and shook your head, “i.. chris, you’re such a good guy.. and you have always treated me so so well” you started to say, “but i just… i don’t think i have feelings for you anymore… i love you, just… just not like-“ you were cut off by your boyfriend, “just not what? like a boyfriend?? is that it?” he covered his mouth, tears boiling in his eyes as he tried to form proper sentences through the hurt, “how long have you felt this way? is it something i said or did? is something i didn’t do???”.

“no no no, baby, it’s nothing that you did.. it’s just-“ you went to wipe his tears, but he shook his head and gently pushed your hands away. “is it because of my schedule? i’ll drop everything if it means making you stay.. i’ll do anything for you to stay, absolutely anything for you to love me!! just tell me, y/n, what do i have to do for you to love me??” he asked as he fell to his knees infront of you. “do i not please you good enough? b-because i can do better, yeah.. i can be better for you and make you feel good, is that what you want, baby??” he asked eagerly as he bit his lip whilst looking into your eyes, tears filled in his own as he gently caressed your knees, “please?”.

fuck. you had no words. god, you hated yourself for this. you had this precious man literally crying on his knees, begging for you to love him. why couldn’t you just be normal and fall for him? fuck. you hated it whenever chan would cry, especially knowing it was because of you. “chris, it’s not that easy.. it’s not like that” you’d tell him as you wiped away his tears, “well can’t i atleast try? do you know how much this kills me? i just want you to love me” he sniffled whilst tilting his head, “please, please let me show you how much i love you? maybe i can make you love me, one way or another, i don’t care”.

you sighed heavily before nodding and caving into his words, sniffling at your own tears as you looked down into his eyes. “o-okay, channie… just please don’t cry” you said before you were interrupted by a sudden kiss to your lips. he cupped your face and pulled you in closer, kissing you deeply as he began untying his sweatpants. you had to admit, you didn’t mind having sex with him, you just didn’t feel the emotional elements of it with him… or maybe just not as deeply as him.

one thing lead to another, the two of you had been lying on the same couch you’d both been crying on, feeling him split you open with his cock and hold your hips in place. you couldn’t help but moan and mutter his name, he’d been making you feel so good, after all. “y-ya like that, baby? does.. hmm, does that feel good?” he’d asked you as he leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, “do you see how much i love you? how much i’m willing to prove my love for you?” he muttered against your salty skin. you didn’t know what to say, you had already been feeling all fucked out AND he was making you feel good, but you still felt so guilty, because you knew this wouldn’t change anything, and yet here you were letting him use your body like this.

“tell me you love me, baby.. p-please? please just tell me once?” he begged as he looked deep into your eyes, making you sigh and throw your head back, “i… i.. i can’t” you said through your moans, feeling a pit in your stomach as you cursed yourself. “w-what?” he asked with wide eyes, slowing down his movements as he looked into your eyes. “just tell me what i have to do to make you happy… tell me what the fuck i need to do in order to make you love me, y/n?” he said as he unintentionally tightened his grip on your hips, feeling frustrated.

as strange as it may sound, you rarely ever heard him swear, so it you found it a little hot when you heard him say ‘fuck’ and hold your hips so mean. you felt a little tickle in your stomach as you bit your lip. you were so used to your boyfriend being so gentle with you and being afraid to hurt you, but right now all you wanted was him to take out his hurt and stress onto you and manhandle you. “can you.. b-be a little rougher? i can take it.. just don’t be gentle” you said softly as you felt your cheeks heat up, “i’ll use the safeword if i want you to stop”.

chan was taken a little aback by what you had asked of him. he was certainly surprised, but lord knows he’d do absolutely anything to make you happy and to love him, so he did just as you asked. he picked up the pace of his movements and began pounding in and out of you at an almost animalistic rate whilst you wore his hand around your neck like the prettiest choker you’d ever worn. “do you like being treated like a filthy whore, baby? is that all it takes for you?” he snarled at you as he forced your mouth open and spit into it. he grinned widely when he seen your eyes light up.

you couldn’t contain yourself, you were tugging at his wavy locks and screaming so loud for him, he’d never made you feel this good before- no one had. “d-don’t stop… please, daddy” you begged him desperately, the nickname you referred to him as only encouraged him to go harder, “feels so good”. not too long after, you both finally finished and rode out your highs. shit, you were seeing stars and could barely think straight. but one thing was for sure, not being treated like you were something fragile for once made you feel something, for sure. who knew all it took was for your boyfriend to treat you like a whore every now and then? <3333

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bloodorangesoup · 7 months

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Kinktober '23 Day 3 - Dacryphilia (SKZ Bang Chan)

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Warnings: crying (obv), handjob, oral (m. receiving), chan cums in readers mouth (gross 🙄), fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: this is not proofread so bear with me 😁 think I did this right? Let me know 😭 also would anyone be interested in a taglist for kinktober?

Chan dragged his feet as he got into the elevator, huffing when he had to lift his arm to press the button for your floor. His eyes closed as his muscle memory led him down the hall to your room. Using his key to unlock the door, he stepped in and stood at the entrance, taking a moment to relax in the solitude and comfort of your apartment.

“Channie, is that you?”

He smiled at the sound of your voice. After a moment without responding he heard your footsteps draw towards him. His eyes were still closed when he felt your hands lift the backpack off his shoulders and slip his beanie off. He sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair, combing through the flattened strands. A soft peck met his lips. He was too exhausted to kiss back, but you could see his appreciation in the sad smile that greeted you once you pulled back.

Finally opening his eyes, he saw the concern on your face, your eyebrows lifted up. Your head quirked to the side. Chan thought you looked like some adorable confused puppy. Sliding your arms around his waist, you left a kiss to his shoulder, never breaking eye contact.

“You okay, baby?” You asked sweetly, your voice soft in the quiet room.

“Just tired s’all,” he whispered back. His eyes closed as he let his head rest on top of yours.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Nah,” he said nonchalantly. But you knew him better than that, there was something on his mind. “Just wanna hold you right now.”

“Well, I can do that.” He could hear the smile in your voice. You shuffled your bodies to the couch, helping Chan remove his jacket on the way. He let his body fall onto the couch, keeping hold of you and pulling you down with him. Your head rested on his chest, feeling his heart steadily beat as he held you. Your right arm was against the couch, holding his back, while your left arm rubbed his chest. Your hand moved up to rub his shoulder.

“Ah, Channie, you feel so tense,” you pouted.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just sore from practice today, we started some new stunts today.” You looked up to see his grimace with that last part.

“Don’t overwork yourself, then you won’t be able to dance at all,” you frowned. You slid your hand down his torso, slipping it under his sweatshirt. He sighed as he felt your cold hands cool the skin of his stomach. Your fingers glided over his abs. His heartbeat quickened under your ear. Rubbing circles on his chest, you could feel him start to breathe hearder under you.

“Y/n,” Chan whispered.

“Yes, baby?” Your finger circled his nipple, sliding over it and pulling a moan from his mouth. He hissed when you did it again. “Shhh,” your hand slid back down his stomach, “you had a stressful day didn’t you, baby?” His eyes were shut tight as he slowly nodded his head. “Let me take care of you. Can I take care of you, Channie?” He nodded eagerly this time, feeling his cock begin to stiffen at your words. “Good boy, let me take care of you, okay?” Chan’s head was buzzing from the praise. It was a stressful day. The way you were all sweet on him and helping him relax began to swell up his chest.

His train of thought was cut off when he felt your right hand slide from under him. Your hand cupped his jaw, thumb pulling on his chin to slightly open his mouth. The next thing he felt was your lips capturing his upper lip. You wasted no time slipping your tongue into his mouth. He gladly invited it, his own toying with yours as you sucked on his lip. Your hand continued to slide down until it reached his navel. With more pressure, you pushed your hand further, palming at his growing erection. He let out a deep groan.

You broke the kiss, “Feel good, baby?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, kissing him again, he nodded against your mouth. His hands came up to your waist, pulling at the hem of your shirt. Separating from him, you let him pull your shirt over your head. He finally opened his eyes for what felt like the first time in hours and thanked the universe that you weren’t wearing a bra. He immediately slid his hands up to your boobs, squeezing and squishing them together. You pressed your palm harder over his cock and he moaned loudly as his head fell back against the armrest of the couch.

“Let me take the stress away, baby. Just relax for me.” You began lifting his shirt off of him. He leaned forward and lifted his arms just enough to let you get it off of him. You pulled at the waistband of his sweats. He raised his hips as you dragged them off his body along with his boxers. His cock sprang free of its confines, his tip pink and leaking. Chan felt vulnerable, naked on the couch in front of you. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him nude, but he felt oddly open. You could clearly see the stress and tiredness in him, and you were comforting him so nicely, taking care of him in his exhausted state. He wasn’t scared or nervous to be this vulnerable with you, but it was new. He had never been so bare in your presence.

You looked down as you grasped his dick, squeezing your hand from the base to the tip. You swiped your thumb over his tip, spreading his precum.

“Ohh, y/n,” he struggled to speak. You silenced him with a peck to his lips.

“Shhhh, Channie.” You continued to pepper kisses around his face as you stroked him slowly.

Chan’s body felt like jelly, he could barely keep his arms up to continue playing with your chest. The tension had been building in his body since that morning when he started work, the physical and emotional toll of his job weighing down on him harder than most days. His muscles tensed and relaxed at your movements. His body carried tension yet his mind was light, all he could focus on was the feeling of your lips on his cheek, his forehead, his nose, and the warm feeling growing in his belly. You looked down at Chan, his eyes were glossed over and glassy, looking up at you in adoration.

“You’re okay, baby. You can relax now, I got you,” you cooed. Your other hand rose to cup his cheek, your fingertips scratching at his hairline. Chan couldn’t help the way his chest tightened, he felt his breathing pick up and his bottom lip began to quiver. He felt his nose sting as his eyes watered. All he could do was look up at you with tears in his eyes. Your thumb swiped at his cheek as a tear slid down his cheek. You picked up your pace, squeezing him tighter than before. His breaths began to come out in sobs, the tears continuing to stream down his cheeks.

“Y/n,” he cried. He was overwhelmed. His heart felt like it was bursting out of his chest and his body was on fire. His hips were lifting off the couch, meeting your wrist as he thrust into your hand. He couldn’t remember why he was crying anymore. Everything that had piled up on him throughout the day was forgotten as you held him so tenderly. Still, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Let it out, Channie. You look so pretty when you cry, you know that?” you spoke against his mouth. Chan whimpered as you kissed him again. He could feel the salt of his tears mix in with saliva as your tongues met once again.

“Y/n, I’m so close,” his voice cracked in between sniffles. He was so desperate to come, his cock pulsating in your palm. But he needed to wait for your permission, he owed it to you after you had taken such good care of him.

“I know, baby. You’re almost there, just a little longer, okay?” This felt like torture, but Chan was putty in your hands. He could only trust you as you continued unraveling him. He felt your face pull away from him as you sank down his body, your hand didn’t stop stroking. Chan groaned as your mouth neared his throbbing tip. Your tongue stuck out to lick the precum that had leaked out. He hissed at the feeling of your wet tongue touching his skin. His eyes shut tight again, trying to compose himself. Your hand slowed down but didn’t stop, Chan moaned at the change of pace.

“Look at me, Channie,” you called up to him. His eyes shot open as you began sucking on his tip. His eyes still glimmered, his eyelashes sticking together from the tears. You released his tip with a pop making Chan’s eyes roll back. “You can come, baby,” you kissed his tip. Chan almost exploded right there. “Watch as you come in my mouth, Channie. I love you so much.” You stroked him harder at the base of his cock, taking the tip and then some into your mouth. Your tongue slid against the underside as you gently sucked.

Tears pricked his eyes again, the pleasure was too much. He felt your hand reach for his, You intertwined your fingers, your hand giving his a squeeze. The heat in his belly overflowed. He chanted your name in a moan as he released in your mouth. You kept sucking as ropes of him cum filled your mouth. Chan’s hand gripped yours like a vice, like you were his lifeline. You swallowed once he finished, rising to give him a taste of himself as you kissed him.

The smoke cleared in Chan’s brain. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down to lay against him. He reached over, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and setting it over the both of you.

“Did that make you feel any better?” You asked. Chan’s heart tightened at the sincerity in your voice. He buried his head in your shoulder, turning to leave a chaste kiss on your neck.

“Yes, baby. You always take such good care of me.”

Your hand rubbed his arm, soothing his body after the intensity of the night.

“I love you, Channie,” you kissed the side of his head. “I’m always gonna take care of you.”

“I love you more, y/n. I love you so much.” His body finally relaxed as he felt your breaths align. He was okay. Slowly, you two drifted off to sleep.

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lix-ables · 10 months

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🎀 . SMUT, MDNI.

☽ chan was the kind of guy that would take you out on random dates, or late night driving just to star gaze, or even be the first to order takeout when you’re both tired and all you want to do is laze around on the couch.

chan was also the softest with you, and i’m talking the softest. this was that night – the night that he let you lead, for maybe just a few minutes, the very same night that the moment he got home, his hands were all over you.

his palms spread across your body, trailing his fingertips along the length of your arm while he buries his face in the crook of your neck. you let him drag you to the couch, it was the closest, and within minutes your clothes were on the floor.

chan’s hands were huge and smooth, always moving along your skin and making sure that nothing was left untouched. you sigh, letting your fingers rest on his forearm as you watch him trace patterns to your skin before you sink down on his cock.

his hands never stop – from kneading your ass and feeling you against him, to grabbing the sides of your waist to get a good grip, his fingers were busy the whole time. either your boyfriend was in the mood for teasing you, or he was just being soft with you and taking his own sweet time, it was working. you eyes close when you feel his hair tickle your chin as you grind against his hips.

“mmm, chan” you’re trying not to whine so the sound comes as a squeak from your throat, your nails dig into his arms.

“fuck me, baby,” he whispers into your skin, as he plays with your nipples a little before trailing back down to your lower back. he leans back against the couch, and notices the fucked out look on your face, your lips parting as you bounce on his cock before stopping to grind against him.

his fingers come between your bodies to rub your clit and smiles at the way you held onto him, leaving a soothing kiss to your shoulder when you try to pull away because of the overstimulation.

chan’s hips thrust upward, catching you off guard and he tells you to relax as he takes care of you, helping you come down from your third or fourth orgasm of the night before letting you cling onto him.

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hissecretsin · 1 year

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bang chan | skz | m

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“i was just trying to be nice…” chris mumbles deeply through his deprived state of exhaustion, eyes closed trying this best to surrender to the darkness of his room but a small hand traveling up his leg wouldn’t let him be.

“…and you thought inviting me into your bed was a good idea?” you taunted, lazily guiding your tongue over his nipple as you lay cuddled up next to him. you could feel him tense as he releases a airy groan, enjoying the way the sharpness of your tongue flicks over his skin. before continuing, he softly chuckles.

“that’s the thing… i didn’t think.” he jokes on, his tone was deeper, darker than ever. a hefty sensual warmth surrounded your body as it mellowed with the both of you. this wasn’t the first time you’ve ended up in his bed, between his sheets beneath his guarding arm- and it sure as hell wasn’t gona be the last.

“so, you gona fuck me?” you questioned innocently, your hand now tucked beneath his boxers gripping his length as you gave him a quick tug. chris inhaled suddenly, his cock growing thicker by the second. he was ready, he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

“whatever you want, princess.”

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moonlit-stay · 1 year

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· . * · ° ☆ Your Turn

☆ Pairing: Chan x Female Reader

☆ Genre: Smut

☆ Word Count: 1.3k

☆ Warnings: Soft!Dom Chan, Sub!Fem reader, established relationship, slight perv!Chan, slight innocent!reader, lots of build up, slight corruption kink, size kink, clit stimulation, fingering (female receiving), praise, dirty talk, big dick Chan, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie

☆ Please let me know if I missed anything

Color(s) Of This Fic: Black, Hot Pink, and Baby Pink <3

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Fifth request <3

This is a part two to my Kinktober 2022: Day 16 requested by @all4innie <33

Enjoy :)

Chan's breathing soon evens out, his hand gliding up your inner thigh until he reaches your heat, cupping your mound before he thumbs at your clit.

"I think it's your turn, yea?"

Your head falls against his shoulder, a whine slipping past your lips as you nod in response. The heat spreading through your core makes your head cloudy as you involuntarily move your hips against Chan's thumb. He quickly replaces his thumb with his hand, allowing you to grind against his palm as your breathing begins to grow uneven.

"God, you're fucking soaked, baby." He groans out, momentarily pulling his hand away from you to see your arousal glistening on his palm.

A loud whine tears from your throat at the loss of contact, your core throbbing with need as you clench around nothing.

"You need it bad, baby, don't you?" Chan softly asks, trailing his hand back in between your thighs.

You vigorously nod in response, your head too cloudy to verbally answer him as you feel his hand slip past the waistband of your thong before he slides a finger through your folds.

He gently circles your clit with the pad of his finger, tapping the bud a few times to watch you jolt before he slowly drags his finger down to your entrance. He sinks the digit into your heat, your breath getting caught in your throat as he slowly pumps into you.

"C-Channie," you breathe out, your hands desperately grabbing at his biceps.

"What is it, little one?" He softly asks, feeling you clench around his digit at the pet name. "Does it feel good, baby?" He asks, quickly stuffing a second digit into your heat.

A loud moan tears from your throat, your hips bucking against his fingers as your nails slightly dig into the flesh of his biceps.

"It does feel good, huh, baby?" He coos, feeling you bury your face further into the crook of his neck. "Just what you need, hm?"

Chan pulls his fingers from your heat, the desperate whine you let out for him being music to his ears as you pull away from your place on his shoulder. You look at him with those same watery, doe eyes that make his head spin and his length strain against the fabric of his shorts, a single tear gliding down your cheek.

"Shh, baby, it's ok. Gonna take such good care of you soon, pretty girl." He soothes, quickly wiping away the tear rolling down your cheek before running his fingers that were inside you moments prior along your bottom lip.

He watches your mouth drop open, your tongue darting out to taste yourself on his fingers. He slides his fingers into your mouth, watching you wrap your lips around his digits before you suck them clean. He slowly drags them almost completely out of your mouth before pushing them past your lips again, repeating the process as his eyes stay glued to where your lips meet his fingers.

"Fuck-" he groans under his breath, his hips bucking against you as his head lolls off to the side. His eyes are closed as he listens to the moan you let out at the slight friction before the lewd sound of you sucking on his fingers encapsulates him.

"So good for me, baby." He praises, meeting your doe eyes as he slowly slides his fingers out of your mouth, dragging them down your bottom lip to watch it jut back in place.

"I can feel you, Channie." You whisper out, squirming in his lap as your eyes dart down to where you're sat on top of him.

"Yea? Feel how hard I am for you, baby?" He asks, his hands coming to grip at your hips, slowly pulling you to grind on him.

"Mhm." You sigh out, quiet moans slipping past your lips.

Chan wraps an arm around your torso, leaning back in his chair and pulling you flush against his chest so you're hovering above the tent in his shorts. He hurriedly pulls them down, his length springing free from its confinements once again. He pulls your thong to the side, lining his length up with your entrance and slowly lowering you down onto his length.

You let out a whimper at the stretch, holding onto Chan's shoulders as he forces another inch into you.

"I'm sorry, little one." He breathes out, fighting the urge to shove the entirety of his length into you in one go. "Need to be inside you so bad, can't take it anymore."

You let out shaky gasps as Chan helps you sink further onto his length until he bottoms out. He holds you down against him, pushing his hips up against you to make sure you're taking every last inch.

"Oh m-my god." You breathe out, feeling him so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat.

Chan's breathing is rapid as he pulls you against him again, pulling out of you before snapping his hips up to meet yours. You let out a scream at the feeling, Chan's grip on you tightening as he continues to thrust up into you.

Loud moans fall past his lips as he slightly slows his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room. He presses messy open-mouthed kisses along your neck as you moan his name, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he thrusts into you with more force.

Your moans grow in pitch as you near your high, feeling Chan spread your thighs further apart so he can hit deeper inside you. Your high hits you like a ton of bricks, your walls pulsing around Chan's length as you cum around him.

His hips never falter as he continues to pound into you. You whine out at the overstimulation, thrashing in his hold as his thrusts pick back up in pace.

"Chan-nie!" You choke out, feeling your second high quickly approach.

"I know, baby, I know. I'm so, so close." He moans out, angling his hips to hit that one spot deep inside you. "Need you to take all of me."

You moan helplessly in his hold, your vision blurry and brain foggy as the pleasure takes over all your senses.

"You gonna cum for me again, pretty girl?" He asks, feeling you nod in response. "Gonna let me cum inside you? Stuff you full of me?"

A loud moan tears from your throat at his words, your walls clenching around him.

"Yesyesyesyes!" You moan out, your thighs violently shaking and walls convulsing around him.

You feel him thrust into you a few more times before he's holding you down against him and cumming deep inside you. You feel his release spill inside you, and you let out a scream of his name before you cum around his length.

Rapid, labored breathing fills the room, your heartbeat echoing in your ears as you come down from your high. You nuzzle into Chan's hold, your breathing evening out as he moves you two from his desk chair, over to your shared bed.

He carefully pulls the covers over the both of you, pulling you impossibly closer into his embrace, your bodies still connected as sleep slowly washes over you both.

"I love you, Channie." You mumble out barely awake. "Thank you for always taking care of me."

"You're welcome, baby." He whispers, smiling against the top of your head. "I love you too."

He wanted to thank you for always doing the same, thank you for helping him in every way he could ever need, but he decided that could wait till morning. For now, he wanted to enjoy the moment you two were sharing.

He feels you fully relax in his hold as sleep takes over your form, he presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling to himself as he drifts off to sleep as well, meeting you in dream land.

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*·°Author's Note°·*

Thank you so, SO much for requesting this. This is one of my all time favorite things I've ever written by far.

I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this! So glad this is the first solo Chan work I'm releasing outside of Kinktober.

Random lil tid bit, the exact word count for this work is 1,325 and I love that.

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thefantasyden · 1 month

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A Little Too Much

Pairing: Chris + F Reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

Warnings: Daddy! Chris, slightly mean behaviour from reader in the beginning, overwhelm, stressed reader, doting Chris, oral sex (f receiving), penetration, biting, marking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, sub space, crying, begging, maybe overstim?, praise.

Words: 2066

Summary: You're feeling incredibly overwhelmed and snappy and your sweet Daddy Chris knows exactly how to fix that.

What a fucking day.

You'd been yelled at by clients all day, you'd broken a heel on your shoe, you had work due in days that you hadn't even started on. It's hardly a surprise that you're feeling snappy by the time you get home, dishes from breakfast sat in the sink, calling out to you. You could cry if you thought about it for too long.

You're throwing yourself into the pillows on the couch the second your shoes are kicked off, screaming into the fluffy fabric that your boyfriend had picked out months before. The fur tickles your nose and makes you sneeze, irritating you just that little bit more. You felt out of control and overwhelmed, and you hated it.

"Baby~ I'm home!" You hear Chris call out, the door slamming shut behind him, making you groan.

"Do you have to be so loud?" You call out in response, tugging one of the blankets of the back of the couch to throw over your head.

Chris makes his way to the couch, currently oblivious to your mood as he pulls the blanket from you, immediately met with your scowl.

"Bad day, baby?"

"What do you think?" You snap at him harsher than intended. It feels like every question is pushing you closer to tears, demanding you to think more when your head is already filled to the brim. It doesn't take him long to figure it out, sitting beside you and pulling your legs into his lap as he rubs firm circles on your aching feet and ankles.

"Chris, can you leave me alone?" You whine, making no attempt to move away from him. He just smiles in response, continuing to move his firm massaging motions up your legs, willing away the tension they were holding.

"Baby, you don't need to be snappy with me." His voice is gentle, not an ounce of scolding even when you quietly tell him to fuck off.

You're groaning when he moves your legs off him, getting off the couch so that he can kneel down beside you, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, squeezing the sides just a little bit to make you gasp in surprise.

"My poor baby. Let Daddy help you, ok?" He kisses you softly, and you nod in response, huffing as he stands and scoops you up off the couch, carrying you to the bedroom and sitting you on the edge of the bed. You dont try to do anything, just sitting quietly and glaring at the man in front of you with a pout. You know he'll take care of you, and you make no attempt to suppress the terrible mood you're in, knowing he was willing and able to deal with it for you.

He's slow as he strips you, lifting your arms for you before he tugs your shirt over your head, your pants quickly following along with your underwear until you're completely naked and at his mercy, his hands cupping your face to kiss you before they trail down your shoulders, over you chest and down toward your thighs as he kneels infront of you and nudges them apart to give him a clear view of the way your pussy spreads for him. He's still in awe no matter how many times he's seen it, his thumb reaching up to rub tiny but firm circles at your clit which makes you keen into his touch, your glare dropping a little as you accept the pleasure he's offering you.

"Lay back, baby." He asks quietly, his mouth pressing wet kisses over your inner thighs. You scoff but choose to obey anyway, grabbing one of the teddies you kept on your bed to use as a pillow before your arms are draped over your face.

He doesn't ask you to uncover yourself, too focused, as he wraps his arms under your thighs and pulls you forward a little to meet his tongue which is now lapping at the slick that covers your pussy, wanting to taste every drop as he preps you. He always likes to make sure you're dripping, your thighs needing to be covered before he would even think to slip a finger inside your greedy hole.

His tongue works at you for what feels like forever, occasionally pausing to nip at the flesh of your thighs hard enough to leave pretty little marks littering your soft skin. You can feel your stress melting away as he teases you, your mind feeling cloudy and your thoughts floating away. You can feel your own fluids dripping down on to the sheets, hearing Chris coo as his arm leaves your thigh, his finger swiping between your lips to collect some of your wetness before he brings it up to your mouth, nodding his approval as your tongue darts out to clean it off him.

"Look at you. This is all for Daddy, isn't it? My needy girl. You want my fingers, baby?" He asks you so sweetly that you're moaning out loud in response, whining instead of answering properly. He's being kind to you today, accepting your desperate whines as if they were spoken pleas for him to touch you.

The moan that leaves your lips when he slides two fingers inside you is music to his ears as he begins pumping the digits in and out of you, making sure to press firmly against your gspot every time. Your high-pitched sounds only spur him on, the push of his fingers inside you only getting faster and harder as you squirm, now verbalising how badly you need him. He loves hearing it almost as much as he loves seeing the effect he has on your body.

"You wanna cum baby? I know you do. My sweet thing. Do you wanna cum on my fingers?"

He's confused when you shake your head, chuckling to himself when you start rambling.

"Need you cock. Please Daddy! I'll be good. Please? Wanna cum on your cock." Your mind is completely free of any though that isn't Chris and how desperately you need to be close to him. You need him wrapped around you until you feel suffocated by him.

"Shhh baby. I got you." He's moving you up the bed, making sure your head is propped up on your pillows, grabbing one of his firmer ones as he asks you to lift your hips so that he can slide it beneath your lower back. You're already losing it, knowing exactly how good he's about to make you feel.

"Please..." Your eyes are watery now, a few tears sliding down your cheeks when you stare up at him as he strips his shirt and pants, drooling at the sight of his hard cock in all it's glory. "I need you!"

"I know, baby. You're okay." He kisses your forehead before he presses a passionate kiss to your lips, settling himself between your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist. His tongue explores your mouth for a moment before he pulls away, using one arm beside your head to prop himself up as his other hand wraps around his cock, dragging the tip through your folds to coat him with your juices before he's pressing it slowly inside you, pausing to take a mental picture of the way your pussy wraps around him, your walls drawing him in like he was made for you. He's sure he was made for you, but that's a sentiment he'll hold on to for a more appropriate time.

"Fuck, you look so good like this. Love seeing you cry for me." Kisses press along the lines of your tears as he buries himself inside of you, eventually choosing to muffle his moans in your neck as he finds his own overwhelm hitting him. He's always amazed by how good it feels to have you wrapped around him.

"Could stay like this forever. My pretty baby. All mine." His body presses aginst your own, caging you in as he sets his pace, making sure he's as deep as possible with every thrust inside your soaked cunt.

Your head is thrown back, your neck exposed in the most tempting way. It's impossible for him to resist the urge to sink his teeth into it, and you welcome the slight burn as he sucks bright red marks into the previously untainted spanse of skin. He always feels more possessive when he starts losing himself to the feelings that flood him when he has you like this, vulnerable and breaking under him. It's something special, something he finds heartbreakingly beautiful. Knowing he's the only person you'd every trust to expose yourself to like this. It's like you were laying your heart in his hands, and he wants nothing more than to lock it away and keep it safe forever.

His hands are moving to lock with your own, fingers lacing as he pins you to the bed, fucking into you harder now as you both surrender to the primal feelings of need. He's desperate to make you cum for him. He needs to feel you clench around him as you fall apart.

He's kissing you messily, spit coating your mouths as your tongues dance against each other. He can't physically get any closer to you, but it's still not enough. He'll never get enough of you. He's obsessed.

"Feels so fucking good baby. You're so fucking good. My good girl. Fuck." There's a growl to his voice, and the words are flowing before he can even think them through. "I wanna feel you cum on my cock, baby. I want you to squeeze me nice and tight when I fill you. I know you can do that for me, can't you? My obedient baby. My desperate girl."

The tears are flowing down your cheeks, and you're mumbling an incoherent mix of 'please Daddy' and 'thank you' as you're pushed over the edge, your cunt pulsing around his cock as you pant heavily.

He can't hold back once he looks at your face, pleasure flushing your features as you moan his title like a mantra. He's cumming in seconds, your fluids mixing and flooding down the sides of his length as he fills you to the brim. He fucks you through your high in spite of his own overstimulation, falling beside you with a groan after you've finally pushed him away. Even in his post nut haze, he reaches a hand out to rest on your chest, making sure that your breathing manages to steady. He can't help but worry when you get like this.

It takes him a few minutes to regain any strength, but the second he does, he's pulling you into his side, petting your hair as you sob into his shoulder. He knows how badly you needed this, and he's honoured that he could give it to you.

It takes 5 or so minutes before you calm down, the flood of feelings passing just enough for you to be capable of muttering an apology to him which he immediately shuts down, reminding you that this is what he lives for. It takes another 10 minutes before he's able to get up, picking up his discarded shirt and helping you put it on to shake off some of the chill as he carries your limp body to the bathroom, only setting you down once he's standing in front of the toilet, urging you to go pee as he runs a hot bath. He's pouring bubbles under the running water when he hears you calling for him, rinsing his hand before he walks over to you and runs his hand through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as your eyes fall closed.

"I'm so proud of you." He whispers, kissing your head again before he's gently pushing you toward the bath, stripping you and holding his hand out for you as you climb in and settle yourself slowly into the hot water before he slips in behind you, gripping your tightly so that your back is resting against his chest, your head against his shoulder.

He gently massages your thighs, allowing you to soak in the bliss of being free from thought for as long as he's able to. He'll help you talk through your problems tomorrow, but right now, all he wants is to keep you wrapped safely in his arms.

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baby-yongbok · 7 months

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Pure Bliss

Bang Chan Drabble - Smut

Word Count: 383

Warnings: Cursing, Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up), Lots of Praise ♡

Thinking about the way that Chan would praise you for taking his dick so well. He'd be fucking you in missionary so that he can see the pretty faces that you make when he strokes nice and deep, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars. His deep groans of pleasure fill the room as you clench around him. "You look so beautiful like this".

The sound of his voice never fails to make you feel like you're on cloud nine. The eye contact that the two of you keep is like a cord connecting you to this moment. "You're a fucking goddess." A strangled moan leaves his lips. "I can't get enough of you."

Every little whimper and whisper of his name feeds his desire to pleasure you. He'd switch positions without pulling out, simply moving your leg over his body so that both of them are together and he can fuck you on your side. "You're so fucking perfect, babygirl"

Throwing his head back in pure bliss as your dripping pussy takes in every thick inch of him. " Am I making my pretty girl feel good?" He wants to hear it from you, he needs to. He needs you to tell him that you're loving this as much as he is. He can't help the way that his hips jolt forward when you moan out a 'yes' he swears that he's never heard a word sound so pretty in his life.

He leans over your body when you are both close to reaching your peak, fucking into you harder. Leaving kisses along your neck and chest. "Thank you, baby, thank you for letting me feel you." The sound of skin against skin is drowned out by both of your pornographic moans as you reach your climax. His name is all that you can think of, all that you can manage to get past your lips.

He fucks you through your orgasms calling you pretty names as you both come down from your high. "You're a dream come true, my sweet girl, thank you." He peppers your face with kisses as the two of you smile together. He pulls out of you and tangles you in his arms, your back against his chest as you both try to regulate your breathing.

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 3 - aftercare

stray kids 1.2k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Bang Chan NSFW

🖤 warnings: vaguely sub!chan and dom!reader dynamic, references to sex, emotional intimacy, forcing chris bang to care for his curly hair properly 🖤

🚨🚨 implied disordered eating/bad relationship with food!!

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He's sweaty, he's questionably messy, and the state of his hair would have him desperately trying to flatten it into place, but you're not sure you've ever seen anything better.

"Are you still with me?" you ask, poking at the ticklish spot right on his ribs.

Chan swats at you, even as he whines, "No, 'm dead."

"You've got good reflexes for a dead guy."

"You killed me."

"You're being a baby."

He's always being a baby, after the two of you finish up. That's his favorite part, though he would never admit it: putting on his biggest most childish act, giving up his day-to-day front of absolute selflessness and letting you do things for him.

"Can I go get a washcloth?" you ask.

Chan considers this. "Will you also get me chocolate milk?"

"Why the hell would you want chocolate milk?"

"Fine, don't get it. Let me die for real."

Brat.

"I'll get it," you assure him, not without both an eyeroll and a brush of your fingers through his curls.

He's sweated out all of the product that usually keeps the gentle waves plastered to his head, much to your delight. The washcloth is absolutely necessary. He's covered in lube and cum, and you need to move fast before it starts drying into a sticky congealed mess, or worse, dripping into the sheets more. You don't wanna change them.

"But if I drank dairy right now, I would puke," you murmur on your way out.

"I'm sorry that I have a weak constitution and need calcium!" he calls back.

He's anything but weak, you grin to yourself, retrieving an errant container of chocolate milk from the fridge (and checking the expiration date, since you do not remember buying it) before heading to the bathroom to soak a cloth.

"It's not cold, is it?" he asks, as you approach again.

"The milk, yes. The washcloth, no," you answer.

He shudders. "Warm chocolate milk."

"And cold water."

You run the cloth (perfectly warm but not too hot, thank you) over his groin, his stomach, picking up as much of the mess as you can without spreading it. He's blushing, like he always does, as if you haven't just gotten finished seeing much more of each other much more carnally than this. A swipe between his legs, an errant spot up his chest, and you're sure he'll be much more comfortable.

Chan, for his part, is drinking the chocolate milk at a speed that suggests he's afraid it'll be taken away from him.

"Are you hungry?" you ask.

He hesitates, and that tells you all you need to know.

"I'll order us something."

"Just water, I don't need-"

You take a second to throw the dirty cloth into the bathroom sink for a rinse later before you sit on the edge of the bed and look at him evenly.

"Are you hungry?"

He sighs. "Yes, but-"

"Korean or western?"

"...Korean."

Gukbap is light but warm and filling, it won't give you a stomachache after a romp in the sheets for however long that was, so you order it. There's only so much of his jawbone that can poke out while he's at rest before you start to worry.

You do get the water, though, a frosty two-liter from the fridge that you pass back and forth.

"I should shower," you say.

Chan doesn't usually like to move from the bed, after you've finished. If he's tired afterwards, it's a perfect chance to try and get some elusive sleep. You'd prefer to go to bed clean, so your routine is usually something like this.

"I wanna come," he says, instead.

"There's room," you answer.

That is a lie, there is just barely room for two.

But Chan still crams himself into the shower with you, pressed up close while you wash yourself off, fond but not chasing anything. Why would he need to?

The two of you don't talk until you're washing his hair (this was supposed to be your shower, but it's been hijacked) with the curly-hair formula rinse you'd surreptitiously started having him use whenever you could, to flawless results.

"Was that okay?" he asks.

He doesn't elaborate more, so you assume he just means...everything. "Of course."

"Even when I-"

"You don't trust me to say when I don't like something?" you tease gently.

"Of course I do," he assures you, "But I wanna make sure."

"You worry too much."

He shakes his head a little, threatening to dislodge your hands from his hair. "That's my job."

Arguably it's your job, considering how much time you spend worrying about him.

"You're gonna give yourself grey hairs," you scold. "Look, here's one now."

You tug at his hair, just enough that he keens but not enough to pull any strands out, and he laughs.

"Don't give Seungmin any more ammo to call me old," he pleads.

"Rinse out your hair."

He turns around to do just that, tilting the crown of his head into the spray from the showerhead. You get to look at him head-on now.

"Quit starin'," he mutters.

But you won't. You like the lines of his ribs as he lifts his hands to help wash the rinse out of his hair, the elegance of his neck as he stands there with his head thrown back. There's a mark on one collarbone, standing out in red; you remember biting him, but not that hard. Oops.

You go over the checklist in your mind, as he's finishing up.

Cleanup. Water. Food. Check-in.

Cuddling, is the only thing left. And that's your favorite part.

It's quiet and comfortable to towel off side by side. Chan wanders out first, content with his fresh-washed skin and damp hair, while you take a little longer to make sure you're moisturized and treated and ready for sleep.

He's changing the duvet cover when you come out, which means that your efforts to keep it clean have failed, as usual. That's what spares are for, you guess. Plus, you're not the one having to wrestle with the duvet, so it's a sacrifice you're willing to have him make for the sake of a clean bed.

"Hurry," you say, "I'm tired."

The whine in your voice makes him grin. You've done your part, taking care of all the things you know he needs immediately after sex, and now it's your turn to be needy.

"Someday," he says.

You've got your towel around you like a cape, watching him put on the duvet cover with admittedly impressive finesse. "Someday?"

"Someday one of us will have to get a place with a clothes dryer so we can put the duvet cover in it, in the winter."

"Genius."

He doesn't tell you when it's ready, out of the room hanging up your towel as you are. But when you step back into the bedroom, Chan's already tucked up under the covers.

"Lemme in," you say.

He lifts the duvet, and you dive in beside him. Arms and legs wrap around you, koala-clingy, and though you wiggle like you're trying to get away, it's the best part by far. The warm weight of another person, the scent of shampoo and clean and boy.

His voice is small but distinct, and you hope he's falling asleep like he wants. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

Nothing better.

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dprgod · 6 months

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Chulo?

Tumblr lost my draft of a Channie drabble, but I can give y'all a preview, let me know if you want me to rewrite it 👀

Content: drug dealer! Chris x fem reader based on a Bad gyal song🤫

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seohotbinnie · 2 years

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here’s a thought

walking through the hallways of a club with Chan, batshit drunk as both of you sway side to side, bumping into the walls, trying to find a place to have a quicky

he’s also still listening to the music that’s being played, moving around with the rhythm, motioning his hands as if he’s playing the drums

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lix-ables · 1 year

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ꕤ — B. CHAN & H. HYUNJIN : THE THING BETWEEN ROOMMATES.

ꕤ — cw. mdni, smut,

i. mentions of watching/ talking about porn.

ii. [ reader is mostly dreaming - includes mentions of grinding, slight oral fixations, degradation, mentions of using collar ] etc.

iii. hyunjin listens to chan, teasing, dirty talk, etc.

ꕤ — one’s your roommate and the other is his best friend. you’ve been holding off for so long. but what happens when they hear you, wanting to have some fun, but it stays in your dreams?

ꕤ — WORDS. 1440 | OTHER WORKS

ꕤ — NOTE. this took time but, it's finally out - after hours of inspiration, hours of me hating my blog and a couple of breakdowns. i really hope this turned out well, and i hope you enjoy this ‹3

no one told you that having a guy as a roommate would be exhausting.

what you didn’t expect, was to have two boys constantly being in your apartment, staying up later than usual, and of course, with no sense of personal space.

you understand being up late. you've done that, of course, with your friends. but personal space was something they really needed to learn. and it wasn’t that you didn’t remind them, you did. they just chose not to listen. but the day they overstepped boundaries, was the day you didn’t think you’d be embarrassed.

at least not to the point where they both wanted to have some fun with you.

“you misheard me.”

“no one mishears a whine, doll. now tell me what you were doing before i caught you,” chan whispers as he leans against the doorframe of your room and looks at you. your eyes stare back at the figure in front of you, while still being on the bed, acting like nothing actually happened.

“i’m telling you, i didn’t whine,” you start to protest, a sigh leaving your tired body as you try to sit up straight. “it must’ve been something else.” chuckling, chan walks into the room and sitting down on the bed next to you. “then you’re watching porn and wishing it was you instead that was being fucked that good?” he raises an eyebrow at you, watching you squirm in your place, his eyes following the movements of your thighs pressing together at the mention of ‘being fucked that good.’

it was fun teasing you like this, he thought to himself. knowing what words get to you, what actions he does makes you groan inwardly and he’s seen it before. no matter how much you tried to hide it from him, or even his best friend hyunjin, who was always over - they noticed it. all of it.

“i didn’t say that -”

“yet you didn’t deny it, did you?” chan pokes.

“would you rather i bring hyunjin in here and get you to open that pretty mouth of yours? such a brat aren’t you?” chan sighs, shaking his head a little before tilting his head to look at you, his body is almost close to yours, you realize - closer than you ever thought you could get. sure, meaningless hugs and cuddles from chan when you got drunk didn’t count. it never did. but this? this was a whole new level for you, even for the boys.

“i’m not being a brat, stop calling me that,” you reply, clearly frustrated by him and also because you were stopped mid-orgasm when you were so close. another minute and you would’ve gotten out of the room. it was all because of that leather jacket he wore. why did he have to look so good? why did he have such attractive friends, which made it so much harder for you to focus on work, making you mix up orders?

“oh, i never called you that. i’m merely just observing your…” chan pauses, taking a minute to soak your expressions, posture, and movements, before letting his eyes rest on your face, a smirk forming on his lips. “…reactions to my words. seems like you want to be called a brat. you’d like it, hm? being called a brat. i wonder what else you’d like, pretty thing.”

chan stands up, adjusting his sweats before turning around to look at you. “i suggest you come up with some answers quickly before i get back home. maybe even finish that dirty little porn you were watching,” he looks around a little, finding your laptop tucked under your pillow, which was hastily pushed to the side. a smile rests on his face, thinking in his head that he in fact knew what you were doing. “maybe touch yourself a little, hm? play with that pretty little cunt of yours before hyunjin and i have our turn, yeah?”

when chan said that sentence, it shouldn’t make your core throb in the way it did just now. it shouldn’t have made you want him even more - maybe want both hyunjin and chan at the same time.

“thinking about our fingers inside you already?” chan says, interrupting your thoughts, making you look at him in embarrassment. “go ahead, pup. i won’t stop you. tell us about that porn, use your words, and we can make your wet dreams come true, yeah?” with chan’s words still ringing in your ears, and with your face now completely red from what he just said, you bring yourself to sit up, your body too shy to do anything - even follow the instructions chan gave you.

but the way he spoke to you, made you want him more. sure, you did find him attractive - because you’d be lying if you didn’t feel butterflies in your stomach and in your core.

your mind roamed to place you didn’t think would go before and before you knew it, you were dreaming - from thinking about being on your knees for those two boys that you barely even knew, to being ready to have a collar around your throat. sure, you’d settle for their hands, but the thought of you just straddling chan’s thigh, a collar resting around your neck, while hyunjin sat across you, his dick in his hand, thumb rubbing just the tip in teasing motions, his eyes never leaving either you or chan. especially when you whined, for almost nothing - until chan starts moving your hips, his hands gripping your body till it didn’t - you were moving on your own.

hyunjin lets out a groan at the sight in front of him, but a glare from the boy under you made him shut up, making him bite his bottom lip instead. he knew it was going to be red soon. but his hand never made an attempt to stop.

“baby, look at you being so fucking needy. and for something as just my thigh? pathetic, is it not?” chan asks, his hands are resting on your thighs now, pushing up the material with his thumb, until he makes you look at him, a whimper leaving you. “when you could so easily ask for my fingers, or even hyunjin’s cock. but no, you just want to be fucking pathetic, and grind your needy cunt all over my sweats.”

“why my dick?” hyunjin groans, his hand stopping from his current task, though it was torture for him. “oh you don’t want y/n’s tight hole to fuck? you don’t want to cum, is that it?” chan raises an eyebrow, asking hyunjin in a monotone voice. “and i didn’t ask you to stop, jinnie. continue teasing yourself for me, hm?”

“didn’t say that,” hyunjin mumbles, his fingers wrapping back around his cock, grunting at the pleasure he is feeling.

“good boy,” chan whispers, before turning back to look at you. “and i don’t think i asked you to stop either. you wanted my thigh, now fuck it like a needy little pup that you are.” his hands are now resting on the small of your back, feeling the low dip, feeling the way you arched your back slightly, chuckling at the way your fingers come to rest on his shoulders. you feel his fingers tugging on the collar that was on your neck, pulling your face closer to his own. his thumb rests on your bottom lip, signaling you to open, before shoving them slowly into your mouth, and you stare at him, wrapping your lips around it, just as you hear a mewl out of hyunjin’s lips.

“i asked you to be fucking quiet, jinnie. seems to me you can’t follow simple instructions.” chan grunts, clenching his thigh muscles, watching you reach your hand down to your clit, rubbing it slowly. “but, that’s fine. c’mere and look at how greedy y/n’s being - my thigh isn’t enough for you, huh? you need your little fingers to help you cum? go ahead, baby. slow and small rubs, yeah? tease yourself for me,” chan purrs, pulling his thumb out of your lips.

“aw look at that,” you hear chan say, probably to hyunjin. you're still groggy, you realise. “pretty thing fell asleep. did you dream good hm?” the door opens, and you feel the bed dipping low, before a body settles down next to you.

“you know,” chan starts, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair, tilting your chin up to look at him. “you never told us ‘bout that dirty lil’ video.”

“and those little fantasies of yours,” hyunjin finishes, his hand moving to rest on your shoulder, a smirk resting on his face.

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