#bang chans abs

[chanshoesunite]

Image by Kerimaix

Content info: Chan decorating the Christmas tree topless turns you on and you do something about that.

Word count: 1127

Warnings: smut, oral (f and m receiving), petnames (baby girl, princess), Chan being delicious

Imagine Chan being very particular about how your Christmas tree gets decorated. You don't mind him having his way, putting every ornament up Just. So., as long as you get to watch him doing it. Because of course he does it with as little clothing on as possible. It's Chan after all. He doesn't do clothing like a mere mortal, just like he doesn't do sloppy Christmas decoration or bad music production.

And anyway, who in their right mind would object to seeing those powerful muscles stretch and contract, the concentration on his face, the soft smile on his lips? Exactly. No one.

So you sit on the couch, observing his every move. You watch his elegant hands untangle lights. When he puts them up, you first get to admire his back, then his torso as he walks around the tree.

Once he is satisfied with the lights, he bends down to gather the first bauble. Your eyes dart to his perfect buttocks and you are itching to sink your teeth into them, to knead them, to worship them. Chan straightens and considers several placements before decidedly hanging it up. This same spiel continues with every bauble. You grow hornier by the minute, the damp patch between your legs growing.

Finally, Chan pulls out the last ornament. This one he handles differently: It is the one you gifted him the very first Christmas you spent together as a couple. That one he knows straight away where to hang. It goes in a spot of honour, framed by all the others, visible from all important angles. Your heart melts when you realise this.

Chan cocks his hip to one side, crosses his thick arms and considers the tree once more before spinning around to you. With a bright smile he asks what you think of his work. Smiling too, you jump up and make a show of studying the tree, as if you hadn’t watched the entire process from start to finish. You put your arms around Chan and look into his eyes.

“It’s perfect. Like you”, the words are sincerely spoken, with love in every letter. You emphasise them with soft kisses to his plush lips and warm cheeks. He squirms a little from the compliment, but happily accepts your affections. “Yeah? I’m so glad you think so!”

“I really do, my gorgeous boy”, you boop his nose with yours. “Actually, while you were busy doing the tree, you managed to do something else really well.”

“Huh, what’s that?”, he looks at you, genuinely puzzled. You take his hand and guide it to your drenched panties: “Make me wet.” His eyes grow big at your bold action, but immediately his hand cups your pussy gently. “Oh, I see…what should we do about that, baby girl?”

With a happy twinkle in your eyes, you look him up and down playfully: “I’d like to climb you like the most delectable Christmas tree ever.” You lean in to kiss Chan’s pecs, grinding down on the hand that is providing friction for you.

“Mh, that can be arranged.” He lifts your chin, kissing a trail of open-mouthed kisses up your throat, to your mouth. The hand on your pussy starts rubbing your clit, while his fingers tease at your opening. You keen, relishing his loving treatment. “You are such a horny little minx, aren`t you? Always checking me out.”

“It’s not my fault you run around shirtless all the time”, you pout breathlessly, running your hands over the offending muscles like a woman possessed, “making me desperate”, your fingers tweak his nipples in retribution. The resulting gasp makes you feel lightheaded with want.

Chan is not one to be outdone in anything, especially not in teasing his baby girl, so he casually licks the outer shell of your ear and whispers: “I think it’s only fair, considering you manage to turn me on with a single word from those pretty lips.” Your hands fly down to his dick to check the truthfulness of that statement. A satisfied expression blooms on your face. He is so fucking hard for you.

“Can we 69 then?”, you ask innocently, squeezing his erection. “I really want you in my mouth.” You love seeing the power your words have over him, as he immediately gets on his knees. He pushes off your shirt, kissing down your body. At last, he pulls your panties down and mouths at your venus mound, his eyes closed reverently. You feel like coming right there. Instead, you get down too, pushing him on his back. You cannot resist and make out with him some more, then you ask: “Ready?”

“For such a treat? Always, princess.” Chan’s eyes glint with desire, his lips are puffy from kissing you. He helps to keep your balance as you turn around, his strong hands guiding your pussy over his face. You aren’t even fully lying down, and he is already licking you out, pushing his tongue against your clit and into you.

You moan and lie down completely, loving how hot he is to the touch, how your soft body fits against his hard muscles. Your hands glide under his shorts, dragging free your prize. His cock is so beautiful to you. Thick, not too long, with a delicious, smooth tip made to suck on. So you do just that. You fuck him with your mouth, just as he is fucking you with his tongue. Both your mouth and hand work his dick, dragging up and down, coating him in wetness. As your tongue swipes along his shaft and tip, you cannot help but stroke his muscular thigh at the same time. You cannot get enough of him. And he cannot get enough from you. His fingers dig into your arse, encouraging you to move your hips as you please. The combined stimulation from your sloppy blowjob and the way he eats you out is heavenly.

As you get closer to your climax, you moan louder and louder around his cock. His precum leaks into your mouth and you love it, love knowing that your pleasure turns Chan on more too. And then you finally find your release and for those blissful seconds your hand can only move jerkily along his dick, lacking any finesse. But Chan doesn’t need finesse as he follows you with a satisfied groan, spilling cum down your hands.

You just lie on top of him, sated and happy. “That was a great early Christmas present”, you finally say.

“I totally agree”, you can hear the smile in his voice. While he strokes your thighs, you lick up the mess. Then you turn around and lie next to him, snuggling into his embrace.

“Merry Christmas, Chan.”

“Merry Christmas, my pretty princess.”

[eomcheong-keun-megi]

ITS ALWAYS HIM AT THE SCENE

[iutdwae]

— toned.

pairing. bangchan x (afab)reader

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

word count. 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[seafoamocean]

[gothic4under4lord]

List of what I’m thankful for

Kpop SKZ addition

Shirtless Channie

Hans chubby chipmunk cheeks (so fucking cute)

My Versace prince

Felix brownies

IN choosing to be an idol and not a priest

Leeknow becoming an idol and not just a backup dancer

Changbin arm muscles (like put me a fucking headlock….please)

Seungmins sassy ness

Basically all members of stray kids

That I still have my sanity after standing 8 hot ass guys

3 RACHA

VOCAL RACHA

DANCE RACHA

PABO RACHA

SAVAGE RACHA

ABS RACHA

All the parents of stray kids (thank you for giving birth to them!!!)

[minchananigans]

lino at any point during any concert: do you have the time to talk about our lord and savior bang chan's abs??

[miiaaaaaa]

GUYS

IT’S TIIIMMEEEEE

HAHAJAKAKAHDHSBKSNSSJKAMAJQKANS

[stray8kids8photos]

Channie abs 🤤🥵🐺

Credits to the owners/picture takers !!!

[jiniree]

guys the dominate world tour started…

when he took off his blazer my clothes took off with it.

[subskz]

Ohhhhh tummy

I need to kiss... i need to bite; girl dinner; our shy harlot—

He looks so... biteable and his hips need kisses; heart shaped hickies for him!! Red kiss marks included!!

Thinking abt his squeaky giggles as you kiss him all over his tummy </3 he's so shy but can't help how ticklish he feels when you kiss him there

Someone needs to smooch him.. especially on his lips...

u come into my house w channie tummy…unprovoked…no warning…just like that…do u realize what you’ve just done to me 😓💞 it looks so soft here…soft n smoochable and biteable and squeezable i feel FAINT!!!

girl dinner 🍽 his squeaky giggles…oh u are so sick and twisted for this. the way he’s holding his shirt up is so so cute too, it makes me think of him lifting it w shaky fingers for u to dig into him to ur heart’s content and immediately burying his face in the fabric bc he’s too flustered to handle it!! squirming around, giggling uncontrollably, and clenching his stomach muscles under your lips as you cover every inch of him in kisses and bite marks…the deep red rings would look so pretty standing out against his pale skin <3 and if you dragged ur teeth gently along his hips before sinking in…he would absolutely lose his mind hehe in that moment he’s more grateful than ever that he has his shirt to hide behind, even if it does a poor job of masking all his sharp breaths n whimpers

[driaswrld]

would u still love me if i talked ab skz on main be honest

[club-cheongyang]

[pickletrip]

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hiii !

I was thinking about your surprise fic and remembered about Kylie Jenner posting panties with Travis name embroidered on them - do not judge me, everything I know about Kardashians is against my will. Soooo a naughty thought for you - a garters (not like a belt, but more like a type on a picture idk how to describe, sorry) with a Chris name embroidered on them. I know he would go absolutely feral about it

( everything i've learnt about about the kardashians has also been against my will KJDFHGKDFJGDFG )

your brain is so big. humongous brain, bby.

nsfw text under the cut the only reason i'm not writing anything for this rn bc i'm overwhelmed, but would you be okay if i ever used this idea for a piece later on??? jdkshfskjdf i just loved it

he'd go absolutely nuts. his brain would short circuit. doesn't matter where he was, if his girl had a garter with his name embroidered on it, he's dropping everything he's doing.

he's got extra work to do? not urgent anymore. he was planning to go to the gym with changbin? nope, not happening. jisung needed help moving furniture around? he can get minho to do it.

because chris is about to spend hours pleasuring his girl until neither of them can stand it anymore. he'd hold onto the thing while he pounds her to the matters (or the table, or the wall, or whichever surface they find themselves on, this man isn't about to waste a single second going to his bedroom, he's gonna have her right here, right now). he'd suck and kiss the skin all around it, leaving as many hickeys as he could.

you just know his inner wolf's gonna be like mine, mine, mine, mine, thick delicious thighs all for me, all mine

hell, if she did this when his rut was close it'd probably trigger it, that's how much it'd affect him DSJFKFJSDSDFHSKJDHF

[seafoamocean]

[eomcheong-keun-megi]