Hi hello I hope you're doing great
I don't know if you take requests or not but I can't stop thinking about Reader worshiping Chan like my man thinks he's not that attractive and doesn't understand when ppl say he's one of the sexiest man. So Reader does that somewhat cliché thing of dragging him in front of a mirror for him to say what he doesn't like about himself and then the reader shows him every details they find extremely sexy all that followed by a sweet passionate love making session. My man needs to receive some love and deserve to be worshipped.
Anyway I'd write that myself but I have no talent whatsoever and you're my favourite author on this entire site I only trust you to put this idea into words if you accept it of course.
But I'll also totally understand if you say no as you probably have a lot to do already. Either way I wish you a great summer and I hope both sides of your pillow are always cold.
Much love,
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Hi, hello for sending ideas to my inbox and apology for taking this long to replying to your request. And do not worry about cliche, I live for that and we need a little cliche in our lives.
The only problem is I'm not good with drabbles so I hope this fits what you have in mind and don't ever say you're not talented, say that again and I'll come to knock some sense into you! Have a great day and enjoy this fluffy, sexy drabble x
ADMIRE. (s,f)
Bangchan x reader. 2,7k words
It's not just the way he sits at the end of the bed with his shoulders sagged. The absence of smiles on his face and the sighs he constantly lets out are enough signs that Chan is having a bad day.
As a girlfriend, you take it as your duty to make sure that he's alright first, and from there, you can find a way to make him feel better.
It's always best to approach him in the way you usually do, with a bright smile and warm hug. Climbing onto the bed and sitting behind him on the bed.
"Hi, beautiful man," you greet him as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, planting your chin on his shoulder.
He looks over and flashes you a weak smile, "Hi," he greets back.
You press a kiss on his lips, then on his neck next, catching the smell of his natural scent that you like so much.
"Hmm..." you delightfully hum.
"I like how you smell when you come home at night," you shamelessly admit with your nose still planted in his neck.
That is enough to elicit a soft laugh out of him, "of my sweat?"
You take another whiff of his scent and hum again, "Of you."
"Huh?" He turns his head at you with a questioning look on his face.
"Of everything nice and comfortable and safe and..." You get shy the more you list the things his natural scent offers.
He smiles at you with a kiss pressed on your hand, "I like coming home to you," he says.
You glide your hands down his arms and then slip them under his arms, resting your hands on his stomach, feeling the toned muscles against the sleeveless top he's wearing.
"But you don't seem like it," you tell him.
He clasps his hands with yours in front of him, "Yeah?"
You nuzzle your nose in his neck again and hum, "You've been so quiet, baby. Is something bothering you?"
He shakes his head and draws a breath, "Nothing it's just... I don't feel good about myself lately."
You frown at his answer while turning your head his way, "But why?"
He shakes his head again and refuses to answer you.
The way he reluctantly tells you the details makes you sadder and that only means he's not comfortable enough to share it with you. You can't help but feel that maybe you took part in making him feel this way.
"Do I make you feel that way?" You meekly ask.
"No, no, no," he hastily replies, and knowing that it's not enough to convince you, he brings your hand close to his mouth, then kisses it.
"It's not you, baby," he says again.
The more he tries to convince you, the more you feel uneasy about yourself.
"Then please tell me who or what made you feel this way?" You plead, giving him the puppy eyes that you know he can't resist.
He smiles with eyes closed and lets out a long breath, "it's me. I don't feel confident about myself," he finally answers.
You look at him and pout, "Channie!"
"What?" He awkwardly laughs.
"How are you not confident?" Your eyes widened in disbelief.
If there's one word to describe Chan, that word would be perfect. He has everything that a girl like you could've asked for, a great personality, intelligence, a decent human being, and all of that wrapped in an attractive package.
Hearing him say that he doesn't feel confident about himself baffled you so much. It doesn't feel real at all that you get speechless and can only blink your eyes while trying to process his words.
"Are you joking me, babe?" You ask again just in case he was being playful.
His head drops and keeps looking down at his lap, "it's nothing really, I just—"
"How are you not confident about yourself?" You're aware of how rude you are for cutting him off midsentence.
"Because I'm not that good. I'm not... beautiful," he sounds so little when he said that and you hated it to hear it.
There's nothing wrong to feel so insecure about oneself but to say that he's not beautiful when he is the most beautiful in your eyes.
Your hands loosen around him and he thinks you're disappointed in him that he holds on to you not to let him go, "don't go, stay," he says.
You pat the space on the bed, gesture him to scoot there, "Come and sit here!"
Not sure what you're trying to do but he obeys without a word, scoots a little to the right.
You kneel behind him and put your hands on his shoulders, "Now, look ahead!" You order him.
Slowly, he glances up and surprises to see the reflection of himself in the mirror with you in front of him.
"You see that? That's you and me," you tell him, looking at him through the mirror.
"And all I see is a man who's smart, hardworking, passionate, thoughtful, kind, and warm," you're speaking with a soft smile on your face.
"He can be a little reckless, a little hot-headed, a whole lot indecisive but that's because you're a libra," you playfully remark.
Then you tilt his head until his eyes meet yours, "despite all of that, you are beautiful to me," you murmur and lower your lips on his, locked in a rapturous kiss with one hand wrapped around his neck.
"Thank you," he mutters his gratitude with a sweet smile.
"And I'm not done yet," you tell him with a sly grin.
You sit down on the bed, hugging him from behind with your legs on each side of him, your arms crisscrossing around him.
"Time to talk about this sexy exterior," you announce with your hand softly rubbing his chest.
"Oh, no, please, I'm not sexy," he denies and gets embarrassed when you haven't even started yet.
"Shh!" You hushed him by covering his mouth with your hand.
Seeing his dimpled smile only encourages you to keep going because he's cute and hot when he's shy, still have no idea how he makes that possible.
"Should we start with this body?"
You lower your hand to his abdomen and pull the hem of his top to reveal his abs, "My goodness!" You hiss close to his ear.
You slip your hand under his top and feel his toned muscles with your fingertips while lowly whimpering into his ear.
"I want to have a bite of this white chocolate," you tell him, knowing that it's cheesy enough to amuse him.
"Can I? Can I have a bite, Channie?" You seductively ask.
He can't answer as he keeps giggling but keeping your hand inside his clothes.
"Let's take this off, mmh?" You ask into his ear.
He nods and raises his hands to let you take it off him, tosses it aside after. His pale skin glows even under the dim light and you like seeing your hands touching it while you're looking through the mirror.
"How do you not feel good about this body, baby?" You lowly ask.
"Because—"
You turn his head and hastily capture him in a kiss, not giving him a chance to answer or deny your words. You keep kissing him, parting your mouth open to let his tongue invade your mouth.
Your hands are freely roaming around his body, touching, feeling, and teasing the sensitive parts of his body with fluttering touches.
When you let go of his kiss, you continue by making a long trail of kisses from his neck. He lowly moans feeling your soft lips on his warm skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his shoulder.
He turns his head and your eyes meet, you smile at him as you lean in for another kiss, and a hand slips in his soft curls. You playfully nibble on his lips and gently tug at them, "mmh... these lips..." you hum.
You brush your lips over him back and forth and give him a long peck after.
"So full, so plump, so... kissable," you say with a dreamy sigh.
You place kisses all over his face while muttering little compliments at him with every few kisses.
"You're so gorgeous."
"So stunning!"
"Hella sexy!"
"One delicious man," you playfully remark and sloppily kiss him, "with a pair of juicy lips!"
Chan giggles again with his dimples sunken deep in his cheeks and you hold him close to absorb his happiness, doubling it back to him as you giggle along with him.
He puts his hand on your hand slung across his shoulder and squeezes it, "Thank you, baby."
"I'm not finished yet," you grumble at him.
Now his turn to be baffled, "You have something else to say to me?"
You nod with a sly grin plastered on your face, "I haven't haven't talked about this beautiful, big nose yet."
He holds in his laughter and leers at you, "Oh?"
"It's so perfect," you compliment right into his ear in a sultry voice.
Chan seems to disagree with it and silently scoffed at it, "Perfect, huh?"
As a punishment for not trusting your words, you gently bite his nose, then hurriedly kiss it to soothe the pain.
"So perfect," you assure once more.
"Got me thinking what it would be like sitting on this pretty nose," you purr into his ear.
That sends him giggling again and plants his face in his hands, flustered by what you said, his ears reddening as the proof of it.
"Don't be shy, Channie baby," you tease.
You hold his body close as it's shaking with laughter and you feel good that he's slowly forgetting about the things that bothered his mind earlier.
"It's your fault for being so hot, can't help but think of lewd things with you," you shamelessly admit and playfully bite on his ear shell.
He puts his hands on your legs, rubbing them up and down your thighs as he kisses you again in a passionate kiss that escalates things further.
"If words aren't enough to convince you, baby," you say against his lips.
You keep his head turned your way with your hand holding his chin, with a deep gaze into his eyes, you say, "I can show you."
The long moan you let out as you lower yourself on him is echoing in the room. With your eyes closed, enhancing the other senses to be more receptive to the pleasure you're feeling as his cock buried to the hilt inside you.
"Oh... my... goodness," you lowly moan.
After a moment of adjusting yourself, you look down and open your eyes to see him looking at you, eyes wide and heavy with lust.
"Can't get enough of this big cock, baby," you tell him while rubbing his chest with both hands.
"You're so perfect inside me," you sigh again and feel his cock twitches inside you.
"Mmh, yeah, you are perfect," you tell him, leaning down to kiss his open mouth.
You take his hands and put them up, resting them on each side of his head, clasping your hands together as you kiss him again, taking your time with him.
"Keep them here," you tell him.
"Just lay back and let me take care of you, okay?" You trail his lower lip with your thumb before kissing it.
He nods when he finally registered your request and keeps his hands thrown around him.
You start by rolling your hips in circular motions, slowly as to feel his whole length inside you. You're doing it with your eyes fixated on his face, his jaws clenched and unclenched depending on the pleasure you brought on him.
"Feel that, baby? How your cock fill me whole?"
"Yeah..." he breathlessly answers then swallows air.
For this one night, you put your need aside and focus on how to make him feel good, you want to show him how much you like him, adore him, and admire him because he deserves to know.
You start pulsating your hips against him at a steady pace and moaning at how good it makes you feel, kissing him once in a while.
To give him more pleasure, you plant your feet against the mattress and drop your hands on his thighs as support, bouncing yourself up and down on his engorging cock, providing him more depth into you.
That seems to work to bring him close to his high, you change your pace and back to straddling him, "You're going to cum for me, right?"
He seems to be intoxicated in pleasure to be able to respond to you.
You grab his chin and ask him again, "You're going to cum for me, right, baby?"
He nods with his eyes clouded in lust and you keep going, keep moving to bring him closer to his high. With how good he feels inside you, it's not hard to get yourself close to your climax as well.
"That's right, baby," you coo.
"You're going to cum and fill me full with your love, yes?"
He grunts as you intensely clenched around him, "yes, yes," he hastily replies.
You pick up the pace and use all of your strength to keep moving, from his ragged breath and how his body is flushing red, you can tell he's on so close, on the brink of...
His hands gripping each side of your waist with his nails dug into the flesh, trying to slow you down when you know he wants you to keep going.
You slowly ride past his high while taking his hands and using them to touch you all over. He's grunting while you feel his hands all over you, using his hands to cup your breasts and kneading on them together with you.
His cock is twitching inside you and you stay still, taking all of him inside you.
A moment passed and you see him slowly gathering his senses. You decide to hover above him by propping a hand against the mattress and look at him, his half-shut eyes looking back at you.
You place a brief kiss on his lips then caress his cheek, "look at you..."
You land another quick kiss the continue speaking, "Letting me take care of you."
He pulls you into a hug with a long kiss on your temple, "oh, you made me feel so good," he murmurs.
You smile at him and land another soft caress on his face, "That's how much I adore you, baby."
He puts his arms around you and pulls you even closer.
"You're so beautiful to me," you whisper into his ear.
"Mmh..." he hums in response.
Not taking that as an answer, you look at him and stare into his eyes, "Want me to show you once again how much I meant my words?"
He laughs at your question and kisses you deeply, "I need time for that."
Chan puts all of your hair to the side and kisses you again, slowly, turning over on the bed to have you underneath him. You can see the glints in his eyes have returned as he gazes into you like your eyes hold the whole galaxy in them.
"I'm beautiful, I know," you confidently say.
He lets out a laugh and softly kisses you, "You are beautiful."
"And you are beautiful," you say back to him with your hands around his neck.
"And I love you," he says with a warm smile on his face that melts your insides in a second.
Not only that he's beautiful inside out, Chan always makes you feel beautiful even with the simplest gesture of tenderly caressing your cheek with his knuckle.
"And I love you too."
Because how can you not say those words back at him?
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