#stray kids bang chan

[baby-yongbok]

sub x sub smut is all i can think ab tbh!

like subby you and chan omg 😵‍💫

Good For You - Bang Chan x afab!Reader

✧ Content warning - Unprotected sex, creampie, anal toys, established relationship [MDNI] ✧ WC - 1.1k ✧ a/n: I think that sub x sub is interesting and that Chan fit this really well. My second choice would've probably been Han or Felix. Maybe even Hyunjin. Even thought Chan fit it well this was a bit of a challenge. I hope I did it justice! Thanks for the request! (*^_^*) ✧ Masterlist ✧

Most couples wear matching hoodies or sneakers. They’d buy bracelets with similar color schemes but you and Chan had a different idea. 

 “Baby..” He whimpers while the butt plug you bought vibrates inside of him. You found a cute couples set, pretty and pink with a cute heart shaped jewel on the flared end. 

“Channie..” You whine, fighting with his jeans to free him. “Hol’ still please.. Need..”  

He squirms against the mattress beneath him, the plug working wonders against his prostate and making his cock leak sticky strings that you lick up hastily. Your own plug is going at full speed, pushing you closer to the release that Chan has been trying to tease all night. 

Your boyfriend pulls you up from your spot between his knees with a huff, “No.. no no wanna suck your cock..” You protest and Chan cuts you off with a sloppy kiss on the corner of your lips. 

“Please just let me fuck you, need to fuck you, baby. I’ll be your good boy if you’ll be my good girl, please.” He pulls you into his lap and your hips buck at the contact. Your heads fall back, your breathing stutters as you paw at each other's bodies greedily. 

“I’m your good girl.” You moan, bucking your hips over him. Your pants found their way to the floor as soon as you two got home and your panties went somewhere with them. 

“Fuck, I can’t … you’re gonna make me cum..” His sentence breaks somewhere in the middle. His voice falters like his self control while you rub your slick bare cunt over his pulsing length. You grind over the head, rolling your hips in circles that makes you clench around the buzzing plug with a pathetic curse. 

“I’ll be so good, Channie, please..” His grip on your hips tightens, his eyes shut tight and his hurried breathing betrays him, getting caught in his chest when the head of his cock catches on your entrance. 

“Baby, let me fuck you, please please please.” Chan’s glassy eyes struggle to focus when he opens them to plead with you. “Ride me or - or I’ll ride you, please, anything..” 

His pleas mix with yours while you beg for the same exact thing. “Yes, yes, please..” You grind up and his cock slips inside. You share a fucked out keen and Chan’s fingers dig into your hips while yours press into his shoulders. 

“Fuck, move.. I need you to move or I’m gonna bust just like this, please..” Chan looks and sounds like he could cry. The plug pressing against his sweet spot is nearly painful with pleasure and when you move, bouncing over him just how he likes it, the plug fucks into him and his eyes roll back.

You’re no better, filled in both holes and seconds away from bursting at the seams. You can feel Chan’s thick cock rub up against the plug, you can feel the way he twitches with each wave of vibration that surges through you and you can feel your clit throb with pleasure from your impending climax. 

“Don’t stop, Don’t stop, you’re such a good - good girl f’ me..” His words are choked and the air is crowded with whimpers but his are significantly louder, overpowering your breathy whines with heady grunts and pathetic groans that only fuel the fire burning hot in your core. 

He meets you with a thrust each time you bounce over him, his rhythm falters and he bucks up. You swear that you can feel him in your stomach. You fall forward and he holds you tight, squeezing you and fucking up into you faster to chase his own high. 

“Channie, baby, feels so.. good. Please don’t cum yet, please don’t stop yet..” He whines, his hips stuttering again. 

“Need to cum, baby, need to..” His words are nearly incoherent when he speaks through clenched teeth. “Wanna make you feel good, wanna be your good boy but.. But..”

You clench around him and the both of you fall apart. Your orgasm dangles in front of your face, your clit pulses from the traveling vibrations of the plug and your boyfriend's intense climax only makes it worse. 

Chan melts beneath you, squeezing you to his chest and panting like he’s been underwater for ages. His cock twitches and pulses while he fucks you through his high. His movements are fast and choppy while he’s rambling in your ear.

“M’ sorry, sorry - fuck, s-so tight… so good, please cum.. I’ll make you cum, I’ll be your good boy.” His arm wraps around your waist and his hand cradles the back of your head while he moves you over him like a doll. A glorified flesh light designed just for him. 

“Yes, yes, yes, thank you. Look at me, please.. Wanna see you, baby.” He tries to pull back, tries to look you in the eye but the overstimulation of this messy cocktail has his glassy eyes hiding behind his lids. 

“Too much..” He bucks up harder and you’re seeing white. Everything seems to vanish as the pleasure seeps in and takes over. You scream, tears rolling down your cheeks as you chant a chorus of “thank you’s” to him. While you’re falling apart on top of him, Chan is being milked dry. 

He groans, it falls into a pathetic whine like he’s crying for you while his sensitive cock twitches inside of your swollen walls yet again. Your full cunt makes room for the new load by pushing your limits, making you leak around the base of his cock. 

“F-fuck, too much.” He whimpers while you ride out your high with fat tears streaming down your cheeks. You feel the overstimulation too. You feel the vibrating and pulsing and leaking. “Senstive, my dick is fucking… shit… baby, baby, get off..”

He lifts you and you whimper. His cock falls forward, his cum leaks from your stretched hole. His dick is red, swollen and pulsing and pretty. You straddle his thighs, watching his cock jump while leaking over the toned and taut muscle of his stomach. 

Your plugs are still going at high speed and he clenches around it. “I’m gonna k-keep fucking cumming if you don’t turn that off…” He doesn’t sound as opposed to it as he tries to seem. You look up at him with big eyes, blinking at him with an insatiable urge to empty him.

“I’ll be your good girl if you’ll be my good boy..” Your voice is soft yet strained from the earlier screaming and Chan curses. He squirms, looking down at you with eyes just as shiny as yours. Just as needy as yours. 

“I’m your good boy.”

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Venting to the wrong one

𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐘/𝐧

Groupchat: Orphan Children ⁉️

Recipient: Gender Neutral Y/N

A/N: this is all for kicks and giggles, none of this is meant to be taken serious. i have a stutter when I’m overwhelmed especially when I’m talking really fast. i have a small habit of mispronouncing words when I’m overthinking them. this post is in no way making fun of anyone who does these things.

Warning (s): Menace Seungmin Friendly Petname (Baby/Bby) Profanity Loving Bullying Mentions of Stuttering// Mispronunciation// Timeouts

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Going Dumb~ Chapter 12

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader, Stray kids x Fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Notes; This is an omegaverse!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; omegaverse!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, female!reader, poly!pack dynamics, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one omegaverse story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

The minute your phone started sounding off with your morning alarm you heard a groan from behind you, Minho’s arms tightened their hold as he buried his face in your hair. “Don’t go-“ He whined, causing you to giggle. “Min I told you last night- I promised Minnie he and I would go get everyone coffee before filming.” The alpha huffed, rolling you over onto your back so he could hover over you from your side with a smirk. “What if I could maybe…persuade you to stay?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, an amused look on your face as he slowly began kissing along the expanse of your neck. “Hmm as nice as this is, I still made a promise.” You gently pushed him back so that you could get up from the bed, giggling at the pout on his lips at your rejection. “I’ll be back with your coffee in a bit, try and sleep in some more yeah?” You teased. Since you were still dressed in the clothes you had arrived in the night before you decided to stop in your room to change before meeting up with the beta for your coffee run.

Upon entering the hotel room you were met with the comforting scent of warm fresh laundry causing you to peek into the bedroom and see Seungmin snuggled up with your pillow held tightly to his chest. Gosh- he looked so peaceful like this you thought. You tried your best to be quiet as you grabbed some clothes and a towel before slipping into the adjoining bathroom to take a quick shower and freshen up before the shoot that day.

When you exited, hair slightly damp though you did your best to towel dry it as to not wake Seungmin up with the sound of a hair dryer, you padded your way over to the bed and took a seat next to his still sleeping form. “Minnie~” you called out softly, hand coming to gently shaking his shoulder until soft brown eyes peered up at you from where his face was buried in your pillow to inhale the scent left behind.

“Bunny?” He mumbled, reaching up to rub at his tired eyes and you nodded. “It’s me, you still wanna go with me to get cof-“ Before you could finish your sentence you were pushed onto your back and pinned down by the weight of the beta on top of you, his face now buried in the crook of your neck as he whined. “You weren’t here when I came to get you earlier- I was so afraid you’d left.” He sniffled and your heart broke. He had gotten up even earlier to come and get you, or maybe to check on you after everything from the day before, and you weren’t there. You could only imagine what he had been thinking and your arms immediately wrapped around the beta to pull him closer. “Oh Minnie I’m so sorry to scare you like that- I was just in Minho’s room, he asked me to stay with him last night.” Seungmin growled lightly, nipping at your neck causing you to swat playful but in warning at the back of his head.

“Knock it off, puppy. I’m still sorry to have worried you but you don’t need to be getting all overprotective. I’m a big girl I can handle myself.” You teased, poking at his side until he sat up slowly and wiped at his tearful eyes. “Well what was I supposed to think….after everything you’d said yesterday- everything hyung said to you….I wouldn’t blame you if you up and left in the middle of the night without telling us- I just…” You shook your head, cupping his face in your gentle hands before placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I told you I would stay, didn’t I? I made you a promise. Now come on, let’s go and get these grouchy alpha’s their caffeine so you can all function properly today.” Seungmin smiled, nodding as you both got up and slipped your shoes on to head out on your mission.

It was only an hour later that you were now stood outside Chan’s door, a strawberry and banana smoothie with energy boost in one hand as you hesitantly raised a hand to knock at the door. Seungmin tried to get you to let him be the one to bring the leader his morning drink but you knew how that would go and you didn’t want there to be any fighting let alone on a day where they had to work together so closely.

After knocking a few times with no answer you sighed before a voice sounded behind you. “Bunny? What are you doing-“ you stiffened, the strong scent of ocean water smelling a bit muskier than usual crashing into you. As you turned to face the alpha you saw how his bangs clung to his forehead with sweat and you felt a little weak in the knees. “Chan. Uh- got you a smoothie to help energize before filming.” You said, putting on what you hoped was a warm smile though it felt forced as you held the drink out to him. Chan frowned a bit, a look of confusion clear on his face as he took the smoothie from you carefully. “Thanks, Bun…listen about-“ You shook your head, placing a hand on his bare shoulder as you moved past him. “Go and wash up before it’s too late, we should be heading out soon.” You gave him another smile and he felt like the cracks in his heart were growing as he fought the whine threatening to escape his throat. How could you be so sweet and smiley towards him after all he had said to you? Chan sighed, knowing you were right as he let you head back to your own room to finish getting yourself ready for the day before slipping into his own room for a much needed shower after his early gym session.

Filming was going well so far, already having gotten most of the shots done by the time you were waiting back against the refreshments table in the makeshift news casting studio they were currently filming in. You were a little star struck, you had to admit. Seeing such a big name as Ryan Reynolds in front of you so casually was something you never could have imagined but here you were! The older omega had been so kind to you as well, thanking you and other staff for all your help and even offering to pay for lunch to be catered for everyone. Watching him act was a whole other pleasure as you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics, taking a sip from your water bottle as you leaned against a particularly clingy Seungmin who had only left your side when absolutely necessary all day. Minho was no better, dragging Jisung along with him to follow you everywhere they could and even having you talk to the younger alpha about what had happened the night before to calm your nerves. By that point everyone who was in the room during the fight had come to reassure you and apologize for whatever part they had in causing you to doubt your position in the pack, all but one.

Chan stood alone leaning against the wall opposite to the refreshments table where you were currently chatting with the rest of the members and a few staff, laughing so hard you threw your head back with the force of it and he couldn’t help but smile to himself. You had been so sweet to him all day and it made the guilt he felt eat at him even more. From making sure he was always staying hydrated to practically forcing him to take a break and eat some of the lunch Ryan and his team had ordered. Even after saying such hurtful things, telling you that it was a mistake to have you join their pack, you were still looking after him and it made the guilt just that much worse. He looked away quickly before anyone could catch him staring, but it was too late. “Chris, buddy- what is going on between you two?” Ryan asked casually as he took a sip from the water bottle in his hand, leaning against the wall beside the alpha.

“I fucked up, man…like- big time.” Chan sighed, trying not to mess up his makeup as he rubbed at his temples lightly in hopes of releasing the headache he felt coming on. The older man laughed as he shook his head. “I can see that. So- you wanna talk about it or just keep letting it fester until things get worse?” The omega smirked, looking over to him with an amused glint in his eyes. Chan sighed, knowing it was better to talk about it than hold it in like he had said. “There was an incident that happened at the met…she put herself in a dangerous situation and instead of just telling her I was worried about her and being there for her I lashed out because I was stressed and I- I said some shit I didn’t mean and that I never should have…” Ryan raised an eyebrow at that, looking back over to where you were now sitting on Changbin’s lap as the alpha fed you bits of cookie while the two of you chatted about something.

The omegan actor thought for a moment, then sighed deeply. “She’s a good omega, and she seems to handle your pack with ease…so why were you stressed? Don’t think she can take care of herself?” The alpha frowned, thinking for a long pause before answering. “I don’t like to be out of control…and she- can be a wild card. I’m not used to omegas, you know…my whole family are alphas and I don’t really meet many omegas in my line of work- I guess I just don’t really know what to do with myself around her.” Chan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he continued. “I know as the pack alpha I should lean on her, not push against her…she can help balance things out so I’m not so stressed but- it’s hard to give up any control when it’s not something I’m used to.” The older man nodded, chuckling as he turned to face the younger with a hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “Do you want my advice? As an elder and an omega?” He was nodding before Ryan even finished talking. “Please- god. How do I make this right?” The omega laughed again, shaking his head. “You need to let go, show her you trust her and that you think she is capable. Talk to her…and for the love of god- grovel.” Chan’s eyes widened at that, looking over his shoulder to see where you were going one by one and checking on the rest of the pack to make sure they were hydrating properly. “D’ya think she would even let me?” Ryan sighed at that, turning to watch you work like Chan was. “I think so…you can see it in her eyes whenever she was helping you earlier. She wants to feel safe again and no matter how much reassurance she gets from them she needs it from you the most….not just because you were the one to fuck up but because you’re the pack alpha. Her tie to them is through you and she won’t feel secure until you show her that she is.”

After his talk with the actor Chan felt a determination set in, he was going to make this right. Filming took up the entire rest of the day and every time he could he would give you his thanks, letting you take care of what you needed too instead of stepping in to help or take over like he normally would. Little by little your smiles to him felt more genuine but he knew it wouldn’t be enough.

Later, when filming wrapped and everyone was back at the hotel, he paced around his room for an hour before finally ending up outside your room. He had sent out a text to the other members to leave you alone for the night, that he needed to talk with you and he hoped that they had listened as he knocked on your door before he could hesitate and change his own mind.

When the door swung open and your sweet citrusy scent washed over him he immediately dropped to his knees. “Bunny, I don’t know what I can say to get you to listen to me but please-“ Your eyes were wide, looking down at him before glancing up and down the hallway. “Christopher get up someone is going to see you and think something’s wrong-“ you whisper-shouted at him, panic in your eyes but he shook his head. “Something is wrong- I fucked up and I let my anger get the better of me and I know you can probably never trust me now- I failed you.” He is crying now, tears spilling over his cheeks as his shoulders shake with the weight of his sobs. You whine, still worrying about what someone would say if they saw the two of you like this so you use all of your strength to haul him up and pull him into the hotel room before closing the door with you both safely inside. “Chan, seriously- why has this got you so upset?” You frown, though your heart still aches from his words the night of the met you can’t help but go soft when he is like this, a hand gently brushing through his still perfectly styled hair from the shoot that day.

Like waves crashing over the cliffs of a rocky ocean side his scent washed over you and you couldn’t help but pull him close and bury your face in the crook of his neck in search of comfort and comforting him in return. Immediately he broke, sobs coming harder as he clung to you desperately. “I didn’t mean it. Any of it- I was just so frustrated and upset and-and angry that I wasn’t there to protect you. To take care of you- but I hurt you instead and I can never take it back…” You shushed him, hand rubbing his shoulders and back firmly as you attempted to sooth the alpha. “I-…I get it. You have so much pressure on you from the company to be perfect. But that’s why I’m here…who’s going to protect you if you are protecting everyone else?” He sniffled, nosing at your scent gland gingerly as his hair tickled your neck. “I know…I know I need to lean on you more- it’s just so hard…” You nod in understanding, placing a gentle kiss to the top of his head before pulling back. “You are forgiven, you know. But Chan….this is not the first time you’ve said this. If you-…” You sighed, looking away from him as you tried not to let his soft, sad brown eyes get to you and weaken your resolve. “You say you don’t mean it but you keep lashing out and telling me I was a mistake, that you regret me. I understand it’s from all the stress but you need to get a hold on your anger. For all of us, yourself included.” You scolded him lightly, hands giving his shoulders a squeeze and he nodded, taking a deep and shaky breath. “I promise you- please stay and let me prove to you that I can be better, a better alpha for you.” You shook your head, lifting his chin with your fingers slowly until your eyes met. “I was already going to stay, for them. But if you can show me that you really mean what you say then I guess I can stay for you as well.” You gave him a warm smile, a genuine smile, and he positively melted as he fell to his knees in front of you once more.

Something about the way you were being so stern with him, yet so gentle, and the slight shift in your scent had him weak and a fire igniting inside him. “I promise- god Bunny I promise I will make it up to you.” His arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your hip bone causing you to blush as you looked down at your position. “Ch-Chan…” he growled low in his chest, though it broke off into a whimper as he began placing kisses along your clothed hip and thighs. “Please…please let me make it up to you-“

Your hands came up to cover your face as you felt yourself slicking up too fast at the open submission of the alpha in front of you. “L-Like this, Chan? R-Really?” You couldn’t help but stutter, it took everything within you to get the words out at all. He was nodding again, fingers curling in the waistband of your sleep shorts as he glanced up at you with darkening eyes. “Is that okay?” He all hit whispered and you had to use a hand to brace yourself against the door at the desperation clinging to his scent. Fuck it. “Yeah, if you’re sure this is-“

You didn’t have to say anymore, your shorts and underwear were swiftly pulled down to your ankles and the alpha groaned as the scent of your slick hit him in a strong wave once the barrier had been removed.

His nose brushed against your clit gently as he leaned in, eyes closed as he inhaled deeply before letting his tongue swipe between your folds slowly while a low growl rumbled in his chest once more. You let out a whimper at the touch, back now resting against the door to help steady yourself as he continued to lick and such at your folds while his nose bumped against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your mound. “C-Chris~” you practically mewled, a hand coming to tangle in his hair stuff from product and he whimpered as you gave a little tug to move his head where you wanted him. Plush lips wrapped around your clit as he sucked hard causing your head to hit the door with a dull thud and a gasp to leave your lips. “Oh my god- k-keep doing that, fuck-“ you moaned, your free hand holding up the hem of your oversized sleep shirt so you could get a better view of the alpha as he devoured you. Chan was a mess, hair tangled in your tight grip and eyes glossed over with pleasure as his face was completely covered in your slick as it continued to slip down your inner thighs with the delicious smell of ripe oranges permeating the room. He ate you out with an eagerness that took your breath away as you brought one leg up to rest over his shoulder and pull him closer to you as you felt the beginnings of your climax approaching rapidly. “Fuck Chan- ‘m gonna cum oh god-“ The alpha moaned against your core as he maintained his pace, lapping up your juices as if it were the most delightful thing he had ever tasted and may not ever get to experience again. As your high came crashing down over you your mouth fell open in a silent scream and you had to brace yourself with the hand that had been holding your shirt against the door to not completely fall over in the middle of it as your hips bucked wildly against his face.

Once the waves of aftershock pushed through you and the alpha pulled back as to not overstimulate you, you collapsed into his arms in a boneless heap while he placed soft kisses along your neck and cheeks leaving a trail of your own slick that coated his face and lips. “I s-said you were forgiven you know you didn’t have to do all that..” you said breathlessly, giggling a bit as you cupped his face and brought him in for a sweet kiss. When you pulled back he wore a dopey shy smile and chuckled a bit. “I wanted to…god you are so amazing I don’t know how I didn’t ask to do that sooner-“ Chan said as he stared at you with stars in his eyes. “Okay, you are clearly scent drunk. Come on, we need to get you showered off and into bed we have a plane to catch in the morning.” You chastised lightly though there was no sternness left in you, only softness and as if you weighed absolutely nothing at all Chan stood with your legs wrapped around his waist and hands firmly under your thighs before heading for your bathroom.

You shared a few more kisses on the way, giggling to yourselves as he didn’t even set you down as he turned on the shower and removed your tshirt. He did set you down, however, to remove his own clothes and you couldn’t help but blush at the sight of his very hard and leaking cock now fully on display. You tried to look away but when he picked you back up and stepped under the warm spray of water you felt it pressed between your bodies and you both let out a groan at the feeling. “I’m gonna set you down now, okay? Hold onto my shoulders if you still feel a little wobbly.” He murmured against your temple as he placed a soft kiss there. How he was able to keep his composure like this and put your needs first when you could see and feel how aroused he was you had no clue but you commended him for it in your mind, nodding as he gently helped you stand on your own too legs. Your hands were still holding onto him, fingers laced behind his neck as you looked up into chocolate brown eyes with so much desire his cheeks began to burn. “Bunny, can you pass me the shampoo?” He asked, his voice a little strained as you nodded and reached behind you to grab what he asked for. You could feel his resolve slipping when you turned back to hand him the bottle of shampoo and pressed your bare chest against his own, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Here ya go, Channie.” The whine that left him made you giggle until suddenly your back was pressed against the cold tile of the shower wall. “Teasing is no fun, you know.” He growled in your ear, setting the bottle back on the shelf behind you before letting his hands roam your body. “You’re so beautiful, you know…so soft and pliable. God I want you so bad.” He groaned, kissing at your neck and you let out a breathy moan in response. “Then take me. Have me. Please-“ Your begging was cut off when he crashed his lips against your hungrily and his fingers came down between your bodies to slide across your stomach and down to your heated core. While his kiss deepened a finger carefully prodded at your entrance before slipping in with little resistance and you moan moaned into each other’s mouths.

As your kiss got more heated so did the room around you as the steam from the shower and lust combined blurring your vision, another finger slipping inside you as Chan kissed down the column of your neck to leave little marks where the others would clearly see. “Ch-Chan wha-“ he growled lowly, picking up the pace with his fingers as he bit down particularly hard on your shoulder though it wasn’t enough to be a claiming mark. “You’re doing so well for me, taking my fingers so easy. Just one more- can you do that? One more-“ you moaned, nodding so fast you thought you might strain your neck as he carefully added a third finger before continuing to stretch you out and by the looks of his size you were grateful even though it burned slightly at the moment his fingers were nothing in comparison to the girth that you hoped would be inside you soon.

The alpha continued to pump his fingers inside you while mouthing at any of your exposed flesh he could reach in his position, growling and moaning against your body as he began humping your thigh impatiently. You couldn’t blame him really as you were no better, the thick smell of saltwater and musk washing over you and clouding your mind until all you could think of was him. At this point you were moaning and whimpering, begging for him to just fuck you already whenever you could find your voice through the pleasure he was giving you. He chuckled darkly, slipping his fingers out slowly before bringing them to his mouth to clean the slick off of them. “God you taste so good. I won’t ever be able to get enough of you, Bunny.” He groaned, hand wrapping around his length to give it a few sharp tugs before lining up with your entrance.

As he pushed in your eyes rolled back, glazing over as you let out a long moan that ended in a whimper as he fully seated himself inside you. Chan had one of your legs hiked up over his hip with his hand griping your thigh so tightly it was sure to leave bruises the next day while your other foot was still planted firmly on the ground. Looking down at where you were both connected the alpha let out a low growl before pulling back slightly just to thrust back inside. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So perfect- soft.” He moaned, face coming to bury in your neck as he licked and sucked at your scent gland while also being careful not to bite there. You whimpered, clinging to him desperately as your body began to shake from partially holding yourself up. Taking this as his queue he reached down slightly and hoisted you up by your thighs until he had your back pressed firmly against the wall and was now using his strength to move you up and down his length with ease. “Oh my god Chan s-so fucking big-“ you whined, clawing at his back as he absolutely destroyed you, the sound of wet skin hitting skin echoing off the shower walls as he pounded into you.

With your legs wrapped tightly around his waist he brought one hand in between you to rub circles on your clit and that was it for you, letting out a piercing scream as you came around him. The feeling of your walls clenching down on him was enough to send the alpha over the edge as Chan came deep inside of you with a high pitched moan as his forehead rested against yours. You felt sated and full, fighting against the sudden wave of drowsiness that washed over you in your post coital haze. As gently as he could Chan set you down as he let his softening cock slip from inside you, letting you lean against his broad chest as he stroked your wet hair and whispered soft reassurance to help bring you down.

With a lot of help from the alpha’s strength you both washed your bodies off, helping each other massage shampoo and conditioner into each other’s hair before getting out and drying off with the fluffy hotel towels kept in a neat stack under the sink. You shared glances at each other as you did so, giggling and shy as your cheeks both heated up at the memory of what you had done only moments ago. Any tension you had felt over your fight had fully dissipated, replaced with soft kisses and touches that promised of a better tomorrow, a future where you could lean on and trust each other when things got tough instead of it turning into a screaming match between the both of you. It was only the beginning, but your chest felt light as you snuggled up against his warm body under the sheets of your bed and began drifting off peacefully without much fear. Through your pack bond you could feel how content he was, how relaxed, and it caused you to place a soft kisses to his cheek that brought out the dimpled smile you loved so much. “Thank you Bunny…I- you mean so much to me…and I promise from now on I’ll make sure to rely on you more.” You hummed, nodding as you buried your face in his neck to inhale the relaxing scent of the beach in a warm summers night. “You can trust me, I’m here for you and I don’t plan on going anywhere any time soon.”

author’s note; waaahh it’s been so long since I wrote for this story I feel- a month I think?? Gosh- anyways uuuhhh sorry if the smut seems kinda clumsy I’m still getting the hang of it hehe I hope you all enjoyed~~ feedback is appreciated (unless it sucked then pls be kind I have major fear of rejection ૮꒰ “ . . ꒱ა)

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[bluesungology]

MY HEART

Bokseungah feat. Binchan

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

again

pairing: chan x gn reader

genre: smut

word count: ~700

warnings: rough oral, pet names, hand around throat but not choking.

an: the way i had this written as a daddy fic but then edited those bits out.. 😞 that’s why the aftercare is a little lacking. anyways, this thought has been plaguing my brain for like a week now. so here you go. it’s kinda a little bit filthy. 🤏����

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he had come home after a long day, shoving you to the floor without so much as a hello. but you were used to this. on especially hard days, chris just needed to use you. to release some stress. and you didn’t mind being his little toy. you welcomed it. yes please, use me. so that’s how you ended up on the floor at his feet, on your knees, looking up at him.

he groaned. this is exactly what he needed. he felt a little better already, just seeing you knelt before him. he just stood there, waiting, his cock pressing painfully hard behind the zipper of his jeans. you knew what to do though. you kissed him, what you assumed to be his tip, through his jeans. you kissed all over his bulge, your mouth watering at the thought of what comes next.

“don’t tease me.” he ordered.

you reached up and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down his thighs, along with his underwear. his cock sprang free, standing at attention, leaking precum. you licked your lips before licking his tip. he let you take it slow at first, licking up and down his shaft, soaking him in your spit. your hand stroked him as you moved your tongue to his balls, taking them into your mouth one by one.

but he was getting antsy. his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. itching to grab you by your hair. but he resisted.

you pulled him into your mouth, slowly moving him in and out, getting used to his size. with each inward thrust, you took him deeper, until his tip was hitting the back of your throat. and that’s when he lost it.

“i can’t hold back.” he grunted, fingers threading into your hair. “ready?”

you did your best to look up at him through your lashes, nodding your head, his tip still in your mouth. but after your go ahead, he thrusts became harsh. he fucked your mouth, his pace brutal. you loved every second of it though. but your favorite, was when he forced himself as far down your throat as he could, your lips touching the little hairs at his base. he would hold you there, pulsing for a moment, before pulling all the way out. you sputtered and coughed, gulping in air, and then using that air to giggle, smiling up at him.

“again.” he presses his tip to your lips and shoves himself down your throat once more. his hand gently wraps around your throat, not to apply pressure, but to feel himself. he could feel his cock in your throat, from the outside. it made his eyes roll back. he pulled all the way out again, letting you breathe. “fuck, baby. you take me so well.”

he let his drool soaked cock fall onto your face. it rested against your cheek, his tip on your forehead. you nuzzled your face against it, and it gave a little jump, ready for more. spit was dripping down your chin and onto your thighs, your eyes were glassy and dazed, but the cock drunk smile on your face was all he needed to see. once more, he forced himself past your uvula, wrapping his hand around your throat to palm himself through your skin. “fuck.. ‘m gonna cum.” he warned. you hummed around him, your lungs screaming for oxygen that your clogged nose couldn’t provide. “fuck.. fuck baby here it comes.”

he could feel his cock twitching, his cum shooting down into your belly. you coughed around him, gagging on his cum. he pulled out immediately. you swallowed, coughed, and looked up at him. your cheeks were flushed, tears leaking from your eyes. but you were still smiling. he knelt down, so he was face to face with you. he cupped your face in his hands, wiping at your cheeks with his thumbs. “are you okay, baby?” he asked. “i wasn’t too rough?”

you shook your head no. “i love it when you do that.” you say, voice hoarse.

“i had a long day.” he confesses, chuckling. “needed a little release.”

he kissed your lips gently. “thank you.” he muttered.

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[quokkaholic]

Sauna Syncope b.c

Warnings: MNDI, fluffy smut with just a pinch of plot, oral f receiving, slight overstim, soft dom!chan, passing tf out, touching y/n while unconscious but not sexual, cussing duh. Lightly edited

Synopsis: I saw a TikTok (rip) where someone said that something like this happened in the dark romance she was reading (unfortunately she did not drop the rec). Chan is a munch, and the physical and sexual heat cause y/n to lose consciousness.

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Bang Chan has been traveling for work a lot recently, and even though you understand it's just part of his job and weren’t upset with him by any means, he decided he wanted to “make it up to you” by taking you on a long weekend trip before he has to go back out of town. As it is winter in Korea, he rented out a villa for you guys to have romantic getaway in the snow covered mountains. The day you arrived, you questioned if the location truly mattered at all as you two barely left the bedroom. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and while that might be true, you know for a fact that it makes your lust expand exponentially. Weeks of pent up desire flowing between you. With you both being on different sleep schedules, you end up staying up into the early hours of the next morning for round after round, but they don’t feel like separate events, each flowing seamlessly into each other more like waves of passion and intimacy ebbing and flowing.

It's rare you can get Chan to sleep in late with you; he's such a busy body, always feeling as if something needs to get done. Last night must have exhausted him as much as it did you; although he still woke up before you, the time was on the brink of midday. If you two were home, he’d be flying out of bed rushing to be productive in one way or another, but here, he snuggled up against your sleeping form drinking in your warmth and light snores and sighs. He's committing every moment to memory to get him through his next stint of being apart from you. His tender touch draws patterns over your exposed skin gently rousing you from your slumber. When he notices you stirring, he pets with more force shifting to massaging your arm and shoulder that are sticking out over the duvet attempting to keep you from drifting back to sleep.

“Morning, Babe.” His groggy voice makes your heart flutter. He plants a firm kiss to your forehead before trying to slip out from under the covers and off the bed, but your newly found sentience allows you to sling your arms around his waist to stop him. Your arms are weak due to your sleepy state, but you don’t have to exert any force for him to fold, halting his movements and sliding back next to you giggling. You lay in bed for another half hour snuggling, rubbing, and sharing lazy kisses. He finally gets you to let him go with promises of breakfast for lunch.

After fueling up on food and coffee, you two bundle up, putting on lay after layer before venturing out into the snow. You make a cutesy family of snowmen and toss a few snowballs, but it doesn’t last long as a rogue ball hits you in the chest and explodes in your face. Chan feels so bad, he keeps apologizing and insisting you hit him back, and when you refuse you have to stop him from shoving his face in the snow in your honor.

Before you had left the house, Chan had turned on the sauna to heat up. While playing in the powder was delightful, the frigid air was starting to burn your skin and chill your bones. The warming steam of the spa was calling to you. When you decide to go inside, Chan tells you to go on without him because he needs to quickly send some emails, god forbid he goes a day without doing at least a little work.

After peeling off your wet outer layer and leaving it by the fire to dry, you head back to your room to strip the rest of the way down and put on a robe only to remove it when you get to the steam room, grabbing a small towel before entering. The room is so hot against your chilled skin, it almost stings as you’re defrosted. You find a seat on the wooden bench and practically melt into it. Not only does the radiating heat feel heavenly warming you up but it also helps release any tension or soreness left from yesterday’s salacious acts. The temperature and humidity in the room is so high that it's a little difficult to breathe, but besides that, it's serene, like being swaddled in a cloud. The bench is deep enough to lie down, but you opt for scooting back into it so you can rest your head on the back wall lifting one of your feet and resting it on the edge, stretching your hip just right so that you cant help but let out a sigh. With your head tilted back, you close your eyes and place the small towel over your lids, letting your body go limp and be swallowed by the heated mist. A layer of sweat and condensation starts forming on your skin gathering and falling down in rivulets, but you can't bring yourself to even care to wipe them, so tranquil you don't want to move a muscle. That sentiment remains when you hear the door open and shut; it can only be one person, so you don't bother looking, but when a minute or two go by and he hasn’t said anything, you gather the motivation to raise the towel off an eye to peek for Chan. You find him bare, having discarded his matching robe at the door presumably when he saw your lack of modesty, on his knees in front of you, hunger in his eyes and a loving smirk on his lips.

“You’re a vision, Y/n. My goddess” speaking in a sultry but hushed tone as if he’s just talking to himself, as he reaches forward to grab your hips and pull you to the edge.

He begins his worship by scattering wet kisses on your thighs, his plump lips almost cooling on your hot skin. Working up higher and higher with each kiss, he lingers on the marks he had left on your skin little more than 12 hours earlier. He makes his way to your mound, covering you with more sweet affection.

“Channie” you sign his name. He lets out a soft sound of acknowledgement mixed with a moan, the sound stoking the fire inside. Your inner heat growing to match the external one. He finally plants a sloppy kiss over your clit earning a hiss as you suck in a breath through your teeth.

“Oh, you're so good to me,” praising him.

“It's only what you deserve, Baby” mumbling into your cunt, refusing to remove his lips even to talk. His kisses on and around your sensitive bud become longer and more powerful, eventually switching to gently sucking as he uses his fingers to toy with your entrance, just barely dipping the tip of his index in and out. Instead of continuing with his fingers, Chan moves his tongue to take over for his digit. Licking into your opening, savoring every bit of your arousal. Rubbing his nose over your slick and swollen clit, knowing you go crazy for it. It's not long before you feel your release coming.

“Fuck Baby, I’m gonna…oh” drawing out the last word as your orgasm racks through you. Chan smiles up at you as he continues to lap at your center, face flushed and loose curls sticking to his quickly dampening forehead; you’ll never get over the sight of him between your thighs. He allows his tongue to slow as he eases you down from your high, but he doesn’t pull away. Soon Chan is slowly slipping two fingers into you, inducing a prolonged groan.

“Sounds so pretty, Babe”, his compliment and slow curling of his fingers cause a string of curses to leave your lips as you try to put together a coherent sentence. Between pants you manage to get out,

“Chris… I don't know if I can… again.” You’ve already cum so many times in the past day, it's hard to imagine having another.

“Need me to stop? I just want to make my love feel good” He always takes both your pleasure and concerns very seriously.

“It feels so good” you whine out with your head tossed back.

“Hmm I think you can do it. Just one more, Y/n. For me.” You don’t have to look, you can hear the cheeky smile in his voice. He remains devouring you while working his fingers in perfect time. His soft licks to your clit are sending jolts of pleasure through you, and Chan is loving watching your squirm on his tongue. Volume raising and thighs squeezing around his head, he knows what is coming.

“That's it babe, doing so good”

“Fuuuh,” is all you can get out, shaking and whimpering. The air feels thick, not just with lust, but the steam and heat are starting to get to you. Your breaths are becoming strangled, if you were smart you’d ask for a break to steady your heaving chest, but it feels so unfathomably good and you’re so close to bursting. Chan’s free hand wraps from under your thigh and drags up it before reaching out to interlace your fingers. The tender gesture causes your pounding heart to lurch and send you reeling as you cum yet again shuddering against Chan’s face. Just as the peak passes and relief floods your mind darkness takes over your vision. You don’t have time to panic before you lose consciousness. This wouldn’t be the first time you blacked out from pleasure, but it is the first time you didn’t immediately wake up.

When you gradually come to, the first thing you hear is running water and feel cool water flowing over you. Opening your eyes, you find yourself on the built in granite seat of the shower in the master bathroom.

“Hi Channie,” you whisper, pulling him from his focus as he wiped your body with a soft rag. A sigh of relief escapes his lips.

“Hi my baby. How do you feel?” he asks calmly but with poorly masked concern on his face.

“I’m great. A little sleepy but so happy. How long was I out?” you ask groggily.

“Just long enough for me to get you to the shower, so only a couple of minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I knew you’d be okay once I got your body temp down, but shit, if that wasn’t terrifying.” he says with a bit of a nervous chuckle before continuing,

“No more sauna for you” he commands.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m okay now,” you attempt to rise to your feet, but are met with Chan's strong hands on your shoulder holding you down.

“Sit your ass down. You’re not walking anywhere, at the very least until the end of the day. You might feel fine now, but I'm still making you a doctor’s appointment to get checked out just to make sure nothing is wrong. Now just sit there while I finish washing you. I give you a little show while I get clean to keep you entertained. Then, we’ll go cuddle and watch something. Deal?” he asks as if you have a choice.

You spend the rest of the vacation trying to convince him that you are totally fine, and while he says he believes you, he is still doting on you even more than usual.

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A.n- thanks for reading :) if you saw me post this earlier, no you didn’t. V sad about the tt ban. Where am I supposed to watch edits now?

-mo ❄️

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lee know x gn! reader

summary: you and leeknow were dancing together when tension fills the room and causes truth to be revealed

genre: fluff

warnings: kissing

word count: 2.2k

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lee know looked over at his best friend. there was a slight change in the atmosphere of the room. he could feel a tension building between them. he tried to ignore it, focusing on the music and his own moves. but his gaze kept drifting back to you noticing little things he had never before. the way your hair fell in his eyes, the way your body moved with the rhythm of the music.

as they continued to practice their choreography, lee know couldn't shake the feeling that there was something different between them. they had danced together countless times before, but this time felt different. he could feel his heart racing, his palms sweating, his movements becoming more intense.

every move they made seemed to bring them a little bit closer together, their bodies almost touching as they danced. the tension between them was palpable, and lee know knew he was powerless to resist it.

they finished the dance, both of them panting and out of breath. the silence between them was heavy, full of unspoken words and hidden feelings.

he looked over at you, his eyes meeting yours in a silent plea. he knew he couldn't keep lying to himself anymore. he couldn't ignore the feelings growing inside of him for you.

he took a step towards you, closing the distance between them, and gently placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing along your jawline.

his heart was racing as he looked into your eyes, searching for any sign that you might be feeling the same way. but all he saw was a mixture of confusion and surprise in your expression.

he wanted to say something, to tell you how he felt, but the words got caught in his throat. he was scared, scared of ruining the friendship they had built over the years and scared of rejection.

instead he just stood there, his hand still on your cheek, his eyes fixed on yours. the silence between them grew heavier, the tension palpable.

he took a deep breath, steeling himself to finally speak, when suddenly the door to the practice room burst open and their other members walked in, breaking the tense atmosphere.

they quickly pulled apart, trying to act casual as the others started chatting and warming up. but the tension between them didn't go unnoticed, and they received a few curious glances from their members.

as they started the next dance practice, lee know's mind was elsewhere. he couldn't focus on the choreography, his thoughts constantly returning to the moment he had shared with you just moments ago.

he kept stealing glances at you throughout the practice, but you avoided his gaze, keeping your focus on the dance. he wondered if you were avoiding him deliberately or if you were just as lost in your thoughts as he was.

the dance practice came to an end, and as they were packing up, one of their members jokingly asked lee know why he was so distracted during practice. he brushed it off with a laugh, making up excuses about being tired.

the other members chuckled and went back to their own conversations, but lee know could feel your eyes on him, a hint of concern in your expression.

he glanced at you, trying to decipher the look in your eyes. was it concern for him as a friend, or something more? he couldn't tell, and the uncertainty was driving him crazy.

as the others said their goodbyes and left the practice room, lee know stayed behind, pretending to look for something in his bag. he waited until he was alone with you before speaking.

"can we talk?" he asked, his voice strained. he could feel the tension coiled in his chest, ready to burst at any moment.

you looked at him, surprised by the seriousness in his voice. you nodded, setting your bag down and taking a seat on the floor next to him.

he sat there for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before finally speaking. "I need to tell you something," he said, his voice quieter than usual.

you looked at him, feeling a sudden lump form in your throat. you could see the uncertainty and vulnerability in his eyes. "what is it?" you asked, your heart rate quickening.

he took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for something big. "I... I need to be honest with you," he began, his voice wavering slightly. "I have feelings for you."

the words hung in the air, heavy with their weight. you froze, your mind racing. you had never expected him to say something like that, and you were caught completely off guard.

he continued, his heart pounding in his chest. "I know it might be surprising, and I don't know if you feel the same way, but I needed to tell you." he looked at you, his gaze filled with a mixture of vulnerability and hope.

you felt a rush of emotions - surprise, confusion, and a tingle of something else. you had always known him as your best friend, but now you saw him in a different light, the possibility of something more between you.

"I... I don't know what to say," you managed to stammer out. your mind was a mess, trying to process everything he had just confessed to you.

he nodded, his expression one of understanding. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "And I don't expect anything from you. I just needed to be honest."

a silence fell over the practice room, the only sound being the hum of the air conditioner. you could hear the beating of your own heart in your ears, the moment feeling surreal.

he shifted, his eyes searching your face for any indication of your feelings. but you were still trying to make sense of everything, your emotions all over the place.

"take your time," he said softly. "I'm sorry for dropping this on you out of nowhere." he looked away, feeling awkward and vulnerable.

you could sense the mixture of nerves and raw honesty in his words, and it tugged at your heartstrings. you had always been close friends, but now there was a new level of emotional intimacy between you.

you took a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts. "can I be honest too?" you asked, your voice just above a whisper.

he looked at you, a flicker of hope appearing in his eyes. "of course," he said, his voice low and intense.

you took another deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I've always seen you as my closest friend. but lately... lately I've been noticing little things, things that make me feel different around you."

his eyes widened slightly, his heart quickening at your words. he'd been expecting you to reject him, not to reciprocate his feelings.

"I don't know when it started, or when things changed," you continued, feeling a little vulnerable. "but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that maybe, just maybe, I have feelings for you too."

his face lit up, a mixture of surprise, relief, and joy. he hadn't expected you to feel the same way, and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "yeah," you said, feeling a bit giddy now that you had admitted your own feelings. "but I'm not sure what to do now. I mean, we're best friends. what if this changes everything?"

he looked at you thoughtfully, seeing the fear and uncertainty in your eyes. he reached out and placed his hand on top of yours, sending a shiver through your body. "I don't know what the future holds," he said, his voice steady and sincere. "But what I do know is that I care about you deeply. and I believe we can figure this out together."

you looked into his eyes, seeing the care and tenderness in his gaze. you knew deep down that he was right. you had faced countless challenges together, and maybe this was just another one to overcome.

"I'm scared," you admitted, your voice trembling a little. "I don't want to lose our friendship if things don't work out."

he squeezed your hand, offering reassurance. "I don't want to lose our friendship either," he said. "and we can take things as slowly as you want. we don't have to rush into anything."

you nodded, feeling a bit better now that he was being so understanding. "thank you," you said, sincerity in your voice. "for being honest with me, and for being willing to take things slow."

he smiled at you, a gentle, warm smile that made your heart skip a beat. "of course," he said. "I care about you too much to screw this up."

the air between you felt different now, the tension replaced by a new kind of understanding and intimacy. you could feel the beginnings of something new and exciting blossoming between you, and it felt right.

he leaned back against the wall, still holding your hand. "so where do we go from here?" he asked, his gaze fixed on you.

you leaned back against the wall too, feeling more relaxed now. "I don't know," you said honestly. "but I think we should take things one step at a time. see how things develop without forcing anything."

he agreed, nodding his head in agreement. "I think that's a good idea," he said. "but there's one thing I want to do right now."

you looked at him, your heart rate quickening again. "what is it?" you asked, a hint of anticipation in your voice.

he leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on yours. "I want to kiss you," he said, his voice soft but laced with desire. "is that okay?"

your breath caught in your throat, your heart racing. you'd dreamt of this moment, but now that it was here, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. you nodded, your words stuck in your throat.

he took your silence as consent and slowly moved even closer, his free hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. he paused for a moment, his gaze locked on yours, waiting for any sign of hesitation.

when he saw none, he leaned in even closer, closing the distance between you. his lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss.

you closed your eyes, feeling the warmth and pressure of his lips against yours. your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind swirling with a mix of sensations and emotions.

the kiss was gentle and slow, a testing of the waters. his lips moved against yours with a mixture of tenderness and hunger, as if trying to memorize the feel of your mouth.

you responded, your lips moving in rhythm with his. your hand came up to rest on his chest, feeling the fast beat of his heart. your mind was fuzzy, your focus narrowing down to just him and the feel of his lips on yours.

he broke the kiss after a few moments, pulling back slightly. he looked at you, his eyes searching your face for any sign of regret or hesitation. but all he saw was a mixture of surprise and something else he couldn't quite name.

you slowly opened your eyes, feeling a little dazed. you'd imagined this moment so many times, but the reality surpassed any of your expectations. you looked at him, a shy smile playing on your lips.

he smiled back, his hand still cupping your cheek. "you okay?" he asked, his voice a little hoarse with emotion.

you nodded, not quite trusting your own voice. you could feel a blush creeping up your cheeks, and you ducked your head a little, suddenly feeling a bit shy.

he chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against your skin. "shy now, are we?" he teased, a hint of smugness in his tone.

you rolled your eyes playfully, swatting his chest lightly. "shut up," you muttered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

he laughed, enjoying the sight of you blushing and pretending to be annoyed. he pulled you a little closer, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"you're adorable when you're flustered," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

you huffed in mock indignation, your heart rate increasing at his proximity. you couldn't help but lean into him, feeling a sudden need for physical affirmation.

he smiled, noticing your gesture and taking it as an invitation. he pulled you closer, guiding you to sit on his lap. your back was pressed against his chest, his arms encircling you in a warm embrace.

you could feel his breath on your neck, his body heat seeping through your clothes. you leaned back against him, feeling a sense of safety and security in his arms. it was so familiar, yet so different.

he rested his chin on your shoulder, holding you close. silence descended over the two of you again, but it was a comfortable quiet, filled with unspoken emotions and the steady rhythm of each other's breathing.

his fingers stroked your arm, tracing patterns on your skin. you closed your eyes, letting yourself soak in the moment. it felt surreal, this shift in your relationship with him. but it also felt right.

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Hi hi! So I’ve like been seeing edits of this one Chan look

Just image your like yapping about how annoying it is and you say something that really gets him into “watch your tone” type mode and gives you this look!

Like agghh I was wondering if I could make this a request. You make it however you like but this is just so like ahhhh.

Love you babes!

-haeso🐨

omg the LOOK... fr send me edits of this chan bc i cant find them anywhere TT

make me - bang chan

pairing: bang chan x reader

summary: you pull a prank on chan with minsung and seungmin

genre: crack, idol! au, kind of suggestive ngl but nothing risky lol

a/n: yall are gonna have to use your imaginations for this bc i aint writing anything 18+ it's too cringy for me TT dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

"Y/n, have you heard of that one TikTok prank?"

You look up to where Jisung is splayed over Jeongin's lap, his wide boba eyes blinking up at you from his odd position. Jeongin doesn't look particularly happy with the position and shoves his hyung off, muttering something about a dance practice, then leaves.

Jisung lands on the studio floor with an oof and takes up a new position on Minho's lap, seemingly unfazed. He blinks like nothing happened, the conversation apparently continuing.

You tilt your head at him. "What prank?"

Jisung grins as Minho wraps his arms around his tiny waist. "The one where you purposely piss off your partner by talking smack and then film their reaction."

You shake your head, laughing. "Nope. Seen others like that though."

Minho peeks out from behind Jisung. "You should try it on Chan-hyung. It'd be funny."

You shake your head, rolling your eyes. "He won't fall for that. He's already too used to Felix being chronically online. He'll know if I try to prank him with something I saw on Tiktok."

Jisung whines and shifts off Minho's lap, kneeing him in the process. He flops down next to you, ignoring Minho's groans of pain, and pulls out his phone to show you a video.

"So basically, all you have to do is rile him up and then we'll film him," Jisung grins.

You deadpan. "Then Seungmin will be begging me for blackmail material. He's annoying when he wants something."

"Fine," he groans. "We'll just spectate."

Minho, who has recovered from Jisung's unintended attack, looks up from the floor with a pained grin. "You're gonna do it then?"

You nod and Jisung whoops loudly.

✧

The whole thing turns out quite well, it happens, as there's a whole group dance practice at the end of the day. Most of the boys are sweaty and tired within the first few minutes, with the exception of Minho, with his main dancer core, and Hyunjin, who has had too much caffeine.

You watch from the sidelines, taking note of Chan's current mood and assessing whether it'd be wise to prank him; you don't want to catch him at a bad time, since he's usually stressed. But today, he seems a little more relaxed, dancing smoothly, with his voice soft and quiet, though still authoritative. The members seem more relaxed too because of it.

Jisung makes eye contact with you halfway through the dance, his arms up as he turns to the left. A devilish grin paints his face for a split second and you nod subtly. He slips up on purpose and Minho pretends to scold him, telling everything to take five.

Minho turns away and mouths something to you.

Now's your chance.

You casually walk over to where Chan is, touching his arm as he takes a swig of water from his water bottle. He smiles at you before kissing your cheek, and you almost feel bad for what you'd about to do. But you're curious too, about what his reaction will be like, so you keep on track.

Minho, Jisung, and Seungmin all walk up too. They must have told Seungmin about the prank, because he's clearly interested, though it's carefully hidden behind a straight face. Minho is the same, though Jisung is clearly struggling to keep a poker face.

"Hey, love," Chan smiles at you. "Anything you noticed during practice?"

You shake your head. "It all looks great at the moment, I think. Very energetic."

Chan raises an eyebrow. "Nothing at all? Usually there's at least one thing you say that we could all do better."

You whine a little, smiling. Trying to rile him up, make him huff a little. "Why is it my job and not yours, Channie? You're the leader, not me."

"Because," he says, matter-of-factly, "It's easier for you to notice where we're going wrong, because you're watching. It's harder to notice when you're dancing and moving. You can miss things."

You keep smiling and nod in response. He's not being rude, just telling you how it is. That's Chan for you.

Your mind is whirring, trying to think. He doesn't miss a beat, your Chan. It's difficult to piss him off or even argue with him. Of course, if you were one of the boys, it'd be easier. But Chan talks to you on a 300% softness setting, and apparently it's permanent.

"Well," you say slowly, pretending to think. "Maybe those last few moves, the turning ones? You could have done them better."

Chan tilts his head, seeking feedback. Even though you're not a dancer, he likes seeing it from your perspective. "How so?"

It takes all your effort not to burst out giggling. "Maybe you should copy Minho's dance moves more often. And actually listen to him."

Chan's eyebrow shoots up into his hairline. Minho simply looks at his leader, Seungmin doing the same. Jisung is clearly struggling to contain his laughter, and for a second you worry he might give the prank away. But it's Jisung, so no one bats an eye, least of all Chan.

His voice is a little lower, though still playful. "Are you suggesting I don't listen to him?"

You shrug nonchalantly. "I mean, if you had, you'd be as good as him. But you're not, soo..."

You can see the glint in Chan's eyes. Something swells in your chest, a tidal wave of mischief.

It's working.

"Yeah, hyung," Seungmin adds flatly, his face expressionless. "Listen to Y/n. Maybe if you'd taken her advice to begin with, you'd be main dancer. Must be a shame to be outdone by someone younger."

Jisung loses it then, the studio reverberating with his laughter, and even Minho cracks a tiny grin. Chan, however, is unamused.

Trust Seungmin to piss him off, you scoff internally. Probably why they brought him over here.

Chan says something in Korean then, which you can't understand, and Seungmin immediately leaves, walking away with a smirk. Jisung shuts up too. Must have been a threat.

He turns to you and you almost shrink under his gaze. It's dark and challenging.

"Continue, sweetheart," he drawls, leaning one muscled arm on the long cabinet against the wall.

Minho and Jisung are quiet.

"I-I wasn't saying anything wrong," you stutter suddenly, cheeks pooling with colour.

Chan tilts his head again, slightly raising one eyebrow.

You muster up all your confidence then, feigning nonchalance as best you can. "You'd be a better dancer if you spent more time practicing than shouting at everyone to get their shit together."

You see Minho and Jisung shoot wary glances at each other and you know immediately that you've crossed a line. An unspoken apology and several pleading phrases hang on the tip of your tongue, but your eyes flit to Chan's, waiting for his reaction.

His eyes are narrowed, head tilted, half a smile hanging off his lips. It's terrifying and hot and also scary at the same time. You try your best not to shrink under the intimidating look but it's like his gaze is a laser directed straight at your face.

You can't look away.

Chan steps closer and leans in slightly, his voice dangerously low. You can almost hear the smirk in his tone. "Take that back, sweetheart. Right now."

You fight against every survival instinct you have and keep your mouth pressed shut.

Chan asks one more time, his voice ever lower, and you spit out two words.

"Make me."

Chan's eyes flash with the challenge and he lets out a little, dark laugh. Minho, meanwhile, has a hand up against Jisung's face, most likely in preparation to quickly cover his younger member's eyes if something Chan making you take it back in front of everyone happens.

Chan doesn't even have to look at Minho and Jisung; he waves them off with two fingers, his gaze never leaving yours. You're stuck in position like prey being circled by a predator, waiting for the moment you'll be struck.

"What do you think he's saying to her?" Jisung whispers as he crosses the room with Minho.

He shrugs in response, a shit-eating grin on his face as he sits down, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling mirror. "Dunno. Probably something risqué."

"Minho," Jisung slaps his arm, a hushed laugh escaping his mouth. "You can't say stuff like that."

"What?" he protests. "Technically, it's all your fault because you put Y/n up to it."

"Aw, hyung," Jisung whines. "You agreed too. Should we confess and tell Chan-hyung it was a prank?"

"Nah. I mean, we could, but only if you admit it was your idea."

"That's the highest form of betrayal-"

"CHAN-HYUNG!" Minho suddenly shouts to him from their position on the opposite side of the room. Every head in the room turns towards them, including yours. "IT WAS ALL JISUNG'S IDEA-"

Jisung claps a hand over his friend's mouth, frantically attempting to muffle him. "Minho, shut up! You traitor!"

You take the opportunity to escape, ducking behind Seungmin. He's the only member not afraid of his leader, and both of you watch as Chan apparently forgets about you, instead stalking towards Minho, who is sitting eloquently unfazed against the mirror, and Jisung, who is frantically spewing apologies and pleading phrases, clutching to his friend's arm, eyes wide.

Seungmin lets out a laugh as you watch, poking you hard in the side. He raises his eyebrows suggestively. "Might as well escape before Chan remembers he has to make you take it back."

"CHANNIE!" You shout. "IT WAS SEUNGMIN'S IDEA-"

"Shut it!"

a/n: i know exactly what was going through yalls minds 📸

[changbinsbuffbiceps]

Crying

Screaming

Kicking my feet

at this concept....

[biteyoubiteme]

pretty boy; bloody nose

fem!reader x bangchan 

synopsis: you're a doctor at a hospital where Chan comes after a fight. 

warnings: 🔞!!! boxer!chan, blood, broken bones, bruises, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, thigh riding if you squint, 'pretty girl' used once, choking (m!rec), prob forgot some sorry

wc: 4k

an: all the photos of chan at or for the Fendi show have me gagged lol feedback is appreciated!! :)) [m.list] check out my other chan fic :)) [am/pm]

It was your starting shift when Chan came in. clutching his bloody nose with one bruised hand and pressing his other one to his wounded side. “my savior,” he smiled, dimpled cheek prominent even through the pain. He had blood in his mouth, teeth tinted pink with it. 

“Someone had a good night,” you laugh flipping open his chart, “says some minor pain but you seem to have lied seeing as you are currently bleeding right in front of me and you didn’t log it,” 

“my nose is fine, it was checked out by my coach, it should stop bleeding soon,” the rag he has to his face soaked through with red. “and I’m not a liar it’s only a bit painful and I wouldn’t have come in if I wasn’t contractually supposed to,” 

“uh huh,” you nod, tapping your pen against the clipboard you held. “So your nose doesn’t need to be set because your coach, who may or may not have any medical background, said so?” 

his smile widened and the cut on his eyebrow started to leak again from the movement. “exactly,”

“and I don’t need to see what you’re hiding right there,” you point with your pen to his fingers cupping his hip. 

“nope, I’m mainly a bit sore around the arms, so minor pain. I am not a liar,” he shrugs and you let yourself fully take him in past his injuries. He's slouched back against the hospital bed, his white tank splattered with his blood, gray sweatpants slouchy on his hips. if you could see his whole face without his hand in the way you’re sure he’s gorgeous essentially with a smile like that. what you didn’t like was to watch someone's cocky ass waltz in and say they aren’t hurt when it’s obvious they are. 

“well I am also contractually obligated to give you the best care I can offer and as your doctor, I’m here to say I can’t let you go without an exam,” 

“full body?” his tongue running across his teeth as you roll your eyes. it wasn’t exactly professional to let your annoyance show but you didn’t think he would run and tell someone. 

“let's start with your nose,” you turn placing your clipboard down and picking up a pair of gloves, “lean your head back,” 

Chan follows your orders as you walk around the bed to his side. 

“How did you end up here?” you ask, lifting the rag from his face. His nose wasn’t bleeding as much as it must have been earlier but it was still messy. And even with blood smeared all over, he was one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen especially as he grinned up at you. 

“fighting,” he shrugs. 

“Is this the part where you tell me that I should see the other guy?” you reach over to grab some clean gauze before cleaning up his upper lip. 

“Maybe,” he dragged out the word, the smile as flirty as ever.  

you lightly press your finger to his nose to check if it’s broken but only feel a little swelling. “keep your head back to stop the bleeding. let's now see your side and then we will tape up your eyebrow,” 

“I’m perfectly fine,” 

“Not unless I say you are, come on let me see,” 

Chan is slow to lift his shirt but when he does his side is covered in deep purple bruises. “you're going in for a CT,” 

“what? no, I'm fine it was a few hits nothing I haven't felt before,” 

“better safe than sorry I'm sure you've heard that saying before. next time don't go getting into fights,” 

“It's kinda my job,” 

“pretty boys like you shouldn't be fighters, and they shouldn't be putting their perfectly healthy bodies in distress, we need to check for any internal bleeding,” you peel your gloves off tossing them in the bin along with any bloodied gauze, chan's head still laid back as he watches you, “a nurse will be in to take care of your eyebrow and take you for the CT,” you pick up his chart, penning in the request. 

“You're not going to take me?” 

“I'll be back in to discuss the results it shouldn't be too long a wait it's slow tonight,” you didn't look up from his chart as you said it but you did when he said, “I want you to take me,” it's not suggestive in any way but the way that he says it is, deep and throaty like an invitation. his head lobbed to one side watching you, eyes leaving a trail of heat up your body as they trace your figure. 

“I will see you after your results come back,” you say, rushing to get out as fast as possible. it was frowned upon to flirt with patients no matter how hot they looked or how willing they seemed to flirt back. you went on your rounds before getting Chan's results, the nurse bringing them to you with a smile. 

“he will not stop talking about you,” 

“What?” but you can feel your heart thumping all of a sudden. 

“asking questions and whatnot,” she giggles as you pull out his scans. “Does she usually work Thursdays? Is she seeing someone? going on and on,” 

“about me?” You're a little shocked but trying to play it off. 

“if you don't give him your number I will hand mine over,” 

“We cannot give our numbers out to patients,” but your blush is hot on your face. who would know you gave him your number? no one. “we will both be out shortly please have his discharge paperwork ready,” 

“Should I put your number on it?” she jokes and you roll your eyes before pushing his room door open. 

“no internal bleeding,” you say once you close the door. “but you should ice your side the swelling will go down soon,” 

“I told you nothing was wrong, he couldn’t hit hard enough to cause internal bleeding anyways,” Chans sitting up now with his legs off the bed. 

“you should be getting checked regularly for damage that is visible, especially if you have pain,” 

“It was only a little pain,” he rolls his shoulders back making his tank top stick to his pecks. 

“you should take an over the counter pain med and then try to avoid fighting,” 

“Now where’s the fun in that? if I hadn’t been sent here I wouldn’t have met you,” dimples on display just for you. 

“uh huh sure,” you wave at him to stand, “Let's get you out of here before you steal the hearts of the nurses,” 

“the only heart I’m interested in is yours,” it’s cheesy but you can’t help the smile it gives you. “Let's go,” you laugh, pulling open the door for him. when he walks out he turns to face you moving backwards. 

“if I got into another fight would I be able to ask for you specifically or would you need to give me a number to hold onto just in case?” 

“flirty and shameless,” you say, walking him to the front desk to check out. 

“that did not answer my question,” 

“I’m sure you could find me in the hospital directory if you looked hard enough,”

“and if you’re not working? will it go straight to voicemail or will I somehow be able to get you over to take care of me?” 

“for someone who didn’t need my help at all for his little bit of pain, he sure is worried for his safety now,” 

“I was told by a gorgeous doctor that I should be concerned with putting my perfect body and pretty face in the line of fire,” 

“I said you had a perfectly healthy body,” you shake your head at him.

“You did say my face was pretty tough,” he leans against the desk elbow propped up to the perfect height to flex. “And I'm sure I can show you how perfect my body can be,” 

“goodbye Chan,” you wave your fingers in his direction walking away before you embarrass yourself in front of your coworkers. 

-

It's only a week later when you see Chan's chart in front of you again. “This one was asking for you by name,” the nurse comments. 

“of course he was,” but even as you say the words you can't help but feel the fluttering in your stomach. most people who came in you didn't see again and if they flirted you were happy to see them gone but Chan wasn't making you feel that way. 

he was alone in his room when you went in. laid out on the bed with his hand to his nose. It was like deja vu only now his tank was black instead of white. blood dripping down to his lips that smile directed at your heart. his eyebrow looked better but was still slightly discolored from last week. 

“I think this time it's broken,” but he's not showing any pain if it's the truth.

“your nose again? you’re too pretty to be taking punches to the face,” you pull on a pair of gloves walking over to inspect him. 

“That's why they do it, they are jealous,” he lifts away the gauze the nurse must have given him. 

His nose is clearly broken and needs to be set. you press your finger lightly to the bridge checking out the bone. Chan's eyes flutter shut and he lets out a weak moan, so soft that you probably wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close to his face. you try to ignore the sound feeling along his cheekbones but when you press to the corner of his eye he lets out another soft whine. 

“I'm going to have to reset it,” you say pulling your hands away from him, “you can set up an appointment-“

“can't you just do it now? I don't think I'll need all the fuss of local anesthetic i think I can handle it,” 

“It's going to hurt,”

“it didn't hurt much when I was hit I'm sure it won't be too bad the other way around,” 

“You know it's okay to admit when it's painful,” you say, prodding again at his nose, he gives another soft moan at the touch, shifting his hips and leaning further back. 

“I like it, so even when it's a little painful I don't mind,” 

you move to grab a splint for his nose before preparing him, “I'll be quick so you shouldn't feel much but it will still hurt,” this wasn't the first time you've had to fix someone's broken nose but it would be the first time you were worried about messing up someone's face. you had full trust in your abilities but your anxiety was not helping. 

Chan crossed his arms nodding before you pressed the heel of your palm to his nose, “Deep breath,” he followed your instructions and without warning you reset his nose. He flinched knuckles bleached from holding on so tight to himself, moaning as you pulled your hands back. you grabbed the split to finish the job, “see quick and easy,” his voice thick before he clears it. “I think I need a minute,” 

“I can get something for the pain real fast,” you say tugging off your gloves already moving to get the meds. 

“no no I don't need that, I just need a second,” his head is leaned back, throat exposed, arms still crossed while he shifts his hips again drawing your attention to his waist. you can clearly see the outline of his hard bulge through his gray sweatpants. 

“Oh!” you turn around fast to try and give him some form of privacy feeling your face get hot. “I um- I'll just-“ you cut yourself off picking up his chart and moving to the door.  you close the door as he tries to say something but you’re already down the hall trying not to think about what you saw. you don’t really care it’s not the first time you’ve seen someone turned on in the hospital although all the other times you rolled your eyes. Now you’re stuttering and trying not to think of Chan in a way that could get you into trouble. 

but it’s all you can think about.  

how long would he need? would he be actively trying to get rid of his problem mentally or physically? what would have happened if you had stayed? would it have been beyond awkward or would you officially have to resign for having sex while on shift? 

you give Chan's chart to another doctor to check over your work and send him off. you didn’t want to go in and embarrass him or embarrass yourself for that matter. so you hid like a coward. 

-

it was a rare night off for you and you took the opportunity to spend it with your old friends. 

at a nightclub on a busy strip downtown your friends decide to bar hop. you had a late shift tomorrow anyway and didn’t care about sleeping in. At the third bar, your friend's boyfriend starts talking about a fight happening across the street. “the guy's undefeated I swear I just wanna see the end,” 

“If you’re dragging us along you’re paying the entrance fee,” your friend says before another pipes up, “and a drink each!” 

“Fine, fine let’s go, it's already started!” all of you rush across the street joining the moving queue as people file into the building. 

You can hear the cheering already, the announcer shouting over the speakers, your shoes sticking to the floor as if you were still at the bar. but this is far from it, people are jostling each other around, and the seats all first come already full. it’s not until you’re making your way up the steps of the bleachers that you see who’s in the ring. 

Chan is shirtless and glistening with sweat, hair stuck down across his forehead, lip bleeding around his mouth guard. muscles rippling as he delivers a blow to his opponent. 

you’re almost shocked still and unmoving in your walk up to a seat. someone behind you tries to move past you and you stumble, unaware of your surroundings. 

Chan doesn’t know why he looks up because he always tries to focus solely on the person in front of him determined to beat him. but he does let his eyes flicker up to the stands to see you apologizing to someone moving past you. He's caught off guard by your presence and the right hook that makes his head snap away from you. 

the crowd shouts in disapproval as you take your seat. Chan is now bleeding from his nose like every other time you’ve seen him. The droplets of blood fell to his toned stomach each breath pushing the trail of blood further down. 

you’ve never been into fighting, not watching or participating but now you’re fully invested. you don’t even want a drink when your friends ask if you need anything. your eyes follow Chan as he delivers hit after hit to the man in front of him. and when they call a winner you’re up out of

your seat cheering along with the rest of the watchers. 

“omg is he looking at us? I swear he’s looking right at us,” your friend laughs next to you. 

Chan is in fact looking up the stands at you. That dimpled smile on full display after he’s taken his mouth guard out. when he sees you looking back he mouths ‘Wait for me’ and you’re putty. you don’t even try to think that he could have been talking to someone else because you’re delusional enough not to give a fuck. 

when you make it down to where Chan is signing autographs you’re a little nervous after how you left things. but that goes away when he grins, split lip reopening. “my favorite medical professional,” 

“I thought I warned you not to get your pretty face in the way of someone’s fist?” 

“How else am I supposed to see you if I don’t come in needing your assistance?”  

the crowd around you is clearing and you’ve already told your friends not to wait on you so when Chan asks, “Can we talk?” nodding his head in the direction of the locker rooms, you don’t turn him down. 

He leads you to the hallway just out of the way from everyone else. “I wanted to apologize for the last time I saw you,”

“no no, I should apologize I shouldn’t have given you someone else to work with,”

“no really I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable I swear I was trying really hard not to have any kind of reaction I just-“

“It's okay truly I wasn’t uncomfortable it’s natural although I've never reset someone’s bones and had that happen-“

“I'm sorry,” he chuckles, rubbing at the back of his neck, arm flexing and you realize he’s still shirtless. all finely toned muscles on display the damp towel used to wipe away any blood and sweat thrown over his shoulder. but a spot of blood had been missed right at the band of his shorts. without thinking you reached out to brush it away with your thumb. 

Chan and you stood frozen, his breath shallow as he watched your finger wipe at his skin just low enough to send a shiver down his spine. 

“Are you doing anything else tonight?” he asks when you pull away. 

“you were just in a fight and you still want to go out?” 

“with you? yes. With anyone else? no,” you’re standing close together and when someone walks past to reach the locker room door Chan moves in blocking you against the wall. your hand comes up and rests on his ribs, his bruises gone from his first visit only now to be replaced with fresh ones. 

he’s leaning down close to you as another person moves around you two to enter the locker room. Chan's breath fanning your ear before he whispers, “We don’t have to go out, we could stay in…” 

he technically was not your patient, you weren’t at work and you weren’t obligated to deny yourself anymore. not when Chan was standing here willing and you were wet from just watching him win his match. 

“Okay,” your voice was low and weak but all the confirmation Chan needed to pull you along after him. 

past the locker rooms are a few offices and Chan knows there’s a secluded restroom right by there. you don’t even think twice as he shuts the door behind you locking it. you’re both on each other the second Chan turns around. hot and heavy kisses down your neck and over your collar as Chan palms your ass over your short skirt. your hands tugging at his hair but not the way Chan likes, “harder,” he breathes between kisses, “I want it to hurt,” and when you do his moan is music to your ears. 

Chan walks you back into the wall pressing you against the tile next to the sink. 

“When I thought about fucking you I never imagined you dressed like this,” Chan lifts your leg to his hip, hot hand running under your thigh and up under your skirt. 

“disappointed we can’t play doctor?” 

“I don’t care as long as I finally get to have you,” Chan's free hand slides up under

your shirt palming you over your bra. his mouth is back on yours as he wedges his knee between your legs. his thigh placed right against your clothed clit. 

Chan's hand fits right in the pit between your hip and thigh, fingers digging in as he pulls you forward on his thigh. 

your hips start to move against him, moaning into his mouth as you rock back and forth against him. “My pretty girl wants me so bad,” he breathes, planting kisses down your jaw. “I can already feel how wet you are for me,” 

with anyone else you would have been embarrassed about how needy you were but you didn’t care with Chan. not when he had been on your mind for weeks now, when every time you got off recently you had been imagining Chan's fingers doing the job instead of your own. 

Chan taps your other leg muttering, “Jump,” and you follow his orders, Chan moving to set you down on the sink’s countertop. He pulls away, hooking his fingers in your panties and tugging them down your legs. He stays on his knees leaning over to kiss you on your inner thigh. you tug off your shirt tossing it on the counter next to you. 

you cup Chan's jaw letting your thumb run over his bruised bottom lip, your finger moves over his nose brushing down the slope. Chan's smile is lazy, his gaze pouring over you. “you’re healing nicely,” 

“to have your hands all over me I’d make a million more visits, and,” he lifts himself until his lips are brushing yours, “I love the pain,” 

you slip your hand into the waistband of Chan's shorts wrapping your fingers around his stiff length. He moans loudly against your cheek as you stroke him. Chan's hand pushes under your skirt pressing his thumb into your clit, circling slowly. 

“I can’t wait anymore,” Chan grunts pushing your skirt up higher around your hips, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter before you remove your hands from his already leaking cock. 

Chan pushes down his pants to free himself before he’s lining up with your entrance. 

he doesn’t hesitate to thrust in fully pressing his pelvis to yours. both of you moan out your arms wrapping around his shoulders. chan inches out before slowly pushing back in. You whine, laying your head back until it’s laid against the mirror. 

you wrap one of your hands around Chan's neck, “is this okay?” 

Chan nods, “Harder please harder,” you squeeze enough to make his eyes flutter, the same way they had when you were back in the hospital fixing his nose, his hips finally picking up pace. every drag of his cock makes a bolt travel down from your spine to your knees. your back arching, Chan drags his teeth down your throat. 

your free hand scratches down Chan's back and you move your hips to meet his, trying to build any friction. 

“you feel so deep,” your voice not sounding like you as Chan angels himself up brushing against your g-spot. your legs wrapped around him shake at the contact, your walls squeezing around his cock. 

“I wanna hear you cum for me,” Chan moves his fingers between you rubbing your clit until you see spots, knowing exactly what you needed. 

Chan picks up his thrusting pace, punishing you with his cock, tip pressed right against the deepest part of you. “cum inside me please,” you beg, your nails usually nicely kept for work scratching him like they weren’t shortened. 

His thrusts falter at your words, his moan in your hair loud and echoing in the small room. “please I want it, I want to feel it,” your fingers around his throat give a squeeze and Chan knows he won’t be able to deny you.  

with a few sloppy thrusts, Chan is coming hard enough that his upper half gives out, laying on you. your hands leaving his throat and twisting in his hair as he shoots out ropes of hot cum inside you, hips jerking. 

The feeling of his release and his fingers on your clit send you over the edge, your legs locking around him as you cry out his name. Chan's slow thrusts help you ride out your high. both of you panting arms wrapped around each other not wanting to let the other go. 

clarity starts to set in as you catch your breath, your hair sticking to the back of

your neck. chan pulls out, the slick sound making you pulse around nothing. Chan watches as your combined cum slides out. He lifts your leg under your thigh using his thumb to spread your pussy lips apart watching as more comes out. “Next time I’m at the hospital I won't be able to forget this,” he drags his thumb up to your clit making you jump. spreading the slick around, “I might even ask for you to treat me this well again,” 

[staylovesmiley]

I am pretty confident Mr Bang Chan holds his shirt up between his teeth when he is fucking you from behind all pressed up against the wall. One hand pinning your wrist above your head, the other toying with your clit

Okay nonnie I raise your Bang Chan holds his shirt between his teeth while he fucks you and I give you:

Bang Christopher Chan who makes YOU hold your shirt in between your teeth while he has your wrists pinned above your head to 1. Keep it out of his way since you were being shy and refused to let him take it off and 2. Keep you at least somewhat quiet because who knows when poor innie is gonna come back to the dorm and be subjected to whatever sounds you can’t help but make as his hyung absolutely destroys you ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[hans-wh0re]

Best friend Chan headcanons (mdni)

Just your friend Chan giving you some aphrodisiac chocolate without letting you know...

Best!friend!Chan who's been planning this for weeks, touching himself at night to the mere thought of how you might react. His cock is already half-hard just from you sitting beside him, your innocent movements driving him insane. Every time your shirt rides up or your legs spread slightly, his mind floods with filthy scenarios.

Best!friend!Chan who pretends to casually offer the chocolate while his heart pounds, already imagining your thighs trembling around his head later. His breathing hitches watching your lips wrap around it, cock twitching violently at how your tongue darts out to catch a melted drop. He shifts subtly to hide his growing bulge.

Best!friend!Chan who nearly cums in his pants just watching the first signs take effect - the way you start fidgeting, how your nipples slowly harden beneath your shirt. His perverted mind catalogs every detail: your quickening breath, the slight flush on your chest, how you keep pressing your thighs together. He's never been so hard in his life.

Best!friend!Chan who can barely contain himself as he watches you start to pant, your legs spreading unconsciously wider on the couch. His cock is painfully hard now, straining against his zipper as he notices a small damp spot forming on your pants. He bites his lip so hard it nearly bleeds, fighting the urge to throw you down right there.

Best!friend!Chan who's trembling with need as he watches your hands start to wander, fingers unconsciously brushing over your hardened nipples through your shirt. His own hands grip his thighs white-knuckled, cock leaking steadily as you let out a soft, needy whimper. The sound goes straight to his groin, making his hips twitch involuntarily.

Best!friend!Chan who's breathing becomes ragged as you start grinding subtly against the couch, clearly desperate for friction. He can smell your arousal now, sweet and heady in the air. His cock throbs painfully as he watches a bead of sweat roll down your neck, disappearing beneath your collar, imagining following its path with his tongue.

Best!friend!Chan who nearly loses it completely when you moan his name softly, clearly unaware you've even said it. His perverted mind catalogs how your thighs are quivering now, how your pupils are blown wide with drug-induced lust. He can see your nipples straining against the thin fabric, begging for his touch. The wet spot between your legs has grown visibly larger.

Best!friend!Chan who's barely holding onto his last shred of control as you start pawing at your own clothes, whimpering with need. His cock is so hard it hurts, precum forming a dark spot on his pants as he watches you writhe. He knows you're almost ready, almost desperate enough to beg for it.

Best!friend!Chan who's practically vibrating with anticipation as your movements become more frantic, more desperate. His own arousal is almost painful now, cock throbbing in time with each needy sound that falls from your lips. The way you're squirming, grinding shamelessly against the couch cushions - it's better than any fantasy he's ever had.

Best!friend!Chan who watches entranced as your hands start roaming more boldly over your body, fingers trailing fire across oversensitive skin, not caring any more if he can see you or hear you. His breath catches when you arch your back, shirt riding up to expose a tempting strip of flesh. The sound of fabric rustling as you writhe fills the otherwise quiet room, punctuated by your increasingly vocal whimpers.

Best!friend!Chan who's dizzy with want as he watches your control crumble further, sees you starting to palm yourself through your clothes with shaking hands. His own fingers dig crescents into his thighs as he fights to stay still, to let the aphrodisiac work its magic completely. The wet patch between your legs has grown obscenely large now, your arousal perfuming the air.

Best!friend!Chan who nearly breaks when you start begging incoherently, his name mixed with desperate pleas falling from your lips. His cock jerks violently at each breathy "please" and "Chan" and "need you." The thin veneer of his restraint fractures further as you start tugging frantically at your clothes, too far gone to even coordinate your movements properly.

Best!friend!Chan who's trembling with the effort of holding back as you finally turn to him with glazed eyes, reaching for him needily. He can see how wrecked you already are - clothes disheveled, skin flushed and glistening with sweat, pupils blown wide with drug-fueled desire. The sight of you so desperate for him, so completely undone, makes his cock pulse dangerously.

Best!friend!Chan who finally, finally lets his control snap when you crawl into his lap, grinding against his painfully hard length shamelessly. His hands immediately grab your hips, guiding your movements as you sob with relief at the contact. He's imagined this moment countless times, but nothing could have prepared him for how perfect you feel writhing against him, how sweetly you moan his name.

Best!friend!Chan who growls possessively as he flips you onto your back, pinning you to the couch. His hands roam greedily over your body as you arch into his touch, begging for more. He can feel how wet you are even through your clothes, can see how desperately you need him. The knowledge that he did this to you, reduced you to this needy, wanting mess, makes his head spin with power and lust...

It's been a while since i wrote anything so excuse me if this isn't good. Also excuse any mistake this was not proofread at all.

[lookitsjess]

Sigh....thinking about Met Gala Chan again tonight 😔

Please, he's so fine... I need to climb him like a tree