#bang Chan fluffy smut

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

📺 I’ve never wanted anything as much as you. And right now, I want to make you feel good… 📺

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Fluffy smut

✎ Summary: You’ve been taking it slow with your boyfriend, but you think you’re finally ready for the next step.

✎ CW: Established relationship, virgin reader, nipple play, fingering, sexual anxiety/insecurities, swearing

✎ Word count: 1,704

✩ Special thanks to anon for the inspo! ✩

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The light from the tv dances across Chan’s face. His coffee-flavored eyes are focused on the screen, but you’re focused on him.

He laughs at something said in the movie, and the delicate skin around his eyes crinkles and his nose scrunches up and his lips pull to the sides to put that radiant smile on full display. God, what an angel.

“Hey, you good?” he asks — finally noticing how distracted you are from the movie you chose — and you snap out of the trance.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you stutter, redirecting your gaze away from his face and back to the tv as you try to compose yourself.

You see him smirk out of the corner of your eye.

“Okay, cutie. Whatever you say…”

He rubs your legs that lay across his lap, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes are still pointed at the tv, but his expression is more focused. You get the idea that he’s not fully paying attention anymore, either.

You give up the act and turn your head to face him, clearly looking directly at those huge, soft, pink lips. He does the same, smiling down at you from where he’s sitting.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, rubbing only your thighs now. It’s making your stomach turn — in a good way, you think.

“Y-yeah. Of course,” you answer, trying to sound casual.

You’ve only made out a handful of times before this, and he still asks to make sure you’re comfortable each time he gets the urge. He’s been so sweet about taking it slow.

Chan smiles again, lifting your left leg and ducking his upper body underneath to position himself between your thighs. His hands press into the couch on either side of your head as he lowers himself down to meet your lips.

The kiss is gentle at first, his lips brushing against yours and settling into a tight-lipped smooch. He pulls back and brushes hair behind your ear before lowering again, lips parted this time.

He closes your lower lip between his, and your mouth opens instinctually. Your hands move to his neck, pulling him in closer as your tongues dance.

The top of his thigh presses into your crotch — you can’t tell if it’s on purpose, and honestly you don’t care. It makes you feel tingly and just… good. Your hips arch upward involuntarily, wanting more pressure.

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, and you know he can feel yours, too. You can also feel him getting harder, his dick trapped between the two of you.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, almost in a whisper.

“Please,” you answer before he’s even finished the question.

His hand moves down to your chest, cupping a breast over your T-shirt and bra. He’s done this before, it’s just the rest you’ve been too nervous to try. Except for that one time you gave him a hand job, but of course only after you watched countless how-to videos.

His lips follow his hand downward, to your chin, down your throat, to your chest. His kisses are soft and romantic while he gently caresses your breast. Then his hand slides down, under your shirt, and back up. Just your bra sits between his warm fingers and your hard, eager nipple.

“Can you lift your back a little for me, please?” he asks. “I’m gonna unhook your bra, if that’s ok?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you say, pushing your chest up off the couch so his hand can slide around your ribs to your back, making quick work of undoing the clasp. Shit, how many times has he done this?

He readjusts his stance and places his steadying hand next to your ribs. His other lifts your T-shirt and bra, exposing your tits to him for the first time.

“Wow…” he trails off, eyes fixed on your chest. One hand reaches back for your breast, cupping the underside in his big palm. His thumb heads for your nipple, pushing it softly up and down.

“Can I suck them?” he asks.

You have no idea how the fuck you’re supposed to verbalize anything in this situation, so you just nod. Your eyes are wide and you keep forgetting to breathe and you want his mouth on you more than you’ve wanted anything in your entire life.

Then it is. His warm, wet lips surround your hard nipple and you can’t help but moan. His tongue traces circles around the mound, and it’s making you tingly again. You raise your hips, and Chan stops sucking.

“Want me to touch you there, too?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” you answer quickly.

“Anything for you…” he says, smirking. Then he gets more serious. “Let me know if you want me to stop, ok?”

“Mhm,” you answer quickly, not wanting any more time to pass where his hand isn’t between your legs.

He reaches down and places his hand on you over your soft shorts.

“Wow…” he says under his breath. “You’re so wet.”

Your body tenses and you push yourself up onto your elbows.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how…” you say, your throat clenching like you’re about to cry.

“What? Why are you apologizing?” Chan interrupts.

“Is that… I don’t know. Is that bad?” you ask.

“What? Y/n, oh my god. No. No, it’s not bad at all. Oh, sweetheart…”

He reaches back up to hold your face and places his forehead against yours.

“No, being wet just means you’re excited, you want to be touched there. That’s all,” he assures, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “It’s just your body telling me you want me. It’s ok, I promise. Honestly, it’s more than ok, it’s amazing.”

“It’s… what?” you ask.

“It’s great, really,” he adds. “When you’re wet like this it’s gonna be easy to touch you and taste you and it’ll feel good cause you’re so relaxed. I promise.”

“Ok…” you reply, not fully convinced. But you trust him, and the idea of him tasting you makes you want to throw up — in a good way.

“Here, let me show you,” he says, his hand lowering to your crotch once again. He presses his fingers and palm flat against your stomach, sliding them under your shorts and panties. He cups you in his big hands, applying just a little pressure and moving his arm up and down.

“I’m gonna put a finger in, ok?”

“Ok.”

Your heart may explode out of your chest, but he’s looking at you with this expression that’s so full of love and comfort that you’d say yes to anything he asked at this point. How can someone make you feel so nervous and so safe at the same time?

His middle finger easily slides into you, and he adjusts his hand so he can push it in as far as it’ll go. Then he pulls it out almost all the way before pushing back in.

“Feel ok?” he asks.

“Mmmmmmmm…” you hum. Your eyes are staring at the ceiling, but you can see him smile at the affirmation.

“I’m gonna do another, just tell me if you want me to stop.”

He slides another finger into you, moving them slowly but rhythmically. He runs his fingertips along your walls as he explores you for the first time. All you can do is sigh and try to remember to breathe.

“…and another…”

A third finger enters you. It feels kind of tight, but in such a good way. He works his fingers, pressing and bending to find the spots that make you moan. And he finds them quickly.

“I’m gonna press on your clit, ok? It’s gonna be sensitive and may feel kind of… overwhelming,” he warns.

You glance down at him with a little fear in your eyes. Overwhelming sounds… bad.

“I would never do anything to hurt you, sweetheart,” he reassures. “If you don’t want me to I won’t.”

“No… you can try it. I’m just… nervous,” you reply quietly. “I don’t want to… fuck it up.”

“You could never do a single thing that would ‘fuck it up,’ ok?” your boyfriend says sweetly but forcefully. “You’re perfect. I’ve never wanted anything as much as you. And right now, I want to make you feel good, ok?”

After a deep sigh, you reply. “Ok.”

“Ok,” he repeats. “Now, try to relax. I’ve got you, y/n.”

He puts his fingers back to work, coaxing moans from your lips almost immediately. Then, with his eyes on your face, he presses down on your clit. And holy fuck was he right. It’s overwhelming but amazing and it feels so good but you want it to stop but also never stop all at once.

His thumb starts to make small circles over the sensitive nub, and you feel your eyes roll back.

“Oh my god… Channie…” you whimper.

“Yeah, baby? Feels good?” he answers in a sultry voice.

“Yes… oh please.”

“Please what?”

“Don’t… stop…”

He does as he’s told, finger fucking you with three digits and rubbing your clit with his thumb while his other hand reaches back to your chest to toy with your nipple.

“Baby… will you come for me?” Chan asks.

“Yes… I think… yes!” you cry out as you feel a rush of absolute pleasure rush through your veins and your head starts to spin. You’re grasping at his hand on your chest, squeezing it as hard as you can while you ride this out.

“Oh my god, what the fuck…” you mumble as the feeling drifts away. “That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” Chan says, removing his hand from inside you and bringing it up to his pretty lips. “I want to know what you taste like.”

He slowly slides his drenched fingers into his mouth, closing his lips around them before pulling back out.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Sweet.”

He leans down to kiss you, and the butterflies come back. There’s no way you’ll ever feel better than this.

“Next time, I want it straight from the source, ok?” Chan says with a wink.

Scratch that. You have a good feeling he’s gonna make you feel really, really good for a long time.

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Boyfriend — Hwang Hyunjin X Reader

Summary: You are one of JYP Entertainment's makeup artists and are in a secret relationship with Hwang Hyunjin.

Warnings: Fluffy, a little smut, hot, secret dating.

A/N: This is my first k-pop imagine, I hope it's good. Remembering that I'm Brazilian and I don't speak fluent English, so please forgive any writing errors you find.

Request are open

MASTERLIST

I ran towards JYP's door, knowing I was late. My alarm clock didn't go off, and I had to take a taxi to avoid being too late.

I wished good morning to the security guard, who let me through with a smile on his face. He was really nice, and even offered to help me carry my heavy backpacks when I needed to take makeup and brushes to the car.

She had been working for JYP for three years, being the makeup artist for a single group during that time. I was assigned to Stray Kids from the first day, and I was very well received by everyone.

The boys are always very kind, and include you in conversations, they don't treat you like a robot but like another human being. I also go on tour with them, so everyone's makeup looks perfect for any occasion.

It was during one of the trips that what no one expected happened. During one night of the show, it was very cold and I hadn't brought any coat. Furthermore, I really missed my family who lived in another country. When I least expected it, Hyunjin appeared, offering me his sweater.

He sat next to me, on the floor, and started talking to me. We had already had interactions together, but this was the first time I was alone with him.

After the show, I received a turkey breast sandwich from one of the staff, with his cell phone number. We started talking a lot.

It didn't take long for Hyunjin invited me on a date, and I thought a lot before accepting. That was four months ago, and we've been dating ever since.

It's extremely confusing to date an idol, especially when you work for their company. We cannot be together in public, nor show feelings around the staff.

If anyone found out, I would be fired, and if our relationship became public, Hyunjin could be kicked out of Stray Kids.

“How are you, Y/N?” Felix said, sitting in the high chair in the makeup room. He had clips in his hair, while Hani, my professional colleague, applied foundation to his face. “Did you wake up very late?”

“My alarm clock’s fault.” I said, throwing my bag on one of the dressers. I sanitized my hand with some alcohol gel and read my schedule for the day.

I should do makeup on Changbin and Lee MinHo, and then I should only be available in case one of them needs to touch up their foundation or powder.

“Good morning, Changbin.” I said, pulling out the chair for the man to sit down. He laughed, sitting down and starting to scroll through his smartphone. “What is today's event?” I asked.

“Let's take photos for our new album, and then we can leave.” He explained.

“So, I will apply more natural makeup on you , okay?” I said, and he nodded, agreeing. I did the makeup, and after that, I met with MinHo, who talked the whole time.

After that, I sat at one of the tables in the break room, waiting for someone to need me. I bought a coffee from one of the vending machines, so my tiredness would disappear.

“Unnie?” Hani called me, with her hands crossed behind her back and a grimace on her face. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Yes.” I said, throwing the disposable cup in the trash. “What do you need me to do?”

“Can you help one of the boys in my place?” She asked. “I have to leave early today, and EunHee told me that I could only go if I finished my work.”

“Who's the last boy you have to put makeup on?”

“Hyunjin.” She said.

“Of course, I can do his makeup for you.” I said, with a small smile on my face, almost imperceptible.

“Thank you, Y/N, you are an angel.” She thanked, bowing and leaving celebrating. “I'll take you to barbecue tomorrow, as thanks.” Hani shouted at me, making me laugh.

I went to the makeup room, seeing that most of the group members were no longer present. Hyunjin was already sitting in the chair, and Felix was waiting for the hairdresser to finish fixing his hair.

“Hi.” I whispered to my boyfriend, seeing him smile when he saw me.

“Hello, jagiya.” He said, also in a low tone. “I almost celebrated when Hani told me she would ask you to do my makeup instead of her.”

The brunette threw his head back, with a wide smile. He had his hair tied up and his face clean.

“Oppa, how do you want your makeup?” I wanted to know. It was bold to be so intimate with him, but Felix knew about our relationship, as did the rest of Stray Kids, and they kept it quiet.

“Do what you think is best, beautiful.” He murmured close to me, emphasizing the final sentence. “I trust you."

“You shouldn't trust me." I commented, taking a little of the foundation of his tone and depositing it on the acrylic plate. I chose one of the sponges, starting to apply the product to his soft skin. “I could do ridiculous makeup on you.”

“It would still be good, because you made it.” He argued, making me laugh.

“Oppa, you are so cheesy.” I spoke, a little louder than I should have , attracting Felix's attention, who looked at us, laughing.

He looked at his friend, seeing that Felix was making fun of us. Hyunjin rolled his eyes, looking back at me.

“When we finish the photos, we will have the day free.” He said. “I want you to go to my apartment.” Hyunjin suggested.

“I have to finish organizing the product counter.” I explained. “ can't go today.” I whispered, looking for concealer in the drawers.

“You do this every day, and the other makeup artists take advantage of it.” He said. “No one will die if you don't wash your brushes or store your foundations. Other makeup artists never do this, they leave all the work to you. This is not just your obligation.”

“Oppa, But what if my boss gives me a warning?”

“Stop worrying, Y/N. The other staff have to clean up their own mess, instead of waiting for you to clean it up.” Hyunjin raised his eyes, looking at the ceiling as I applied concealer to his dark circles, which were barely visible. “Let's go to my apartment, I have a surprise for you.”

“It's okay, Hyunjin.”I whispered, bringing my face closer to his. “I'll come to your apartment as soon as I can leave.”

He smiled broadly.

“You won't regret it, jagiya.”

I finished the makeup, applying small layers of lip tint to his lips. I forced myself not to give him a kiss, seeing him smile at me, almost guessing my thoughts.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He thanked me, getting up from the chair and looking at me. He walked past me and sat on the couch next to Felix, starting an animated conversation with his friend.

[...]

After saying goodbye to my colleagues, I requested a taxi through the app, entering the address of the building where Hyunjin lived. It wasn't too far from the company, but it would take a long time if I walked.

I didn't have time to touch up my makeup, so I took advantage of my time in the elevator to reapply my lipstick and blush.

His apartment was on the fifteenth floor, and had an electronic door lock. Even though we had only been dating for a few months, Hyunjin told me what the password was. After entering the code, I opened the door.

The light in the living room was on, and when I entered the room, I heard the sound of water coming from the master bedroom, indicating that he was taking a shower.

“My love?” I called him, closing the door and walking to the suite bathroom. “I already arrived.”

“Honey?” He asked, and as soon as I confirmed, I heard the sound of the shower turning off. After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing my boyfriend, with wet hair and underwear.

He had a white towel in his hands, and started to dry his hair, while I sat on his bed, watching him walk around the room. Hwang went to the closet, coming back with sweatpants and a white t”shirt.

“Come closer.” He pulled me by the hand, making me stand up. I was inches away from his body.

Hyunjin closed the distance between us, pressing his soft lips against mine. My hands went towards his neck. He was a little taller than me, meaning I had to stand on tiptoe to reach him.

His mouth was wet and sweet, with the minty breath of someone who had just taken a shower. My boyfriend's left hand reached my hip, while his right went towards my face, caressing me.

I started running my fingers through his soft hair, the soft, wonderful smell of the shampoo. Hyunjin's perfume had a woody tone, with the soft scent of roses and a slightly discreet refreshment. It looked like paradise.

Reluctantly, he turned away from me, with a wide smile that made his eyes close.

“I have something for you.” He announced, pulling me into the living room. Hyunjin told me to sit down, while he went to his small painting studio, returning with a painting in hand. “I did something, and I think it might please you.” The idol smiled, shyly, handing me the painting.

It was packaged, with grass green wrapping paper and a small bow. He waited anxiously, watching me open the package.

As soon as I took out the paper, I let out a surprised sigh.

It was me.

He had painted me. Made my portrait.

It was a prettier version of me, much more beautiful than I saw myself in the mirror. Hyunjin painted me with a smile on my face, and without lipstick or eye shadow. It was so beautiful I almost couldn't stop looking at it.

“Happy four month anniversary together.” He said, making a shy face, seeming to fear that I wouldn't like the gift.

“Hyunjin...” I tried to say, but I couldn't stop admiring the beautiful way my boyfriend saw me. “ It's so beautiful...” I said, in a whisper.

“Did you like it?” He wanted to know.

“I loved.” I confessed, smiling. I placed the painting carefully on the couch, and stood up, facing my boyfriend. “But I didn't buy you anything, sorry...”

I bit my lip, feeling ashamed that I had forgotten that today was our anniversary.

“I don't need any gifts, Y/N.” He said. “You are my greatest and best gift.”

I laughed, throwing my head back.

“I’? really sorry, love.” I said, running her hand over his face.

Hyunjin held my hand, leading me to the kitchen.

“Stop it, I told you I don’t need anything.” The rapper said. I sat in the chair, watching him take dishes from the fridge. I offered help, but he refused. “The surprise is not over yet.”

“Do you have one more surprise for me?” I asked when I smelled the tasty aroma coming from the dishes.

“I cooked for you.” He announced, taking the lid off the container and showing me the food he had prepared. “Tteokbokki!” He said, proudly.

“You did that?” I asked, surprised.

He smiled, grabbing clean dishes from the cupboard. Hwang also placed two glasses and glasses on the table.

“I wanted to do something special for you, darling.” He said. “I always go to your house and eat the food you make, so I wanted to give back.”

I smiled at him, helping myself to a portion of the meal. My boyfriend also bought bottles of Soju and some wine. Because he was the oldest, he insisted on serving me the drink.

“Thanks.” II thanked him. “Everything is perfect, Hyunjin.”

I ate the first spoonful, tasting the food. He also tasted it, making a small face, usual when he liked something.

“It's so good.” I spoke.

The rapper and I finished eating, and even though I offered to wash the dishes, he forbid me from going near the sink. The brunette invited me to see a horror movie.

I sat down on the soft sofa, right next to him. Hyunjin began the horror film, adjusting himself on the upholstery. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the idol's hand slide over my shoulder, caressing me.

We hugged for most of the movie, until he put his hand on my thigh. It was an innocent gesture, but the hair on my body stood up, and I bit my lip, deciding to stop the movie.

I pulled the rapper by the neck, making him turn towards me. I kissed him very cheerfully. He returned the gesture, taking his hand off my thigh and placing it on my face.

In a bold move, I lay down on the couch, pulling him on top of me. Hyunjin wasn't heavy, but he still stayed on his knees so he didn't put all his weight on me.

The kiss continued, and the man let his mouth roam my face, distributing kisses until he reached my neck. I wore a black tank top, which left him free to leave me with several hickeys.

I took my hand to the hem of his shirt, letting it penetrate the fabric, feeling his slim abdomen. I felt him get goosebumps from my touch, and I gave a cheeky smile when I saw that Hyunjin kissed my breasts.

Suddenly, he stopped, sitting on the sofa and taking off his t”shirt, leaving just his pants on. I smiled when I saw the red marks I had left on his skin, probably my neck was equally marked.

“We're going to miss the end of the movie.” He said, laughing.

“We can see it again tomorrow.” I spoke. “However, we would lose the ending the same way.”

The brunette came back on top of me, taking his hands to the hem of my blouse, asking permission with his eyes. I nodded, biting my lip and stretching my arms to help him with the task of getting me naked.

Hyunjin unbuttoned my dark wash jeans, and pulled them off, throwing them on the living room floor. The man looked at me, seeing that I was wearing a burgundy lingerie set.

“You are beautiful.” He said.

I smiled.

“You too, Hyun.” I said, pulling him again so that he was on top of me.

The idol's mouth went straight towards my breasts, which were still covered by the bra. I let out a low moan, caressing the back of his neck.

Hyunjin continued moving down with his lips, placing kisses down my abdomen, and stopping at my panties. He sent me a smile. To my surprise, he came towards my lips again, kissing me.

I reciprocated, letting the rapper's tongue enter my mouth.

My nails made small welts on the man's pale back, who sighed at the sensation.

“I love you.” He confessed, between the kiss.

“I love you.” I said, feeling his hand go down my body, stopping at my panties. The feeling was wonderful, and he looked at me, as if asking if he could continue with the touches. If I think, I kissed him again, authorizing Hyunjin to do whatever he wanted with my body.

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Synopsis: Heeseung has always been a good son, obeying his parents' orders even though he didn't agree with them and hated the person he was forced to be around them. In a fit of rage, he decides to run away at night to the beach with his friends and ends up entering a strange cave and making perhaps the biggest mistake of his life. Now he will be forced to undergo changes due to his new "condition" and the consequences of his actions. He will have to be strong because this new life will bring even more problems and complications, but it could also be the start of something very good for him.

Yn is a foreigner who was adopted many years ago by the Wang family after her parents died in a shipwreck. Despite having a very difficult start in life, the girl managed to find peace and a quiet life with a loving family. After a difficult day at her job in a local coffee shop, she decides to visit the beach that had become one of her greatest passions. She sees an accident involving a group of boys and, in trying to help, ends up shaping her destiny and changing her life completely.

Paring: Lee Heeseung x Femreader Genero: Fantasy, smau, non idol au, romance and drama Character: Lee Heeseung (Enhypen), Sim Jake (Enhypen), Park Jay (Enhypen), Park Sunghoon (Enhypen), Kim Sunoo (Enhypen), Yang Jungwon (Enhypen), Nashimura Riki (Enhypen), Lalisa (BlackPink), Jisoo (BlackPink), Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Lee Felix (Stray Kids). Warning: Alcohol, Violence, Blood, Jokes with Kys and Kms, Family issues, Abuse, drug use.

Start date: 11th November 2023

Chapters:

Enhypen Boys' Profiles | Pink Ladies Profiles

Chapter 1: Mom's visit

Chapter 2: A Nigth Of Changes

Chapter 3: Wtf was that?

Charpter 4: So we're not going to say anything?

Charpter 5: Guess who got a new job?

Charpter 6:

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Hyunjin, assures curvy girlfriend about her large bottom 🔅

Honestly I’ve been waiting for some more fluff requests so I’m glad you requested this! I absolutely love curvy reader and enjoyed writing this! Tell me if you want more!

K-popIdol!Hyunjin x curvy!plusized! Reader

(This is also kinda full body comfort)

I feel like this starts with him walking in on you looking at yourself in the mirror in your shared bedroom and slowly putting the pieces together.

Definitely is going to be confused at first because to him your stunning but then when you explain to him he’ll understand and start comforting you!! (He’s such a sweet baby)

When Hyunjin first saw you standing in the mirror, he thought nothing of it, thinking you were just a admiring yourself as he would do the same to you.

But when he noticed your hands touching the curves over your body going and tracing over them, and when his gaze drifted to your face, painted with insecurity, he was extremely confused.

He couldn’t understand why you felt insecure. In his eyes you were perfect, your feature only adding to you as a person.

Hyunjin walks over to you and hugs you from behind

“How’s my pretty girl doing?” He questions

You sigh “ I’m okay it’s just. . .” Trailing off as you speek

Hyunjin pulls you closer into his chest. Pulling you away from the mirror and onto the bed instead with ease.

“ did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

“ yes,baby is everyday”

“Then I don’t understand why you have any reason to be insecure?”

You dig your head into his shoulder snugly. “ I feel like I’m so much… bigger than other girls”

Hyunjin new the industry he worked in could put a lot of pressure on him and those around him, working especially hard to make you weren’t exposed to it the sometimes toxic community. Hyunjin wraps his hand around you back and sliding it to latch around your butt before speaking again.

“ you know that if I didn’t love you as much as I did I wouldn’t be with you right? Every feature in you makes you more unique than everyone else and I like it that way” Hyunjin lifts your head up to look at him as he says this.

“ yeah but-“

Hyunjin cuts you off “ would you like me to list out every reason I love you? First of all your so comfy I could stay an eternity with you, like my personal heating pillow, and you care for me sooo much I just love all the cloths you where because it extenuates your curves-“ Hyunjin rambles

Now it’s your turn to cut him off

“ okay- okay, I understand” you giggle a bit before looking straight into his eyes.

Hyunjin does say anything and instead pulls you closer (if possible) and snuggles into you more you his hand comfortably sitting snug under your ass. After a while you here soft snores and smile to yourself, happy to be blessed with someone like Hyunjin.

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hi z! i hope you’re doing well <3 i have a chan thought that refuses to leave my brain, and i thought you would be the best person to share this with: slapping chan’s ass just because you think it’s funny (or for no reason at all). he’d get sooooo flustered and shy but maybe he also can’t stop thinking about it oops

hi clove ^^ i hope YOU are doing well ! its nice seeing you around :>

and oh god that thought of yours wont leave my brain either.

i feel like the first time it happened, you just do out of the human need to do something with his very round ass. he was lying down on his couch, stomach down with his ass in full view. you couldn’t resist. if you could, you would even pinch it, but a smack did its job.

a simple “oh!” escaped his lips.

you remembered the rest of chan’s reaction very well. his face immediately turned back to you, eyes wide and peering up at you. his whole body jerked up. his face, neck, and the highest points of his skin were fully flushed.

“sorry” was all you could say. “sorry. can’t help it when you’re out here with all this ass,” you giggled.

everything went back to usual after that. or so you thought.

he may have been silent about it after, but his mind was racing with questions. you were being silly but his mind hasn’t left the thought. why were you so curious about his ass? did you like it? you were giggling really hard, and you looked cute while smiling, but were you smiling at his ass? why did he like it? why did he feel sensitive about it? even till this day, he still thinks about it.

he thinks about it to the point that he checks on his ass after every workout. he can’t help but notice that every time you two get intimate, you have to tease him there as well. even while casually going about your days, you sometimes do something just to feel it. and now, he silently indulges in it, wearing shorter shorts that make it pop even more.

i guess that’s why you noticed that now, when you have your hands down his back pocket, he’s blushing intensely with his head in your neck.

“don’t take your hand out, it’s…it’s comfy.”

#skz smut #sub!bang chan #sub!chan #💌 ipeginbox #<3 lixesque #though i admit this is kinda fluffy?:?:?/? #💬 z is writimg

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𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚠︎︎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: 𝚄𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜☺︎︎), 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 & 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 “𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍“.

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝟹.𝟹𝚔

𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 @hyunsuks-beanie ♡︎

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 & 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍!

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝!

♡´･ᴗ･`♡

You checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already 4 am, but still no usual message from Chan telling you he’s on his way home. Though it wasn’t unusual for him to get home late, this was the 5th time in a row so it was natural for worry to bubble inside you.

You spent some time mulling over whether or not to visit him before finally deciding to go and also bring him food while you were at it, so you threw a jacket over your sleep clothes and went to pick up his favorite before heading over to his studio.

You’ve been an employee at JYP for about 3 years now and you met Chan by chance one night whilst you were on your way home. You were both working late and ran into each other on our way out the door, literally. He accidentally crashed into you causing you to spill all of your (luckily iced) coffee on your very white shirt. After the initial panic and apologies died down, he went and got one of his shirts for you to wear and then insisted that he buy you a new coffee.

Even though you knew it was a bad idea to get involved with a talent at the agency you worked for, you couldn’t resist his charm. After that night you started to notice the way he would deliberately look for you, finding new ways to spend time with you. So to absolutely no one’s surprise, you found yourself falling for him. That’s why the moment he asked you if you were interested in dating him, against your better judgment, you said yes and the rest is history.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at the building and find a discreet parking lot. There was no reason to creep around because you literally worked here, but for some reason it seemed only appropriate, especially given the actual reason why you showed up there tonight. When you were done making sure the coast was clear you pulled out your phone to text Chan.

*Are you alone right now?*

*Yes. Why?*

*I wanted to facetime you and I didn’t want to catch you off guard.*

*Why aren’t you asleep?*

*You’re one to talk. Just pick up when you call 😾, ok?*

*🫡*

You had no intention of facetiming him but you wanted to surprise him without getting caught so you had to make sure the coast was clear. You made your way through the building and to his studio as quickly and quietly as possible. Thankfully, because of how late it was there was hardly anyone here. The door was locked but Chan had told you the passcode pretty early on in your relationship.

Chan's facial expressions shifted from confusion to shock and then finally into a big smile as you opened the door and walked in. You closed the door before turning back to him, returning his smile as you lifted the bag of food in your hand to show him what you brought.

“I knew there was no way you would have had dinner, so I brought you a little something.” you said, setting the food down by his desk and walking over to him.

You sat down on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck so you could give him the biggest hug.

“What are you doing here?” Chan asked as he pulled you closer to him, squeezing so tightly that you had no choice but to giggle and squirmed until he loosened his arms.

“You're working way too late again so I had to check in on you.” you said through giggles.

You cupped his face in your hands and looked at his adorably sleepy expression. He was so cute that to not place a soft kiss on his pretty lips would simply be a crime.

As you pulled away he smiled at you and gently rested his hands on your hips. You loved the cozy feeling of his warmth wrapped around you like this.

“I’m sorry, It’s just that with the tour coming up there are so many things that need to get done.” He said.

“Don’t worry, I get it. That's why I brought you some energy in the form of food and your lovely girlfriend.”

“How did I get so lucky? Honestly I could use a distraction, I keep feeling like I’m not getting anywhere and I just keep working in circles.”

He sighed. You could tell how stressed he was feeling and you felt bad. You want him to be able to relax so even though he was busy and there was a lot of work to get done you figured a little break wouldn’t hurt.

“That’s why I’m here, to distract you. You know what I always say, it’s important to recoup and regroup.”

He threw his head back in laughter, his adorable dimples adding the cutest accent to his already perfect face.

“When have you ever said that?”

It felt so good to see Chan laughing. You got up and went to open up the food you brought him.

“Come eat before this gets any colder.”

He got his food and began to eat and you couldn't help but feel happy while you watched him. He was clearly hungry but he didn’t even realize it until he started diggin it with a ravenous pace.

“Love, even if you’re busy you can’t forget to eat.” You said gently. “I get worried when you don’t take care of your health.”

He smiled meekly and in a way that told you he already knew you were right. You didn’t want to give him anymore stress so you decided to save the scolding for another day and simply opted for booping his nose.

He finished up and you threw away the trash while he got you two something to drink. You got back to the studio before him so you took off your jacket and sat in his chair, giving it a spin. You looked around the dark room and you felt a rush of so many different emotions, feeling so proud of him and all the work that he did. Anyone could tell just how much of a talented genius he is but he still works crazy hard. You looked at his set up with all the bits and bobbles and his computer that was working overtime and felt a twinge of sadness. He always had so much on his plate and you just wanted to make things, even if only a little bit, easier for him.

He walked in with your drinks and smiled at what he thought to be the cutest image of you sitting in his chair.

“What are you up to?” He said handing you your drink.

“I wanted to see what it felt like to be the spectacular producer Mr. Bang Chan.”

He laughed.

“So? How is it?” He asked as he sat down on the couch.

You spined the chair to face him and grimaced.

“Exhausting.” You half joked. “But seriously, you have a lot of work to do, don't you? Now I kinda feel bad for distracting you.”

“Don’t. I wasn’t getting any work done in that state anyway. You’re doing me a huge favor right now.” He said, gesturing for you to come sit by him.

You got up and walked over to the couch but you decided that instead of sitting besides him you much rathered his lap. He raised his eyebrow at you inquisitively and through the dim light you could see a spark in his eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into his ear.

“So what I’m hearing is that you need a way to get your mind off of things.” You whispered.

“It depends. What’ve you got in mind?” He said teasingly, his eyes watching your lips.

His hands were already under your shirt and around your waist. You brushed your lips against his and smiled.

“A lot. The question is, are you up for it?

“Can’t you tell.”

He smirked and you looked down as you felt just how “up for it” he really was.

“You must have really missed me. I’ve barely touched you love.” You quipped.

“I think you knew exactly what you were doing when you came dressed like this.”

He was referring to the thin shirt you were wearing with no bra underneath and the fitted shorts that did nothing to hide how wet you already were.

You actually forgot that this was all that you were wearing. Your mind was only focused on the fact that he was probably overworking himself. When you hadn’t gotten the text from him that told you he was home you rushed out of your house to visit him even though you had already gotten ready for bed. You didn’t even have makeup on anymore and your hair was already tied up. But it was still enough to drive Chan crazy because that’s how much he adored you. But he wasn’t the only one who was completely ensnared because you absolutely wanted to devour him right now, even more so with his bare face and his natural curls.

You leaned into a soft kiss as you felt his strong hands begin traveling your body as if they were exploring for the first time. His hands gently caressed your back and shivers danced across your spine the same way it did the first time he touched you. He always had such a strong effect on you and it was just second nature at this point. All it took was a few touches from him and you could already feel yourself melting.

His hands found your breast and he massaged them for a moment before breaking away from your hungry kisses so he could pull your shirt over your head. After throwing your shirt somewhere in the room, he began to serenade your soft skin with gentle kisses. His lips and tongue thoughtfully roamed your breasts giving longer sucks to your nipples with added nips to the sensitive skin on your neck and collarbone. Your hands played in his hair as you basked in his sensual touches, your feather-like breathing sounds only making him more insatiable.

Like second nature his hands found their way to your sex, your aching for him so strong that just the simple brush of his thumb over your clit was enough to make you moan.

“Wait, why are you still wearing a shirt?” You suddenly asked when you realized just how much your hands were burning to feel him.

You clumsily found the hem of his sweater and tugged until he laughed and let you take it off. As soon as your first obstacle was gone your hands went to the band of his sweats, signaling to him that only getting rid of the sweater just simply wasn’t enough for you.

But instead of obeying you he responded by making sure he was holding you securely before standing up and placing you back in his chair. He kneeled by you and pulled your shorts off in one swift motion. He then gripped your hips, pulling your sopping warmth to him. Before you could think his mouth was on you and just in a matter of seconds your head was thrown back in pleasure. I mean the man’s tongue was nearly as magical as his wand and it sure enough had you swearing in hokkuspokkus.

It took no time for you to be moaning his name in pleasure as an orgasm washed over you. Chan stood up before leaning over and kissing you, you moaned in his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue. With him now standing above you, you saw your chance and took it as you groped him over his sweats, earring a groan from him. You slid your hand to the waistband and pulled them down before getting off the chair and sitting on your knees. You looked up at him with lust filled eyes and he looked down at you with a matching set. A match made in heaven, but with the kind of thoughts that were coating your mind maybe it was actually hell.

“Your turn.” You said as you gestured for him to sit in the chair.

You were on him the moment he was seated, your hands instantly pulling down his underwear and freeing his throbbing shaft. You finished taking off his clothing before you tentatively wrapped your hands around him. All while holding eye contact with him you leaned closer as you stuck out your tongue and slowly licked the precum off of his tip. You loved the way his breath quickened the moment he felt you, letting out a low moan that was pure delight to your ears.

You decided to continue teasing him despite the fact that he was so kind to you a few moments ago. You fought a smirk as you kissed the tip and then slowly dragged your lips down to the base. You fondled his balls as you dragged your tongue back to the tip at an excruciatingly slow pace, your eyes never leaving his that were daring you to keep fooling around. A smirk played on his lips as he tried to act like you weren’t absolutely killing him with your taunting behavior.

Deciding he had enough, you took him in your mouth allowing him to move his hips at the pace he wanted. Tears pricked your eyes as you took all of his size that you could fit in your mouth. He let out a string of curses as you felt his warm seed fill your mouth. You pulled your lips off with a pop and looked at him again. You waited for him to catch his breath and look back at you so you could make a show of opening your mouth before swallowing. You saw his breath hitch as you could all but hear the filthy thoughts your lewd actions invoked in him.

Chan held your hand and lifted you onto his lap. If you weren’t already aching for him from the previous excursions you would’ve been the moment you felt him strong and hard against your core. But he didn’t do anything but hold your hands, gazing at you in the dim lights.

“What?” You asked, now burning red under the intensity of the moment.

“You’re stunning darling.” He softly replied. “Everytime you’re not around I find myself missing you and even when I have you I feel like there is nothing I can ever say to do justice to the way my heart feels for you. ”

You held his face in your hands, resting your forehead on his.

“Every single time I think that I can’t possibly love you anymore you go ahead and say some shit like that. My heart, you’ve got me here falling for you all over again.” You whispered as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

He chuckled as he traced patterns on your back.

You both sat in silence as a blanket of safety nursed your tired soul. Your gentle breaths syncing as you felt a unique tranquility, one that you only felt when you were together. He pulled you even closer to him as he kissed you in a way that told you everything he couldn’t say. You felt his heart beating against you and he felt yours.

As you took a deep breath to anchor yourself his intoxicating scent filled you. Feelings began catching up to you and you soon realized just how much you needed him, needed to feel your every sense be consumed by him. Looking up at Chan you gently placed a kiss on his lips before trailing your hands from where they rested down to where your interest had now shifted. Slowly you began stroking him and it didn't take long for him to realize the shift in the mood, his body was even quicker.

Once he was ready your hands gently guided him into you. The way he filled you, nice and slow, perfectly partnered with the mood of your heart. You couldn’t tell at which point you ended and he began, all you knew was that you felt more whole than you ever thought you could.

You swallowed each other’s moans as you felt the puzzle piece like pleasure of him completing you. You took another moment of stillness, just wanting to be present in the moment as Chan placed slow kisses on your face, silently telling you he felt the same.

Chan continued to hold you close as you both moved together in a perfectly paced rhythm that had made you fall apart in each other’s arms. His moans played with yours harmoniously as you felt the familiar pleasure building inside of you. You arched your back as you felt yourself unwrapping around him with every stroke. You felt him twitch inside you and you could tell he was close. The next thing you knew your orgasm was washing over you in powerful waves and you felt him follow soon after, your moments slowing to a stop as overstimulation had you both trembling.

“You’re amazing.” He said, kissing the top of your head.

“I was just about to say the same thing.” You said with a light chuckle.

After a moment's rest to steady yourselves Chan checked the time before letting out a sigh.

“We should probably head home. It seems less than ideal to let someone find us like this.”

You both laughed but neither of you moved. You didn’t want to lose the perfect feeling that was him inside of you just yet.

“Just a few more minutes.” You whined snuggling into him.

Chan softly laughed and rubbed your back.

“As much as I would love to stay like this, I know you and you know that you're about three seconds off of falling asleep.”

He was absolutely correct.

You let out a dramatically defeated sigh as you sat up. You anchored yourself with his shoulders as you got up and to your dismay felt him exiting you. You instantly missed him and made a show of it by pouting. He shook his head at you in humor before getting up and looking for his clothes. He got dressed and handed you a pair of spare sweats you kept in his studio. You were glad for the change of clothes because at some point in the removal of your shirt it got ripped and the shorts had too much evidence of your misconduct. You couldn’t risk running into someone in that state even if your jacket was long enough and would cover you if you closed it up. You put on the clothes and then put on your jacket before heading to your car. You made sure to take your previous clothes with you on the way out so as not to leave any incriminating evidence around. You sealed them in a bag and tossed them out in the garbage.

You had agreed to wait for him in your car while he left a couple minutes after you so that you wouldn’t run into anyone together at this late (or rather early) hour.

You dropped him at his dorm with a kiss goodbye and a very deadly threat which you assured him that you wouldn’t hesitate to take into effect if he dared to work that late again. When you finally got home you showered before putting on one of the tee shirts that he left at your house and crashing in bed. Even though you were absolutely exhausted you felt so much lighter and more relaxed. He called you to make sure you were home safely and you talked with him until he fell asleep. You ended the call and finally fell asleep yourself, the joy that your heart couldn’t contain spilling into your dreams.

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MAD. w/ BANG CHAN.

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: bang chan x female reader genre + warnings: established relationship, fluffy, smut mdni!, wc: 1.7k

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“Please! Can we go out?” You tugged at your boyfriend’s shirt.

You and Chan were tangled up on the couch on a Friday afternoon. When he had told you his afternoon was free you were quick to straddle his lap, begging for him to take you out. He laughs at your eagerness while he was laying on his back with one arm under his head, the other caressing your thigh.

“I have to wake up early tomorrow. Can’t we just stay home? We can play some games and order in,” he tried to convince you.

“But you’re finally free for the afternoon and we have like..” you counted your fingers “.. we have like 7 hours before you can wind down..” you begged with a pout.

“Or we can do something else for 7 hours baby,” he suggested with a smirk, inching his hand up higher on your thigh.

“But I got this pretty dress—” you huffed; you didn’t want to take no for an answer.

“—Then go out by yourself,” Chan sharply replied, removing his hand from you to join the other one under his head. You can tell he wasn’t serious evidently by his smile, but you were.

“Maybe I should.”

“Good.. I get to rest more without you on me,” he scoffed, playfully.

“Pffffft, you want me on you!” You rolled your eyes.

“Not today baby. Go.” he flickers his eyes to the front door then back at you.

“Fine.”

You got off him and went into your shared bedroom, sitting on the bed in silence. You were waiting for him follow you and maybe change his mind about not going but he never entered the bedroom. You rolled your eyes and decided to check what he was up to, slowly opening the door to peek, only to see him asleep, his cheeks was pressed up against the surface of the couch.

“Gosh..” you smiled at your sleep-deprived boyfriend. He looked so worn out, so cute like this, you know you couldn’t force him out..

..But you were still longing to get out, itching for a boost of confidence. You had just ordered a pretty dress online and it finally arrived. You wanted to wear it, wanted to doll up since all you have been in the past couple of weeks was Chan’s big t-shirt and sweatpants feeling a little ugly.

You sat back on your bed again, pondering what you should do with the rest of your day, what you should do to make you feel better.

You pulled out your phone, dialling a number. “Hey, you wanna go out S/GF/N?”

While your boyfriend was still passed out, you got ready to go out with the girlfriends of the other boys and threw in a quick nap. You straighten your hair, put on your make up before slipping on the dress. It was just a simple black halter body-con dress, but you felt extremely sexy in it.

It was 7pm by the time you were done with everything. You strutted out with a pair of high heels towards your boyfriend who had just woken up, occupied on his phone.

“Hey baby, how was your sleep?” You ask softly, bending down to give him a peck on his cheek.

“Good,” he says pulling you onto his lap as he sat up.

He locks his phone before looking up at you, gasping at your appearance.

His eyes widen, travelling from your shoulders down the curve of your body to your legs then back up to your pretty face. He found you extremely sexy like this, not that he never thought you weren’t. But it’s also been a while since he saw you all dressed up.

“Woah.. Where.. Where you going pretty girl?” He stuttered.

“Out! Gonna go clubbing!” You say cheerfully, wrapping your arms around him while his drops around your waist.

“Y/N, were you serious?” He was taken off guard at your quick reply.

“Yeah, I told you I wanted to go out,” a hint of desideration showing.

“Baby— but with who?” It was his turn to whine now.

“With the girls now since you didn’t want to go,” you teased him and Chan shoots you a guilty smile. “I wanted to be pretty today. My pretty dress finally arrived.. Look,” your hand smooths over the hem of your dress before pointing at the neckline, showing it off to your boyfriend.

“You are pretty, always will be baby,” he says caressing your arm and looking up at you in adoration. “Now I’m mad.. at myself.”

He’s mad at himself. He feels like a bad boyfriend not registering your cues of you wanting to feel and look pretty. He retraces back to the past couples of week how you have been cooped up in his apartment in nothing but lounge wear, you couldn’t even dress yourself up for work since you work from home. Although you have always been the prettiest to him, he understands how you feel. You were just a girl, his girl.

“Why?”

“That I’m going to be home by myself now while my pretty girlfriend will be out in this sexy dress.. all because I didn’t know she wanted to feel pretty,” his eyes traces down your body one more time, feeling his start to get flushed.

“Is it too late?” he genuinely asked.

You laugh. “Mhmm, the other girls are ready to go.”

“You really going to leave me like this?” He looked down to the area you weren’t quite sitting on, indicating to something that was growing hard, but you just laugh. You were already running behind, so he just has to suck it up and wait till you come back so you can take care of him.

“I’ll let you kiss me, but I will have to leave you like this,” He smiled at you before pulling your face closer, letting your lips finally touch each other. He deepens the kiss quickly and you let him have his way for a little bit until pulling back completely.

“Can I’ll drop you?”

“Are you sure?” You didn’t want to bother him. After seeing him pressed up against the couch exhausted, you feel guilty because he never has time to himself.

“Of course! I would love to do my boyfriend duties for my baby.”

You had blast to be very honest. You have never felt this sexy and confident in a while. And to feel this way all night with the best of your friends was very special to you. You enjoyed girls night alot, but there were moments where you missed Chan. But you knew he was going to be home waiting for you so you just had to wait till the end of the night to see him again.

“How was it?” He asked the second you got into his car.

“It was fun. We drank and danced alot and.. I missed you heaps,” you slurred cheerfully, drunk and a little horny.

“Missed me?” He smirked.

“Mhmm, missed you Channie,” you pouted reaching out for his hand.

“Gotta go home first..” he says as he lets you hold his hand. “Gotta go home first and then I’ll let you show me how much you missed me.” He gives you a flirty glance and pull his hand to your lips, pecking the back of it.

“How did you feel though?”

“I feel sexy, Channie,” you confess.

“I’m happy to hear that. You look so extremely sexy tonight baby,” he complimented, making sure you know he acknowledges your feelings.

Once you got home, he instantly drags you into the bedroom, pushing you to sit in the bed.

“Missed you so much..” he crouches down and steady himself by his hands on either side of you. “I can’t believe I rather sleep than go out with you today..” planted a kiss to your shoulder making you giggle. “..I’m such bad boyfriend..” he continues and you nod.

“Such a bad boyfriend for my good Y/N,” he kisses your other shoulder before pushing you down on the bed.

“Hmm, you’re such a bad boyfriend,” you jokingly agreed, pulling him ontop of you as you make space for him in between your legs.

“You gonna let me make it up to you?” His hands inches up your thigh, bunching up your dress.

“Yes Chan please. Make it up to me..” you couldn’t wait any longer now, practically whining underneath him. “Just wanted to be pretty for you today..” you say breathless and he starts to nip the skin on your neck.

“No.. no more…” you whimpered as he pulls outs of you. You were out of breath, close to blacking out.

“Okay okay.. shhh shh.. that was last one, my pretty girl..” Chan comforted you after coating 5 orgasms out of you. He wiped you down before throwing the towel away, pulling you into his chest.

“Ohh— is it 5 already?” He questioned after glancing at the alarm clock which made you look up to confirm.

It has been 4 hours since he peeled your dress off you. And although you were wrecked, it was worth every second.

“I got no sleep.. Gotta call off practice,” he says and your face immediately lits up. The tiredness gone the second you know he was finally going to be home on a Saturday morning. He smiles at you before reaching out for his phone and unlocking it.

Chan Practice cancelled for today

Seungmin Why?

Chan Gotta deal with Y/N

You watch as he converses with his group members. “Okay but then thats makes me seem annoying,” you complain and he looks down at you.

“She’s sick?” He chuckles, with a raised eyebrow.

“But then I don’t want them to think you took the day off just because I’m hung over,” you complained again, with a fake pout.

“Should I just tell them the truth then?” He suggests, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Tired from fucking Y/N since she came back from the clubs,” he says and you playfully hit his chest getting all shy at how he blew your back just a couple minutes ago.

“They all will understand. I’m sure they missed their girlfriends too,” he said, throwing away his phone and pushing your head in his chest so you can finally rest.

“Since I’m home today baby..” he starts, and you hummed. “What do you want to do when we wake up?”

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Coy, (18+)

♡ Pairing: Inexperienced!Bang Chan x Experienced Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: fluff and smut with a lil plot :)

♡ Word Count: 7.7k

♡ Summary: What occurs when joking about sex with your roommate leads to a shocking discovery about his lack of experience in the bedroom. 

♡ Smut Warnings: not intended to have overt dom/sub dynamics but you can infer vibes if you want lol, chan is rlly insecure but reader is here to help!!, nipple play, handjob, oral (m rec), fingering (f rec), protected piv

♡ Notes: hey yall, i wanted to write something small and fun before my next big fic so here we are :’) honestly i was torn between writing this for chan or bin and ended up choosing chan but lmk if you'd want to see a fic like this for binnie! i went super perfectionist mode and rewrote this several times…. like at least 7 fsdgdsfg but i don't want it in my drafts anymore !! just take it !!

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

All you said was a lighthearted joke- something said in jest to make your roommate-turned-best friend’s face flush red and burn all the way to the tips of his ears.

That was always the reaction Chan had when you brought up having had sex, you noticed; cheeks flushed red, eyes darting away from yours to look anywhere else, thumbs nervously twiddling where his hands rested in his lap. You assumed he had plenty of experience, but was more of a “heat of the moment” kind of guy- where you imagined he’d be confident and sure of himself with his partner, but talking about sex outside of the moment turned him into a shy, stuttering mess. 

And it’s not that you purposely went out of your way to imagine what Chan was like during sex, but your mind would often wander there on its own. He was attractive, to put it lightly- devoted to fine-tuning his muscles with diligently followed routines and strictly maintained effort. You were witness to his toned body on more than one occasion, as he often wandered around the apartment shirtless while having just woken up or doing his laundry.

It was a treat for the eyes for sure, but you were respectful. You never drooled over him- at least not anywhere but in the privacy of your bedroom. But it wasn’t just his body that you adored; he had the absolute cutest smile you’d ever seen, eyes crinkling into the prettiest crescent moons as dimples showed on his cheeks. You loved his fluffy, natural hair, and the deep brown color of his eyes, and the way warmth radiated off him when he pulled you into a hug.

So maybe you have a crush on him- but you aren’t going to act on it. You live together in a careful balance, in which you are close enough to him to become good friends while also hiding your attraction to him to maintain the peace. God forbid he doesn't return your attraction, or he does and down the line it makes things complicated. The last thing you need is to scramble for a new place to live after things between you don’t work out- you’d never be able to afford it, and you’ll gladly swallow your feelings for home security. 

But just because you couldn’t have sex with Chan, didn’t mean you couldn’t talk about it with him.

Chan is shy- that much you knew for certain. And sex, while a natural and fun part of life, is something that some people are embarrassed to be open about despite the normality. That's what you saw Chan as; a shy, easily embarrassed person. You thought it was so cute, and just a teensy bit funny; and with all that in mind, it was fun to tease him- to watch his eyes widen in surprise before he let out an awkward cough and looked away, hoping to hide the red forming on his cheeks.

So today, after bringing up how your last date ended, and seeing how brightly Chan’s face burned when you talked about the way they touched you, you couldn’t help but joke around with him. “Oh, c’mon Channie, don’t be coy. I know you’re drowning in pussy when I’m not here,” you teased him with a smirk. Considering your crush on him, you didn’t like to think about it too hard, but you did believe it- surely he brings people back to the apartment while you’re out on your dates.

“O-Oh, no, I’m not- I don’t-” he started to stutter out, and you giggled, because really, how could you believe anything else? He’s perfect- intelligent, funny, talented, as adorable as he is devastatingly hot; obviously he can get whoever he wants, and you believe he does- because Chan is certainly a fucking catch. But still, he continues to stammer and shake his head, blush spreading down his neck as he refutes your statement.

He isn’t a virgin, you have that much right; but he also isn’t some smooth operator hitting hookups with the classic “my roommate isn’t home 👀” text like you seem to think. He doesn’t even know why you think he’s secretly so cool- he’s only ever shown you the most embarrassing version of himself, much to his own chagrin. He’d like to be the person you think he is, but that’s simply not reality.

And as your giggling comes to a stop, and you really look at Chan and take in his expression, you can tell- he's being serious. "Oh," you blink in surprise, smacked with the realization that all your assumptions about him may have been entirely off base.

You frown, wondering if you've actually been making him uncomfortable this entire time. It was always meant to be in good fun, as you thought his bashful reactions were incredibly cute and endearing; but now you realize the truth. Chan isn’t shy about sex because he’s a private person- he’s shy about sex because he isn't having any.

Suddenly, you feel really embarrassed about all the times you talked about yourself; maybe it's karma for all the times you've subtly teased him. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or crossed a line or anything, I didn't mean to, really-" You start to apologize, but Chan interjects, quickly shaking his head.

"N-No, no, you're fine! I just, uh-" he nervously stumbles on his words again, not even sure what he’s doing at this point. He doesn't even know why he refuted your joke so strongly- sure, it wasn’t true, but wouldn’t it be better for him if you believed it? 

Chan likes you- like, really likes you; but he can't imagine someone as experienced and confident as you will go for a guy like him. Because while he isn't a virgin, his past experiences have been woefully cringe-inducing to even recall.

He was always so eager and clumsy, with trembling hands and face so red he was sure he looked like a tomato. He was embarrassingly sensitive, every touch feeling so overwhelmingly good that he could hardly contain all the noises threatening to leave his throat. He came so fast that he didn’t even know what to do with himself when it was all said and done, hiding his face beneath his arm while he muttered a string of low apologies. 

And subjecting you to all of that? No thanks, falling off the face of the earth would be more preferable. You're the most sex positive person he's ever met, and you won’t make fun of him, he logically knows, but there’s part of him that fears it anyways. On top of that, apparently you had an extremely positive perception of his skills, and now he's ruined it.

While he's unsure what about him led you to believe he's desirable enough to have people biting at the chance to be with him, that impression, for better or worse, will never come back. So should he just be honest? Admit that he's actually really down bad for you but nowhere near confident enough to think he's enough for you?

That sounds like a bad idea. Terrible, even. Chan swallows as he looks at you, doing his best to ignore the way anxiety builds from deep in his gut. You're looking at him so patiently, caringly, that it makes his heart squeeze in his chest. Fuck it- he doesn't have to be completely honest and bear his heart on his sleeve, but he can trust you enough to admit a little bit of what he feels, right? If he can't confide in you then who else can he confide in?

"I just, uhm, I'm not very confident, I guess," he says after a careful breath, nervously scratching at the back of his neck as he darts his eyes away, "like.. in myself, or.. my skills, you know. So I just, uh.. don't have sex." You don't respond right away, simply blinking as you process the information, and regret starts to flood over the anxiety as Chan begins to overthink everything he’s admitted to you.

Really, you’re just shocked; Chan is sexy- like, really sexy. So the revelation that he isn’t confident in himself enough to enjoy sex to its fullest extent is baffling. He has such effortless charisma in other aspects of his life despite his shy nature, and you always assumed it carried over into his sex life; where his bashful looks and timid grins would melt away into someone confident and assured once the moment kicked off. 

“I could help you,” you finally offer once the initial surprise wears off, and instantly his brain is short circuiting, not even realizing that his astounded “huh?” left him audibly. You didn't really plan on confessing your attraction to Chan this way, if ever, but well.. here you are.

"It's just- you're like, the hottest person I know. Seriously. And I don't care if you lack experience, I'd have sex with you regardless," you explain, a rare blush of your own beginning to heat your face, "So, yeah, you know- if you want me like I want you, then.." You start to trail off, but you think he gets what you were intending to say.

It's a bit embarrassing to be blushing yourself considering all the casual sex you have, but it's not your fault- Chan is the only person you've caught feelings for in years, so you can't help but blush a little. Chan, meanwhile, is still stunned; you're attracted to him? You want to have sex with him? Really?

On one hand, it's exciting- you want him, he wants you, and you don't care that he's inexperienced. But still, on the other hand.. With all the experience you have, don’t you want to sleep with someone who matches your energy? He can't imagine that you'd enjoy watching him fumble his way through your time together, or that he’d bring you any pleasure with his lackluster skills.

And what would your relationship be afterwards? Just friends and roommates who happened to fuck once, or something more? Will the mutual attraction die off the moment you realize his insecurities are way more than you signed on for?

“You don’t have to answer right now,” you assure him, offering all the time he may need to think about your proposition. Maybe it won’t be the most casual of your experiences considering your massive crush on him, but how could you pass up the chance to help him? Especially when helping means having sex with the guy of your dreams- because really, that’s what Chan is.

He wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, swallows the lump in his throat, and takes a breath- because despite all his fears, he really likes you, and of course he wants to fuck you. Chan always figured he’d never have a chance with you unless you experienced a huge lapse in judgment; and maybe this is one and done, maybe it doesn't mean as much for you as it does for him, but he’ll still take that chance, insecurities be damned; he’d be a fool not to.

“I want to,” he tells you, soft and timid, but certain. You smile, equally as soft, as you inch closer to him on the sofa. “Can I kiss you?” you ask him, giggling when he quickly nods. It’s cute- equally as cute as the small, involuntary noise he makes from the back of his throat when your lips touch his. You start slow, pressing long, lingering kisses to his plush lips- as soft as you always imagined.

His breath hitches when you crawl onto his lap, pulling away to look at you with widened eyes. “Too much?” you ask, ready to pull yourself off of him but he quickly shakes his head. “You’re just-” he pauses, licks his lips as his face flushes a deeper pink, but continues “..so pretty. Really pretty. Can't believe this is really happening."

It feels a bit silly being so shy to tell you how pretty you are to him when you’ve been kissing him and are quite literally sitting on top of his dick, but he can’t help the way you make him feel. It’s a simple compliment too, one that normally wouldn’t affect you very much, but makes your heart pick up ever so slightly in speed regardless; you suppose because Chan is the one saying it.

You can tell he doesn’t know what to do with his hands when you kiss him again, keeping them clenched and firmly stuck to his side. You take them in your hands, guiding them to your body and resting them on your hips. “Touch me, Channie,” you breathe against his lips, “anywhere you want.” 

“Anywhere..?” he questions with a shaky exhale, hands trembling where they rest on your body. “Mhm, want to feel you,” you tell him sweetly, and God, he already feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest before he’s even really begun. But he listens, hands carefully traveling up and down your body as you lean back in to continue kissing him.

You let your own hands wander as well- over his arms, across his chest, down the toned abs you can distinctly feel even beneath his sweater. You lick his bottom lip, feeling his body shiver beneath the tips of your fingers as he opens his mouth for you, letting your tongue inside.

He brings his hands to your chest, palming your breasts before he carefully squeezes them. You bring one of your hands to hover over his, encouraging him to continue by squeezing your hand atop his. He’s only touching you over your clothes, but he already feels impossibly dizzy from the excitement- he can’t even focus on how pathetic that would normally make him feel either, because your tongue in his mouth fogs his brain. 

The next time you pull away, it’s to grab the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head so swiftly that Chan barely even has time to process what he’s about to see. He sucks in a breath as he looks at your tits; it doesn’t even matter that they’re still contained by a bra- it’s still more than enough to send him reeling. Pretty, pretty, pretty, is all he can think, his mind unable to conjure a thought any more complex than simple words.

You move your hands behind your back, ready to unhook your bra and expose yourself to him entirely, but he briefly stops you. “Can I- Can I try..?” he asks, clearly nervous but eager to try and prove himself in whatever way you’ll let him. “Course, Channie,” you smile at him as you let your arms fall back to your side, “go ahead.” You lean closer to him, bringing your hands to his shoulders as he brings his own to your back. 

You press kisses to his jaw as you wait for him to act, eventually trailing down to his neck. It makes him gasp and bite his lip, the skin of his neck evidently more sensitive than he ever even realized. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, trying his best not to get too distracted by the feeling of your lips on the sensitive spots of his neck before he continues.

His fingers fumble with the hooks of your bra, his trembling hands causing his grip to slip more than once. It’s embarrassing how badly he’s failing at this simple task, but you pay no mind to it, continuing to kiss him as he takes his time to figure it out. You caress his arms, pulling away to reassure him when his shaking fingers mess up for the third time.

“Relax, baby, you’ve got it,” you tell him, the affectionate term unintentionally slipping out- but Chan seems to welcome it, offering you a soft smile and nod as he timidly tries again. He lets out the breath he was unconsciously holding when he finally succeeds, watching attentively as you bring your hands to the now loose straps, sliding them down your arms.

You toss your bra aside when your arms are freed from the straps, and Chan can’t help but stare at your now bare chest. He can count on a single hand the amount of tits he’s seen, so his thoughts may be a bit biased in your favor, but he firmly believes yours are the prettiest he’s ever looked at. Chewing on his bottom lip, he looks to you for permission to touch them again, which you easily grant him. 

The soft noise you let out when his thumbs brush over your nipples both surprises him and makes his cock throb; he can still hardly even believe you’re really letting him touch you. “Is that good?” he asks as he does it again, intoxicated by the way you whimper and squirm. “Mhm, feels good. Feels better when they’re wet, though,” you tell him, watching as the gears turn in his brain. 

He licks his lips and leans down, bringing his face to your chest. He sticks out his tongue, slowly swiping it against one of your hardened nipples, eyes glued to your face as he does. “This what you want?” he asks, repeating the action when you gasp and nod. You thread your fingers through his hair, another whimper leaving you as he wraps his lips around your nipple and swirls his tongue around it.

You reach for his other hand and bring his fingers to your mouth, licking and coating them in your saliva. He whines at the feeling of your tongue sliding against his fingers, his imagination running wild with images of what it’d feel like on different parts of his body. Once satisfied with the wetness of his fingers, you take them from your mouth and bring them back down to the nipple currently not in his mouth. “Use them to touch me, please-” 

Chan wastes no time in doing what you ask, a soft whine escaping him when you gently tug on his hair. His cock is painfully hard and straining against his jeans that are now uncomfortably tight around him. You can feel it pressing against your ass, his eyes fluttering shut when his treatment of your nipples cause you to squirm and rub against his erection. The friction is overwhelming, your noises are intoxicating, the combination makes him dizzy with need for more. 

More of your touch on his skin, more of your pretty whimpers in his ear, more of anything and everything you’re willing to give him, he wants it all. Soon you’re reaching for the hem of Chan’s sweater, and he separates from you, allowing you to pull it up and over his head, discarding it to the floor with the rest of your clothing. You admire him, trace his pecs and his abs with your fingers, smiling at him sweetly when he shivers beneath your touch. 

“You’re so handsome, Channie,” you tell him as you continue to run your fingers along his torso, “so hot, you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted you.” He whines and turns his face away, a vain attempt to hide the heat that rises to it. “That’s- I-I.. didn’t know..” he mumbles shyly, hesitant to meet your gaze again- mostly because he thinks his heart will burst if he looks at you while you’re saying things like that to him.

He doesn’t know how he’s ever going to be able to look at you without going red in the face after this, or how he’s going to be able to hear your voice again without his cock getting hard. Better yet, how is he going to look at you without thinking about how bad he wants you to be his, or for him to be yours? Either way, that’s a problem for the future- because your hands and lips are all over him, and that’s what he wants to focus on now. 

Chan sucks in a breath when your hand brushes his erection over his jeans, bites his lip when you start to undo the button, lets out a shaky exhale as you begin to pull down the zipper. He’s not sure what you’ll think of his length, but he hopes you like it, prays that it’s enough to satisfy you. “You should have more confidence in yourself, Channie,” is the first thing you say as you take it in your hand, “you’ve got the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen.” 

“W-What? No way, that’s- you’re just saying that,” he pouts, the blush covering his face and ears becoming unbearably hot. You can’t mean that- he almost refuses to believe it; because he simply can’t comprehend that you would prefer him to anyone else. “I’m not, baby. I mean it,” you tell him, and the way he throbs in your hand gives away that he likes the compliment, even if he doesn’t entirely believe it’s true. 

You really are being honest; it’s not the longest you’ve ever had, but it’s among the thickest, with pretty veins that accentuate it. You want to trace them- with your fingers, your lips, your tongue, everything. And then there’s the way his pre-cum leaks from the tip, steadily dripping and pooling where it falls- all you can say is that it’s mouth-watering. The look in your eyes makes Chan feel impossibly shy, and it takes everything within him not to cover his face when your eyes meet again. 

He never imagined that look would be for him; that he would ever be deserving of your touch and affectionate words. And the sweet smile you offer him when you start to earnestly stroke his cock- he’s done for, absolutely done for. He’ll never be able to hide how bad he wants you after this- maybe he should listen to you and gain some confidence, ask you to be his before someone else steals you away. 

Chan quickly loses his ability to form coherent thought once you start picking up your pace however, your hand having quickly become slick from his pre-cum. His head falls back against the sofa, breaths growing more and more labored with each stroke of your soft, warm, wet hand. You can feel his thighs twitch beneath you, and the way his hips jolt up to try to seek further friction from your hand, though your weight atop his legs prevents him doing so. 

“Want you in my mouth,” you tell him, pleased with the way the words make him gasp and squirm, “You want that, Channie? Will you let me suck you off?” Fuck, do you even have to ask? As if there is any reality in which he would ever say no; you can have him, all of him, he doesn’t care as long as it’s you- he’ll never deny you any part of him. “Yeah, yeah, want that, please,” he breathes, an almost shameless plea for you to do whatever you want with him. 

You offer him a pretty smile, placing a quick but affectionate kiss to his lips before you remove yourself from his lap. Sinking to your knees, you pull Chan’s jeans and boxers down his legs and to his ankles, and wait for him to step out of them and spread his legs wide enough for you to fit between them. There’s an apprehensive look in his eye when you scoot closer to him, and you pause, looking up at him with concern. “Are you nervous?” you ask, ready to stop at a moment’s notice if he needs you to.

“Ah, yeah, sorry, I just-” he pauses, an awkward, nervous laugh leaving him as he averts his gaze away from yours, “I just.. ‘m worried I’m gonna cum too fast when you.. Uh, yeah, you know.” He feels a bit pathetic admitting it, and he keeps his eyes locked on a random corner of the room, still holding onto the irrational fear that you’ll judge or laugh at him. Of course, you do neither- you simply lean forward on your knees, reaching a hand up to touch his face and bring his eyes back to yours. 

“Don’t worry about that, I won’t mind if you cum fast, okay? It won’t bother me, and I won’t be mad. Just enjoy yourself,” you tell him earnestly, smiling sweetly at him when he slowly nods. You want to show him that you’re more than happy to take care of him until he gets the confidence in himself he needs, that there’s no shame in feeling so good that he can’t help but let go, that you’ll want him regardless. 

You settle back on your knees, rubbing your hands up and down his thighs until you feel like his nerves have settled. He nods to you when he’s ready, and you give him one last smile before you bring your face directly to his waiting cock. The kisses you place to the tip are already enough to have him gasping and squirming in his seat- soft, delicate, and wet. Your fingers hold him at the base, keeping it held in place even as it twitches in response to every kiss you leave behind. 

You stick out your tongue, let spit dribble down and further wet his leaking tip, and it’s positively the most erotic thing Chan has ever witnessed; he has to cover his face to stop himself from losing his mind. Head fallen back against the sofa with his arm thrown over his face, he gasps once more when he feels your tongue press against his skin. You lick slowly- whether to savor the taste or prolong the moment, Chan is unsure, but he welcomes it either way. 

He can’t suppress the throaty groan that leaves him when you drag your tongue across the entirety of his length, tracing the veins with it just as you wished to. “O-Oh my god, baby-” he gasps when you finally start to take his cock into your mouth, too far gone to realize that he too let the pet name slip out. You don’t seem to mind, at least; after all, despite this “casual” encounter, you’ve already done the same, and been more affectionate than he ever anticipated.

Chan wants to believe you’re affectionate just with him; that none of your other casual partners have ever been looked at the way you’ve looked at him, that you never called them sweet names or given them such caring glances. Maybe he’s feeding himself a delusion, but he wants to believe you want him as bad as he wants you- beyond just the physical. He wants to believe this isn’t just a one time thing, and most of all he wants to believe that you’ll fall in love with him. 

Is it normal to think about love when your cock is deep down your crush's throat? He doesn’t know- but all he can think about, apart from how amazing your mouth feels, is how much he loves and adores you. Letting his arm fall back to his side, he lifts his head from the sofa to look at you once more, and fuck, what a site you are. Eyes glassy and pretty as you gaze up at him through your lashes, cheeks flushed red, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth.

The sounds you make as you bob your head are so salacious it makes his head spin, his thighs tremble with each motion of your tongue on the underside of his length, and every time his tip touches the back of your throat he can’t help but let out a moan. His fingers struggle to find purchase on the sofa’s cushion, so instead he clenches his fist, knuckles quickly turning white. You notice, of course, so you bring one of your hands to his, intertwining your fingers and letting him squeeze your hand instead. 

God, that fucks with his heart- but he hardly has any time to dwell on it. He’s barely been holding back his orgasm, and he’s not sure how much longer he can last. “Babe, baby, feels so good, I can’t- o-oh, please, ‘m gonna cum-” he babbles his warning, whimpering when you hum in response and continue to take him as deep into your mouth as he can go. His eyes roll back, cock throbbing and entire body trembling- and one more swipe of your tongue and swallow around his length is all it takes to have him cumming.

“O-Oh my- fuck, fuck, sorry, ‘m cumming, baby-” he rambles, thankfully too far gone to be embarrassed by all the things he’s saying to you. You swallow all he has to give you, not pulling off him until he starts to come down from his high and cock begins to soften. He’s dazed and breathless as he looks at you, chest heaving as his brain tries to recalibrate itself after how good you just made him feel.

You rise from your knees and set yourself back on the sofa, leaning towards Chan to kiss him after he’s caught his breath. He can taste himself on your lips, but he doesn’t hate it; there’s a strange part of him that even enjoys it. “‘m sorry,” he mumbles with a nervous pout when you pull away, “I tried to hold it back, but..” 

“Channie, I told you not to worry about that. It felt good, right? That’s all that matters,” you tell him, directing him to look at you when he tries to avert his gaze again. He swallows the anxiety down, trying to look at you without feeling like disappearing into a void. But he can tell after just a moment how sincere you’re being, and it spreads relief through his veins. It’s not that he really doubted you, but his internal dialogue is far from rational.

You’ve been so good to him since the start, and though he’s incredibly shy and equally as nervous, there’s nothing more he wants now than to return the favor. He still doubts he’s good enough to give you what you deserve, to skillfully make you cum and cry out for him, but he’ll try- God, he’ll fucking try. 

It takes all the confidence he can muster to speak what he wants to say, but he thankfully manages alright. “I want, uh- ..w-want to make you cum too,” he admits, doing his best to hold your gaze despite the way shyness claws at him and his blush burns his face. “Yeah?” you smile, honestly pretty eager to let Chan touch you more. 

While you were more than ready to keep taking the lead, to guide him along and take care of him, you’re happy to see a surge of confidence in him- even if it’s a small one. “Touch me then, Channie. Make me cum,” you tell him as you beckon him closer, letting out a soft, content hum when he kisses you. You let him guide you back until your back is flat against the sofa, spreading your legs so that he can nestle between them. 

You can feel his hands trembling again as they travel your body, but Chan doesn’t let the nerves prevent him from hooking his fingers into your pants. He continues to kiss you as he slides them down your legs, along with your panties- not just because he loves kissing you, but also because he’s not quite ready to look at your bare pussy; he genuinely thinks his heart will give out if he doesn’t mentally prepare himself first.

Pretty soon though, he does have to separate from you so he can let you slip your feet out of your clothes, and subsequently toss them to the floor with all the rest of your discarded clothing. He tries to keep his eyes locked on your face, but he can’t help but let his eyes trail down and roam over the rest of your exposed body. He’s mesmerized in an instant; you’re so impossibly pretty, every inch of you breathtaking and beautiful and- God, just perfect.

He knows his words will fail him, so he hopes his lips on yours will do enough of the talking for him, hopes that he can show how bad he adores and desires you with actions alone. You intended initially to let him take his time, but you’ve been impossibly wet and worked up this entire time; and besides, doesn’t he need a little push? 

So you take one of his hands, guiding it to your dripping center. Chan lets out an involuntary whine from the back of his throat, body shivering in response. “Y-You’re so- oh my god, how are you so wet?” he asks, as in awe of you as he is surprised. “You, baby,” you answer, voice growing shakier now that he’s rubbing his fingers between your folds, “I told you, you- you’re so handsome, you know? Get me so hot, ‘ve wanted you so bad.” 

God, he still can’t believe it- how is it possible that you’ve wanted him as bad as he’s wanted you? And there’s no way his insecurities can make him believe you’re just saying it to make him feel good about himself anymore- because he can feel the proof of your words with his fingers. “Tell me- tell me what you like, what you want, please,” he softly pleads, “need to make you feel good.”

“Inside, want your pretty fingers inside me,” you tell him, shivering when you feel the tips of his fingers pressing against your hole. He starts slow and careful, gently pushing one of his fingers inside, alternating between watching his hand and looking up to your face. You’re so slick and warm, and the way you squeeze around even just one of his fingers makes his head spin- because he can’t help but imagine how you’d feel on his cock.

“Another, add another, please,” you all but beg once you’re adjusted to how one feels, and he wastes no time in obliging you, delighting in the way it makes your eyes flutter closed. You bite your lip when he starts to instinctively move his fingers faster, little whimpers escaping as your breaths become heavier. “You sound so pretty,” he says, gasping when he realizes it caused you to clench harder around his fingers. 

Do you like when he talks to you? He doesn’t know if it’s his voice you like, or what he said in particular, but if you like it then he won’t stop. “F-Feels so amazing, I can’t- can’t stop thinking about what you’d feel like around me, want it so bad, want to be inside you,” he starts to ramble, doing his best to voice everything that comes to his mind, anything he thinks you’ll like and will have you clenching again, even if it embarrasses him to say it.

He experiments with his fingers as he talks to you- changing angles and curling his fingers, trying to find what you like the best. You gasp when he finds your spot with the tips of his fingers, body trembling and back arching. “R-Right there, fuck, feels so good, Channie, your fingers feel so good,” you tell him breathlessly, and he can’t help the way he stiffens and throbs once more in response. 

And really, how is he supposed to look at the way you shake beneath him, hear your pretty voice praise the way he’s touching you, and not get hard again? He wants nothing more than to make you cum- to make you cry and writhe in pleasure for him, because of him; almost desperate for it, he hits your spot over and over again, hoping to bring you closer and closer to the release you both crave. 

He’s mesmerized by the way your eyes roll back, by the rise and fall of your chest and tremble of your thighs; addicted to the way your moans and whimpers grow higher in pitch, and the messy, wet sounds his fingers create between your legs. Chan glances down to your pussy, taking notice of your puffy, neglected clit. 

He wants to taste it, to wrap his lips around and let his tongue lavish it, but he doesn’t trust himself to be able to get down smoothly or without messing up his rhythm; so instead, he brings his thumb to it- something he’s seen done in porn that woman always seemed to like (and he desperately hopes you like it too.) Thankfully, he gets the effect he was hoping for- you let out a whimper and squirm, nails digging into his skin. 

Chan doesn’t let up even when his wrist begins to grow sore, running purely on desire and instinct. “F-Fuck, Channie, baby, ‘m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum,” you gasp out, voice whiny and strained, but still oh so pretty in his ears. He can’t believe he’s actually going to make you cum, can’t believe how lucky he is; and he's utterly transfixed on the way your body moves, drunk on the sounds that freely spill from you. 

He gasps when you reach out and unexpectedly pull him closer, letting out a soft, surprised whine when you eagerly crash your lips into his. It’s the messiest kiss he’s ever had, tongues dancing and drool falling from the corners of your mouth, hot and heavy breaths passed between each other. Your thighs squeeze his hand as your orgasm takes you, entire body shaking as your back arches off the sofa, arousal gushing and further coating his fingers.

Chan slowly slides his fingers out of you as you catch your breath, meeting your gaze shyly when you open your eyes to look at him once more. He’s so fucking hard, again, and you instantly notice, much to his embarrassment. He wants to fuck you, there’s no denying it- but he can’t help but continue to feel self-conscious, even now. 

You sit up and kiss him once more, as if to dispel all doubts and worries from his racing mind. “Want you, Channie,” you tell him, voice soft, sweet, and reassuring, “do you still want me? Wanna fuck me?” He whines from deep in his throat, knowing he’d never be able to deny it, even if he wanted to. 

“Yes, God, yes, wanna fuck you,” he answers honestly, nervously chewing on his bottom lip, “b-but I- I just.. don’t want to disappoint you.” He’ll never forgive himself if he fucks this up and leaves you wanting and unsatisfied; he wants to be nothing less than perfect for you and he already knows that he isn’t. 

“Channie, baby, look at me,” you say as you reach a hand to his cheek, urging him to meet your eyes again, “you won’t disappoint me, you could never.” You place soft, comforting pecks to his lips, holding his hands and rubbing soothing circles with your thumbs until you feel him start to lose his tension. “Remember what I said? Don’t worry about anything but feeling good. I want you to cum again,” you tell him, smiling as he nods, his face flushing a deeper red. 

Leaning towards the coffee table, you reach for where you dropped your purse before sitting down with Chan, digging around inside until you find one of the spare condoms you make sure to keep for your dates. He swallows as he watches you pull it out, beyond nervous but equally as excited to finally feel you wrapped around him. 

Even just watching you tear open the packaging is enough to have him trembling, and when you glance at him to make sure he’s ready, he ignores his insecurities the best he can to offer you a timid smile. You return the smile, taking his cock in your hand and giving it a few slow pumps to make sure he’s ready. He squirms and softly whines, still sensitive from his previous orgasm, but there’s no way he’s going to let that stop him from having this moment with you. 

He shivers when you easily roll the condom down his length, biting his lip as you crawl back onto his lap after you’ve finished. His heart is beating fast and erratic, and he wonders if you can hear how loudly it’s thumping against his chest. He lies half propped up by one of the sofa’s cushions, looking up at you with eyes akin to a puppy, watching your every move with bated breath. 

You reach between your bodies to hold his cock at the base, angling it with your still soaked entrance. You let go once you start to sink down on it, moving your hand to his chest to support yourself as his cock pushes inside. “Oh, fuck-” Chan lets out a choked gasp, already overwhelmed by the sensation even before you’re fully sat on his length. 

Even with a condom on, he can still feel how warm and wet you are, your walls squeezing him so tight it takes his breath away. “Fuck, baby, oh my god, it already feels so good, what the fuck-” he gasps again once your hips are flush together. He doesn’t remember it feeling this amazing the last time he had sex; is it because he’s more sensitive from before? Or is it because it’s you? 

No matter the answer, he’s certain of one thing- and that’s that he’s definitely going to cum fast; he just hopes you meant it when you said it’s okay. He lets out an obscenely loud moan when you start to lift and drop your hips- one that would normally make him extremely embarrassed, but he feels way too good to even focus on it; all he can think about is how fucking good you feel. 

His hands squeeze your hips, and he looks at you with stars in his eyes. How can you be so pretty, so beautiful? How can you feel this good? The way he’s looking at you makes your heart stutter and pussy clench, an act that makes Chan’s head fall back against the cushion as he moans. He’s so handsome, with the way his curly hair clings to his forehead with sweat, his bitten lips and flushed cheeks- it's insane that he can't see how crazy for him you are. 

You lean forward to kiss him, bringing one of your hands up to thread your fingers through his hair as your tongue slips past his parted lips. He feels dizzy with pleasure, each of his loud moans and whines muffled only by your lips on his. You’re both panting by the time you separate, with you falling forward and burying your face into his neck. 

Your legs and knees quickly begin to scream at you, but you ignore it as best you can in favor of chasing pleasure, bouncing on his cock with all the energy you can muster. You know he won’t last much longer- he was already sensitive to start, and you can feel him twitching and throbbing more and more with each additional motion of your hips. 

“Baby, ‘m so close-” Chan whimpers, eyes rolling back when you clench around him harder. “Yeah? Gonna cum again for me, Channie? Gonna cum with me?” you ask as you snake your hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit in quick circles so that you can cum together. He quickly nods and bites his lip, hands squeezing you tighter and hips rising to chase you every time you lift off him. 

It only takes a couple more rolls of your hips to have him cumming again, white, hot pleasure coursing through his veins and overwhelming every inch of his body, filling the condom with all he has to give. You follow quickly behind, hips stuttering and losing all sense of rhythm as you ride out your release. 

You collapse against his chest with a heavy sigh once you’re done, utterly exhausted from all the effort, but completely satisfied. You’re both breathless, eyes closed as you collect yourselves and racing hearts start to return to normal speed. Well, in Chan’s case it doesn’t completely return to normal; because you’re still naked on top of him, and even after having just had sex, he still can’t believe you’re here with him right now like this.

You lift your hips and let his softening cock slide out of you, laying on Chan’s side with his arm as support so you don’t fall off the sofa. You carefully remove the condom, tying it off and preparing it to be thrown away once you’re ready to get up- for now, you’re too tired to move, and you just want to stay next to Chan for as long as you can. 

You lay your leg across his body, cuddling close to him while he continues to support your weight with his arm. “How was it? Fun?” you ask him, smiling when he blushes and looks away, still unable to help being shy even after all you just did together. “Of course, you’re.. incredible,” he answers honestly, chewing on his lip before he continues, “But, were you- ..was I good enough for you..?”

“Channie, are you kidding? You were perfect, I promise,” you assure him, giggling softly when he breathes a sigh of relief. “You get stuck in your head too much, baby,” you continue, absentmindedly tracing circles in his skin as you speak, “I promise you, you could have anyone you want. I mean it when I say you’re perfect.” He still doesn’t quite believe what you’re saying is true, but he can at least accept that you believe it. 

But he wonders if you know- it’s not just anyone he wants, but you. He was only able to do this because it was you that offered- anyone else, and he would’ve instantly turned them down, or wouldn't have been able to enjoy himself if he did accept. Looking at you now reaffirms what he’s long since thought- you’re the only one for him. 

“Baby, I want you to be mine- want you to be my girlfriend,” is what he wants to say- but Chan is much too shy, and can’t bring himself to do it. “C-Can we- can we do this again sometime..?” is what he ends up saying insead. And you smile as you nod, sweetly running your fingers through his messy curls before you give him another kiss, “Course, baby. Anytime you want me, I’m yours.”

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[planet-dusk]

☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c

chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...

─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

─── ☆ length: 2.3k

─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy

─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

Chan’s in over his head.

He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner. 

And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him? 

So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung. 

“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”

“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?” 

“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves. 

“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”

“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”

The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…

“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly. 

“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.” 

You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home. 

You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs. 

“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”

You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes. 

Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud. 

Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest. 

Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.

He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow. 

Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says. 

The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left. 

With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.

You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass. 

The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy. 

Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat. 

“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…” 

He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…

“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned. 

“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”

His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”

Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.” 

You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand. 

Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints. 

And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up. 

Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside. 

Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again. 

“You sure you can take it, puppy?”

Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you. 

“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”

He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head. 

He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you. 

“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”

Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”

He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses. 

“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”

“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth. 

“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.

My Channie.

“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”

You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.

“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”

He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him. 

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”

You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.” 

“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”

“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”

Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”

You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm. 

His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together. 

Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.” 

“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?” 

He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions. 

Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.” 

You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to. 

You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie. 

He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”

“Wha —? You sly dog!”

Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”

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[straykeedz]

Can I request a chan smut where you’re dating and he’s a virgin and has never done anything sexual before so you guys take it slow. You start off with giving him a handjob from the back and kissing his neck as well sometimes even light choking to see if he likes it and he becomes a sub and he cums hard. -🦋

thank you so much for your request, hope you like this! 🦋, i added you to the anon list!

part 2, kinda 🤓

cw: chan’s kind of insecure ; talking about virginity ; virgin!bang chan ; kinda sub!bang chan ; soft-dom!reader ; corruption kink (reader) if you reeaaaally squint ; a soft handjob ; cum eating ; ♡

“Are you sure you don’t mind me wearing your pajamas?” Chan stands there, in the middle of your bedroom, with your pink, fluffy pajama bottoms and an oversized white t-shirt in his hands. 

It’s two a.m. - the two of you fell asleep on your couch while watching a movie together, with your legs entangled under the blanket and Chan’s head on your shoulder. When you eventually woke up, you absolutely refused to let him drive back home this late - he was still pretty sleepy, and it wouldn’t be safe for him to drive in such conditions, so it only made sense he stayed the night at your place. 

The problem is - it’s the first time he sleeps over, and of course he doesn’t have any spare clothes he could possibly wear to sleep. The only option available therefore are - your pink, fluffy pajamas. 

“Of course I don’t mind,” you giggle, kissing the tip of his nose. “You can change here, I’ll just grab my pajamas and go change in the bathroom,” you tell him, and then disappear out of the room. 

You still haven’t slept together - in that way. 

Mainly because with college and work you really don’t have that much free time to spend together, sadly; but also because, well, Chan’s a virgin. You were beyond shocked when he confessed it to you because he’s hot - like, really hot. You couldn’t believe it honestly, how is it possible? You’ve wanted to jump his bones since he asked you out! Not that there’s something wrong with being a virgin, of course, you just found it surprising since he’s attractive and really fucking hot.  

So, to sum it up, you’ve been taking it real slow. The furthest you’ve gone so far is dry humping, and you’ve touched each other over the clothes, but that’s it. You still haven’t seen him naked and neither has he. Chan knows he shouldn’t, but he feels extremely self-conscious about his virginity because he really wants to have sex with you and touch you and experience all of his firsts with you, but what if he’s just… bad at it? What if his lack of experience won’t make it pleasurable or even enjoyable for you? What if his dick is not enough for you - what if it’s too short? Or not thick enough? What if he won’t find your g-spot or your clit? What if, what if, what if… 

Chan shakes his head, beginning to pull his jeans down his legs. Why is he even thinking about this? It’s not like you’re gonna have sex tonight, there’s no point for him to worry about all of this stuff right now. You’re just going to sleep together - like, innocently sleeping, lying next-to-each-other-with-your-eyes-closed sleeping. He chuckles to himself as he puts the pajamas on, feeling kind of silly. 

A knock on your door. Then, your sweet voice. 

“Are you dressed? Can I come in?”

He puts the t-shirt on in a literal second. “Yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m decent. You can come in,” he mumbles, cheeks turning pink as he looks at himself in the mirror, dressed in your clothes. 

When you come back inside the room, his breath hitches because how can someone be so beautiful? You’re not wearing any make-up, your hair is not styled and you’re wearing nothing but your oversized pajamas and fluffy socks, but Chan has never felt more in love with you than right now. The thought of you being so comfortable around him to show yourself like this makes his heart swell up in his chest. 

“Wow, they look good on you,” you giggle, looking at him, pointing at the pajama bottoms. “Actually, they look better on you. You should keep ‘em.”

“I, uh… they’re… they’re pretty comfy. And fluffy too.” 

“You’re so cute,” you peck his cheek, “come on, let’s go to bed.”

It’s an innocent thing to say, you intended for it to be innocent, so why is Chan’s heart beating so fast inside his chest as he slips under the covers next to you. It’s the furthest he’s ever been with a woman - with anyone, actually. It’s soft, it’s intimate, it’s… domestic. He kinda wants to do it again and again and again. It feels nice, you laying next to him with your head on his chest, fingers intertwined with his. 

“I’m happy you’re staying the night,” you murmur quietly, circling his waist with your arm. 

He chuckles. “’T’s not like you gave me any choice.”

You giggle as well. “Oops, my bad,” you lift your head to peck his lips. Chan kisses you back, pecking your lips two, three, four, five times until he eventually runs his tongue over your lower lip, deepening the kiss. He cups your cheek with his hand, brushing it using his thumb as you practically suck each other’s faces off until you pull away, leaving him kinda confused. “Let’s… let’s sleep now. Want to cuddle?”

Chan blinks, lips still puffy and swollen from the intense make-out session. “Oh, uhm… yeah, sure. Sure,” he stutters a bit, still kind of overwhelmed by the way your lips felt on his. 

Chan panics as soon as he realizes he’s the big spoon because, well, he has a problem, let’s call it that. 

As soon as you snuggle closer to his body and your ass brushes his cock, you feel it. Chan’s cock. Rock hard. His whole body freezes and his breath hitches - you can clearly hear his heartbeat, so loud in his chest. He’s so fucking embarrassed, he feels mortified. It’s the first time he sleeps at your place and his fucking dick isn’t cooperating. Why isn’t it cooperating? 

Think of something ugly, Chan thinks to himself, hoping to get his cock to soften. It doesn’t. 

It just sits there - perfectly hard, balls kind of tightening from time to time as he swallows the lump in his throat. Maybe you’re already asleep. It’s highly unlikely, he knows it, but hey, you never know. But you’re not, because he feels you fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt. Peachy. You’re gonna think he’s a complete loser and won’t want to sleep with him, like, ever. At the speed of light, he tosses and turns on his other side, thinking it’d be less embarrassing this way, but clearly - he’s not the best at thinking under pressure, let’s face it. 

But then you turn on your side as well, and you’re now the big spoon. “Why’d you move? I was so comfy,” you whisper in the still of the night, and Chan shivers when you place a kiss on his nape, your nose brushes his hair softly. And then you hug him, circling his waist with your arm, and he tenses under your touch, breath hitching. 

“Was… was it because of… this?” With the tip of your fingers, you brush the outline of his clothed cock over the fabric of his pajamas. He’s… very hard. 

Chan nearly chokes. “Oh, God,” he mumbles, burying his face in the pillow out of embarrassment. “‘M sorry.”

“Oh, it’s okay, Channie,” you place a kiss on his shoulder, over his t-shirt. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. God, you’re so cute,” you bite your lip, feeling him twitch under your touch. 

“I, uh… it’s because we, uh, kissed. And also because you were… pressed against me,” he mumbles, “I’m sorry,” he repeats. 

“Don’t be,” you nuzzle his shirt, breathing in his the scent of his skin. “I mean, I could… help, if you want.” 

When you palm and squeeze his erection over his clothes, Chan feels like he could cum from that only. Your touch is delicate and foreign, and it makes him twitch in anticipation. “Yeah, I… I mean, uh, only… only if you want to.”

And of course you want to. 

Leaving soft pecks on Chan’s shoulders and arms, you slowly allow your hand to slip past the waistband of Chan’s pajamas, deciding to tease him over his boxers for a bit before touching him properly. His cock is hard under your touch, and even though you can’t see it, you’re sure it’s a nice cock - at least, it feels nice. It’s not super long - above average, you’d say, but it’s thick and heavy. You really can’t believe you’re having the privilege of being the first person who’s about to wrap their hand around it - besides Chan, naturally. 

“Does it feel nice?” you ask him, cupping his balls, and Chris whimpers, shutting his eyes. 

“Mh, yeah, it… it does,” he whines, breathing faster. “Feels really good.”

You’re touching him over his boxers and he’s squirming already, thinking it can’t possibly get better than this - until it does, until your hand finally slips inside his boxers too and you touch him, wrapping your fingers around his length. His cock is hot and heavy, and it’s twitching, yearning to be stimulated more. 

“Is this better?” You tease, already knowing the answer. 

Chan muffles an embarrassing sound in your pillow when you swipe your thumb over his sensitive tip. “S-So much better. Your hand feels so good. God, ‘m not… ‘m not gonna last long,” he mumbles, embarrassed. He feels as if his whole body was on fire, and he’s pretty sure he’s red in the face, blushing like crazy until it reaches the tips of his ears. 

“Don’t worry about that,” you kiss his bicep, “tonight’s about you. Just relax, baby.”

You entangle your legs together under the covers, starting to move your hand up and down his length slowly, listening carefully to every single sound that escapes his mouth. It’s heavy breaths at first, which then turn into soft, almost inaudible whimpers when you focus on the tip, gripping the pillow tighter as he clenches his teeth. 

You want to make this first experience even more pleasurable for him, though, since it’s his first time receiving a handjob. Chan whines when you remove your hand from his boxers, already missing the warm feeling of your hand on his cock, he’s addicted already. And then, he feels your fingers tap on his mouth. “Spit, baby. Make my fingers wet,” you whisper in his ear, and he shivers. He nods, not fully understanding what’s going on, but he still does what you asked him to do, and before you know it, his saliva is coating your fingers and palm. “Good boy,” you praise him, and Chan blushes even more. 

When you touch him again, it feels entirely different. It’s much wetter, and your hand slides up and down his length effortlessly, which causes Chan to turn into a whimpering mess under your touch. “Oh, God,” he whines with his eyes squeezed shut. With a trembling hand, he hooks his finger in the waistband of his underwear, and pulls it down the curve of his ass, freeing his cock and balls.

“Mhh, much better now, yeah?” You bite on his earlobe, then lick the sensitive spot behind his ear, the one that has his toe curling. “Shh, listen,” you say, allowing him to fully focus on the slick sound your hand is making each time it pumps his hard cock. It’s dirty, it’s obscene, and Chan absolutely loves it. 

“Ba-Baby,” Chan whimpers, his fingernails digging in your mattress as he feels suddenly much closer to finding his release. 

“Been wanting to touch you for so long, Channie,” you confess, kissing his neck from behind. He gets goosebumps. “Was always scared to overstep your boundaries, though. Scared to pressure you into something.”

Chan shakes his head as a no. “You’re not. I want this, I’ve wanted this, too. Was embarrassed, tho,” he admits.

“Why?” 

It’s pretty funny, how you’re having this heartfelt conversation while you’re jerking him off. 

“‘Cause I’m inexperienced. Thought it’d… dunno, turn you off?” 

A mixture of his own spit and pre-cum is dribbling onto his whole shaft, coating his pubic hair and balls as well. It’s incredibly hot, you wish you could lick him clean. Maybe later. 

“Oh, Channie. I’m with you because I like you. I don’t care if you’re inexperienced, my sweet baby.”

“Yeah?” Chan asks, sounding pained. He’s close, so close. 

You nod against his skin. “Yeah, I… I think I might love you, actually.”

“Oh, fuck. Baby, baby… I’m so- close, fuck,” he pants, abdomen clenching, whole body shaking, ready to orgasm. “I might love you, too, baby. Wanna- wanna experience everything with you, baby. Wan’… wan’ you to take my virginity, wan’ you to be my first.” 

“Channie-“ you clench your thighs together. 

“‘M about to fucking cum, baby. ‘M-“

He quickly flips to rest on his back, so that he wouldn’t stain your sheets with his release. Always so thoughtful, your Chan. He even lifts his t-shirt, exposing his abs and torso, and this time watches carefully the movements of your hand on his cock as you pump him faster. 

“Cum for me, Channie.”

With a high-pitched sound, he spills his seed all over himself, hiding his face in his hands as you milk him dry, making sure he gives you everything. He cums so intensely that his body just won’t stop shaking, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. You let go of his limp cock, not wanting to overstimulate him. 

“You were so good to me, Channie,” you murmur, kissing his temple tenderly. “Did you like it?”

Chan takes a deep breath, and then he finally removes his hands from his face and looks at you. “Like it? My soul just left my body, I think,” he chuckles, but he’s still embarrassed. “’t was so good, really.”

“‘M happy you enjoyed it. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

With a towel or some tissues, Chan thinks, and he’s about to turn the light on to grab some from your nightstand when he feels you shift under the covers. Then, your hot tongue on his skin, starting to lick him clean. 

“Oh. Oh.”

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[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

☾♥✧♫✧☁ TITLE MASTERLIST ☁✧♫✧♥☽ Prefer by description?

Smut:

I couldn’t wait to get home to you, touch you, tease you 💋

I hope you don’t mind those panties being torn to absolute shreds 🐺

Please, I’m begging. Just let me touch you ⛓️

That was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again ✌🏻

I didn’t say you could finish yet, did I 🕹️

Guess I’ll have to find something else to do with my mouth 🥃

Suddenly, there’s nothing in this world you’d want more than to please him ☁️

Keep going, baby… I’m sure you’re hungry 🎂

You’re nothing more than our little plaything now, got it? 🪢

So you can feel me even when I’m not there 🍆

I wish I could’ve been sweet, but you made me do this 🎱

Fluffy smut:

Sweetheart, having a big nose isn’t a bad thing. In fact, most people prefer it 🌛

Lie back, love. Let daddy take care of you 🫦

I’ve never wanted anything as much as you. And right now, I want to make you feel good 📺

I can’t stop thinking about tasting your skin💧

What’s wrong with a little privacy, huh? Part 1, Part 2 🚪

Fluff:

Hold me in your arms 🌸

Goodnight, my love, my world 🌏

Chan x You - Partner Sharing Series:

Hyunjin - Actually, I’m feeling rather inspired, Hyunjin 🎨

Changbin - I’d love to make you scream for me, too 💪🏻

Jeongin - Tell me what you want, sweetheart. How many fingers, how fast💧

Weird poetic bullshit:

All at once 🪴

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[thefantasyden]

Guarded

Pairing: Chan × AFAB Akita Hybrid Reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

Watnings: Hybrid!Reader, shock collar, muzzle (reader is people aggressive), Guard Hybrid Reader, unprotected sex, biting, dirty talk, angst IF YOU SQUINT, riding.

Word Count: 5396

Synopsis: Chris develops a soft spot for one of the companies security hybrids, breaking every rule along the way.

Hybrids have always been considered a superior choice for security. The second the benefits were noticed, specific lines of canine hybrids were created for the sole purpose of idol protection. Generally, these would be shepherd hybrids or the occasional doberman. You, however, had been an experiment.

An Akita was not a popular choice for a hybrid. The huge fluffy tails often considered to be a distraction and their general distaste for humans made them undesirable for the average house hybrid. JYPE, however, had specifically asked for such a creation.

The company had considered your soft fur and disinterested expression as a skill that made you appear less intimidating to fans, whilst your distrust of strangers and hyper sensitive ears made you a perfect match for their highest earners.

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"This doesn't come off unless you're eating."

The rumbling voice of your boss, an overbearing and obnoxiously muscled human, grates against your eardrums as he breaks the silence of the meeting room you were in, the distinct click of the lock on your black wired muzzle stirring its usual annoyance in your stomach.

You were used to this. Yet a growl still crept from your throat, the collar secured around your neck buzzing in warning, having been enough to cut you off. You'd usually take the harsh shock purely for the satisfaction of sending your chosen expletives his way, but even you had a limit when it was 6am and you'd been poked and prodded by every form of physician to ensure you were up to your assignment.

"Four of the members have their finger prints registered to unlock the muzzle. As always, it's connected to the sensor in your collar. In case of an emergency, it will detect your heart rate and unlock itself."

You yawn, having heard this speech a few hundred times. It's more for the benefit of Bang Chan, who had never had to handle you without your boss before.

"You'll be with them every waking moment for the full 2 weeks. If they're broken off into groups, you're to stay with the younger members. If anyone has a solo schedule, you will stay with them. Do you understand?"

You stare blankly, offering no response until a sharp shock pulses in your neck, your muscles tensing in response, yet offering no other indication of your pain.

"Yes, Sir."

Chris stares at you almost sympathetic, yet cautious. The muzzle was for their protection, too.

You'd been labelled a safety hazard not long after your training had been completed. You didn't care to distinguish between a threat of high societal status or your average safety risk, and you had no hesitation in treating them equally. Truthfully, you'd been labelled as having no sense of morality, despite the inaccuracy of such a term. Your loyalty was to that of whomever you were assigned to, and that was it.

You notice Chris' curious eyes and open your mouth, baring your incredibly sharp canines as you run your tongue over them, taunting him for your own entertainment.

"If it gets too ballsy, just press this button."

Your boss hands Chris the small control for the collar, pointing out which button was which. You could tell by the look on the man's face that he wouldn't have the strength to use it.

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It had been a long demonstration before you'd been sent back to the dorm with the man who chose to ramble facts about himself to you in the back of the car, attempting to fill the silence until the moment you stepped through the door, immediately greeted by 7 other pairs of curious eyes.

"Oh hey, I know you!"

Felix was one of the 2 boys that had never been cautious of you, immediately making his way toward you to stroke your velvety ears in spite of your low growl. You'd spent most of your time accompanying himself and Hyunjin on their solo schedules, so he'd had plenty of time to analyse your body language and felt more than comfortable around you.

"Felix! Don't do that!"

Changbin scolds for the kitchen, and you roll your eyes more at the absurdity of the situation than at him directly. Changbin often enjoyed when you'd join them as you could easily keep up with his workouts and happened to enjoy eating as much as he did. Two wonderfully helpful hybrid traits.

You accept quiet greetings as the group spread into different corners, some heading back up to their own dorms to complete their packing before you left for the airport.

"I'm sorry... about the muzzle..."

Chris' voice is quiet, guilt lacing his words earning a devious smirk as you responded with honey dripping from your words.

"Oh. It's for your safety, really. You look like something I'd want to sink my teeth into."

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Getting through the airport is harder than you'd expect with a hybrid, and you're forced to accept a full body pat down before you're able to comfortably seat yourself behind Felix and Seungmin, Chris settled to your right as you listen to the quiet clicks of his keyboard. Every time you were with them, he had spent every spare second working, and you guessed this would be no different, trying your best to tune out the monotonous tapping as you left for your destination.

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The first 3 days are nothing special. You enjoy shoving people to the side at the airport and the events you accompanied the group to had their own healthy amounts of security, leaving you to float between small groups as the members mingled with their peers. All light work until the fourth day when you'd been assigned to the Sunshine twins and Jeongin. They had a free day and whilst the others had chosen to spend their time working out or otherwise entertaining themselves in their rooms, the three boys you were currently following had chosen to venture out into the city, aware that they had a very poor collective sense of direction.

You're constantly on guard, scanning the area as you walk behind the men. You had hardly noticed, han holding a small bag of chocolate covered pretzels in front of you, waving it enticingly.

"I thought you might like a snack!"

He had chosen quickly to accept Felixs judgement when the blonde expressed his trust in you, and you stare at him in confusion when the tips of his fingers slip into the gap in the bottom of your muzzle, holding the chocolatey treat in front of your mouth.

He laughs a little when your tongue pokes out to tilt the treat into your mouth, seeing you smile slightly for the first time.

"So food is the way to your heart, huh?"

You shake your head, unable to contain a quiet chuckle.

"I wouldn't say that, but it's definitely a good offering."

"Have you actually bitten people?"

Jeongins voice shouts curiously from your left, approaching you with a little more caution than the other two boys, biting into his own snacks as he speaks.

"That wouldn't really make sense, right? Don't you have normal teeth?"

It was almost endearing how little he knew, and as you bared your teeth in his direction, you could see a brief flash of fear run through him.

"I did bite a man once after training. I guess I've never been great at respecting authority?"

You can hear Hans laughter, a quiet 'me too!' Sounding between dramatic gasps. You guessed that was another reason he felt so comfortable with you.

"Don't look so scared." You coo, flashing him a mischievous smile. "I'll only bite you if you ask me to."

You can almost smell his confusion, laughing to yourself as you continue to follow them through the city, guiding them back to the hotel when they inevitably find themselves lost.

Chris is just happy to see them in one piece when they let themselves into his room, eager to show him the pictures they'd taken.

You quietly tend to tidying the cables of his equipment, primarily to ease your own annoyance at the careless pile they were forming, and only slightly due to the concern that if he tripped, it would be your problem.

"Oh wow. This one's really cool. Very dark."

You peek over Chris' shoulder, involuntarily sounding a deep growl when you see the picture Felix had taken of you.

"Delete it."

Chris turns to glare at you, always defensive over the younger boys in spite of any fear he may have held toward you.

"It's not a big deal. Calm down."

It sounds like an order, and your lip twitches into a snarl. The quiet click of the door opening before a sharp shock catches you off guard, pushing you to find stability against the back of the couch.

"Minho, what the fuck?!"

You struggle to regain your focus, turning to face him with a dangerous scowl.

"I heard growling! That's what it's for, isn't it?"

Han is snatching the control from his hand, angrily berating him about how cruel it was and stating that you were allowed to be upset. It made you cringe, somewhat embarrassed by his need to defend you.

"It's fine. He's right."

You straighten yourself as you speak, trying your best to be gentle when you pry the control from the smaller man's hand and hand it back to your new adversary.

"Someone needs to be willing to use it. And you shouldn't be so quick to trust me."

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You've left Chris' room in favour of making your rounds, sure that Changbin would be found in Hyunjins room and pleasantly surprised to see Seungmin in there too, sat neatly on Hyunjins bed and watching Changbin type next to him.

"I'm surprised that you three are the easiest today." You laugh to yourself, earning a warm smile from Changbin who had always had a particular soft spot for you, mostly out of respect. Maybe he found you a little relatable, harbouring his own distrust of strangers that may even rival yours.

"Seungmin had this really cool concept for a song, so we've just been here all day."

You nod in response, failing to stifle a yawn after so long without sleep. Another flaw in hybrid evolution. Your sleep schedule was patchy, always taking a few hours at a time and never a full 6-8 like most humans.

"Did you wanna nap?"

It's Hyunjin this time, and he's up fluffing a pillow on the extra bed beside them.

"Oh, no. I really shouldn't..."

"We'll wake you up if anyone needs anything." Seungmin adds, nodding along when Changbin all but orders you to rest at least a little bit.

You're reluctant, but that quickly sinks away when you find the soft pillows, wrapping your arms around a spare one and registering the faintest remnant of Hyunjins' fresh scent, almost akin to laundry detergent.

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You're awake 2 hours later, your collar vibrating, however, offering no shock.

"See, it can be used nicely."

It's a surprise to hear Minhos voice, noting that Changbin and Chan were now the only other men in the room.

"I forgot it could do that." You think more to yourself than to them, but you see the sadness in Chans' eyes. He may fear you, but he felt for you more.

"Channie has a solo schedule, so you're off with him for the night."

You hum in acknowledgement, stretching before following Chan down into the lobby and out to the car. You're in closer proximity than you're used to, but he isn't yapping your ear off this time, and you think briefly to be grateful for that.

"I'm really sorry about Minho." His words are laced with the same guilt as you'd heard before, and you frown, confused.

"He was doing exactly what he should have. I snarled at you?"

Your confusion prompts his own.

"Yeah but like... you wouldn't have done anything, right? I mean, you couldn't if you wanted to."

He taps the muzzle to make his point, and you scoff, indignant.

"It's about respect. And really, biting you isn't the only way I could hurt you."

Your frown quickly pulls up into a signature smirk, and he's already rolling his eyes, fulling expecting what comes next.

"But I prefer to use my claws for pleasure."

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You stick by his side most of the day, patiently watching through photoshoots and interviews with writers, paying careful attention to his mood as he grows frustrated by the change in temperature from outfit to outfit, his usual bright attitude faltering the more tired he grows.

It's almost 12am by the time you make it to the hotel room you're spending the night in, needed close to the venue for his early morning continuance. He's barely thinking when he orders food for you both, making his way to where you sat on the floor and crouching down.

"Promise you're not gonna get me in trouble for this?" He asks quietly, fingers searching for the lock on your muzzle.

Your eyes are wide, almost concerned as he takes your silence for an answer, pressing his thumb to the sensor pad.

You're motionless as you process the unsuspected freedom, slowly opening your mouth as you hear the subtle crackle of your jaw, the relief being welcome yet somewhat frightening. It had been years since you'd be free in the vicinity of a human, and if you were honest, you're not sure you trusted yourself.

"You'll be fine. Just eat, ok? I can put it back on after if you're uncomfortable." He shakes his head, laughing to himself. "I'm sure if you wanted to hurt me, a muzzle wouldn't make a difference."

He was right. You were as close to a trained assassin as legally allowed (maybe a little illegally, but that was between you and your creators), and you hadn't felt any sense of true animosity toward him.

As you begin to eat, he's aware of your fork scraping at your bowl of food, the chicken not really sparking your interest as your nose scrunched at the smell.

"Is something wrong?"

You want to be delicate, but the sheer volume of vegetables had your appetite waning.

"It's fine, I'm just... more of a red meat kind of dog."

You hope that tacking on a laugh would ease some of the tension, but it makes no difference to him when he hears the distate in your voice, humming to himself as he reached for your food, taking it from you and replacing it with his mostly untouched mixture of beef and rice.

"Oh, you don't have to -"

"You need to eat. Besides, I could use the uh... greens."

He looks just as uninterested in the food as you were, yet offers no complaint as he clears his plate, smiling to himself when he sees you enjoying the meal he'd sacrificed. He'd never really seen you relaxed like this, and it made him think maybe he could offer you a little care more often.

You wipe your face, hesitantly reaching for the wire basket of your muzzle, and hold it in your hands, staring with an emotion Chan couldn't quite place.

"You don't have to... I mean, it's just me. I won't tell if you don't."

You're analysing his face, searching for even the slighting hint of hesitance and coming up empty-handed, immediately softening and offering a whispered thank you, which he smiles in response to, happy to see your guard lowered.

He offers you half of his dessert, ignoring the clear instructions he was given about your food intake for the chance to commit the way your face lights up to his memory. He can feel himself growing fond of you when you curl up on the bed across from him, telling himself to remember that you like to have an extra pillow for hugging. For now, he'll ignore the other thoughts that skim through his mind about that pillow.

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He's gentler with you after that day, and it makes the next week pass quickly and comfortably. You're slow to warm, but you find yourself feeling a little less guarded around the boys, even developing a bit of a soft spot for Jeongins curious questions which you answer with only a teasing hint of annoyance.

It's virtually impossible for you not to miss them when you get home, almost immediately being forced to return to your usual maintenance schedule. What was the point of your phone when you weren't allowed to make friends? As much as you cared for the few other hybrids in the companies inventory, it was never the same. The obligatory bond you held was hardly an honest form of friendship, and you found yourself craving the kindness Chris had shown you.

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The change in your attitude when you're finally reunited with the group is notable, your boss commenting on how unusually willing you were being locked into your usual gear, thinking he had finally managed to break your stubborn spirit.

You're silent, almost obedient, as you're carted off to the main building, your leg bouncing impatiently as the details of the photoshoot you'd be chaperoning them at were relayed to you. Your fidgeting doesn't cease until you're greeted by the 8 men, Felix and Hyunjin, offering you a hug to which you reluctantly accept for the benefit of your boss who shoots you a questioning glance before spewing his usual monologue to Chris and Minho before ushering you into separate vehicles.

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You quietly observe the boys throughout the day, admiring their features as their makeup is retouched and they're manouvered into various positions by their photographer. You try to ignore your gidiness when Chan slips you bites of various snacks through your muzzle, occasionally absent mindedly petting your ears in what seemed like an act of self soothing. You don't acknowledge the intimacy of such an action, returning it by staying closer than necessary when he's having his pictures taken.

You had been relatively calm most of the time. The bustle of the venue provided a sense of security, your ears perked, and tuned into the background noise as you monitored the scene. It wasn't until you heard a dark laugh, a sense of unease settling in your stomach, that you began to tense.

Your ears flick in the direction of the unknown voice, easily hearing his whispered disapproval toward the idol of focus. Any attempt at subtlety is lost when you turn your head to face him, recognising one of the company's newer security recruits. You were unfortunately familiar with him and were far from a fan, standing to move toward the catering table he was standing by as you nonchalantly commented in his direction.

"It's actually really rude to comment on the appearance of others when you're built like the worm from Labrinth."

It may have come out ruder than intended, but you hear the quiet giggle of Changbin to your left, and any sense of concern drifts from your mind.

"Mind your business, mutt."

You and Changbin both turn to the man, matching scowls as a deep, threatening growl sounds in your chest.

"Watch yourself."

You're not as aware of your surroundings as you should be, fixated on the man who, in a moment of bravery or perhaps stupidity, reaches to shove you, your body flushing with heat as you lunge forward, immediately caught by Changbins hand on your arm which tugs you back. It takes you a moment to register Chris in your view until he begins berating the other man as your ears ring, rage flooding your body, causing you to struggle against Changbins grip, easily freeing yourself.

Chris makes brief eye contact with you, and it takes your last shreds of reason to force you into dragging yourself to the changing room, slamming the door behind you as you pace obsessively, desperately willing yourself to calm down lest you be offered an unnecessary shock that would only make things worse.

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You avoid Chris like the plague.

He wants to address it. To ask why you were mad at him, but between wardrobe issues and scheduling errors, he can't seem to catch a break, and he's barely seen you at all by the time you're all being sent off to your hotel rooms and when that time comes, you're locking yourself in the bathroom, leaving him no option but to spread out on one of the beds and sit with his thoughts until you finally exit, still silent save for the sound of your footsteps on the thin carpet.

"Did I do something wrong?" He sits up to grab your attention and is met with a scoff, your eyes rolling in his direction before you turn your full body toward him, leaning against the dresser that was pushed up against the wall, your tail thumping against the wood in annoyance.

"You embarrassed me."

"How did I embarrass you?!"

You'd been growling a lot more than usual today, and it surprises him to hear it directed toward himself, your lip twitching as if fighting the urge to bare your teeth.

"I could have handled it."

Confusion doesn't cover how he feels, his eyes narrowing.

"You could have gotten yourself in some serious shit. I was worried!"

"Well, don't be! I can take care of myself! That's my entire fucking job."

"Can you not swear at me right now?!"

You're both raising your voices at this point, emotions bubbling over from the tension you'd been harbouring.

"Don't piss me off and I won't fucking swear at you!"

"Oh god forbid someone shows you a little concern! Am I not allowed to fucking care about you?"

The words trip something in you and you almost instantly fall silent, swallowing loudly as saliva pools on your tongue.

"You don't mean that."

The tears pooling in your eyes feel shameful, but the way Chris softens immediately almost makes up for it as he steps closer, reaching out to grab your fingers.

"Yes, I do. How couldn't I?"

You try to tug your hand away from him, but his grip is firm, and he tugs you closer to wrap his strong arms around you, cooing as he hears you sniffling. You'd never cried before in your life. You'd never really felt much, in all honesty. It's not like hybrids came with families to miss or emotional bonds. The bond you'd built with him was one of the only things you'd grown to cherish in a world not meant for you.

"It's okay. I got ya."

A click echoes in the room, and he carefully slides the muzzle down your face, petting you as your tears dried on his shirt.

You flinch a little when he pulls back, softly holding your cheeks in his hand as he forces you to make eye contact, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

"You're really cute when you're emotional."

Both of you giggle when you swat at his chest until he's silent, thinking to himself before he speaks.

"Can I try something?"

You nod, curious and trusting as he covers your eyes, your guard all but shattered by the care he's shown you. It's not until you feel hesitant lips brushing yours that you understand what he was really asking, and it's entirely instinct when your lips meet his own more forcefully, eager to show him your appreciation.

His hands move from your eyes to your waist, carefully squeezing your hips in silent thanks as he sets a leisurely tempo, playing around with the pressure until he hears you breathe a dreamy sigh.

You're not pushing for more, but your hands are restless, and you keep trying to get closer to him in spite of the complete lack of space, your chest now pressed flush against his own as your hands sneak their way under his shirt. He really hadn't noticed, too caught up in his own reeling mind as he tried to savour the moment, finally having you in his arms in a way he had only dreamt of.

"Please."

He doesn't hear it at first. The whine that followed being his only indication that you'd said anything at all and causing him to pull away, much to your disappointment.

He was glad he did. Your face was flushed with heat and there was a new found almost airy quality to you, as if you had finally let go of something that was weighing you down.

"Huh?"

His own voice is little more than a strained whisper, fighting to keep his composure as his own resolve slips with every passing second of your warm skin sending flushes of pulsing need through his own body.

"Need..." There's an impatient huff that tells him you're not really sure what you need, and he's right there with you as he dares to push a little further, his lips tentatively ghosting over your neck, another flush of pleasure finding him as he feels a rumble rising in your throat.

"Chris, please!"

He's gripping your hips, turning you so that he can guide you back toward the bed. His lips never leave your skin, teeth nipping at your flesh. You're on your back before you know it, tugging at his shirt as he settles between your legs and pushes your shirt up, disconnecting for only a moment before his lips are on your chest.

You're pushing at his shoulders, and he's moving to sit beside you, confused and anxious until you climb into his lap and begin mindlessly nipping at his neck, your sharp nails tickling his skin as you drag them over his stomach and up toward his chest.

"Need you so bad. Please, Chris. Wanna ride you."

He's completely dazed, losing himself to the pleasure as you desperately fuss at his belt, struggling to undo it in your frenzied state.

The buckle clinks, and he's helping you get his pants down, whispering soothing words in an attempt to calm you both.

"You're okay. You're gonna get what you want, yeah? Just gotta be patient."

You're anything but. You really don't mean to growl at him this time, but the way his hand meets your throat with commanding confidence has you moaning pathetically, practically clawing at his skin as you grind against his painfully hard cock. You hadn't even managed to undress, too feral to spare a thought for anything but the warmth pooling between your thighs.

"Baby, take these off."

Lips meet yours once again, and he has to force you from his lap so he can get your own pants off, taking the chance to strip you completely before you begin whining at him.

"Shhhh. C'mere puppy. Come take what you want, ok?"

The frantic nod of your head makes him smirk a little and you're sinking down on his cock before he can ground himself, your shaky panting earning the most delicious groans from him. You're so wet that he can feel it coating his thighs and your pussy is clenching around him with every grind of your hips against his.

"Fuck. You're making a mess, baby. Nobody takin' care of this pretty cunt?"

You're too embarrassed to respond, sinking your teeth into his neck instead. It catches him off guard, and he's bucking his hips up into you as you set yourself the mission of marking every inch you can without stopping, your nails digging into his chest.

Everything is slippery and rushed and you have to find his cock again a few times thanks to your overenthusiastic movement, but he doesn't stop you from relentlessly chasing your high until he feels you shaking on top of him, pussy fluttering as you whimper and whine into his neck.

Your mind is hazy, and somehow you're hungry for more, yelping when he presses you back into the crisp white sheets of the bed. He's lost all restraint now, hand wrapping around your neck right beneath your metal collar. Wide, watery eyes only encourage him as he begins pounding into you, picking up speed from the very start.

"You're mine now, ok? All mine. Gonna have to convince 'em to let me keep you all to myself. My dirty little puppy."

"Please let me be yours! Please. Love you!"

He tells himself its lust fueled rambling, but he can feel his heart skip a beat when you speak, and he wants nothing more than to show you how good he could be to you, even if just for a night.

His hands find the back of your thighs and he's pushing them up, allowing him a better angle so that the tip of his cock could find your gspot, coaxing small tears that slip down your cheeks. He can't help but lean over you, planting the sweetest kisses to your cheeks and forehead in direct contrast of his harsh thrust.

"You're so good for me. Look at how well you're taking my cock, huh? Like you were made for me."

One of your thighs is dropped in favour of Chris lacing his own fingers with yours as he finds your lips in a passionate, albeit slightly messy kiss. He's moaning against your lips, and you're gasping, clawing at his back as you spill desperate pleas among whispered 'love you's.

"Say it louder. Fuck, please."

The strain of need in his voice flips a switch in you and the need to please him buries itself almost as deep inside you as he was.

"Love you, Chris! Love you so much. Fuck, I need you. Need to be yours! Please keep me-"

He cuts you off with another desperate kiss and now he's the one whining, his hips stuttering as he drops your other thigh, fingers finding your clit to rub firm circles that push you over the edge once more, your cunt spasming being the final push he needed to send him over the edge and he fills you completely, cock pulsing for what feels like hours.

He's never cum so hard in his life and he can't help but laugh a little, distracted by the sight of his cum dripping down your slit as he pulls out.

You're shushed when you try to sit up, and he's petting your head before leaving to get a damp towel, which he uses to gently wipe your thighs and tummy which had been coated in your slick. It's a gentle act, and you can feel the tears stinging your eyes again, concern flooding him

"Baby, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

He sinks back down beside you, pulling you back against his chest so he can hold you close to him. It's more to soothe himself than you, his fongers running over the soft fur of your tail, but he still hopes it offers you some sense of comfort.

"Meant it."

He can barely hear you, but his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Meant what?"

You huff and try to scoot away, immediately pulled back flush against him.

"Pup, what are you talking about?"

"Meant what I said. Y'know... about you..."

It takes him longer than he'd like to finally register what you're talking about, and he buries his head in your neck as a rush of emotional overwhelm finds him. He really had been sure you were just rambling nonsense, but your conformation solidifies his own feelings. He needed you more than he could find words for.

"Me too. Every word."

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You spend the entire night cuddled up to each other, Chris waking intermittently and pulling you back to him when you'd spread out a little too far away from him for his liking. It's when he's getting ready the next morning that he finally sees the obscene display of deep purple and red bruises littering the entirety of his neck, splotches along his shoulders, and trailing down his chest.

"Baby, are you kidding?! I can't hide these!"

You know he's not mad, and the thump off your tail against the bed wipes the scowl from his face with ease, his head shaking in disbelief.

"I told you that you were something I'd wanna sink my teeth into!"

#stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #chan x reader #chan hybrid smut #hybrid reader x chan #bang chan x reader

[saturnnelahy]

𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐿𝒶𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓈

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𝓨𝓷: Orphaned at the age of 14, she was adopted by Mrs Wang and her family, lives in a small apartment with her best friend and works in a coffee shop in the city centre near a huge college, loves the beach and her 3 kittens. 𝓛𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓪: Moved in with her best friend Yn after a terrible fight with her family, works at the Delirium coffee shop, takes dance classes every week and sometimes performs at a nightclub in the city centre.

𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓸: Owner of the Delirium coffee shop, although she seems like a very serious and closed woman, she is very caring and sweet, she has to control her friends so that they do their jobs and don't forget things, but when they're having a girls' night out she's usually the one who comes up with the worst ideas, she has a puppy called Kai.

#enhypen fake texts #enhypen smau #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #lee heeseung fluffy #lee heesung x reader #lee heeseung smut #lee heeseung #lee heeseung x y/n #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen heeseung imagines #enhypen imagines #enhy heeseung #heeseung smau #mermaid #bang chan #stray kids felix #blackpink lisa #blackpink jisoo #heeseung x you #heeseung x reader #heeseung being very cute #park sunghoon #sim jake #yang jungwon #nashimura riki #Kim Sunoo #enha x reader #enha fluff #sonoftheseasmau

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17

regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected

choi seungcheol

◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers

♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader

☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks

brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers

♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism

brother's best friend to lovers au

kim mingyu

☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji

virgin!mingyu x experienced reader

♤ creep by @smileysuh

serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic

ot8

◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

a/b/o, cnc, primal play

♧ sharing = caring by @cbini

bf!chan sharing you

☆ camcorder by @tasteracha

bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader

◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat

chan x felix x reader, threesome

lee minho

♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi

dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

bang chan

☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs

step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity

hwang hyunjin

♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics

best friends to lovers, mutual pining

lee felix

◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz

best friends to lovers, fluffy smut

♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz

☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium

coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex

ot7

♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx

supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au

◇ masked miracles by @remedyx

hybrid!bts, detective!reader

♧ stay alive by @staytinyville

mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au

☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades

hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes

♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane

dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au

◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces

hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader

♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz

hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers

♧ oh, little red by @jincherie

wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au

min yoongi

☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx

fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc

♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis

fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader

kim taehyung

◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink

step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con

♧ black swan by @aris-ink

step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating

☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd

alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex

jeon jungkook

♤ family secrets by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, dry humping

◇ icarus by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex

♧ close by @aft3rhrs

step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance

choi soobin

☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris

soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play

♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar

soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin

◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu

shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader

♧ i &lt;3 nerds by @enha-cafe

nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au

multiple members

☆ drippin' by @ncteez

'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy

♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy

step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au

♧ sos by @neopuppy

a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut

lee jeno

☆ shameless by @neopuppy

step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2

#kpop fic recs #seventeen fic recs #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #seungcheol fic #seungcheol smut #mingyu fic #mingyu smut #seventeen x reader #svt fic #svt smut #stray kids fic recs #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #ot8 x reader #poly skz #bts fic recs #bts fic #bts smut #bts fluff #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #taehyung fic #taehyung smut #jungkook fic #jungkook smut

[ipegchangbin]

I think im dying or i might have covid, so any thoughts on highschool bestie chan who needs help studying? It can be nsfw or fluff i dont rlly mind [also vote skz on MAMA]

oh no :(( i hope you dont have covid and please get well soon! also i made this college channie so that its clear hes legal if you dont mind. and yes please support our boys this awards season!!

time always runs against you, but chan always runs with you. deadlines and quiz days always remind you of your academic performance and it sucks, but at least you’re not alone.

chan has a science exam the following day and he’s helpless. he talked to you endlessly about it. his anxiety led him here, on your couch, cradled in your arms.

“let’s review: what’s the first product of carbon fixation in the calvin cycle?” you asked him, your chin well rested against his shoulder. while peering at him from behind, you could still notice a subtle shift in his expression.

he isn’t particularly out of it, but he doesn’t seem to be ready nor enthused. worry writes itself on his pinched eyebrows and the creeping blush on his cheeks. you hug his waist tighter. it makes him pout and it prompts him to say something.

“y/n,” he huffs, “sorry, i’m just…i feel bad. i feel a little pathetic.”

“channie, what do you mean? pathetic for what?” his comments take you by surprise, but you don’t miss the subtle effect the nickname has on him.

“you’re helping me like this.” he finally moves to peek at you from over his shoulder. shyness washes over him and he stiffens in your embrace.

“channie. there’s nothing wrong with helping you, even like this. i know it comforts you a lot.”

chan’s voice grows smaller. “i feel like a big baby though.”

“and? what’s up with that?” you lean forward to kiss his cheek. at that, chan relaxes in your hold, allowing you to envelop your arms fully across his sides.

you speak up again. “you’re my big baby, and nothing’s wrong with that.” he smiles at your words, deep dimples showing themselves, and you couldn’t help but pepper his face in more kisses.

“y/n…can we take a study break?”

“sure. why?”

“i just…” he turns his body around and kisses you on the lips, featherlight yet as romantically as he could. “i need you for a bit. is that okay?”

now he’s facing you, hovering above your lap. you’ve seen this sight before and it excites you. you ditch the notebook in your hand and guide his hips on your thighs. he bites back a whimper, but one stare down at his lower body tells you everything about his needs.

“it’s always okay, baby.”

#skz fluff #skz smut #sub!skz #sub!bang chan #sub!chan #tbh this is fluffy again just a bit suggestive #<3 toastyseungmo #💌 ipeginbox #💬 z is writimg