#bang chan drabble

[eoieopda]

If you’re interested in writing it, I would love to read a part two of “the one with Chan and the promotion”! It’s so sweet and cute and I go back to it when I feel sad or sick and just want someone to take care of me lol.

aw, i’m so glad you liked it! here’s part two ✨

the one with chan and the promotion pt. ii

you needed a ride home after getting your wisdom teeth removed. chan just so happened to be free.

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader genre: fluff, hurt/comfort au: fuck buddies to ? type: drabble rating: 18+ — minors do not have my consent to interact with me or my work. wc: 1.3k cw: reader’s pov this time!; no smut but it’s referenced due to the nature of their relationship; reader had outpatient dental surgery (not depicted); reference to blood/swelling. a/n: this is a continuation of this drabble, which @moni-logues requested last year. in order for things to make sense, please read pt. i first! as of 4/21/24, part iii has been requested and will be coming eventually. navigation. skz permanent taglist. multi permanent taglist. request rules.

Upon waking up, the first thing you do is take inventory.

The list of things you don’t have is the longer of the two: four of the teeth you initially left home with, a blanket on top of you, your bearings, or any substantial memory of the how and when you got back to your apartment.

What you do have is a pair of slippers on your feet where your shoes used to be and a hand in yours, warming your palm. Bleary-eyed, you stare down at the five fingers interlocked with yours while your brain scrambles to load. It doesn’t. You swear you hear the Windows XP error noise sounding off in the back of it when your eyes flick up and find Chan’s closed, fluttering ever so slightly as he sleeps.

You don’t mean to voice your surprise out loud, especially not above a whisper, but it slips past lips still buzzing as sensation returns. “Christ!”

Chan doesn’t startle, which doesn’t necessarily surprise you. His roommate, who you’ve heard tell of but never met, is apparently prone to sudden shouting, apropos of nothing. He does stir, though, just slightly. 

“No,” he mumbles without opening his eyes. Though he doesn’t witness the quizzical look you give him, he must suspect your confusion, nonetheless. Stifling a satisfied, albeit sleepy chuckle, he jokes, “My English name is pronounced Chris.”

It’s then that his eyes crack open, taking you in immediately and softly, pupils dilating. He’s never looked at you like that before. You don’t know what to do with it. 

Flustered, you divert your gaze to your hands the way you always do, only to find that one of his is still holding one of yours. You don’t know what to do with that, either. To cover the fact that you don’t know what to say, you clear your throat, hoping the words will materialize after a bit of stalling. They don’t.

Chan, noticing your preoccupation, interjects and sits upright next to you on top of your still-tucked-in comforter. “Oh.”

He retracts his hand. A sheepish smile spreads in tandem with a flush of red across his cheeks and neck, so heated with embarrassment you can almost feel it from several centimeters away. 

“Had a hell of a time getting you through the door and getting your shoes untied,” he starts, laughing awkwardly.

Oh, indeed.

You’d asked Chan to drive you; called him specifically for that singular task because your other, closer friends — the ones who haven’t seen you naked — don’t. On top of their collective lack of licensure, you know them all too well to trust any one of them with wrangling a highly medicated person on public transit. You’d be a liability in and of yourself; your chaperone couldn’t be a disaster, too.

Going into this, you’d believed that Chan had his shit together well enough to get you from Point A to Point B in one piece. You were right. He did, and even though he could have, he didn’t stop there. Not only did Chan get you inside, but he also swapped your shoes for slippers to avoid dragging dirt into your apartment.

He rubs the back of his neck, continuing, “You — uh — well, you wouldn’t let go after I corralled you in here.” The hand fussing with the hair at his nape gestures vaguely around your bedroom, which he’s seeing in sunlight for the first time ever, not unlike the way he’s witnessing you.

Once again, you search for words and come up with none. 

There was no expectation of gratitude motivating his powerfully quiet act of kindness. Clearly, he didn’t expect to still be here while you napped off the lingering fog from the anesthesia. But he is here.

“I must have quite the grip when I’m high,” you manage to offer. 

A way to ask without truly asking: Why are you still here?

Chan snorts, then he shakes his head while he answers, “Nah, you moved like you were made of jelly. I just didn’t want you to cry again.”

Somewhere, a record scratches. Your eyes go wide, expression otherwise withheld to keep your shock and mortification to yourself. 

Again?

Vulnerability isn’t a thing you do. It took all you had to ask for his help in the first place. You’d rather drop dead on the ground than cry in front of anyone, let alone the person you keep at arm’s length and still sleep with on a recurring basis. Absolutely not. There’s no fucking way. 

“What?” You croak. Almost as embarrassing as the crying, your dried-out throat and the hoarseness of your voice leave your face burning. You clear your throat again. It doesn’t make a difference. “Why did I cry? Pain?”

Fuck, you hope so. You pray for some yet unknown, minor surgical complication that would justify this uncharacteristic crack in your armor. For some excuse you can lean on.

“Worms,” Chan chirps with a shrug, as if that explanation truly explains anything.

You balk. “I would never cry over seeing a worm. It didn’t even rain this week; there wouldn’t be any on the sidewalk.”

He clamps his lips together for a moment, like he’s steeling himself, trying not to laugh in your face. You appreciate the gesture, kind of. Rather, you would — if he had a better poker face. The one looking back at you instead looks fully endeared, which makes you more embarrassed than his laughter ever could.

“I ran into the pharmacy to grab your pain meds, and when I came back to the car, you were sobbing. I was freaking out, thinking you were hurt or something, but no.” His grin comes at full force. “You were scared that worms may not have best friends.”

Oh, my god.

“Oh, my god,” you groan, this time out-loud. Instinctively, you drop your burning cheeks into your hands, hissing in pain the second they settle. You jerk backwards, yelping, “Oh, my god.”

Proving his attentiveness in real time, Chan shifts closer quickly, like a starting gun has been fired. His hands encircle your wrist gently, prompting you to look at him. Once he has your attention, his eyes scan your face in search of visible injury. A triage of sorts. Worry evident, he checks in: “You good?”

Yes, and no.

Yes, your gums are especially sore now that you’ve put excess pressure on them; but no, there isn’t a mouthful of blood hiding behind your tightly pursed lips.

Yes, you feel safe and cared for with him here; but no, you’re not fucking used to it, and it’s making your blurry brain spin. 

How are you supposed to answer that question? You don’t even know which one he’s really asking. Before you say a word, you take inventory again.

What you have is Chan in your bedroom while the sun is still up, fully clothed and above the sheets. He’s here because when he tried to leave, he gave into your small act of subconscious resistance, too afraid of upsetting you. He stayed. He’d witnessed you cry about worms, and he stayed — perfectly still at your side long enough to fall asleep.

What you have is medication to deal with the pain you just exacerbated because Chan went out of his way to pick it up from the pharmacy.

What you have is heart palpitations, a different type of nerves blooming when you realize that dispelling his worry now will result in him taking his reactive touch away.

What you don’t have is the strength of will to lie to someone who looks at you the way Chan currently is, like he may not be able to breathe correctly unless and until he knows you’re okay.

“Yeah,” you eventually sigh. “I am. I’m good.”

In fact, you’re even better when he and his hands choose — once again — to stay.

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[thenewblackcanvas]

Big dick! chan, insecure about his size

“It’s a lot right? I-It seems like a lot” he says when your shocked expression stops your movements.

He tries to pull his boxers back up but you tightly grab his wrist with one hand and his dick with the other.

“This is mine now” you state, very matter a fact. Possessive! (Little bit of body worship)Partner

#bang chan drabble #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #stray kids smut

[hyunsvngs]

SQUIRTRACHA!! aka chan minho hyunjin and jeongin who would prob be the most determined to make you squirt. andjskjdkssjksk the brainrot is real. and theyd pull out ALL the tricks. flicking and sucking your nipples, rubbing your clit, EDGING 😖 and probably just lots and lots of orgasm denial. all in an attempt to get you to squirt for them <3

I SO AGREE.

UNDER THE CUT BC THIS GOT SO LONG!!!

i think with chan it would be such a deep, carnal desire for him… i can just imagine him discovering it one day when he’s watching porn and he’s like “oh…?” when the female star’s orgasm gushes from her. from then on, he’s just thinking about how badly he wants to make someone do that… i can imagine the first time he gets you in bed it’s going through his brain, it’s ALL he can think about. immediately crooks his fingers up to your g spot in an attempt to get you to squirt.. you’re whining, telling him “it’s too much, channie, too much- i think i’m gonna pee, i’m-?”. chan’s shaking his head, soft curls bouncing in his face, “no baby, ‘s not pee. c’mon, let go for me.” ughhh and imagine the overstimulation when you do… poor baby just wants to make you soak him over and over.. he’s latching onto your nipples, thrusting his fingers back in straight away. i need him so bad

i think with minho it would be the complete opposite. he’d be edging you for what felt like forever. he’d have you perched in front of a mirror, legs splayed over his as he worked his fingers into you over and over. every single time you thought he may give it to you, let you have this orgasm - he pulled away, smacking your clit teasingly with a smirk. except, this time, he’s a bit too late - your orgasm floods from you, soaking the mirror as your eyebrows furrow together and jaw drops in a silent scream. you’re babbling “oh-! sorry, sorry, min! made a mess, oh-“ minho wouldn’t even show his surprise tbh, though he’s internally dying… he’d just smirk, saying “so fucking dirty, creaming for me everywhere like that, huh? can’t even be mad you came.” he’d definitely bend you over quickly and shove his thick cock in you until you’re doing it again. yum

hyunjin would have such a kink for just watching you cum. just seeing your eyes roll back with pleasure, clit throbbing and toes curling as you let go all for him, just for him. when he expressed his desire to make you squirt, you honestly weren’t surprised at all. you were surprised when he tried it later that same day - pulling out a nice, curved g spot vibrator to fuck you with. hyunjin would work you up so good, telling you “you’re so, so fucking beautiful”, and making you whine out. he’d suck hickeys into your neck, kissing down your body, laving over your tits until he was sure you were nice and wet for him… i think while minho, jeongin and chan would be the types to fuck you without abandon to get you to squirt, hyunjin would enjoy playing with your body like it’s a beautiful instrument. “there you go, feelin’ good?” he’d say as he pushed the soft silicone inside of you, and you’d nod, whimpering when the attachment brushes against your clit. he wouldn’t even fuck you quickly, just brushing his fingers over your nipples while he pumps it steadily in and out of you… before you know it, you’re cumming, not even able to warn him - juices gushing out of you and all over the vibrator and hyunjin’s hand. you’d be whining, “oh, hyunjin, ‘m- cumming, cum, shit, ‘s wet-“ and shiiit the smile he’d do… he’d be so fucking happy LOL he wouldnt even need to fuck you, he’d be satisfied at your own powerful orgasm.

ok jeongin…. i honestly think that when jeongin heard about squirting, he was astonished. he was like “PEOPLE CAN DO THAT????” and then he was like “nah. i don’t believe it.” just completely refusing it exists. until one day, you’re riding him and his cockhead is hitting your cervix just right. jeongin felt like he was going to die whenever he was inside you anyway, but today just felt different. you were warmer, wetter, tighter - even fucking louder as you writhed and bounced on him. “yeah, ah, ah, innie, so deep-“ you’d be whining, fingers digging into his stomach. just from your facial expression, lost in pleasure, jeongin would feel himself getting close - but you had to cum first. “you gonna cum? please, please,” he’d beg, leaning up to rub tight, precise circles on your clit. all of a sudden, the tightness of your hole is pushing jeongin’s dick out, and a gush of clear fluids is covering him. you’re in shock, eyes widening and moans tumbling out of your mouth - only worsened by jeongin cumming on his own stomach as you cover him. so yeah, he likes it. he still can’t believe it’s real tho tbh, even as he tries (and succeeds) to get you to do it over and over again.

i also think jisung would have an INTENSE squirt kink and idk if thats me projecting but he’s filthy SO IF U WANT ME TO ELABORATE LMK…

#juno’s asks ♡ #sweet baby anon #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin drabble #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin drabble #bang chan drabble #bang chan smut #lee know smut #lee know drabble

[chanshoesunite]

Simon says

„Let‘s play Simon says“, Chan suggests to YN.

„Just the two of us?“, YN cocks an eyebrow, demonstratively looking around.

“Yeah, there are no rules against that, are there?”

“I guess not, but I am quite curious where this is going.”

“Whatever do you mean?”, Chan pulls an innocent face, “So, I start: Simon says, stand up. Twirl. Bounce. Shake what your momma gave ya.” – YN has to laugh at the last one.

“Simon says turn around.”

YN does so, turning her head coquettishly. Chan gets up, standing close behind her. They look into each other’s eyes, their gazes heated.

“Simon says don’t move if you enjoy this”, Chan whispers and his hands begin to roam YN’s body, starting at her soft breasts, traveling along her ribcage, to her hips and bum. She leans back and grinds into him. They both let out quiet moans.

“My turn”, YN says. “Simon says take your trousers off and sit down.”

Chan complies quickly, his thick cock straining against his boxers. YN straddles him, stroking down his arms: “Simon says kiss me.”

Chan does so with enthusiasm, opening his mouth readily to let her in. While they make out, YN keeps moving her hips for more friction. Their lips separate when she says breathlessly: “Take your – Simon says take your cock out.”

She lifts herself up, so Chan can obey her. Once his cock is free, she moves her underwear to one side and works herself down his length.

“Simon says enjoy the ride.”

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[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

[2:37pm]

"Foods here!" Your voice rang out as you stepped through the practice room door. Behind you followed Chan with bottles of soda and a few bags full of food himself.

The other members all cheered excitedly at the thought of eating after a long day. They waited until you started to separate the foods and drinks before they all filed over to you and your boyfriend. They got into a disoriented bundle surrounding you.

"We have fried chicken or we have burgers," you inform them, gesturing to the containers before you. "Jeongin, honey, what would you like?"

The youngest steps forward after you called his name. "Chicken, please." He accepted a box full of fried chicken with both hands. "Can I have some coke?" He questions Chan, who already started to poor the drink into a small cup.

Chan smiles brightly at the boys all coming up to you for food. He felt a fondess in watching them politely interact with you, thankful for the food you brought. If he ever admitted it aloud, though, he would be teased for sounding like a father again.

"May I please have two burgers?" Felix shyly asks you, holding up two fingers.

"Of course." You smiled at him briefly before turning and grabbing two wrapped sandwiches from the brown paper bag. Felix had started to walk away from you when you stopped him. "Hey, please grab a cup too. You need something to drink while you eat. Coke, water, something."

Felix listens to your advice, shuffling over to his leader for a cup of water. He was the last to be fed other than you and Chan. After he sat down in the circle the boys had formed, you glanced at your boyfriend to see if he was going to eat. He notices your gaze, attempting to dismiss the concern in your eyes. However, the look in your expression made him reach for a piece of chicken anyway.

"She's going all mom again," Lino teases, pointing his wooden chopstick ends at you.

Your head whips around to glare daggers at him. "I hope you choke on that chicken, Lee Minho."

The sound of Bang Chan's choking from laughter made you turn back, reaching down to grab a cup of coke to hand to him. The other members were silently giggling to themselves after your remark as well. Lino stared you down for a moment, but when he realized your focus had left him, he went back to eating.

"I didn't mean you, babe," you laugh.

Chan rolls his eyes. "I didn't expect you to be so quick in telling him off."

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[myseungsunglove]

Broken Promises | Bc

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Warnings: fluff - despite the title, this is actually just a feel good little story.

Word Count: 1.8k

𖠫Summary: Sometimes you can make all the promises in the world to yourself, but life has other plans for you. Working closely with Bang Chan turns out to be a challenge in which you never really stood a chance.

✎a/n✎: this was just a random ass thought I started writing. No idea why. My brain is just finding every way possible to avoid writing part 4 of the master of flirting at this point. And Chan’s lips may have caught my eye and my mind may have wandered into writing this fic. Who knows, really. Edit: in re-reading this, this is one of the shitiest things I’ve ever written. 😭😭 I’m not even sure why I published this. 🤦🏼‍♀️🫣

◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈

「© September 29, 2023 by mysweethannie」

You promise yourself when taking the job, you won’t fall victim to Chan’s charm like every other person on the planet seems to.

The minute Bang Chan’s laugh is directed at you, his eyes crinkling in laughter and turning into tiny crescent moon slits, you’re done for.

It is then you break your first promise, falling hard for Chan’s charming laugh and beautiful smile.

You promise yourself that you’ll never let tiny glances and brief touches affect you. It is your job to do his makeup, of course you’d be close in proximity, touching him more than pretty much anyone else.

It had been 2 months since you replaced Chan’s previous makeup artist. Every time you walk into a room, he notices.

“Y/n! My favorite artist,” he declares, striding up to you and spreading his legs so that he can be face to face with you for easier access.

“Mr Bang,” you tease.

It has become a running joke between the two of you at this point, you calling him Mr. Bang. You crowd into his space, brush in hand as you set to work. After applying the base makeup, the more intricate details require you to be even closer to him. You step in close, your chest bumping against his slightly and his hands reach out, landing on your hips to steady the two of you.

Your heart flutters in your chest and you curse yourself silently. When he doesn’t remove his hands the rest of the time you’re doing his makeup, you can’t help but be a little overjoyed.

It is then you break your second promise, wondering when the next time he is going to dare to touch you will be.

You promise yourself you won’t develop a school girl crush on Chan.

The day he brought you caffeine and breakfast after he knew you had a long night, you start noticing all the little things he does for you that the other boys don’t do for their make-up artists.

He texts to make sure you get home safely. He seeks you out in a crowded room during down time just to chat. Even if he doesn’t need a touch up. He calls you when he is in the studio because he just has to tell you about this idea that he has for a makeup look for the song he is writing. You never actually talk about the look, but he tells you all about the song and eventually the conversation moves away from writing and music to more personal topics. Before a performance, he works quietly in the same room that you are in whether you’re doing his makeup or not. He texts you almost every morning, even when you don’t have a schedule with him. Your fluttering heart realizes you’ve definitely fallen for Christopher Bang.

It is then that you break your third promise, the school girl crush taking hold of your not so schoolgirl heart.

You promise yourself that you will not get involved with an idol. Especially one Christopher Bang.

You’re walking home one day after a particularly long schedule with the boys. Your car had broken down a few days before and it was a nice enough day, so you set off for your apartment that wasn’t all that far from the venue you had just left. It was a lucky coincidence that today’s schedule was close to your home.

You don’t make it far when suddenly the once bright and sunny day clouds up overhead, and you can feel the atmosphere shift, a summer storm approaching quickly and seemingly out of nowhere. You should have known better than to be walking home in the middle of monsoon season. The pretty clear sky days typically give way to much gloomier and rainiers days with little to no warning. You had been sure you could make it home when you left the venue, but as the clouds opened up and rained down on you, literally, you realized just how wrong you were.

You are soaked to the bone in no time, nowhere close by to seek shelter. You are running down the sidewalk, your backpack lifted over your head as you stomp through the puddles of water that are already forming. Suddenly a car pulls up beside you, the door thrown open haphazardly.

“Y/N,” Chan yells from the back seat. “Get in!”

Your brain takes a second to process that Chan is offering you a ride, or that he is there at all on the side of the road on a now rainy evening.

You dash to the door and crawl in, immediately shivering from your wet clothes, tossing your bag on the floor of the car. Chan immediately pulls his hoodie over his head.

“Take this,” he says, handing it to you. He turns away from you and you’re confused at first. “Take off that soaked shirt and throw my hoodie on. It’ll be better for some of you to be dry at least,” he explains as if he can see you staring at his back, confused.

“Oh, yeah. Okay,” you agree and pull your wet shirt over your head and set it on the floor beside you. It’s then that you realize that Chan is the only one in the back of the vehicle which is unusual. “Where is everyone else?” you ask, slipping the hoodie over your head and wrapping your arms around yourself, rubbing your arms rapidly trying to warm yourself up.

Chan turns back around, figuring he has given you enough time and speaks.

“I saw you leave the venue on foot and I asked for my own car. Haven’t you learned yet that you don’t go for a walk in the middle of monsoon season?” He chuckles at you. “I was hoping we would catch up to you before the skies opened up,” he sighs apologetically. “C’mere, yeah?” He says, motioning for you to crawl into his warm embrace. You’re too cold from your wet pants and hair to really think twice about it.

His arms immediately engulf you, wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his warm and firm body. His arms rest on top of yours and rub gently, generating some heated friction to help ease your chills.

“God, I hope you don’t get sick,” he murmurs against your head as he leans back, keeping his arms around you, pulling you with him.

You settle against his chest and sigh. You inhale and immediately your senses are filled with his smell. It’s a comforting, woodsy smell you know you have smelt hundreds of times, but there is something distinctly different about it when you are wrapped in his arms. You practically burrow into him, your eyes fluttering shut. You feel Chan’s hold on you relax, and he sighs contentedly.

“Hey,” Chan says, shaking you gently. At some point you had fallen asleep on the short ride to your apartment. “We’re at your place.”

“Oh,” you startle awake, pulling away from his embrace and scrambling for the door. “Thanks for the ride Chan,” you stumble out, climbing out of the car a little embarrassed that you fell asleep in Chan’s arms.

As quickly as you are scrambling out of the car, Chan is hot on your trail, following you into your building.

“Y/n, wait!” He manages as you step into the elevator, eager to separate your racing heart from Bang Chan. You will not get involved. You promised yourself.

Just as the door goes to slide shut, his large hand stops the door and he steps in, the door quickly shutting behind him. You’re alone with him in the small space.

“I just…” he breathes, his hands coming to rest on your face. “Can I?” He starts to ask you a question, but his breath seems to be caught in his throat. He is staring into your eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his brown eyes flicker down to your lips. That seems to help him finish his sentence. “Kiss you?” He finishes.

Without your brain giving it permission, you nod your head in approval and Chan’s lips are on yours. Warm, plush, and inviting. He presses himself against you as his strong hands hold your head in place, his nose bumping against yours as your lips move in sync. The door dings and you both pull away, a little lost for words to see someone standing there waiting for the elevator.

Chan grabs your hand and pulls you off the elevator, mumbling a quick apology to the person waiting.

You can’t help but giggle as Chan wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into him.

“Which one is you?” He asks, looking down the hall.

“1003,” you say, willing your legs to move down the hall, your brain still not processing what is going on. You reach your door quickly stopping to wrestle your key out of your wet jean pocket.

“Can we talk?” Chan asks beside you as you open the door. “I’d uh,” he fumbles over his words as you push open the door. “I’d kind of like to take you on a date,” he says, his words tumbling out of his mouth almost faster than he can say them.

It’s your turn to grab his hand and pull him into your apartment, closing the door behind you.

“How about a dinner and a movie date right here,” you suggest, gesturing around your apartment. You aren’t sure what you’re doing, but you’re going for it, whatever it is.

He chuckles.

“Yeah, okay. I like that idea,” he agrees, kicking off his shoes. “Let me just let the guys know I’m gonna be out for a while,” he adds, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“I’m gonna go change. Make yourself comfortable,” you say, pointing to the couch as you turn to pad down the hall.

Chan’s hand reaches out for your wrist, barely catching it before you are too far away. He pulls you back into him, his lips finding yours once more and you melt into him and his comforting embrace.

It’s then you realize you’re going to break your last promise. You are absolutely getting involved with Christopher Bang.

Who knew that broken promises could feel this good?

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[moonflowerchanniesgirl]

Protection

Pairing: boyfriend chan x gn reader

Genre: fluff, drabble, light humor

Warning: cursing, mentions of threatening messages and calls,

Summary: Just a light moment when you confess to your boyfriend why you didn’t go to him for help.

Word Count: 900ish

Authors note: this is not an accurate representation of stray kids but an interpretation based on an idea that stems from them.

Wanted to do something light for Chan’s birthday and managed to get this done as I finish up a longer piece. Happy Birthday Channie~

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chan yelled as soon as he walked in through the door. You were so surprised that you dropped your phone in panic as you looked at your boyfriend who was clearly very angry.

“Tell you what baby?” You asked cautiously as you bent to pick up your phone.

“That you’ve been getting threatening messages and phone calls,” he asked with his arms crossed and you felt your heart drop down to your stomach.

“How did you even find out about that?” You asked as you gulped nervously.

“My manager told me to pass you a list of lawyers that you had asked him for. When I told him I had no idea what he was talking about, he explained everything. You went to my manager for help but not me?” His voice went from quite loud to incredibly soft as he got in front of you and grabbed your shoulders. You realized that in your desperate need to find a solution you had forgotten to tell his manager not to tell Chan about your request.

“I was going to tell you soon,” you explained without really explaining in hopes that would be enough for Chan to drop it but of course Chan being Chan… it wasn’t.

“How soon?”

“As soon… as I dealt with it,” you finally said with a soft sigh. His hands dropped from your shoulders only to come around your back as he pulled you into a hug.

“Why not ask me for help? Or at least talk to me about it?” He let you nuzzle your face into his neck as he patted your back in a slow rhythm.

“I didn’t want to bother you while you were busy preparing for the comeback,” you grabbed at the material of his black hoodie, feeling safer than you had in weeks.

“Baby you’re never going to be a bother, come to me for anything especially if it's something scary like this.” Chan moved one hand from your back to the back of your head as he pressed your body against his with slightly more force. “I’m here to protect you yeah?”

“But I don’t want to always get protected by you, I want to be strong enough to protect you too.” You complained into his neck letting out more of your true emotions. Chan was the best boyfriend, he was busy but he made sure to be there whenever you needed him. He wasn’t always physically on your side but you knew that if you needed him, he’d be there for you through whatever you were going through. You lifted your head from his shoulder to look up at his face. “Want to protect you too,” you said with a pout that made Chan giggle. 

“But look at me! I’m your big strong wolf!” He made a growly barking sound that was more cute than threatening and you laughed at him. 

“Big strong wolves need protection too sometimes, I wish I could be one there for you instead of you being here for me all the time.”

“But you are there for me baby, whenever I can’t sleep and you make yourself stay up to keep me company when I missed my mom’s curry and you called her up to ask for the recipe.”

“Those are such small things though,” you complained while Chan leaned in to give you a peck on the lips.

“They mean the world to me. With you, I know that whenever I’ve had a good or bad day, I can come to you and you’d be there to listen to me and make my day better.” Chan leaned in again and this time he gave you a much longer kiss. He lightly nipped at your lips before pulling away. “That’s why always come to me first yeah?” He asked in a pretend stern way and you nodded.

“Alright Channie,” you said, and almost on cue before you could say more, your phone rang. You moved to check who it was even though already had your suspicions and you cursed them for ruining the moment. It was an unregistered number on your phone, not one that you were familiar with but you knew exactly who it was.

“The person who's been threatening you?” Chan asked when he noticed your reluctance to pick up the phone.

“Yeah no matter how many numbers I block they always seem to have a new one,” you complained as you showed him the number on your screen. Chan gently took the phone from you with a grim expression and he pressed to answer.

“Listen here you fucker, I don’t know who you are but if you don’t stop harassing my girlfriend I will personally make sure to give you as much distress as you have given to her,” he spoke harshly before he hung up and handed you back your phone.

“That was kinda hot of you,” you said as you slipped your phone into your pocket.

“Guess I’m your big strong hot wolf then,” he said with a grin as he pulled you closer again.

“Didn’t know you were such a furry.”

“What- that- I didn’t mean it like that!” Chan exclaimed as you laughed out loud. 

“I love you my big wolf,” you said as you hugged him.

“I love you too,” he hugged you back and you felt that no matter what happened, as long as the two of you were in each other’s arms, things would be alright.

“But I’m not a furry,” he started tickling your sides, ruining the moment as you started giggling hysterically while trying to get him to stop.

Things would be more than alright.

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[facioleeknow]

Midnight dip•Bang Chan

Tw: suggestive, nudity

The cold water lapped at her skin as she made her way into the small pool. Small chills traveled down her spine, light shivers shook her naked body while the water rose more and more until she was almost completely under.

The water stayed still behind her, the only ripples were caused by her own movements.

“You know, to take a midnight dip in the pool, you actually have to get in the pool.”

Silence followed her statement. She knew what he was thinking.

“Oh c’mon Christopher, if you don’t overwork yourself to death for one night nothing tragic is gonna happen,” she quipped with still her back to him.

“Alright, I’m coming,” he sighed, he wanted to sound annoyed but he was indeed thrilled. I mean who wouldn’t be thrilled at the idea of swimming with their hot girlfriend, naked?

She smirked as she heard the snap of the elastic of his underwear and then the water sloshing behind her.

Warm hands fell delicately on her shoulders and she spun around effortlessly.

Their hands started to slowly and languidly explore each other’s bodies.

A small sound of pleasure escaped Chan’s mouth.

“I missed this,” he said as he lowered her head to gently bite her neck, “ I missed you.”

She pushed him away slightly with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Well now that you got me, what are you going to do about it, handsome?” 

She jokingly grabbed his ass and squeezed. Bang Chan picked her up and spun her around making the girl giggle. The laughs echoed around the garden but soon stopped and were replaced by a gasp as he started to grind onto her.

“You shouldn’t have asked that.”

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[eoieopda]

Jadie, are you taking Stray Kids Requests now?! Omg. OMG. Can we please have reader and Chan being super soft after a fight? I feel like he’s kind of intimidating (not on purpose) when he’s annoyed but then so sweet to make up for it 😍

aaaah my first foray into skz writing 🤪 sorry to this man for being introduced mid-fight lmao.

established relationship au, precursory angst and a marshmallow ending

Fuck.

Bang Chan knew it the second he raised his voice that he shouldn’t have. He never did — ever — and the reason for that was buried in the bewildered look in your eyes. Even more jarring than his sudden outburst was the speed at which your surprise began to drown in half-formed tears.

Your rapid blinking had barely kept the tide at bay.

Chan’s friends had told him before that he often looked angrier than he felt. Knowing this, he did his best to manage the optics; to keep you from interpreting his frustration as something more intense. He’d been successful at it for years — until he wasn’t.

There may have, at one point, been a reason for his becoming upset — but he’d already forgotten what that was. Whatever it might have been, it sure as shit wasn’t worth the way you’d looked at him.

Just as soon as he started, he’d cut himself off mid-sentence and reached out for you like he always did. This time, you didn’t reach back. Instead, you’d recoiled like his arm was a snake primed to bite. When you promptly turned and walked away, you’d left him standing alone with his outstretched hand still in the air.

Fuck.

Chan had spent the subsequent twenty minutes pacing with the excess of his sweatshirt sleeves balled up in his fists.

His gut instinct had been to follow you out of his office, to not let you walk away angry — he fought it. You were more than entitled to space after being spoken to in that tone. So, that’s what he gave you — until he couldn’t stop himself from trying to make it right.

When Chan entered the bedroom, you were sitting cross-legged on your side of the bed with your back to the door. You didn’t acknowledge his presence when he crossed over to you, or when he slipped into the space behind you on the mattress. Radio silence, save for your barely-audible sniffling.

Shit.

“Baby,” Chan called out to you softly.

No response.

Shit.

He scooted closer, slowly, as if he’d spook you otherwise. You didn’t move away — a good sign — so he reached out and let his thumb graze gently over the exposed skin of your forearm. There was the tiniest shift in your posture; a microscopic slump of your shoulders. An ounce of tension dissipated.

Progress.

Chan repeated himself, “Baby?”

Then he punctuated his plea by placing a soft, experimental kiss on your shoulder. You sniffled, relaxed the tiniest bit more.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to shout at you, but I did and you didn’t deserve it.”

You let out a quiet, shaky exhale as if you were about to speak, but you said nothing. You did, however, accept his arms as they wrapped around you. Even better, you leaned back into his chest as he guided you into the space between his legs.

Chan kissed the top of your head and hoped you felt how much he loved you. In the event that you didn’t, he said as much, holding you even tighter: “You are my favorite part of every day. I’m sorry that I’ve done such a shit job of expressing that. I love you, completely.”

You remained quiet for a few moments. In that time, your closeness was enough for him; you didn’t owe him one goddamn thing. But you breathed in deep enough for him to feel it too, and then you said it:

“I love you completely, too… dingus.”

Stunned silence immediately gave way to breathless laughter. And when his mirth got too heavy to shoulder, you joined him in crashing sideways and smiling into the pillows.

A dingus and the best girl.

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[minhosimthings]

Fault

Prompt by @banghyunchanji : Imagine when Chan finds out that your manager is making you perform the day after you have a miscarriage.

Pairings - Idol!Husband!Chan × Soloist!Fem!Wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, reader has a miscarriage, angst with a shit ton of comfort, mentions of food, chan has a nightmare

A/N: saw this one gif and I just had to write it! I don't like the way I wrote the ending much but I think this was my favorite descriptions to write. Thank you to @banghyunchanji for the prompt! I hope all of you like it.

"Channie-" you gasped for air. The lilac painted room, your favourite colour, seemed to be whirling around and you swore you could see the moon dancing up in the sky through the magnificent windows. Why was the moon shining tonight? Why were the city lights still turned on? Why were the buildings still stinking of coffee? Why wouldn't the world stop for you?

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"Channie- I-Im-" Chan immediately pulled you into his chest, engulfing you in a warm comforting fire, as all the crystals you've held in your eyes started coming out. Chan felt the fabric of his shirt getting wetter and wetter, but he couldn't care less. His eyes were bloodshot, illuminating his dark circles, from all the days you got him back home at midnight from the studio.

"Shh princess. Shh, it's alright it's alright." Chan rubbed circles on your wrist, always a way of calming you down, "I'm here. I'm here." He tried to keep his voice from cracking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Your voice tried to be stable, and your soul tried to stop itself from bleeding. Chan's heart broke into a more than a million pieces, probably enough to scatter the entire world. "Baby no~" he shushed you, his voice as warm as a freshly baked pecan pie, your favourite wasn't it? "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's. No shhh don't cry baby, you're still very weak." He held you tighter, as your tears dried up, "you'll only get weaker. Have some water, come on."

Chan got you up slowly, hands resting on your waist, trying not to float over to your stomach, where stitches lie, tightly packed, but still bleeding gold. He pressed a glass of water to your lips, gently lifting it, so that your throat could get a drop of hydration.

"thank you." You whispered, laying back down on the bed. Chan smiled gently at you, a weak attempt at calming you down. You could see the rotten pain in his smile, his dimple shining less than it usually did. "It's alright." He mumbled into your ear, as you wrapped your arms around him, as he spoke a lie which would perhaps become a disguised truth, "Everything's gonna be alright."

The next day

"Alright Mrs Bang," the doctor clapped her hands together, rearranging her stethoscope around her bruised neck, "Your tests are looking good. I think you're free to go home today! But please-" she turned to Chan, who had his hand wrapped around your shoulder, "-make sure she doesn't do any physical activity. I know, her being a top class soloist is hard, but she absolutely cannot do any physical activity until her next checkup." Chan smiled gently at the doctor and shook her hand bracingly. "Thank you Dr Yang. And I'll make sure she doesn't even move a limb until you say so." Dr Yang laughed heartily and moved out the door, chan following behind her, while a nurse removed all the saline bottles hooked up to your veins. "Thank you." You said, as she threw all the bottles into the bin. She looked like a warm presence, with her hair tied into a bun, exactly how your mother used to do it. "It's alright." She fidgeted with her fingers. She mus'nt have been older than you, probably three or two years younger. "Uh Ma'am?" She approached, "I know it's insensitive to ask you in such times like this. B-but-" she looked down at the floor, "my little girl, she's 15 and she really loves your songs a-and her birthday is coming up and I saved up enough to buy her one of your albums." Your heart warmed at her words, distracting you from what happened the night before. "It really would mean the world to me if you could sign the pc. I would love to see her this weekend, since we haven't been talking much." You smiled at her and took the pc she offered you. You traced the frame of the pc and laughed at your younger self posing for the photo, dressed in a tube top that would barely fit you now. "Here you go." You handed the pen and the pc back to the nurse. "May I ask, you seem so young to have a child? Were you-" you lingered in the last words as the nurse smiled again. "Got pregnant when I was 16." She let out a chuckle. "Couldn't let my baby go, so I endured it for nine months, and now she lives with another family. I visit her from time to time to give her gifts and remind her I still exist. She's started calling me mom now!" Your heart engulfed in flames hearing the nurse's words. The excitement with which she talked about her daughter was so melodious to you, like hearing one of Chan's songs before the rest of the kids did. It was like that word you read once what was it what was it? Ukiyo! The Japanese word. To be unbothered by the duties of life, when your heart tells you to. A beautiful word, you thought. Languages really are pretty, more prettier when you notice for the first time, that you weren't alone.

"Baby can I lie down on the bed for a minute?" You had finally reached home after what seemed like the longest drive of your life. It felt lonely, to have nothing in your arms instead of having a crying baby. You didn't mention a word of it to Chan. True, letting go is easier than keeping it in, but as you looked at his bloodshot eyes and remembered Minho telling you in secret about how much your husband wept, you decided to keep it in just a little bit.

"Sure darling." Chan guided you slowly to the bedroom, his arms holding you so tight yet so fragile, "I'll wake you up when you need to eat alright?" He kissed your forehead as you hummed in response, drifting off into peacefully troubled sleep.

"Ahh fuck." You groaned as you woke up. You checked the time on your phone. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes since you slept. You decided that it was best to wake up and go outside to your husband, instead of laying in bed with your pillow giving you the worst ideas.

"Ch-channie?" You voiced out, nervously stepping into the kitchen. You couldn't see a broad shouldered figure clad in black anywhere in the kitchen, so you gave up your search there and instead strolled over to the living room.

There he was. Dozing off on the sofa, without a blanket. You smiled at him gently shivering every now and then. You could hear him muttering something in his sleep.

"No- not- fault", he kept muttering, "ocean-give the". He started shivering a little more violently, and you could see his fingers start to fidget. You sighed and went over to his sleeping figure, and upon closer inspection you saw that his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.

"Baby?" You shook him gently, to which he groaned but still didn't open his eyes. "Channie wake up." You shook him more harshly this time. "Wh-what?" He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes and blinking up at you, as he usually did on the rare times that he fell asleep. "Baby were you having a nightmare?" You plopped down next to him on the couch and wrapped a blanket around both of you. As if it was a natural response, Chan wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your neck. "Just had a dream about the ocean." He mumbled into your neck. "Alright Mr Huggabear." You chuckled, feeling his breath on your neck, "How about we order something hmm?" Chan nodded, still not removing himself from the crook of your neck.

You picked up your phone and quietly tapped your fingers on it, ordering all of Chan's favourites, without him knowing, as he was still deep in your neck. "I'll pay." You heard him mumble, trying to stifle a yawn. "It's alright baby." You stroked his curly hair, "I already paid so you don't hav-"

The sound of the bell echoing through your house slightly startled you. Was the delivery man already here? That was certainly quick, you thought as you decided to give the delivery man a tip for his speed.

"I'll go darling. You sit." Chan finally got up, rubbing his eyes. You smiled up at Chan and got up anyways to turn the tv on, switching to the last episode of Hannibal.

"Uh baby?" You heard Chan call your name from across the house, "Paul's here!"

Paul was one of your many managers, the main one you could say. And yes, only ONE of your many managers, because a world class soloist has got to have atleast a hundred of them right?

"Hey Y/N!" Paul walked in casually, followed by some members of staff. You felt slightly uncomfortable having so many people in your house, but like a good Samaritan, you kept it in. Chan followed behind.

"Nice of you to drop in Paul." Chan smiled, "Please do sit down." Paul plopped down on the sofa opposite you as Chan sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "What can we do for you Paul?" You smiled gently. Paul brushed a hair out of his face and pulled out a paper, giving it to you. "So I got the schedule for your shows." Paul smiled brightly, "Tomorrow you'll be performing in Busan and for the next month-" "I'm sorry can we pause for a moment?" Chan's stern voice shut Paul up. "She can't perform." He took the paper from your hands, and gave it back to Paul, "She's on maternal leave you know that right?" Chan eyebrows were furrowed and anger was starting to creep up to his face. You put your hand on his, a weak attempt to calm him down.

"Now now-" Paul laughed awkwardly, "no need to get angry Mr Banhg. But this is entirely Y/N's buisness not yours." "Excuse me?"

You felt Chan visibly shake beside you. "Channie-" you whispered, in a vain attempt to calm him down. "This is my buisness, she's my wife incase you didn't know. And she just had a miscarriage, so could you atleast pretend to be sympathetic, you fucking Asshole?" Flames seemed to erupting from Chan, as Paul scoffed, looking offended. "Mr Bangh I really suggest you not use such language." "And I suggest you leave right now." Chan fired back, as you watched the scene unfold, not being able to do anything, "Tell PD Nim that she cannot perform and whe most certainly will not."

"Mr Bangh." Paul started, but Chan was quicker in his words. "Nothing you say will convince me to let her go so please I suggest you leave."

"Whatever." Paul scoffed, getting up along with the rest of the staff and swinging his bad over his shoulder. "When she loses her fans because of her laziness, don't tell me I didn't tell you so." You could have punched Paul right then and there and you were going to if Chan hadn't gotten to him quicker. The glass vase on the round table fell off and shattered noisily as Chan slammed Paul into a wall. You heard gasps from the rest of the staff members and you rushed over to Chan, holding him by his arm and whispering "let him go Channie he's not worth our time" into his ear. Chan begrudgingly let go of Paul who adjusted his collar quickly and scampered out the door, along with the staff. "Hey!" Chan called out to the last staff member who was about to leave. She turned around quickly and bowed to Chan. "Tell JYP that Y/N will be on a hiatus for the next three months and Bang Chan from Stray Kids will also be on hiatus for very related reasons. Put emphasis on the related. Got it?" The girl nodded frantically and rushed out the door.

"Chan" you sighed heavily, "Alright that slamming into the wall was hot, but what was the hiatus about?" Chan meekly smiled up at you, a total contrast to how he was five minutes ago. "You're not going anywhere nor are you doing anything related to performing in three months. You're staying at home and I'm feeding you chocolate and hugs and kisses until you die." You laughed heartily and plopped down onto the couch, getting the food that had magically appeared at the doorstep.

"I love you Channie." You rested your head on his shoulder, leaning into his warmth. "I love you too babygirl." Chan kissed your forehead, "More than you could ever know."

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[thenewblackcanvas]

I saw a video on twitter and now I can’t stop thinking about it with skz members:

Stroking his cock while you hold his head as he sucks your chest

Felix and Jisung would be the softest and most sensitive. You would run your fingers through his hair as you coo at him, the juxtaposition of your sweetness making him more sensitive to the feel of your hand on him. He would suck on your tits lost in the sensations and whine each time you teased his cock. He was a whimpering until he came while he grabbed your wrist tight to stop you from continuing. ‘Aww look at the mess my baby made’

Seungmin would love it but would be an asshole(affectionate) about it. He would love the comfort and the feeling but the minute he could get his bearings he would make it his mission to turn it around on you. He would suck harsh marks into your skin as he laughed and said lustful things to melt you but every now and then you would remind him who had control with a squeeze to his dick or speeding up to take his breath away. Right as he was about to cum you would pull your hand away and grab his wrists together so he couldn’t keep going. When his orgasm was gone he would look up at you with frustrated tears. ‘So cute, you thought you were in control, min.’

And of course Chan. I couldn’t leave out our leader. When he was stressed to his limit you would gesture for him to get comfortable with his head on your lap and let him clear his mind as you comforted him. You simply played with his hair or stroked his cheek until he started getting antsy. He probably didn’t even realize his arousal at first until you slid your hand into his pants. Gentle touches drove his brain further into retreat from all his stress. His whine at how hard he was made you fully grasp him. You stroked slowly at first building the euphoric feeling, leaning over to press kisses over his face. The more he moaned and whined you speed up, softly praising him in his ear. ‘You work so hard. You deserve to cum don’t you? Go ahead baby’

#I honestly think all the members would be into this but I thought of them first #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #felix smut #jisung smut #seungmin smut #seungmin x reader #felix x reader #jisung x reader #skz drabble #bang chan drabble #seungmin drabbles #felix drabble #jisung drabbles

[hyunsvngs]

been thinking of chan absolutely destroying your pussy whenever he gets angry. no breaks, overstimulation kink, biting (cause he freaky like that), and cum EVERYWHERE. I get the whole soft don thing with chan but sometimes I just want to be dominated and a cum filled, slutty mess all cause if his fat cock.

—cunty anon. cause I serve cunt all day every day 🫶🏾

BITCHHH I KNOWWWWW YOU SERVE CUNT AFTER THIS ASK!!!!

i completely WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE BTW. i love soft dom chan, but something about channie who uses you to destress. hnnfgg give me him

horse cock chan agenda too. it’s huge i fucking know it. he definitely would pull out, cum on you just to push back in and keep going… overstimulating himself AND you… and you’d just be moaning and whining, telling him it’s too much when he bites into your neck. he’d just smile at you, “too much? really?” and he’d go to pull out, then you’d be begging him to push back in. he’d fuck you DUMB DUMB i’m tellin u.

like seriously if ur not painted with cum by the end of it… get ready cos he’s going again. chan would have a BIGGGGG possessive streak in him especially when it comes to cumming all over you, marking you as his territory. maybe he’d even take some pics to keep on yet another lil harddrive <3

♡ juno

#juno’s asks ♡ #cunty anon #sweet baby anon #bang chan smut #bang chan drabble #asks: channie

[chanshoesunite]

Boyfriend material

YN loves spending time with Chan. He makes her feel happy, warm, protected. He is like a ray of sunshine that knows how to sing and bench press her body weight with ease. Chan loves spending time with YN. Her thirst for knowledge allows him to learn new things every day, and her sassy remarks to his anecdotes make him laugh. YN and Chan spend as much time together as possible – as friends.

That’s how it has always been. But lately, something else has been growing between them, something that is decidedly … more sensual. They have always been easily physical with each other, hugging tightly, cuddling on the couch. However these days, when a cuddle is in progress, YN wishes she could add a nibble to Chan’s collarbone or a lingering kiss to his pouty lips. She has the impression that Chan feels the same – but what if she is wrong? After much discussion with her besty, she decides that today is the day. She will make A Move.

They are watching a film and YN is in Chan's arms, as usual. She starts stroking her hand along his hoodie-clad arm, then abruptly sits up, one hand on his shoulder.

"What material is this?", she asks. "Don't tell me...it's boyfriend material?"

Chan blinks in confusion, then stares as at her as understanding dawns on him.

"Are you...asking me to be your boyfriend?"

"Only if the answer is ye–“

“YES. Yes of course! I have been trying to figure out how to tell you for ages!”

“Oh! Well then…kiss me, you big dummy!”

#author tortoise #the shortest of drabbles for hare's birthday #bang chan drabble #bang chan fanfic #bang chan x you #bang chan x yn #bang chan imagine #bang chan x reader #bangchan fluffy drabble #fluff

[vickyyoon]

Step-dad bang chan profile

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Paring: bang chan x fem!Reader

Genre : smut

C/w: smut, stepcest ( well technically no because he's till not married to your mom)

(Drabble)

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You came home from your dorms for Christmas to see your mother with a younger man, bang chan, he was your mother's boyfriend and soon they were getting married. There was no way this younger hottie was your mother's boyfriend.

From that day you couldn't help but admire him from afar, you didn't think he'd have feelings for your until the day he placed his hand on your thigh under the blanket during movie night with your mother.

You two secretly saw each other every night, and you found out he was a very horny man or maybe just for you.

You go do the laundries and he fucks you there, you go clean your room, he fucks you there, you go take a shower he sneaks in and fucks you there.He just can't keep his hands to himself.

His favorite place to fuck you is in the laundry room, because you can moan as much as you want and no one can hear you.

He's such a freak that he steals your underwear and jerks off on them sending you videos just to make you horny as well,

He likes to fuck you in the laundry room and forces you to keep his cum inside during dinner and watches you wiggle in your seat with your legs crossed, trying to keep his cum inside your pussy.

As much as a freak he is, he also loves you alot more than just sexually. He just doesn't show it but he often checks your carts to see what you want and and your latest interests on pintrest and often buy them for you without you asking for it.

He spoils you alot, he often gives you his card and take you out to 'father daughter dates' despite still being your mom's boyfriend.

When your mom scolds you for failing your exams or anything , you tend to be a bit sensitive and sometimes end up crying, he might defend you sometimes but other times he just comes in your room with a bucket of ice cream and hug you tight telling you it's OK.

He likes to back hug you alot, it might look suspicious to your mother but she thinks it's just him trying to get close to you and make you accept him as her future step dad.

He's also quiet possessive, he keeps an eye on your contact list and your mom thinks it's funny how he treats you like an actual daughter without actually knowing why he was doing this, he makes sure you don't wear too revealing clothes and pleads you to come home my 5 pm or 8pm, he always picks you up and you two end you coming home late because he get horny seeing you every time and probably fucks you in the car every time picking you up from parties.

But you wouldn't have an eye out for anyone because you have him, you didn't need any man when you had him, you really love him and would never do it but he has to keep his safety measures high just in case.

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You don't really want him to get married to your mother and have him to yourself but if your mom found out she would slash your throat with an axe.

You keep asking him to tell the truth but he knows your mother would never let you see him again if she find out. It felt very wrong and you felt extremely guilty for doing these behind your mother's back but hey, she's never been a caring mother to you, it was just you and your dad your whole life...

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