#bangchan drabble

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; chan x fem!reader, bonnie&clyde!au, criminal!au, 60′s!au, bank robbery, heavy use of tobacco, explicit language,weaponry, mentions of infidelity, manipulation, mentions of murder, mentions of reader being smaller than chan, mentions of religious beliefs, authorities, american style!au, death, implied su-cide. 

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; SMUT!! sex against a wall (lmao good warning there cherry), dom!chan x sub!fem!reader, angry sex, dry humping, degradation, blowjob, face fucking, rough sex, dacryphilia, choking, possessiveness, implied corruption kink, creampie, unprotected sex (be careful plz), piv, clitorial stimulation, orgasm (m/f), cum. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 5.9 k 

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; this was heavily inspired by both well bonnie and clyde but also “the serpent” because holy fuck i loved that serie so much 

also warning right; this is purely fiction and not meant to romanticise crime and i think it’s pretty obvious that i don’t know shit about how to rob a bank neither do i know anything about weapons,,, so take this with a grain of salt.

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18

It was love. Love had led you down this path and shattered the one you cared the most about, the one that held your hand, the one that promised to die for you. Silence filled your mind as you stroked his cold cheek, his eyes closed. 

Your partner in crime.

Bang Chan.

“Tonight, coming up on channel 4, the continuation of the Lagoons.”

You turned the knob on the car radio, the windows on the silver vauxhall viva rolled down, your hair fluttering in the light breeze that accompanied the summer heat. The voice on the radio got distorted as you shifted channels, the antenna on the car barely being able to pick up signal from how far out in the desolate area the two of you were.

“Who the fuck watches the lagoons?” you said, furrowing your eyebrows, searching for some funky tunes as Chan was driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting on his thigh. He laughed, the cigarette smoke whiffing over to you, burning at the tip and hanging out of the corner of his mouth. 

“Where we heading, sweet cakes?” he asked, cocking his eyebrows and checking himself out in the rearview mirror. You scoffed, adjusting the silk scarf around your head and reaching into the glove compartment of the light colored interior of the car, grabbing the half empty cigarette box. 

“Don’t call me that, I’m married” you say, the flicker of the metal zippo echoing, a purple flame igniting and burning the white end of the cigarette in your mouth, the orange part quickly stained by your lipstick. Chan smirked, casting a glance at you as you puffed, putting the lighter on the dashboard and leaning back against the leather seats, exhaling the smoke through the window as you observed the mountains that passed you, sweltering heat making your vision blur.

“And still you fuck me. What’s he good for? Cheating on you? You should just throw that ring away, I’ll buy you a new one”

The ring.

You and your ex-husband never officially divorced. You just packed up your things and left one night when he was out drinking, probably snogging a woman younger his age. The emerald ring that he once put on your finger held no meaning, it was simply for aesthetic now. Memorabilia from when life was worse, reminding you to always strive for something better. It was ironic, the way the sun shined on the emerald green symbolizes wealth and toxic jealousy. You couldn’t help but to feel jealous of the many young women he spent his nights with. You thought you had moved on but maybe you hadn’t since you refused to let go of the ring. Thank god you didn’t have his child or else you’d be tied down for life. You escaped at the right time. 

You didn’t answer Chan, simply staring out at the window. The car zoomed past with speed, there was no time for resting since you two were the infamous criminals that could be captured at any moment, it was still a miracle you were alive and well despite how many times you’ve been in open fire with the authorities. The two of you always managed and had each other in the end and the plethora of guns that were loaded in the trunk could buy you freedom for a little while. A gritty highway that never seemed to end, the tumbleweeds rolling about in the distance, he searched for a place you could rest since dusk would soon arrive. Life as a runaway couple had it’s ups and downs but the worst part of it was not knowing if you would survive another day, cops could just arrest you, rip you from your lover and lock you up like you were once before, writing love letters to Chan on a filthy piece of paper until you were bailed out by none other than your mother that you abandoned for him. They didn’t understand. He might be a criminal, stealing cars with his older brother since he admired his fancy lifestyle with hookers, expensive liquor and gold. He was so close until he stumbled up to you through a mutual friend and fell head over heels, he was too much of a hopeless romantic for him to be able to lead such a lifestyle. 

A big sign was ahead of you, a small red building inching closer to the two of you. Sure, it wasn’t the safest place, anyone could call the authorities on you but luckily telecommunications weren’t that advanced out here, most of the news being the ones you heard from between others lips. You two were simply a married couple whatever new village you infiltrated or at least that’s what people thought, the two of you were simply well-off, being able to afford the most expensive cigars and perfumes. The cigarette had burned down, almost meeting your plush lips that were covered in the latest lipstick. You threw it out the window, Chan had done the same moments prior. 

“What you say, hm? How about here for tonight?” he asked in a low voice, his hair slicked to the side, his jaw clenching as he rested his head on the headrest, looking at you with a quick glance with a smile. He always smiled when he gazed at you, it was almost a reflex. He was too smitten with love. You nodded, grabbing your oval sunglasses from the seat in between you and Chan, putting them on and observing yourself in the exterior mirror. Now you were ready for greetings with strangers, hiding behind your dark tinted shades.

The young man swerves onto the dusty driveway, the dust billowing from behind the car as stones flew everywhere, the car coming to a hasty halt. Your back bounced against the seat, removing your safety belt and opening the car door, stepping out with your shining red heels. The hotel seemed kinda small, perfect place for two sought-after criminals to hide. The building was a cherry red, tacky curtain in mustard yellow covering the chipped white window frames that held up the grimy glass panes. It lied in a remote place, being the only building as far as the eyes could see, beside the hotel there was a kiosk where one could buy the most basic necessities like bread, milk and cigarettes. As you were looking around the place, standing with your feet wide and your hand on your hip, Chan was busy unpacking the car. Not the weapons that were nicely hidden beneath a blanket but your two small briefcases containing nothing more than a couple of expensive clothes, makeup, a small notebook of your poems, a camera and photos of relatives. As you observed the mountainous landscape and dry land where cactuses made their home a small old man hurried out, dressed in a half-dingy suit and vest, the colorful tie being the main focus.

“Welcome welcome!” he says in a scurried voice. “Please, let me!” The old man shuffled over to Chan, grabbing the briefcases out of his grasp to which Chan bowed subtly in thankfulness. You and him followed the man inside through a lime green door and were greeted by the lobby that had a dark oak check-in counter, decorated with small trinkets of older times, a golden clock and small piles of paper. The man put down the bags in front of the desk, you casting a glance at Chan that was looking at the keys and the tags attached on the walls on small hooks.

“How long will you be staying for?” the man asked to which Chan hummed, looking at you before clearing his throat and answering - “Just one night”

“alrighty hmmm,,, then I’m guessing a double bed would suit your fancy? You do make a lovely couple indeed” he said with a smile, showing off his yellow stained teeth, years of coffee and tobacco. You smiled, clenching your jaw in frustration. 

“Thank you, which room exactly?” you said quickly, wanting the old man to hurry his actions. He looked back, exposing his half-balding grey head of hair and stretched for a pair of keys at the top, the keys jingling as he put them on the desk. 

“Room 4, it’s just here by the side. That will be 30 dollars” he said, writing something down on a piece of paper. Chan opened one of the luggages, quickly pulling out the needed amount and tips out from one of many wads of cash that were neatly tucked away between clothes and other products. He put the green bills on the desk to which the old man heightened his eyebrows, the generous tip falling to his liking. 

“Keep the change” Chan said with a smile, picking up the briefcases and heading to the room. You smiled at the old man as well, picking up the keys and turning to head over to your lover. 

You put the keys in the lock of the brittle wooden door, a small golden plate saying ‘4′ with a clear font. As the door opened you were met by a rather rustic room, the walls colored light blue and the bed frame the same wood as the door, murky white duvet covers on the bed. Luckily it was just one night.

Chan started packing up your belongings, mainly picking up a map of the area that he bought at a supermarket hours prior. He unfolded the bunt of paper, laying it flat on a vanity that had a round mirror attached in front. He placed his index finger harshly on a certain point on the map, his fingers clad in all kinds of rings with jewels. 

“Here we are, Johnsons motel, right?” You nodded at his question, him continuing talking in a firm voice. “So if we take this route tomorrow at around 9 am we should be there by 10:50 am which is perfect, we c-” You interrupted him mid sentence.

“Chan, you told me we weren’t gonna do this until next week, we have money!” you yelled, only then remembering that the walls are thin in such a matured building. He sighed, turning to gaze at you with dark eyes. He hated it when you contradicted him, it was almost like he was addicted to making you his slave and sure, he did take care of you whenever you were hurt due to his actions but he liked having you totally dependent on him, risking your life for him. The veins running down his arms got bolder, he moved the arm that was holding him up from the vanity instead standing right in front of you with a wide stance, his eyebrows heightened.

“What did you say?”

Your back hit the tasteless blue wallpaper as Chan walked towards you, trapping you between the wall and his muscular figure. A harsh gulp descended down your esophagus as you gazed intently into his hooded eyes, yours twinkling with mere innocence though you were far from innocent in the eyes of the public. He looked you up and down, almost swearing with his eyes, gliding his tongue against the inside of his cheek. 

“I said why can’t we just wait with that for a bit? We robbed multiple stores last week and we have money? I don’t see why you need to hurry so, like fuck s-”

“So you think money grows on trees? We do this together y/n and I could just leave you whenever, I’d just laugh seeing your ass trying to survive”

He leaned closer to your ear, his body pressed against yours. His hot breath lingered near you, tickling the shell of your ear.

“Or better yet I could kill you, no one needs a criminal” 

His voice vibrated through you, the deep tone scaring you but oddly turning you on, the heat pooling around your core, your panties sticking to the thin fabric of your panties. You burst into laughter, catching him off guard.

“You motherfucker” you said through your teeth, smiling brightly at him. 

“I don’t like this attitude you’re giving me y/n, I’m not joking with you” he said with a devilish smirk, moving away from your ear and staring into your soul. It was almost as if he stared through you, his jaw moving as he clenched it.

“Does it look like I’m joking?” your facial expressions turned serious in seconds, the smile wiping off your face. You looked him dead in the eyes, not even flinching when he smashed the rough palm of his hand on the wall next to your head, the loud sound echoing in the cool room, the slight humming of the air conditioner above the bed.

“No and you won’t be after I fuck you” 

You wanted to rile him up even more, get him so angry that he had no other choice but to pin you against the wall and stuff his cock so far down your leaking cunt that you’d alert the other guests around the motel, hearing how good Chan fucks you. 

“Hah,,, is that your only threat?” you chuckled mockingly, running your pointer finger up his toned chest, lifting up his head by his chin and flicking your finger off it, striking a jeering smile at him. His knee traveled up your leg, jabbing at your wet clothed entrance to which you accidentally moan, the gain of friction finally arriving when your core was burning with pure arousal as Chan spoke. With a gleaming look in your eyes you rubbed against his knee, his slightly cold hands wrapping around your neck, feeling your larynx bob when you swallow your spit, not breaking eye contact for a second. His lips landed on yours, pushing his knee against your sex causing you to moan into the kiss as you rolled your hips on the flat surface of his dress pants. Your lips pursed, teasingly biting his bottom lip as a sign that you needed him, his tongue slipping into your mouth and danced around with yours in a sloppy battle. Your hands fumbled with the big metal buckle of his belt, undoing it in desperation and unzipping the black pants that covered his bottom half. Chan grunted as you palmed him through his boxers, his erection begging to be freed from it’s clothed prison, you squeezed his member, massaging it in your hands to make his knees weak, make him beg for you but this time you would be begging for him as he placed removed his knee from your dripping cunt causing you to whine from the loss of contact. 

“C-chan, please I need you” you pleaded in a thin voice, lifting your head up as his kiss diverted to your neck, his rough lips leaving kiss after kiss on the sensitive skin, moving down to your exposed collarbones. 

“You’ll only get what you want if you do whatever I ask you to”

You nodded eagerly, putting your hands down his boxers and stroking his cock, Chan groaning against the skin of your neck near your ear, your earrings rattling. 

“Yes, I’ll do anything! J-just fuck me already” you whimpered, your hot cheek against the wall. 

“Then you follow your little ass to the bank tomorrow and do what you are told, understood?” His voice was deep, humming as he nibbled on your ear, giving it small kitten licks.

“And if I don’t?” You challenged him for a last time, stopping your slow strokes down the shaft of his twitching dick and removing your hands from his underwear and instead wrapping your arms around his waist. He scoffs, pulling back and looking you in the eyes, slowly putting his hand around your throat and tightening.

“I’ll choke you to death, you know I’ll get away with it” he said with a lifeless smirk. You nodded in pure fear, your eyes twinkling in the minimal light that came from the sun setting outside the dusty windows. Suddenly his hands grasp a handful of your hair, gripping it by the roots and shoving you down on your knees that land on the frangible floorboards with a thump. He harshly lets go of your hair in order to pull down his pants and underwear, his hard veiny cock springing free mere inches from your saliva coated lips. Chan gave his cock a couple of strokes before rubbing the crimson tip against your lips, hissing when you poke your tongue out, him smearing his precum against the surface of your wet tongue. You pursed your lips around him, slowly working your way down his shaft, taking a breath of air every time you pull away, licking the underside of his dick with fat stripes all the way from the base to the tip, flicking your tongue off. His big hands grabbed either side of your head, him thrusting inside your throat, not caring if you gagged, that just made him even more viscous, hearing your desperate moaning and seeing the spit run down your chin and neck covered in his marks. Your head bumped against the wall with every thrust, your nose pressing up against his abdomen as he was balls deep inside your mouth. Your eyes burned, tears teasing at your tear duct, a cold salty stream rolling down your cheek as he stopped, pulling out your mouth, you coughing violently. He swiped his thumb over your cheek, wiping the tear with one finger before grabbing you by the neck, lifting your head up and looking into your eyes as he inserted his dick in your mouth once again, your thick saliva making his cock glisten. His silent groans only made you helplessly rub your thighs together, eager to have him inside of you. Every moan that slipped from between his swollen lips made the blood rush south, not to mention his fierce eyes that were glued on you as he coldly fucked your skull, no hint of compassion. He stretched out your throat, the clear outline of his cock making its appearance on your esophagus as he went deeper, groaning as you felt him twitch inside your mouth. As the familiar sensation of a knot in his stomach descended upon him he pulled out, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your glistening lips before he was quick with his movements. 

It didn’t take much for Chan to throw you over his shoulder, legs thrashing and you squealing, telling him to put you down. He did but not in the way you expected, slamming you down on the plushy bed, a fine layer of dust swirling in the orange sunset that shined in. The impact caught you off guard, knocking the air out of your lungs. Chan climbed on top of you, his belt buckle touching your body as he hovered above you. You hastily shuffled upwards to the headboard, lifting your hips as you removed your brightly colored bell bottom pants revealing your panties that already had a wet stain decorating them, Chan chuckling as his thumb glided over the patch of wetness. 

“You’re so needy baby, all worked up from giving me a blowjob, huh? I can slip my cock into you so easily” he purred at you, his fingers hooking at the elastic band of your underwear, slipping them down to your ankles, you shimmying your foot out of the fabric and letting the panties dangle from your other foot as your spread your legs, Chan being in between them. He danced his fingers up the wet folds that presented themselves in front of him, you squirming at the slightest touch. 

“You think you have control, you think you can do anything without me? You’re wrong, without me you’re nothing” he growled at you, his fingers covered in your slick as he teased your clit, fingers rolling in circles as you clutched onto the covers, knuckles whitening. You hurried by taking off your top, throwing your bra somewhere in the same direction, exposing your hardened buds, Chan’s mouth watering. He did the same, momentarily losing contact with your wet cunt as he pulled off his shirt, his perfectly sculpted body surprising you every time, as if you hadn’t fucked him countless times before. Chan attached his lips to one of your nipples, the other one being fondled by his hand, the cold pure silver causing you to shiver. Your hands stroked his soft hair, twirling it between your fingers and softly whimpering. He left tiny marks all over your chest, his lips sucking and gently nibbling on your supple skin. When your entire chest was a mess of marks and spit he lifted your legs, leaning them against his wide sturdy shoulders as he teased your wet entrance, rubbing his tip against your folds causing your back to arch slightly, a long pitched mewl forcing its way out of your mouth. When he finally slipped his cock inside you he groaned at your tightness. 

“fuck y/n, you’re so tight no matter how much I fuck you” he said, leaning over you so that your legs almost touch your chest, planting one hand beside your neck as the other one choked you, the restriction of air making you lightheaded but only adding to the pleasure that burned at your core as he relentlessly fucked into your squelching cunt. Your feet dangled near his shoulders lifelessly as the sheer momentum of his thrusts made you move upwards on the bed, the bed frame creaking due to the age it carried, you hoped no one noticed what scandalous activities was going on this room but it was probably already too late as your moans turned into high pitched cries. Your hands folded over Chan’s wrist as you tried to stabilize yourself, it took every ounce of strength to not close your quivering thighs. His thrusts got faster, rolling his hips against yours as the hand around your neck loosed, a harsh slap landing across your tear stained cheek, his thumb dipping inside your mouth, you latching on instantly.

“Look at you, thinking you’re so tough. You’re weak, remember that” he said with a lifted smirk, asserting his dominance through his dark gaze. You nodded, feeding his ego even more as the hand around your neck tightened, making you lightheaded with arousal, his cock ramming into your tight cunt that begged for release just like you. Chan loved seeing you like this. All fucked out with drool hanging from the corners of your lips, your eyes rolling back into your skull as he vigorously made your world shake, going hard enough to make the bed squeak loudly, the headboard bumping into the wall with every thrust. You couldn’t form a single sentence, blabbering incoherent sentences with his name stringed into it, in your mind you made perfect sense but your hesitant lips didn’t do the same. 

“f-fuck!” you cried out, the even pace getting sloppier as the skin slapping sound grew louder, bouncing against the awfully colored walls of the shabby motel room. You squirmed around on the bed, flailing your arms as you desperately tried to grab onto either your lover or the flowery sheets, your efforts fruitless as you felt your orgasm approaching with wide strides as Chan started circling your swollen abused clit with the pad of the hand that wasn't forcefully holding onto your throat, making you swoon. You arched your back as you couldn’t hold on any longer, clenching around his cock with every ounce of perseverance. With weak legs you interlaced them, trapping him deeper inside you as the merciless fiddling with your bud made you let out a breathy broken moan, your tits bouncing with the movements. The male looked at the tears that rolled down your cheeks, adoring your bloodshot eyes. How he loved staring down at his prized possession. He had ruined a once innocent girl, made her his with the mere power of love and crime. 

He lulled his head back as he was dangerously close to his climax, drawing in a harsh breath from between his clenched teeth, the air cooling down in his mouth before warming up in his tobacco-stained lungs. He was sent over the edge with a final thrust that made your body jolt in excitement, his thumb now simply resting on your clit as all thoughts were wiped clean from his mind, his hot seed spilling into your cunt, unknowingly making you cum as your abdomen contracted, your teary eyes squinting together, not in pain but in pleasure. His cum painted the quivering walls of your sex, draping his body over yours as he panted, staying inside you to ensure every drop of cum was where it supposed to be. His lips were coated with a fine layer of saliva, two lips meeting in a loveable kiss. It might seem odd to others. That you love a man that only brings you down or uses you, at least that’s what it looked like from a different perspective but you were infatuated, maybe even obsessed. He made you famous and he took you under his wing when you fled from your scumbag of a husband. 

Now Chan was the only thing that mattered.

He pulled out, falling down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as his built back hit it. The cum dripped out of you slowly, hitting the sheets and staining them. You ruffled your hair before you stood up, cum running down your inner thigh as you made your way over to the shower. Chan instead crept down under the covers, staring up at the ceiling in a half lying position, casting glance at the dark oak bedside tables where a packet of cigarettes was left haphazardly along with your metal zippo, a gift from your dad that died in war. It was important to you, important enough to destroy you with smoke. Chan retrieved one of the deadly sticks from it’s pretty eye catching packaging and lit one end, inhaling the smoke. He put one hand beneath his head that was supported by the pillow as he other one momentarily removed the cigarette, flicking the ashes on the cold tile floor, the grey thick smoke spreading through the room, interlacing the bed sheets with it’s scent. The gentle tapping of the water on the bathroom floor calmed him, calmed him from knowing that tomorrow might be the last day he’s alive. Or maybe it’s you. 

Here you were again, getting into the sparkling clean car that was loaded with nothing more than a multitude of weaponry that many times wasn’t used against civilians, just to give a gentle reminder that you don’t fuck with the two of you unless you wanna get a bullet burned through your skull. If they ask for it they are gonna get it.

Chan loaded the suitcases into the truck where a blanket covered the weapons, the pile of murder machines looking innocent like this. The sand of the desert was blowing in your face, your long skirt flowing in the wind. Just because you were a criminal didn’t mean you had to dress out of fashion, the style was a part of it. You gazed out into the valleys of dust, the lonesome tumbleweeds drifting with the wind like a blind rat following the smell of musky cheese, not aware that it’s heading to it’s own death.

“Ready, sugarplum?” Chan said, wrapping his hand around your head and leaning it against his sturdy shoulder. 

“I was born ready” you whispered into the wuthering wind. He smiled but put on a serious face as you looked at him, before walking over to the passenger seat, opening the car door.

“Let’s do what we do best, darling.” you said with a bittersweet grin, sitting down and closing the door. 

The bank wasn’t too far away, that being that it was still in the same state since many other robberies required long car rides that was either filled with funky tunes or more cigarettes than you can count. This one wasn’t any different. His two hands were gripping the steering wheel as he drove faster than the speed limit, praying to whatever nonexistent god he had in his head that the police wouldn’t flash their red and blue sirens behind the vehicle. He probably prayed to the money. He often said that money did things not even god was able to do and there was truth in Chan’s words or maybe the both of you were too infatuated with the idea of money that you would go to any lengths just to get it. Just to smell the fresh dollar bills in your hands. The car was in complete silence, only the growling of the engine being heard. It was always scary heading to a new place, you never knew what would happen there. Maybe it’s the last time you witness your lover behind the steering wheel, the last time you feel the wind fluttering through you hair due to the rolled down window. Maybe it was the last time you would see the emerald green jewel reflecting it’s light as the sun bounced off the glossy surface of the stone. You denied your longing for your husband, beside all the cheating and drugs you were ready to stay with him but there was one thing that Chan could do better; love. 

You could tell how tense Chan was. The way he anxiously checked the rearview mirror and forcefully looked straight at the neverending road in the middle of nowhere. It was pretty apparent that this lifestyle was driving him mad, making all his nerves stand on the edge of his skin, paranoid to the bone. But there was no end in sight unless someone else put that end there. He was never gonna stop, go as far as he could and shoot for the stars. It was people like him, greedy people that life usually steered the wrong way and well,,, you were one of those as well, greedy for luxury even though the life you were living now was anything far from that. You turned to Chan, his one hand rested in his lap and you slowly reached over to grab it, rubbing your thumb over knuckles. His eyes momentarily diverted from the road to you, looking at your eyes that were focused on his slightly rough hands.

After what seemed like an eternity, Chan parked into the parking lot of the bank, the building being just as remotely placed as the motel. Perfect. The car was strategically placed near the road for easy escape if there would even be any required. As you stepped out of the car you opened the trunk, uncovering the multitude of weapons that lay beneath the blanket and passed Chan his favorite rifle, the M1918 Browning Rifle. You simply stuck to a revolver since you could hide it in your holster for when you needed two hands to grab the money and shove it into the burlap bag. 

There wasn’t much thought needed for the robberies that happened this far away from the city, the local police station was a good drive away so neither you or Chan worried too much but it was still a risk. The big wooden doors were slammed open by him, a shot up into the ceiling shattered a lamp and next second your ears were filled by the terrified screams of men, women and children. You didn’t hesitate your movements as you went up to the multiple receptionist desks where the women in neat uniforms were all kneeling on the floor. 

“Get the fuck up!” you yelled, jumping on the desk and pointing your gun at one of the girls, she looked rather young and innocent with her dark shaking pupils that wandered with pure fear. You yelled at her to open all the vaults, to which she complied not having any other choice than to get shot. Her hands quivered as she put the money in the bag, filling it up with valuable green bills that would promise you dreams. You glanced back at Chan that was pointing the rifle at the people that lied down on their stomachs with their hands on their head, the sound of a child's tears not even bothering him or his conscience. You held the gun to her head, lonesome tears streaming down her face as her legs were barely able to hold her up. A smile cracked on your crimson painted lips as the bag filled up, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your blood making you fly on the clouds, you could do whatever you wanted in this moment. You were free. 

Just as you were about to turn around, signaling to Chan that the mission was done you heard another gunshot that was foreign from the usual sounds of the weapons you carried. It didn’t sound like it came from inside the building. The second after you heard a window shatter, glass flying over the civilians that screamed in fear once again and then you heard a thump, a loud one. You looked over your shoulder and there he was, your lover with a bullet through his back, the puddle of sangria red blood spreading over the bright vinyl flooring. This was the sight you feared the most in the world and here it was, right in front of your naked eyes. You dropped the revolver you held in your dominant hand and rushed over to him as you heard a male voice over a megaphone from outside the building. 

“Civilians, exit the building immediately”

The crowd of people squeezed through the doors, fleeing to whatever corner they could or hiding behind the countless cop cars that flashed their colorful sirens. You dragged Chan’s head into your lap as you fell down in defeat, looking at his closed eyes and his face that turned a pale blue with hints of grey, he was cold to the touch and his blood stained your clothes as well as the floor, the dark red marks on the floor that lead to his body as you dragged him closer to you, cupping his cheek. Frigid tears rolled down your cheeks and accumulated on your chin before dripping down onto his face, coloring his lips with a clear sheen. 

He wasn’t gone, he simply couldn’t be. He was your Chan, the Chan that always got away no matter what. Nothing could stop the two of you, not a stupid bullet through his back. You shaked him as you sobbed loudly, your lips quivering as black streaks of mascara covered the supple valleys of your cheeks. 

“Chan! Chan, fuck!! Wake up!!” you yelled as you shook him vigorously but his lifeless body was limp in your arms, no sign of life to be seen. You hugged him closer, not feeling his heartbeat or lungs filling with air from this cursed place. He wasn’t gone, he was still here and he would wake up one day, you told yourself these lies because they are easier to believe than the cold hard truth. Your blood boiled with pure rage. Somebody had stopped your dream life, that someone being the law itself but no matter who it was it still stopped you and you never took no for an answer. Your empty lost gaze diverted to the loaded gun that lied only footsteps away from your cowered body.

“Exit the building, leave the weapons” you heard the voice call out from outside, the megaphone crackling and distorting the voice. 

What was better?

Dying in the hands of the authorities or dying in Chan’s arms?

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[luvrlixie]

been thinking a lot about sub chan who's into pet play and how cute he'd be in his headspace <33 like he'd be the most adorable pup ever and would be so obedient, doing anything to please you. he usually doesn't get to top (which is fine cause he probably prefers to just be overstimmed till he passes out.) BUT!!! when you do let him fuck you he'd be so excited!!!!!! he's so smiley and his thrusts are kinda sloppy and sporadic but also he's absolutely relentless like nothing is gonna slow him down,,, puppy just wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel <33

#i used to not understand the appeal of pet play #until i read a drabble w pup headspace chan #JDHDJSGSJSHHS #it just does something to ne #pup!chan enthusiasts please interact w me #chan x reader #sub!chan #bangchan drabble #chan smut #looks at my bio.. #💭-thirst.drabbles

[binxyu]

SHOW THEM

>>Pairing: Christopher Bang and Lee Felix (doms) and fem!reader (sub) | gamers!chan and felix x needy!reader

>>Word Count: 98

>>Genre: Drabble / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Polyamorous relationship, humiliation, degrading, overstimulation, and anal

“Boys. Boys”, you kept poking your boyfriends’ arms in hopes to get their attention off the videogame they were playing. Chan turned to look at you, completely furious. “If you want attention so badly then why don’t you show them why we can’t win now”, Felix suggested, looking at the mic sitting in front of them. Chan ripped off your clothes before you could say anything and the two relentlessly thrusted into both of your holes, your moans spilling out and the other players online could hear every single noise you made. They knew who you belonged to.

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[lithemochi]

[21:11] imagine late nights with the speakers' full volume playing one of his favorite songs. The moonlight illuminating into the studio, and the smell of his cologne created a haven for you. As he holds you, rocking back and front, Chan sings along to the melody. He kisses your head every once in a way to make you feel calm and protected.

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[jisungscaramel]

midnight kisses | chan 

You walked through the front door like you were any other patron at the hotel you definitely could not afford, nodding at the receptionist as you made your way to the elevator,

Despite the crowd of people outside with their fansigns, chanting to just get a little glimpse of their idol, even now in the dark of night,

But they wouldn’t. 

Chan had already entered the building through the back door, blending in with a group of busboys in all black. He made it way down the stairs to the basement - authorized personnel only - to get to the same elevator that would stop for you. 

This was how it was, and this is how it would always be, as far as you knew.

He smiled at you when you entered the elevator, and even though you returned the gesture, you stood on opposite sides, not saying a word. 

But then, the doors closed. 

In an instant, his body was pressed on yours against the metal railing that you instinctively gripped from the intensity of your conjoined lips.

Hunger. Desire. Desperation. 

All those feelings rushed through you like adrenaline, threatening to consume you with no notice. 

And then it was gone. 

The elevator stopped, and you were detached once more. 

He sighed as he stepped out, knowing there would be another detour if not more before he’d finally get some privacy with you. 

But that was just how it was, and that is how it would always be, as far as he knew. 

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[blluesiide]

[ 6:48 pm ]

You sigh in content, humming as you slump further into the lawn chair you're sitting in.

The sunset on the bay in front of you is one of the most beautiful and colorful you'd ever seen.

You peak over at Chan, who is admiring the view with the same amount of wonder.

You smile to yourself.

The weather is perfect, with the slightest chill.

You take it as the perfect opportunity as you scoot your chair even closer to Chans.

You hold your hand out, and he raises his eyebrows and blinks once as he looks first at your hand, then at you.

You nudge his shoulder with your own, "Indulge me?" You ask, a cheeky grin on your face.

He exhales shortly through his nose, dimples adorning his cheeks as the corners of his mouth turn upward.

He slots his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers together.

You give his hand a gentle squeeze, which he returns, and you feel a warmth in your chest as you note the pink tinge on his cheeks.

When the sun is set, Chan nudges you, and when you look up, he's much closer than you remember him being.

He leans forward, eyes on your lips and nose bumping into yours and then, "Indulge me?" He whispers.

You smile, tilting your chin upward as an invitation.

He takes the opportunity to close the gap.

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[bangchanmango]

Closer (chan imagine/drabble)

Genre: Smut + Angst + Fluff

Pairing: Bangchan + Reader

Imagine in which you and chan can’t be in a relationship but u pull some strings and try to make it work lol and yall fuck a lil issa lowkey FWB kinda vibe 

Word Count: 2,434 (shes kinda long i got carried away)

Turning over again on the opposite side of the bed with a huff you starred at your wall blankly. You’ve been in bed for 4 hours already and not the slightest bit of sleepiness had occurred. Your mind wandered back to the same thought it had been circulating these past few hours but you squinted your eyes shut attempting to erase that idea from your head. You pondered on it for a while longer, what could go wrong you’ve done this countless times but you always promised yourself you’d stop right after it was over. One more time couldn’t hurt if this was just a constant cycle. Reaching your epiphany, you jolted upright to the edge of the bed facing your nightstand and you grabbed your phone, your hands tingling as you searched your contacts. After 2 short rings he answered.

“hello?” his deep voice resounded from your ear sending small tingles all the way to the bottoms of your feet.

“channie..” you whispered, suddenly feeling small and embarrassed.

“hm?” he hummed back

“can you come sleep with me, I feel lonely” you pouted, the tingles in your body moving around in an uncontrollable speed as you waited for his answer though you knew what it would be.

He let out a small giggle through his nose before responding

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

After you two said your goodbyes and hung up, you sprung out of bed growing anxious as each second passed. You fiddled with your bedsheets, perfecting the pillows, You turned on your oil diffuser which released the soothing smell of lavender to the air, You quickly picked up the embarrassing amount of wrappers near your couch in the living room. Just as you closed the lid on the trashcan you heard the small melodic beeps from your door. He was here. Your heart took a violent dip down to your stomach as you watched the doorknob turn, the door slowly opening. Your heart taking the best of you, you ran towards the opening door and into his surprisingly open arms. He wrapped his hands around your waist while you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck taking in his scent.

“were you waiting for me at the door” he softly giggled leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“maybe” you smiled never loosing eye contact.

“I missed you.” He practically whispered onto your lips before he closed the empty space with his own lips.

The last time you saw chan was a few days ago, barely even a week had passed but it felt like it had been at least 3 months.

His hand caressed your jaw as the two of you kissed, his soft lips melting into yours. You felt him smile into the kiss and you gently pulled back looking into his brown eyes.

“what” you softly whispered staring back into his lips.

“you always taste like vanilla”

“is that a good thing” you smirked

“yeah but I always have to eat vanilla ice cream now to remind me of you”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up at his sudden compliment and he giggled.

“lets go to bed cutie, isn’t that why im here, to be your sleeping pill” he said grabbing your wrist and dragging you into your bedroom.

“I guess” you pouted.

Yeah you invited him here to help you sleep but you didn’t wanna sleep yet…he just got here you wanted to talk to him until you were sleepy.

He comfortably laid his backpack down by your bedside table and made his way into your bathroom in which you followed him. He was brushing his teeth.

“what” he asked after spitting out his mouthful of paste.

“what?”

“youre looking at me” he stuck the toothbrush back into his mouth and began brushing again

“oh I didn’t realize.”

You watched him proceed to wash his face as you were sat on the countertop waiting for him to be done. He dried off his face with the small towel and smiled at you.

“am I that interesting?”

“no I just like looking at you”

This time you noticed his cheeks turning into a dusty rose color.

“lets go” he quickly said and carried you bridal style from the countertop all the way to your bed. He then crawled into your pastel sheets and looked over to you waiting for you to follow suit. Once you were inside he wrapped his strong arms around you and you could’ve sworn he could hear your heart beating out of your chest.  The room was dark and silent now so you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. The only light was from your oil diffuser which changed colors every few seconds. After a few more moments of silence you heard chans soft breathing. Was he asleep already?

“no im not” he said.

“huh”

“im not asleep yet”

“did I say that outloud?” you gasped and he burst out laughing.

“no but I feel you looking at me”

“then look at me” you prompted and he did.

You both stared at each other for a small while but he pulled your face closer and begun to kiss you again almost the exact state in which you left off. The kiss was full of passion it was as if you two couldn’t keep your lips away from each other for more than a nanosecond. He shifted up into the headboard and pulled you up on top of him, he brushed the hair in your face away and wrapped it around your ear.

“beautiful I can kiss you forever.” He grabbed both your wrists and pulled your body to his proceeding to kiss you, his hands moving to your behind. Your hands massaged his fluffy curls and his squeezed your ass as the kiss got even deeper. You could feel his growing member beneath you as you were straddling him already. You kissed his bottom lip gently moving down his face to his neck careful not to leave any marks. You then pulled your shirt over your head leaving yourself in only your undergarments.  He followed your actions his hands only leaving your body to take off his own shirt exposing his toned body. You bit your lip and he giggled slowly unhooking your bra and letting it slide down to your elbows which caused him to groan.

“I cant believe we’ve seen each other naked already at least a million times but we always act like it’s the first” he kissed your cheek softly and you laughed.

“channie” you partly moaned as you were already grinding on his hardening member, “why do I always miss you so much”

He looked up into your eyes shutting his own tightly and letting out a deep breath before he opened his eyes again.

“I always miss you too, so fucken much” he hooked his thumbs into the band of your underwear controlling the movement of your hips. You hovered your hips over him and began to slide off your underwear. He bit his bottom lip watching you as he did the same. He guided you back onto his lap pulling you back in for a kiss.

“You’re the prettiest girl in the world.” His finger coiled around a lock of your hair starring deeply into your eyes causing you to blush again. Your hands travelled down his defined chest lovingly stroking every groove until you felt him twitch under you making you gasp.

“Sorry” He blushed

You circled your hips around earning a pained expression from him.

“Baby” He groaned placing his hand on one of your thighs and gripping onto it.

You then straddled yourself over his length slowly sinking into him, the both of you panting heavily. Chan held onto your hips slowly thrusting into you while you wrapped your arms around his neck. He peppered your face with kisses as well as leaving open mouthed kisses onto your shoulders.  You contributed moving your hips up and down matching his speed. Chan swirled his thumbs against the inside of your thighs making the hairs on your back stand up. He looked up into your eyes and smiled sweetly. You felt the pit in your stomach growing bigger as the thrusts increased in speed. He swiveled around inside of you causing you to loudly moan onto his lips.

“Deeper chan” you whispered into him and he kissed the tip of your nose in reply bringing your legs closer creating a position that allowed him to do as you pleased.

“fuck” he panted as you desperately rode yourself onto him.

“ohmygod just like that chan” you praised his slow yet deep thrusts that managed to take your breath away.

“im almost there baby” he shakily whispered. He grabbed your hips thrusting you into himself. You felt yourself fall into bliss as you felt your high quickly approaching holding onto chans shoulders to keep yourself upright.

“Chan” you cried out as you felt your release along with his warmth as well.

He quickly pulled you into a deep long kiss, the two of you still connected as you both rode out your highs. You remained with your hands on his shoulders and his around your waist.

“Damn.” Chan breathed .

“What?” You shyly giggled

“I love you”

You blinked back at him as he stared at you mesmerized.

“I’m gonna go shower, you wanna come?” You hopped off his lap and gathered fresh pieces of clothing from your drawers.

“I showered at the dorms before I came, im ok.”

“Ok ill be back then.” With that you left him alone for 20 minutes while you had a breakdown in the bathroom.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like him in fact you were in love with him too for quite a long time actually but why did that sentence when said outloud catch you so offguard then. After realizing you’d been in the bathroom too long you slowly stepped out quietly making your way back to the bed where Chan was waiting sitting upright scrolling through his phone.

“Your back” He smiled sweetly and put his phone back on your nightstand opening his arms waiting for your embrace. You complied, diving into his smooth bare chest your legs wrapping around one of his clothed legs. He laid down slowly bringing you down with him and you took your familiar position. Your head against his neck arms around his torso and both your legs intertwined while he stroked your hair. Normally you’d quickly fall asleep right away in this position but you were more awake than ever.

“I hate this” Chan broke the still silence after a menacing 5 minutes.

“Should I turn on some music or-

“No I hate this” His hands gestured in between both your bodies.

“what do you mean?” You questioned breaking away from his hold, sitting up to look at him.

“I hate us , you know?”

“Chan..what?” You asked in a small voice, afraid of what was gonna come next. You couldn’t lose him no matter what, even the mere thought of him not in your life made life seem like it wasn’t worth living.

“what are we?” He asked bitterly.

You stood silent.

“I hate that when we’re together all we do is have sex, don’t get me wrong I clearly love our sex, but I want more than that. I want to talk to you I want to know how your day was I want to go out with you I want to take you places introduce you to people I want to show you my music I want-“ he sighed, “I just want you to be with me.”

“You know that cant happen.”

“Yes I know that but cant we just do what we want for once. I mean this started out as us avoiding each other at all costs because we didn’t want to confront our feelings, then deciding to let each other be friends  but our feelings became too evident, now we express our feelings openly but only through sex.” He sighed again. “It first started lustful and needy but lately its been so passionate and intimate because there's no other way for us to get closer. I cant take it anymore I wanna show you that but with words with actions.”

You stood quiet as he bit his lip in frustration, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Chan, we can’t do this. You know that. we agreed we would keep it this way, it’s the best for us and everyone around us as well.”

“I know but I just love you too much I cant keep doing this im sorry but I really cant, it hurts me I feel like i'm taking advantage of you.”

“Then..what do you want?”

“I want you to be my girlfriend”

“Chris-

“I don’t care anymore I don’t care what anyone says or does I want you to be my girlfriend I’m tired of pleasing everyone. I want to do this, for us.”

You stared at him your heart heavy and sad yet still tingling because butterflies just never left you alone whenever you were with him. His glistening brown eyes filled with sadness tinged your heart making you want to burst out crying.

“Ok.”

“W-What? What do you mean ok?” His expression changed from devastation to hopeful.

“I’ll be your girlfriend.” You smiled.

“Really!!?” He exclaimed, standing on your mattress with his knees looking at you with wide eyes.

You nodded and he abruptly picked you up off the bed carrying you in his arms spinning around as he laughed. Once he stopped spinning he set you down on the floor and pulled you into his arms giving you a deep kiss. When he pulled back he looked at you his eyes almost twinkling despite the dim lights in the room.

“I love you Chan”

He smiled widely, his eyes turning into half-moons.

“I love you more my princess”

“Stooop” You giggled and fell onto the bed in embarrassment.

“What? Did you forget that now that you’re my girlfriend I get to call you baby all I want and you cant cringe anymore.” He climbed back onto the bed sitting next to you against the headboard putting his arm around you while you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Since when was that a rule??”

“I can call you princess, baby, babe, um babygirl-“

“chAN STOP.” You exclaimed and he laughed hysterically

“ok fine…baby” You swatted his arm away from you and sunk down into your sheets as Chan laughed at you.

Finally, the two of you were happy.

A/N

AHHHHHHHHHHH MY FIRST POST I HOPE YALL LIKE IT!! I WROTE THIS A WHILE AGO WHEN I WAS PROCRASTINATING DURING FINALS WEEK, IM ON SUMMER VACATION NOW AND IM PLANNING TO POST A LOT MORE IF U HAVE ANY REQUESTS PLSLPLS SUBMIT ANYTHING U WANT ME TO DO IT COULD BE IMAGINES REACTIONS ANYTHING IDC ILL WRITE ANYTHING IM JOBLESS. 

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[dingdonghun]

🌻

[3:40am]: The light from Chan's screen lights up the darkened room, signs of another sleepless, work filled night. Chan shifted his eyes to the love seat beside him where you were curled up, fast asleep. He knew it bothered you that he was always working by himself at night, but he had never thought that you would start to set up camp beside him each night, just to make sure he didn't get lonely. A soft smile spread across Chan's lips as your hand shifted in your sleep, resting on his thigh. An action of comfort for the both of you. He couldn't imagine how he got through his sleepless nights before he met you.

#I have been falling deep for Bangchan lately lmao oops #bangchan #chan #stray kids #stray kids drabble #stray kids imagine #bangchan drabble #bangchan imagine #chan imagine #chan drabble

[b0ycrush-blog1]

3 : 00 am

Chan couldn't fall asleep. He tried and tried but he just couldn't sleep . He rolled to his left and was met with your sleeping form. He couldn't understand how someone could look so peaceful and beautiful.

He softly traced your delacate features with the pads of his fingers. After another 10 minutes of this Chan soon felt his eyes drooping, struggling to stay open.

Before he knew it, he was sleeping just as peacefully.

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[gwynsapphire]

BANGCHAN and ABS

Bangchan x gn reader.

Pure fluff, established relationship, slight suggestive(?)

0.5k words

A/n: A short fic inspired by Chan's messages on Bubble😼 Likes, reblogs & feedbacks are very much appreciated!

Masterlist

You were on your stomach on the bed scrolling through your phone when you received a notification from Bubble.

Bangchan is online!

With a small smile, you clicked into Bubble to read what he just sent.

‘This is why I dislike being too pale…’

‘You can’t see muscle definition haha’

‘Should I get tan again? Haha’

‘Oh it’s probs cause of the stage lights’

‘If they use white lights of course you can’t see it properly…’

"Is everything... o..okay?" Chan squeaked out as he carefully gauged your reaction. Instead of giving him a verbal reply, you bent slightly and straight-up shoved your left hand underneath his shirt. You can tell he was caught off guard because he almost kicked you but was able to stop himself from doing so. You refrained from smirking.

The small smile dropped and was replaced with a frown, you climbed out of the bed and stormed towards Chan's working room.

Just this once, you gave a few knocks on the door and marched straight into his room without waiting for his response. To say Chan was startled by your sudden intrusion is an understatement because normally you will wait for him to give you the green light before entering the room.

His surprised expression morphed into a nervous expression when he saw the frown adorning your face. He offered you a nervous smile as you stormed toward him. Finally, you stood in front of him and stared at him for a good 10 seconds.

With a stoic expression, you looked him dead in the eyes. You wanted to laugh. You do. Oh, how you wished Chan and the rest of his members could see his facial expression. He looked just like a reindeer caught in headlights, his eyes wide and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down rapidly probably due to nervousness. You were close to breaking character and just showering him with tons of kisses instead.

Nope, I ain’t letting this slide just like this.

With that thought in mind, you clear your throat to force yourself to stay in character. Leaning closer to his face without breaking eye contact, you finally moved your hand to trace his toned abs and almost immediately, you witnessed the results of your actions. Chan shuddered at your action, his whole face became red and his eyes were actively avoiding yours.

Cute, you thought to yourself. He was shy but did nothing to remove your hand nor was he trying to push you away. Satisfied with his reaction, you remove your hand from him. You swore you heard a quiet whine from the seated man but you chose not to acknowledge it.

"They're defined and perfectly sculpted, we can see it clearly. Your costume was amazing and the performance was lit." You said everything in one go before pressing a kiss on his lips. He only managed to process the things you said after you left the room with a contented hum and little skips in your steps.

Hiding his red face behind both his palms, he mumbled something under his breath, "Jesus, you're gonna be the death of me one day."

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[chans-starlight]

[11:44] Your husband finally comes home, tired and exhausted from all the practice. He didn't think about anything else than getting a hot shower and getting into bed with you. instead he found himself standing behind you, fucking you hard.

His long dick inside you, making you a moaning mess. You looked so pathetic like the dolls he could play with, making him love every thrust in your little hole.

The sound of skin slapping together filled the room, together with your moans. His hard-hitting thrust, prices and naughty words he whispered into your ear made you feel aroused, so wet and ready to let him fuck your soul out of you.

Chan's moans were loud, knowing that even your neighbors could hear him. He brought you in a passionate kiss as his hand went down your body. Chan was losing all his control, the way your pretty eyes blinked at him. You were looking so innocent, so precious and fragile while he was fucking you hard. He groaned, feeling your tight hole around his big erection "Gosh you look so innocent i want to ruin you".

Bringing his head in the crook of your neck, giving you soft kisses. He could keep his hands or lips off you, marking you for the world to know who you belong to. He needed to fuck you, cover you with his scent, to tell the world, "She is mine. Stay away."

He squats and dips his dick in and out of you. Your eyes closed as he harshly pounded into you. He was like a wild animal, loving the heat.

He was seeing only red and he would stop only when he felt your walls tightly wrapped around him. Like an animal it was an instinct, natural reaction to push his erection in and out of you.

Hearing you moan underneath him made Chan feel so good. He often sacrifices his time just to love you, to make love with you. Seeing you moan, enjoying and being full of pleasure just because of him made Chan satisfied, lost in pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back, loving every single thrust he made. His erection perfectly hit the deepest part of you, making tons of whimpers and moans left your mouth.

You loved every move he made but you wanted more, to feel him deeper. Rolling your hips against him you let out a shaking moan, the friction was unbearable, full of passion and pleasure only Chan can make you feel. Two bodies moving together at a delightful pace, sinners in love.

His hand wrapped around your neck, cutting all your supply of the oxygen. Losing all contact with the world, His hand pulled away and you could breathe again. Gasping for air you never felt better, more alive and you encouraged him to do it again.

He roughly pulled you by your neck, accidentally hitting the mirror with your head but you didn't feel any pain, only the pleasure he was giving you.

Your eyes make contact with the mirror. Saliva running down by the corner of your mouth, eyes rolled back from all the pleasure. He only chuckled, making cold air hitting your neck "Eyes open. Keep them on the mirror, sweet things. I want you to watch me take you apart."

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[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; Chan x fem!reader, slight choking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it bitch), exhibitionism, clitoral stimulation, fingering, nicknames, thigh,,, rubbing?, nipple play, dirty talk, cum, orgasm (m/f), getting caught oop. 

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2,4 k 

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yes yes!! thank you anon!! this is my last request as well heh

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; another song that is very dear to my heart,,, although for a kinda sad reason but we wont get into that lmao- 

also i laughed while writing this because idk some of the descriptions are like,,, SO FUCKING WEIRD I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS

23. “Should I be quiet?” ; The Neighbourhood - Nervous

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

The small room was rather dark, only the moonlight reflecting it’s light through the window as the four walls were filled with small snores and the occasional turning of the blankets. That wasn’t coming from just your boyfriend that lied next to you in a peaceful slumber but the three other boys that had passed out in the room after watching a movie. You sighed, this wasn’t the most appropriate time to be needy but there was nothing you could do about it. No matter how much you turned and twisted the lewd thoughts stuck to your head like gum to the sole of a shoe. 

You looked at Chan, his slow breath tickled against your face, his face slightly puffy from all the snacks he ate before bed, his cheek squished against the pillow and you felt bad for thinking such sinful thoughts about him when he was right beside you. You scooted closer to him, unknowingly rubbing against his thigh and not letting your eyes divert from his face for even a split second, heart thumping at the thought that he could wake up at any moment. You let out a tiny whimper, biting your lip and coating it with a sheen of saliva, your face and ears heating up as the gain of friction between your clothed dripping cunt and his bare thigh got to you. Waking him up would just be mean, he worked so hard during the day so surely he deserved a good nights rest but at the same time,,, maybe he needed a way to relieve his stress? 

The sensation was just too good, you quickly stripped yourself from your pyjama pants, leaving you in Chan’s oversized shirt and your soaking panties that were sticking to your wet folds, a little patch of slick staining them. Before you knew it you were back to humping his leg like a desperate puppy, just a little longer and then you’ll stop and sleep like you were supposed to. Wrapping your arms around his torso you rolled your hips upwards, trying to aim all the pleasure towards your clit but not really succeeding, however it did still feel good, the bundle of nerves aching for more, aching for a touch. Frustration built up inside you as you could practically hear your heart beating in your ears from nervousness and arousal, you really didn’t want to wake him up.

“Please fuck me Channie~" you whispered weakly, hoping he didn’t hear it or anyone else in that room for that matter. You held one hand over your mouth as the pleasure got too intense, movements getting bolder as you grinded against his relaxed thigh, moving your hips from side to side sometimes and squirming around, your forehead creased, muscles on edge. Maybe the thrill turned you on even more? And even if this was good enough you craved more, maybe you wanted more thrill. You halted your movements before you poked him on the shoulder but got no response, him lying as still as a log, only his chest rising slowly, lungs filling with air. You sighed, there was no use you thought until he grunted lowly, stretching his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, you hurried to turn around, back against him as you shut your eyes tightly, pretending to sleep. 

“Baby?” he said in a deep raspy voice, confused as to what your whimpers from earlier were coming from. 

“Y-yeah?” you whispered back, turning back to him and acting sleepy, eyes half-closed. He chuckled slightly and you heightened your eyebrows in perplexity, wondering what he was smiling about.

“You know I heard everything?” he said, eyes still closed as he mumbled, his sly smirk still on his lifeless lips. Your eyes widened, your figure froze in shock, with a fake laugh you tried to cover up the situation.

“H-heard what? Did something happen?” you lied, caught off guard by his answer. 

“I don’t know,,, all I heard was someone asking to fuck me” he said, almost bursting into laughter as he opened his eyes slowly, seeing your priceless expression. You shy away from him, wanting to sink under the surface of the earth but just as you wanted to turn around and forget about every single thought in your mind you felt his warm hands traveling from your clothed chest to your abdomen and ultimately your cunt, hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties with fingers that inspect the soppiness between your legs. You moan at the sudden contact, pressing your thighs together.

“Shh,,, easy now, you’re so wet, hm? What were you thinking about?” he says lowly close to your ear, hot breath bouncing off the shell of your ear. You scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling, lifting your shoulder up to your ear and giggling slightly. Chan gives you a peck on the lips before his fingers explore more of your needy sex, his familliar hands lightly grazing your already swollen clit. He rubbed the bud in small circles with two fingers, your hands going down underneath the covers and grabbing his wrist as the speed increased, your breath hitching at the sensation that returned, the start of a deep feeling inside your core. 

“e-ehm,,, was thinking about,,, you making me feel good” you whimpered out, too shy to say anything more, your hair covering your face slightly from the way you squirmed around, the bed creaking occasionally. 

“Making you feel good? How did I do that?” he said with that grin on his face as if he didn’t know anything, sounding completely innocent despite the scandalous actions that were going on underneath the thin fabric of your panties. You let go of his wrist as he inserted two fingers into your hole, prodding them at your entrance and feeling you clench. It was time to get revenge, he couldn’t just gain pleasure from seeing you weak for him and so your hand gently palmed him through his underwear, earning an unexpected grunt from the boy. 

“w-with your dick” you answered to his question in lack of any other answer. His hips bucked against your hand, begging for more with his body and you complied, giving his cock a firm squeeze, moving your hands up from the base towards the tip, teasing it with your thumb. He was becoming rock solid in your hand, cock twitching in your grasp. You giggled, you weren’t the only needy one now. 

“Ah yeah? You sure you want to do this here babygirl?” he whispered back to you to which you nodded, his fingers plunging into your hole and curling up towards your g-spot, a well-known sensation spreading throughout your body, his slick-covered fingers playing with your clit again until your squirmed as he touched it directly causing you to flinch. He got on top of you, hovering mere inches from your face and after a long look into your lost moonlit eyes he attached his lips on yours, exhaling unsteadily as your tongues met almost immediately in a romantic daze. Your noses bumped against each other, Chan chuckling momentarily before setting an even pace with his tongue, your small whimpers blending into the sound of lips smacking against each other. Your hands that were previously cupping his cheeks descended down his chest, tugging on the thick band of his boxers but your arms not reaching far enough to pull them off. Your boyfriend smirked, breaking the kiss and moving away from you in order to strip himself from his underwear, leaving him completely exposed to you before he got on top of you again, pulling the covers over him. Before anything else happened you quickly shimmied out of your soaked panties, Chan’s hands lifting up your shirt, exposing the supple valleys of your tits, his hands fondling your boobs right away, thumbs swiping over the already erect nipples.  It felt oddly naughty to be doing this with three other boys in the room, being almost completely naked with Chan above you, his lips exploring your neck, leaving small kisses and marks as he nibbled on the skin. You whimpered, your hands tangled in his dark hair as you turned your head to the other side, granting him more access. He got even more worked up by your small sounds that dripped from your lips like sticky sweet honey, you wrapping your legs around his waist causing the base of his cock to press up against your hot cunt, pressing him closer to you because you were hungry for more, the slightest contact would do. Chan left a final kiss on your lips before grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your sopping entrance, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“a-are you ready, angel?” he murmured close to you, you humming a small yes as the tip of his cock glided against your wet folds, pushing in gently as you pressed your lips together, furrowing your eyebrows at the initial stretch, your tight cunt enveloping his cock between your velvety walls. He groaned at the feeling, pushing into you further and eventually bottoming out, now balls deep into your aching pussy. Your arms were around his head as he started to suck on your nipples, gently rolling his hips after you’ve adjusted to his size, no matter how much he fucked you, his size never failed to fill you up to the brim, making you scratch his back and leave it covered in red streaks.

“fuck,, you feel so good” you moaned a bit too loud, Chan looked up at you in panic, you slapping a hand over your mouth as you peeked at the boys that lied on a pile of cuddles close to you. 

“should I be quiet?” you whispered to which Chan nodded. 

“what kind of question is that? of course” he whispered back through a clenched jaw, his hips slamming into you faster and harder for each minute. You tried biting the inside of your cheek, your entire body jolting upwards and making the bed creek with every thrust, it was simply impossible to be quiet and neither could Chan that was slowly but surely losing his own pace, a vein on his neck popping out from the composure that was needed to keep quiet. He glanced at the boys that were lying completely still, only a small snore from one of them. You turned your head to the other side, your neck being exposed to him once again, his hand automatically wrapping around your neck snuggly, making the situation a thousand times hotter. Being choked and fucked by your hot boyfriend next to a pile of his friends? Hot.

The mattress moved as he thrusted into you, a slight squelching sound of your dripping cunt being audible to the two of you. You tried holding on to anything in your reach but finally settled for Chan’s back, digging your nails into his skin as you panted, sweat beading on his temples as his thrusts were getting harder, your tits bouncing in the same pace. 

“f-fuck, you drive me crazy y/n” he said, tightning the grasp around neck, you pressing the back of your head against the pillow as you clenched around him, a feeling burning in the pit of your core that was only getting closer. 

“Channie~ I love you” you whispered, clenching your teeth causing your words to sound almost violent but you meant it in the most loving way possible, he was yours and you were his. He chuckled silently, you seeing the outline of his soft facial features in the dimly lit room, he whispered it back to you, bending down and rubbing the tip of his nose against your sleepy cheeks before pressing a wet kiss near your ear, his hips repeatedly slamming against you and knocking the breath out of you. Your lips parted, a string of whispered pleas escaping them as you clawed at his back, clenching vigoursly and arching your back as your orgasm washed over you uncontrollably, knocking you completely dumb. There was something incredibly hot in seeing your scrunched erotic expression that sent Chan over the edge, your whimpers that were only getting louder and louder being the most beautiful sound in the earth to his ears. His thrusts got sloppier and uneven, pinning your legs to the bed and spreading them further causing you to squirm at the new aim he got, hitting that spot that almost hurt in overstimulation. Being quiet was completely thrown out the window. 

He pulled out of your hole, his cock glistening as he grabbed onto the shaft, stroking himself to completion. The hot cum spurted against your boobs in white ribbons, dripping down your heaving chest as you tried to stabilize your breath, your hands by either side of your head. He groaned as he milked himself from every ounce of cum, the angelic view of his lover being covered in his cum almost made him hard again. All energy was consumed from the sweaty boy that plopped down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as he lied down next to you, grabbing a pillow that had somehow fallen off the bed during the recent activities. He turned to you, you turned your head towards him and smiled before pressing a kiss on his lips, really not wanting to get up and clean up after his mess. You snuggled closer but were caught off guard when you heard a voice behind you.

“yah,,, Chan can really put it down” Changbin said in a deep voice, both you and Chan bolting up and watching the three boys that looked like they were still in a nice slumber. 

“you awake?” you asked, thinking that maybe Changbin talked in his sleep.

“we were all awake because how the fuck do you sleep when someone is moaning into your ear” Felix answered, still facing away from you, slurring his words, his mind still not functioning despite being conscious. You thought your heart sunk, in panic turning to Chan that was just as surprised as you, his ears turning bright red, despite it being so dark in the room you could still see how the skin tinged a pretty color of embarrassment. 

“I can’t wait until Hyunjin hears this tomorrow” Jeongin laughed, the other two boys joining in with his laughter, their eyes still closed and faces covered in sleepiness. 

That was the price of had to pay when having sex with your boyfriend beside his dormmates.

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[astralsweetness]

Sou're writing for stray kids now?! Omg omg, can you write something for Chris with hair-pulling and something like subspace? Or mentions of subspace idk I'm just excited!

I am indeed! Warnings: Hairpulling, mentioned subspace

Your fingers are laced tight through his hair, pulling his head back - when he swallows it's obvious, the delicate skin across his neck taut. You can see, through his lashes and half-lidded eyes, that his gaze is hazy and unfocused.

You're both silhouetted against the harsh glare from his computer screens, the rest of the studio dimly lit - time and time again you've scolded him for straining his eyes, but he never listens. Whatever helps his inspiration.

"You know I avoid doing this when I can, Chan. I don't like tearing you away from your work because I know it's literally your job." You let the silence linger after your statement, watch as he blinks slowly but doesn't respond. It's clear he's already starting to slip, no longer focused on anything but you and your instructions.

"But you need sleep. So we're going to go home, and I'm going to exhaust you, and when you can't orgasm anymore I'm going to clean you up while you finally doze off. Alright?" The hand of yours in his hair gently guides him into a nod, forcing him to agree non-verbally. He knows that isn't good enough but you allow him the time to slowly drift back to the surface, throat tight with need and want.

"Alright."

#subidolnet #bangchan x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bangchan smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #sub!bang chan #sub!bangchan #sub!stray kids #anonymous #ask #drabble game

[binxyu]

Chan found a less than appropriate video of you online and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold that camera. Not that it took long for him to find out…

>>Pairing: Christopher Bang (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!chan x camgirl!reader

>>Word Count: 6.1k

>>Genre: Oneshot / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks: Begging, corruption, creampie, crying, filmed pornography, fingering, hands, light dumblification, manhandling, mentions of choking, mentions of food, mentions of oral, praise, scratching, unprotected sex

Chan just knew it was you.

It was hard to just ignore the natural instinct that it was, but, even then, everything about that video was familiar. That was your hair cascading down the woman’s shoulders and your thighs spread open in front of the camera. He recognized the plaid skirt he was always beyond astonished by hunched up around your waist. It had lost its function and did practically nothing to cover the lace panties underneath. 

His mouth watered at the sight between your thigh-high sock covered thighs. Your wetness left little to the imagination as to what was hidden beneath the lace, soaking through the fabric and making it practically transparent. Your pussy looked so puffy and ready to be used. Chan had no doubt you had played with yourself prior and he wished he could have been the one to see it. To tell you what to do. 

Honestly, you were just down the hall and he could do that if he truly wanted to. Make you play with yourself again until you are squirming and begging to cum, maybe even some tears spilling down your cheeks in frustration. But, he also couldn’t do that. Not if he didn’t want to potentially ruin the friendship between both of you. You trusted him to live with you and he wouldn’t ruin that. Not without a particularly strong - almost painful - shove. 

So, instead, Chan sat on his bed, hand wrapped around his engorged erection in a weak attempt to control his urges as if you weren’t waiting there for him doors away. He was originally just looking for normal Twitter porn, scrolling endlessly until he found someone that looked remotely like you and imagined himself as the man fucking you. It was easier said than done simply because he had imagined making you feel good for so long that he knew that person wasn’t you. You wouldn’t sound like that. Your breasts didn’t look like that. Nothing about them was you.

But, this was you. Your gorgeous breasts waiting to be bit and sucked on as he held them with his big hands, feeling the weight of them. Your thighs waiting to be pinned down as he thrust himself inside of you. And your hands that could run through his hair as pleasure filled you up (or his cum). 

Chan snapped himself out of his intrusive thoughts, looking down to realize he was pumping himself so fast mid-trance that he had already came. His white seed covered his fist and his boxers that sat around his thighs. Chan groaned in frustration before his focus snapped back to the screen when he heard what he considered to be the most beautiful sound in the world. Your moan.

Apparently, he had been so long in his imagination that you had time to slip your panties to the side and slide two fingers into yourself. You were pumping them steadily as your other hand was busy working slow circles on your clit. Despite the lack of likelihood he’d use it, Chan made sure to remember that. Remember the pace you liked. Fast pumps but slow circles. Fast but slow. Rough but love-making. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum! Please let me cum!”, your back arched against the familiar black bed sheets on your bed. Chan found himself disregarding his own body and brought his hand back to his hardening - but still recovering - cock, stroking it up and down slowly. He wanted to cum with you, imagine filling you up instead of your small fingers. Imagine that you were begging him for permission rather than all of your followers watching that very same livestream. It was obvious your pleas were meant for the commenters based on the way you bucked your hips towards the camera in front of you. He could only imagine your eyes were trained on a computer behind it, reading all the comments flooding in.

Chan couldn’t stop himself before he was typing with his free hand. He typed ‘No, edge yourself for us. Then you can cum’. He didn’t actually expect his comment to be the one among many to stand out to you but apparently it did because your eyes lit up with something he had never seen. Something devilish within those typically angelic eyes. Maybe he stood out because he had donated so much money along with the request or maybe it was exactly the order you were looking for. 

Slowly you stopped your movements, whining desperately as your orgasm washed away as if it was never there to begin with. Chan stopped his own movements too, wanting to experience it all with you. Your clit was throbbing on the screen, obviously irritated that you had worked it so much just to not release. He watched as your chest rose up and down, trying to soothe your harsh breaths after you edged yourself. You just looked so pretty. So perfect.

Finally, your fingers dipped back into yourself. It was three this time and you scissor yourself open, giving Chan a clear view of your cunt. All he could do was imagine it was him there in place of your fingers as he wrapped his fist around his cock again, the cum from his previous orgasm lubricating the action. 

“Fuck, want to cum. Really want to cum”, you started moving your fingers faster and Chan realized he had never seen you like this. Desperate. Typically, he was the desperate one. Even if it was just asking you for help when it came to cooking or a specific task from work. You were beyond independent and found a way to do practically any task alone, but, with this, you wanted to be praised and watched. Want to know you’re doing well.

So, Chan answered. ‘Good girl, you can cum now. You’ve done so well’. As soon as it was sent in, your body started shaking. Your poor little body just couldn’t take the edging anymore and apparently his permission was all you needed because your fingers were soaked before Chan could even blink. His own orgasm joined yours, spilling over his hand and onto the bed sheets. 

Even with his hips bucking wildly into his hands, he just couldn’t stop as he watched your fingers come back out of you. They were glistening in the light with your juices. Now all Chan wanted was to suck on them, tasting you in the most lustful way. He betted that you tasted more delicious than anything he had had before. 

If only he could be in front of that camera too. He’d eat you out until you were crying and begging for him to let you cum. He’d let everyone know who you really belonged to as they watched you moan and plead beneath him. 

Chan’s hand stopped moving as an idea popped in his head. He was now staring at a blank screen since you had ended the video and thoughts of joining you one day was all he could think. Well, until he realized just what camera you were using. 

It was his camera. The one he recorded lives on or took with him for photography purposes. He had been wondering why it kept disappearing around the same time everyday. Originally, he had just thought you took it for photos of yourself (you had always had a knack for taking amazing photographs of yourself to post) for your social media. But, apparently, the reality was much more scandalous. 

Chan knew that it was his camera. It was the same level of quality and the volume of your voice was the same as his own in his videos. He just guessed that you definitely deleted the footage before you returned it to him since he had never seen them before now.

“Chan! I have your camera and I was wondering if you’ve seen my laptop?”, you softly knocked on his door and Chan’s head jerked to look at it, panic seeping in when he returned his gaze to his lower half. He was covered in his own sin and your laptop was sitting on his bed with your own porn video up. You were definitely not coming in yet.

“Hold on!”, he called back as he scrambled to get up, wincing when the bed screeched against the floor. He knew you were anything but stupid but, at this time, he hoped you were a little too dense to realize just why he couldn’t answer the door right away. Chan’s fluffy hair swayed back and forth in front of his eyes. Typically, he loved his longer hair but it was a nuisance at the time. It just needed to get out of his fucking way.

He grabbed a clean rag off of his bathroom counter and quickly wiped away the remnants of his session, the cloth becoming sticky in his grip. Rinsing it all off proved to be more difficult than he thought when all he could think about was how you were waiting for him on the other side of that door just minutes after you had filmed a video of you touching yourself. That he had watched. 

Chan pulled his boxers and gym shorts back up his legs and to his hips after he had wiped those off too, turning his waist around in different directions to inspect himself and make sure nothing was left over. Finally, he turned back to your laptop and cleared the history and tabs on it before shutting it down and closing it. As if nothing happened.

Chan had to laugh as he walked towards the door. You stole his camera to record your own masturbation session while he stole your laptop to watch said video. Apparently you two were more perverted than he had previously thought. Then again, it wasn’t exactly his fault that his computer had decided to stop working (probably due to similar searches that had brought him to you). 

“What’s so funny?”, you tilted your head cutely when Chan had finally opened his door and if he hadn’t just witnessed what he did then he would’ve continued being fooled by your innocent aura. You were just so kind and Chan knew you had never been in a relationship before. He wasn’t sure if it was because you just weren’t interested, liked being independent, or you were too busy for one. 

The thing is that it was none of those things. Chan didn’t know that at the time but the reason you turned down so many men was because they could never live up to the person you truly wanted.

The person that lived just down the hall from you.

“Oh nothing. Jisung just texted me a really funny joke”, Chan shrugged and looked you up and down before he could stop himself. It wasn’t new for you two to share clothes since you were so close but something about seeing you in basically only his shirt after what you just did set a fire within his stomach. A fire that just couldn’t be extinguished no matter the relationship you two seemed to have. 

“What was it? He really does have the funniest jokes”, you grinned as you handed the camera back to him. The small device felt oddly heavy in his hands. He could feel the weight of what it now symbolized to him. The devil inside of your angel. The hidden side of you.

Chan looked back up at you and realized he didn’t actually have a joke on the spot to tell you. He simply turned around and put the camera on his bedsheets before he grabbed your laptop and handed it to you. You hugged it to your chest as you patiently waited for his answer, your body rocking side to side on your feet. 

“You’ll have to ask him. It just isn’t as funny when I say them”, Chan chuckled with a shrug. He was looking for any escape but there was none. He’d have to get past you and that would seem rude.

“Ah, alright. Are you going to the studio tonight?”, you finally moved back and turned to go into the living room. Chan let out probably the longest sigh of relief ever and followed behind you, happy to have a little room to think things over. You were just so intoxicating that thinking wasn’t really his strong suit around you.

“Yeah, I need to work on the last song for the album”, he nodded, sitting on the opposite couch as you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He never sat that far from you. If anything, he was always smothering you with his head in your lap. He just loved the feeling of your hands going through his hair.

“Well, remember what I told you. Get back home early and get enough sleep. Oh, and I’ll pack you some food real quick”, there were many layers when it came to your personality. The layer that Chan saw the most. An almost motherly layer that took good care of him and any other people you cared for. Of course, there were other layers that were slowly showing. The teasing layer that made fun of him when he was stupid and called him out on his problems. The creative layer that helped him finish his songs and is able to figure out a solution to any issue that seems to come up. And, the most recent revelation, the devilish layer that didn’t care what others thought as long as you felt good. The layer that allowed for you to fulfill your wishes rather than focus on the wishes of others.

He liked that layer.

“Actually, want to come with me? I’m having a little trouble finishing this song”, Chan finally worked up the courage to ask after a small internal battle. He had a lot of those battles and it was slowly eating him alive. He wanted to be able to be with you without thinking about the possibility of going too far. 

“Sure! I’ll bring my laptop so I can work too while I help”, you grabbed some of the leftovers from the fridge and stuffed it into a lunchbox for him along with an ice pack. It was no secret that Chan wasn’t very good at house chores. So, you took care of most of those and he would take care of most of the rent. It wasn’t that you didn’t work. You were probably one of the most hardworking people Chan had ever met. He just didn’t see it fair for you to do all of that work and still have to pay for half of the rent. 

“Thank you”, Chan gently took the lunchbox and leaned forward before he could stop himself, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead like he always did. It was his way of showing thanks and love to you and your heart would always flutter painfully in your chest when he did it. It just felt so nice and comforting. 

“You're welcome. Ready to go?”, he put his finger up as a silent gesture to wait, walking back to his bedroom to grab that camera. He walked back out and you weren’t there. Your bedroom door was closed so he just assumed you were changing and he knew you would just assume that the camera would be for a live. 

But that’s not exactly what he had in mind.

The only sound in the studio was the typing from both of the computers. Every now and then, Chan would let you listen to what he had so far through the headphones. You’d tap your foot to the beat or make a brief suggestion to better it before you went to sit down and work again. 

You were still going through college courses as well as working as a product tester. It was actually a pretty interesting job and it did provide you with amazing problem-solving skills. There was always something that could be approved upon with products and, in a little more of a complex way, humans were just breathing products. Breathing issues.

But Chan’s issues weren’t really outside related. They were within him. In his rapidly beating heart, his memory, and his own personal butterflies massacring his stomach. 

They were within his love for you. 

“Song check, please”, he turned around in his chair, holding out the headphones to you. You looked up and nodded, getting up with no hesitation. If he wasn’t such a coward, Chan would just grab your hips and have you work on his lap. 

But, he just watched as you put those headphones on and started the song again, listening through carefully. In reality, Chan took these moments to watch you. To watch as your eyes lit up when you found a particular part you liked or how your hips swayed along with the rhythm. He found himself remembering that people fell in love. It wasn’t simply a feeling. It was a place.

You were his place. His home. 

“I love it. Everything is perfect. Do you have ideas for the lyrics?”, you hovered the headphones over his head and carefully placed them above his ears again. His hair looked like it wanted to fight against the restraint of them and it was wildly adorable to you. 

“I actually think I do. But, that’s a secret”, it wouldn’t be the first time one of his songs was about you. About those layers he loved. Whenever he looked at you, his mind ran wild with lyrics about just how much he adored you. About how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you.

“Professional as always, I see”, you joked, playfully ruffling his hair as if he was one of those dogs you petted at the park. Chan realized that maybe his favorite thing about you was that you didn’t try to burn out his flame of madness. You fed it. You blew on it and made it grow larger. You didn’t want him to be perfect or “normal”. You wanted him as he was. And he wanted you as you were.

You two fed each others’ flames. Maybe they even join together at times to make a more powerful fire. 

The only issue with fire is that, while it can be beautiful, it can be dangerous. It could offer warmth and protection but it could also offer destruction and pain. Chan was just simply hovering his hand over that flame. Whether he stuck his hand in was up to him. Whether he wanted to get a chance at finding happiness or getting burned was up to him.

“It’s not for a professional reason”, Chan looked up at you as he placed his big hands on your waist, drawing circles on the skin underneath your shirt there. His hands were cold against your warm skin and you wanted to just melt into a puddle. 

“What is the reason then?”, Chan couldn’t answer that. He was getting dangerously close to that fire, about to taste the pain of burning. His heart was going to be set aflame and there would be nothing he could do to stop it. No extinguisher for his emotional trauma. 

So, instead, he moved one of his hands and grabbed your own, intertwining them. You watched as he moved your hands towards his chest, pressing your palm against his thin shirt over his heart. You could feel the once steady beat pound harder and faster against his skin. You could even feel your own heart beating faster to match his. Synchronizing with one another. Your heart sang out for his.  

“I don’t understand”, Chan chuckled weakly and took a deep breath. Slowly, you realized just what that song you had listened to meant. While it had no lyrics and was really just the base for something much more beautiful, the beat was slow and heart wrenching and then fast-paced and fun. The two sides of the coin of love. It can be painful and beautiful. The only issue was that it was obvious Chan had been losing that coin toss for a while. 

“Me too”, you whispered and Chan could almost hear the relief in your voice. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that was losing that coin toss. Maybe you were hovering your hand over that flame longer than he had been. He’d never know.

“Can I?”, wait, there is something you have to tell him before you give in to the little devil on your shoulder that was telling you to smash your lips against his. He was waiting there for you, looking up at you with more warmth than you had ever seen before. So much admiration. 

“There’s something you should know. It’s not something I’m proud of but-”, Chan bursted out laughing and you just stood there, utterly confused. Did you look weird? Was there something on your face?

“That you’re a bit of a porn star? I know”, you had to stand there for a moment. You were honestly surprised that your mouth wasn’t hanging open in shock. How did he know? Did he fucking hear you? That’s so embarrassing-  

“I actually accidentally found your latest video”, Chan rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the camera sitting there on his desk. You never could’ve expected Chan to be one to find time to watch those kinds of things. It had never even dawned on you that he could find you easily. Your videos weren’t much of a secret anymore even if your face was never in them.

“And you still like me? I felt like that was a turn off for men”, your best friend shook his head quickly, pulling you over to sit on his lap. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you straddled him, being careful not to move and reveal that devilish layer itching beneath your skin. A layer that was only one movement away from ripping through and devouring you whole. 

Your videos were just a temporary solution to appease the most sinful parts of yourself. To stop yourself from doing things you may regret.

“If it was then you wouldn’t be making money, right? I actually find it really attractive. You look exquisite on video. Plus, it’s your body so do what you want with your body”, Chan’s veiny hands ran up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt up in the process. If he looked down then he could see how your panties stuck to your cunt. Or, even better, you weren’t wearing any at all. 

“I’ve never actually filmed with a partner before. Although, you know that. I never brought anyone over”, you giggled softly, finding it strangely ironic that you made those types of videos with barely any experience at all. It was all just with you. You had never had a body pressed against your own and controlling you. Never had a Chan to help with your needs.

“Want to change that?”, Chan smirked, grabbing the camera and teasingly waving it in front of your face. You gulped, trying to swallow back down your desires. To try to think a logical thought. That the lighting wasn’t right or that your friendship was too valuable. But how could you think such things when the man you truly loved was sitting below you, ready to own you in the most primal way possible. 

“Yeah, I want to change that”, you nodded surely, the devil finally ripping through your skin. Chan could see it happening. Your eyes got darker, hips grinding down against his. It was obvious all you cared about at that moment was pleasure. And if Chan’s way of getting it was through recording the moment you two meet then you were willing to do it.

“Lift it up then, babygirl”, you understood what he meant as he got the camera ready, his big hands fiddling with the buttons to turn it on. You lifted up your skirt, revealing the soft white cotton panties underneath. It was obvious you had gone for comfortable clothes after your previous video but Chan could care less. He didn’t want them on much longer anyways. 

“Ready?”, you looked up to see the camera pointed down to between your legs and you nodded, leaning in to press your lips to Chan’s. His lips were so soft and plump, molding into yours perfectly. The kiss was like fire coursing through your veins and Chan didn’t help the feeling when he gripped the back of your hair possessively with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his body. Your chest was pressed against his and all he wanted to do was push his hands underneath your shirt, feeling how hard your nipples got just from the contact his cold hands gave. Except, that would have to wait for another time. He just really needed you.

“Alright, it’s on now”, Chan pecked your lips before he turned the camera on, looking at the screen to make sure everything was in focus. It was and now all he wanted was to rip your panties off and film you as you rode him. The only issue with that is that you were a virgin and he wasn’t going to hurt you. You needed to be ready.

“Push them aside for me, okay?”, he gently instructed and you nodded, lifting your hips up to push your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. He ran his free hand along your slit, collecting your wetness with his fingers. Once the camera was focused on your pussy, Chan pushed one finger in slowly, making sure you were ready for more. The stretch was more than your own finger and you had to move your knees a little further apart but it was nothing unbearable. 

“More, princess?”, Chan tilted his head, listening intently to the sounds of your cunt sucking in his fingers. He could only hope the camera would pick up on such a beautiful sound. 

“Yes, please”, you nodded quickly, placing your hands on Chan’s broad shoulders for leverage as he pushed two more fingers into you, curling them to reach that special spot inside of you. Then, he started moving the fingers back and forth quickly, ramming into that spot over and over again as sparks ran down your spine each time that spot got hit. Your fingers could only ever barely reach that spot, brushing up against it needily. Chan’s fingers seemed to be able to go past it because the tips of his fingers were having no problem finding that spot. 

“Right there! Just keep doing it right there”, you whimpered, your nails digging into the soft skin of your best friend’s shoulders. Chan was sure he wouldn’t be able to go shirtless around anyone anytime soon but he could care less. He was finally meeting the devil he had fallen in love with just as much as the angel. It felt so good to finally experience both and to know that his feelings were returned.

Chan would’ve loved to watch you come undone all over his fingers but, right now, he just wanted to watch you bounce on his cock like he’s sure you’ve been dreaming of. Now that he thinks about it, you must’ve imagined him doing all those things to you that you did on camera. Just as he did during his masturbation sessions. 

“Sorry, princess. I want you to cream on my cock instead”, he grinned and pulled his fingers out right before your release was about to snap. You whined loudly and gripped his wrist, trying to bring his fingers back to their rightful place. Chan just shushed you and pointed to his belt, a clear order for you to take it off since his hands were busy holding the camera. You nodded obediently and fumbled with his belt buckle, making him chuckle as he watched you struggle.

Eventually, you got it off (you had no clue why Chan had decided to go with the tightest it could go) and pulled his jeans and boxers down, revealing the absolutely mouth-watering sight of his hard cock. You knew he had big dick energy but damn. You should’ve seen it coming from when you would joke around about him having a small one and he’d just laugh. A short little chuckle to hide all that was hiding inside his jeans. 

“Go at your own speed. I know it’s your first time and I don’t want to hurt you”, Chan’s free hand gently kneaded the skin of your hip, reassuring you that he would never be upset that you took your time. If anything, he wanted this to last forever. He had nowhere to be except inside of you.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you wrapped your hand around him. The fact that your hand couldn’t fit all the way around the base made your mouth water. You had always imagined what it would be like for him to be buried deep inside of you but now you’d finally get to experience it. He was going to be much better than any dildo you’ve used. You could already tell that.

“Can I kiss you while I do it?”, Chan almost cooed at how cute you looked. You were hovering above his cock and it was rubbing itself between your folds as you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt amazing to have your own slick coating his dick but Chan held his attention on how your eyes sparkled, shining with the hope that you’d be able to kiss him again. Maybe he wasn’t alone when he imagined what it would be like to have your lips pressed together. Maybe that kiss felt as good to you as it did to him. 

“Of course, babygirl”, he nodded firmly, cupping your cheek before he softly pressed his lips back against your’s, offering a sense of safety as you finally began to sink down on him. The tip slightly burned as it pushed through your entrance, stretching it much further than any toy you had used prior. Still, it would’ve hurt much worse if you weren’t so wet for him. The juices lubed him up enough to get further inside of you and Chan almost came right then and there when he saw the bulge within your stomach on the camera screen. He’d have to get your gorgeous moans in one of his songs, the video on a disc for him to watch whenever he wanted, and a shirt of his for you to wear for your next one. There has to be a next one. 

“Feel good?”, Chan cooed, watching as your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head once your butt finally landed on his thighs. He was all the way inside of you and watching Chan’s big hand press down on his bulge fondly made you whimper, desperately grinding your clit against his pelvic bone. You were already shaking and Chan moved his hand to your hip, gripping the skin underneath your skirt to help you move, controlling your speed in a way that would help him find what would make you let go of all of your sanity. That would make you think of just his cock and how good it was making you feel. 

“Mhm! It feels really good. Keep going that speed, please”, hearing that sweet melody of naughty and nice was perfect. The innocence of your manners and begging mixed with the instructions that you knew made you feel good. Chan could do nothing but obey, keeping his pace steady as he thrusted up into you. Your nails were practically ruining his shoulders at this point but the sting only reminded him that he was making you feel that good.

Plus, he had to look up and watch once he heard the sniffling, steady tears falling down your cheeks from the feelings rushing through you. Chan could tell it wasn’t due to pain. You always tend to cry from overwhelming emotions. Apparently that involved pleasure as well.

“Want to cum, princess? Gonna cum all over my cock like I wanted?”, Chan’s eyelids fluttered as he rested his head back against the chair, feeling his cock throb inside of you with the undenying need to fill you up and watch his cum spill down your thighs. You nodded quickly, moving your hands down to press against his chest. Chan could just tell you were barely holding onto reality, your hands your only way to stay sane as your pussy clenches around him.

Finally, the knot inside of you snapped apart and you came, leaking all over Chan’s cock and spilling out to stick to his thighs. Feeling you tighten up around him was enough for his own release to come and he started to spill himself inside of you, coating your walls in warm white. 

He watched with heavy breaths as sweat rolled down your thighs along with the mixture of cum, creating a beautifully nasty waterfall. Chan pecked your lips before he stopped filming, placing the camera on the desk once again. Both of his hands rubbed the skin of your sore thighs in slow circles, almost drawing on them as if he were lost in thought.

“You okay?”, he looked up at you, noticing how you had a small lopsided grin on your face. He was confused until you started giggling, your head falling forward to the point that your forehead rested against his shoulder. He couldn’t help but override his confusion with his own chuckling, lighthearted sounds that cut through the tension like a freshly sharpened knife. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. Although, I never thought I’d be doing this today”, you smiled, sitting up to softly kiss Chan’s forehead, a silent thanks for his concern. He almost melted from the feeling of your soft lips and your arms wrapping around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest. 

“Neither did I but I don’t regret it at all. Let’s get you laid down and you can rest. I’ll go get us some food if that’s okay?”, he spoke softly, his chest vibrating from his voice. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Chan’s hands cupped securely under your thighs to get up, walking you over to the couch you were previously sitting on. He cautiously laid you down and made sure you were comfortable before he draped his hoodie over you.

“That’s okay. Just come back quickly”, you nodded and Chan nodded back, pecking your lips before he was making his way out the door, closing it behind him. You were left alone to think about what just happened. If you regretted letting go like that. If you regretted letting him film you like that.

You didn’t. You felt safe more than anything.

Maybe it was the comforting smell of his hoodie around you or the way he checked up on you but something about Chan made you know he would never hurt you or break your trust. Your trust was his everything. He made that clear just through your friendship. 

Your eyes shut before you could stop them, relaxing your sore muscles against the firm furniture. Chan would always come back to you and that realization helped you fall asleep.

You didn’t know how long you had been out but when you woke up from the sound of rustling, your vision cleared up to see a vase of flowers and a plan B box sitting beside you on the coffee table, making you chuckle under your breath. 

“Takeout?”, you sat up and looked over at that same computer chair to see Chan sitting with a takeout box on his lap. His warm smile lit up the room and it seemed infectious, making energy spike through your body as you got up to get your food. 

“Takeout”, you nodded, taking the box away from him before you started walking towards the couch again. Chan shook his head with a grin, watching how your cute hips swayed as you walked. Then, his gaze wandered upwards, a thoughtful hum filling the air once his eyes were on your neck.

“What are you thinking about?”, you asked, tilting your head as he hummed again once you had turned back around. You took a bite of your food as you waited for his answer, stuffing your cheeks with the delicious fast food.

“Nothing much. Just how pretty my hands would look around your throat”, and you spit out your food. 

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[jisungscaramel]

[warning] explicit sexual content, exhibitionism

hands adhering to the balcony’s icy railing, sweat trailing down your chest, thrill infesting your body, you could hardly give a damn if somebody saw. your mind fixated on the searing sensation rippling through your core as chan explored you from the inside, eliciting an explicit inundation of your pleasure like a high tide.

'you're such a dirty girl, aren't you?' his voice drizzled through your ear canal like honey, making your knees go viscous. you wanted to answer but his senseless pace only did more to submerge your senses further, abdomen tensing into a tighter knot by the second every time he so salaciously struck the one spot where you were the most sensitive.

‘but you’re gonna cum all over my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?’

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[hwajeongmin]

bangchan | boyfriend

chan as your boyfriend

bangchan x reader

it feels like chan is the type of bf to give it all in the relationship. he’s so caring and cute and adorable and everything but he feels like THE caring type of bf

always making sure you’re okay and will notice if you’re uncomfortable or sad and need a little talk

“if you’re happy i’m happy”

back hugs when he gets home and you’re preparing some things for him

snuggles in bed and brings you close to him otherwise he can’t sleep properly

the type to give you head pats and forehead kisses, also pinches ur cheeks while smiling when you’re too cute cause he can’t handle it

the hyping type of bf

he’s so into it when you tell him you have a new hobby “i’m sure you’ll be super good at it honn”

always leaves cute voice messages whenever you don’t pick up the phone immediately. cutie

absolutely hates when you’re bringing urself down “you’re not allowed to talk about you this way”

he’s so involved with you

absolutely horrible at taking compliments libra stuffs

skinship; always need to have you close when he’s home, holding your hand, hugging you, playing with your hair

absolutely LOVES when you give him head massages when he’s taking a break from his work

loves how respectful of his job you are : letting him his space when he needs it and come comfort him and telling him to go to sleep when he’s staying too long in front of his computer at night

a gentleman : never lets you pay for your food when you guys are out “i’m your boyfriend, don’t argue with me”

takes pictures of you secretly and use them as wallpapers without you knowing

sings lullaby to you when you can’t sleep

not jealous when you talk with the members but if it’s a colleague he’ll pay attention

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the end! sorry this is my first time writing this format so it’s all over the place T-T i hope you liked it anyway<3 (sorry about any mistakes, english is not my first language)

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