Countdown to Chan’s Day 2021 ♡ (D-10)

Channie + Black & White

the kids: *do anything* chan: *ignores whatever he was working on just to watch them*

just two bros chilling (alternatively, that set in which chan says fucking shit)

Affliction

Paring: chan x fem!reader

Genre: Friends to lovers, college party

Warnings: Making out, nipple play, praise, dirty talk, 69, oral (f and m receiving), cum play, mentions of erections, squirting

Word count: 4.9k

Tagging: This idea couldn't have been made without j (@jsung01) so thank you for helping me come up with this and proof reading it for me :( Also tagging el (@spilledtee) bc she said was looking forward to it so here's the notification!

Summary: The party was fun, Chan was great company, but when Changbin accidentally spills a drink you and stains your clothes, Chan is reminded of his dirty little fantasies where you happen to be the main character.

You began to laugh, simultaneously taking a sip from your almost empty red cup as you heard Jisung tell his so-called ‘scary’ story.

“Jisung dude come on,” Changbin snickers, playfully hitting him on the chest, “that was one of the funniest stories I’ve ever heard. There really wasn’t anything scary about it at all.”

The other 5 boys nodded their heads in agreement with Changbin. To be fair, Jisung forgetting his clothes in the communal dryer and then remembering as he was halfway through cleaning himself in the communal shower, then running from one end of the campus to the other with nothing but a towel wrapped around him for the second time: it was hilarious. Scary for him, but nothing but amusement for you and his 5 other friends.

However, the storytelling was one of the least fascinating things that were happening. There was a variety of things to focus on: the blaring music, the array of cups on the kitchen counter, couples, throuples, foursomes, making out in almost every corner of Chan’s house. But the main thing that was taking up all of your concentration was how close he seemed to be to you at this current moment.

You were leaning, gently sitting on the edge of the coucharm, Chan sitting right next to you on a single chair, his ankle accidentally brushing against your lower leg every couple of seconds. Although it seemed like some kind of innocent mistake, you knew it was anything but that. You could feel his eyes lingering on you with every collision of skin, the sting of his gaze burning holes into the side of your face. You wanted to stare back, see that lustful stare that you had only seen a handful of times; but with other people. You had yet to experience it, personally that was. You turned to him for a brief moment instead, causing him to freeze for a moment, a friendly smile forming on his lips as you finally met his gaze. He took his foot away, crossing his legs as a sign of defeat, knowing very well that he had been caught.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course y/n,” he smiled, sending you a quick wink.

“Then why do you keep kicking my leg?”

He said nothing, eyes drifting to your lips for a brief moment, a flush of butterflies erupting in your stomach as your eyes followed his trail, but you ignored it.

“So,” you began, hurriedly trying to change the subject, “how was your first two weeks? I feel like I haven’t seen you much.”

“Oh it was all over the place,” he sighed, taking a small sip in between his sentences, “all my professors are really nice though, so I cannot complain.”

“Who wants a drink?”

Seeing as your cup was already empty, the call from Seungmin across the room refilling random cups was perfect timing. Jumping out of your seat, you turned to Chan, holding out your hand as if to give him your cup, cheerfully strolling into the kitchen, gently nudging Minho out of the way and filling the two cups to the brim.

“Woah, y/n,” he smirked, grabbing you by the hips, placing him in front of you and closer to the keg, “someone is eager to party tonight.”

“What can I say Minho, I’m a girl that likes to have fun.”

He gave you barely any time to speak before the hands that had been placed on your hips were spinning you around, enclosing you in the small space between the kitchen bench and his body. His lips curled into a smirk as his eyes traveled up and down your body, eventually bringing them back up to meet your own.

“You want to have fun, huh?”

“Of course,” you scoffed, unfazed by his, in what your mind, was a poor attempt at trying to win you over, “Who doesn’t want to have fun?”

“We can have fun right now”, Minho tilted his head as he knelt his body forwards, drawing dangerously close to yours. ”You want to get out of here?”

You rolled your eyes, breaking free from his grip and turning away from his gaze.

“Nice try, Minho,” you yelled at him as you began walking back to where your friends had been , “Only in your dreams!”

You didn't bother waiting for his response, chuckling to yourself as you walked up to Chan, who had a puzzled frown on his face when he saw your giddy smile.

“What was that about?”, he asked you, nodding towards the spot you walked from.

You glanced behind you. “Oh, that? Just Minho trying to get in my pants again, nothing new”

“Oh, that must be annoying,” he chuckled, a painful one as he hid his jealousy behind a hefty swig of alcohol.

Truth was, Chan was well aware of the scene that had just unfolded in front of his eyes. He saw the whole encounter, the reminder of his annoyance apparent once he looked down at his palms and noticed the crescent shaped marks left by his nails digging too far into his skin. Even Jisung had taken notice, putting his hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

He usually didn’t care who you spoke to, but Minho: Minho was another story. He had a strong disdain for the guy, especially due to his reputation that he had with other people. Using and discarding them like they were purely put in the earth for his and only his benefit. This was a minute detail, however, seeing as Minho wasn’t really involved much with Chan’s circle. He didn’t know what it was, but the idea of you ever having anything to do with the younger boy was infuriating. Not wanting to show said jealousy to you was integral to your friendship in Chan’s opinion. He still didn’t really know why he was so jealous anyway.

“It’s fine,” you sighed, quickly changing the subject. “I'm bored, do you want to go dance?”

“The fact that you even have to ask me speaks volumes about our friendship.”, Chan replied with a smile.

You shook your head, a placid smile on your lips as you stood up and took Chan’s wrist, beginning to mildly tug him to the living room dance floor. You began to giggle, but sadly you were interrupted, feeling something, more yet, someone clumsily hit your shoulder. Everything felt in slow motion for a minute, until you looked up and saw Changbin’s mouth open, two cups on the floor, and a wet patch covering your jeans.

“Changbin!”

“Fuck y/n, I’m so sorry, they just slipped out of my hand I-”

“It‘s fine dude,” Chan sighed, keeping his calm, friendly composure, “we know how clumsy you can be.”

You chuckled, admiring the way he was trying to make light of the situation.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

You nodded, following Chan upstairs to his bathroom. You were in luck, seeing as this was Chan’s house, he knew where everything was kept. Opening the cupboard in front of the vanity, you sighed, disappointed by the fact that your favorite pants were now ruined, sticky with alcohol and pure regret. You really should have worn the skirt that you originally planned to.

“Here, some paper towel,” he smiled, handing you the thin material, “do you need anything else?”

“You stood up from the edge of the counter top, looking down and seeing the wet patch coincidentally covering your crotch. A sudden heat came to your cheeks, feeling his gaze lingering in the same spot. The tension in the air had suddenly become thick, and you ripped the towel out of his hands, quickly turning around and attempting to clean yourself.

“Uhm,” he mumbled, “I’ll just be in my room, while you, uhm, help yourself. I’ll give you a pair of pants to change into when you're done.”

You ignored him, praying for him to leave the room sooner. He was making it so weird. It was just a stain that happened to be in an unfortunate place. You rolled your eyes, forgetting how immature your best friend could be sometimes. It was seriously just a wet patch.

You grunted, trying with maximum effort to dry yourself as much as possible before opening the bin and chucking it in. Ignoring your thoughts, you opened the door, striding down the hall and to the left: Chan’s room. You knocked on the door, hearing the faint ‘come in’ from the other side as you opened it slightly ajar, making sure Chan wasn’t doing anything… weird. Why would he be doing something weird? He was genuinely just waiting for you so he could help you wear dry, comfortable clothes; he was being a good friend.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw your friend sitting on the edge of his bed. The look on his face was odd. It wasn’t a smile, but it wasn’t a frown either. And why was he holding a pillow across his legs?

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you nodded, eyebrows now furrowed, “can I have that pair of new pants now?”

“Oh yeah sure,” he jittered, “they're just in my drawer.”

“Which one?”

The colour on his face began to drain. His legs shifted slightly. You had never seen him so stiff.

“Okay well, are you going to show me where?”

He looked at the floor, mumbling any barely coherent words comprehend.

“What?”

“I said, please don’t make me get up and show you.”

“Why not, I don’t know where they are, it is your wardrobe.”

He left you standing there. Not moving, not speaking, simply doing nothing. His stubbornness was making you frustrated, but it was when he moved the pillow against his groin slightly, that you noticed. The puzzle piece in your head was beginning to fit together, and create a perfect masterpiece.

“Why are you being so weird right now?”

“I’m not being weird,” he snapped, fixing his gaze on anywhere but your pants, “you’re being weird?”

“I am? You’re the one that’s acting like a robot right now. And why are you holding a pillow?”

He said nothing, again, making your frustration peak at a new high. Storming towards him, you gripped the pillow, giving him no time to react before you yanked it away, leaving him open, and extremely exposed.

“Y/n,” he yelled, now covering himself with his palms, “why did you do that!”

“Because,” you shrugged a smirk playing on your lips, “you were being really awkward. Now I know why.”

The chuckle on your lips was making him angry. This was so embarrassing for him. Being aroused over such a small thing. It was pathetic.

“Stop laughing,” he groaned, waving his hand in front of you, “it’s not funny.”

“I’m sorry,” you stumbled, gasping for air between each fit of laughter, “it’s just, how could you possibly have a boner right now?”

“Because of you.”

Your fit of joy came to a very sudden halt. Did you hear that correctly?

“Because of me?”

“Yes! Okay? Because of you, and because of that stupid stain on your pants.”

Your confusion was now at an all time peak. What the hell was he talking about? How could a gross beer stain make him so horny? It made no sense. You were distracted by your comedic enjoyment, completely unaware of how big his bulge truly was. Your eyes widened, cognitions solely focused on how much his cock was straining against his pants. Chan took notice, his arousal intensifying at the way you ogled him.

“You like what you see?”

“Uhm” you coughed, “I do, but what about me having a sticky stain on my pants, that obviously isn’t cum, get you so worked up like this?”

“It’s embarrassing,” he whined, tearing his eyes away from your intense gaze, “I don’t want to tell you.”

A sigh of annoyance escaped your lips. You did love him, but his stubbornness was something you wish you could slap him out of. You simply would not accept that as an answer, but there was a way you could get it out of him.

You took a couple of steps closer, inches away from him as you dropped to your knees, enjoying the choking gasp that was strangled from his lips as you became eye level with his raging erection. Placing either hand on his upper thighs, you sighed, pretending to be upset with your best friend.

“Come on baby,” you cooed, hands sliding closer and closer to his aching heat, “tell me, what’s got you so fired up right now?”

“I told you already,” he whined, momentarily moving away from you, “you.”

“Yeah, but,” you whispered, spreading his legs wide, “tell me more. Is this the first time you have thought of me like this?”

“Come on y/n, you know the answer, please don’t torture me like this.”

“Chan, come on,” you pouted, “you’re not making this any fun, don’t you want to have some fun?”

“Please,” he whined, feeling your index fingers barely brushing where he wanted you the most, “please suck me off.”

The forwardness of his statement took you back for a moment, subtracting your hands and looking up at him. His gaze was weak, but it was there. He kept them fixated on your pants. It didn’t matter anyway, the feeling of your hands softly rubbing over his still clothed cock was making you feel lightheaded.

“Is that what you want, baby?”

“Yes,” he hissed, no secondary thought coming to his mind, “I want you to suck my dick like you do to all those other guys.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, allowing his words to have maximum impact, “that would feel so nice.”

His voice, so dark and sultry, yet so needy and desperate was corrupting your thoughts entirely. Any prior hesitation you had about how this could change your friendship for the worst had dissipated. Every fiber of being wanted nothing more than to wrap your lips around his anguished cock. Make him beg the answer you so desperately needed out of him.

Your left hand moved to his zipper, right hand unbuttoning the single button one swift motion. The sound of each tooth from the zipper felt like an eternity to him.

“Faster please,” he whispered impatiently, “please y/n, faster.”

You truly wanted to take your time: you really did, but as soon as he lifted his hips and helped your slip of his pants, and you saw his throbbing member, all coherent thoughts of teasing and taking your time were gone. The fact that he was wearing no undergarments was so hot. Almost like he planned for something like this to happen.

He didn’t, but he was getting hornier the longer he went without being touched. His thoughts were all over the place. There were so many times that he sat in this exact spot, with you in this exact position so many times. He stroked himself off at his desire for him to have his cock all the way into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. The gags he pictured erupting and bubbling in your throat and spilling out of your lips had become so realistic. All of his fantasies he had created of you were basically brought to life. Chan truly thought that if he made his imagery of you participating in these filthy, naughty acts, they would satisfy his wants and needs, because he really thought that this would never happen. But it was happening right now, and my god, was he enjoying this 1000x times more than other erotic imaginations he once created.

You titled as close as you could to his shaft, coughing and parting your lips, letting a smooth line of saliva drip from your mouth, coating the tip of his slit, and causing his hips to jolt in anticipation. You continued your wet assault, pushing your tongue out flat as you licked a long, hard stripe up the backside of him.

“Fuck,” was all he could say, hands instinctively travelling to your scalp and interlocking anything he could hold onto.

You chuckled against him, finally letting yourself have a hint of how he tastes as you wrapped your lips around his tip. The hisses and groans that escaped his lips were nothing but music to your ears. The further you sunk onto him, the louder he became. You were sure someone from the party, oh yeah the party, could hear him; but you didn’t care. If anything, your excitement increased. The idea of someone, preferably one of Chan’s friends, hearing you make him feel this good was making you dizzy.

You began to take him in your mouth effortlessly, cheeks hollowing every time you reached the base of his cock. He pushed his hand in the back of your head, lightly thrusting his hips into your mouth, the gags that bubbled in your throat adding to his satisfaction to an even greater extent.

“Hmm,” you hummed, replacing your mouth with your hand to take a break, “is this how you pictured me?”

“Yes,” he grunted, looking down at you, “there’s so many things I want, you have no idea.”

You paused, taking your hand away from his cock, creeping onto the bed with your legs on either side of his hips. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled, your jeans hit the perfect angle against your heart and you pushed down onto him, fiercely grinding yourself against him.

“Hmmm,” you moaned, enjoying the gentle friction, “is that why you got so turned on by my pants?”

“Fuck,” he paused, gripping your hips and attempting to speed up the awfully slow pace you had set, “you don’t know what I wanna do to your right now.”

“Tell me,” you whispered, lips resting in the crook of his neck, “I’m dying to find out.”

“I want to make you feel so good y/n, you have no idea.”

“Fine,” you hissed, taking your head off his chest and looking into his eyes, then his lips. God his lips. So plump and ready to be attacked. You leaned forward, lip attaching to his as you began to move ferociously, a combination of moans and groans being shared amongst the two of you as things really began to heat up. There was so much passion, so much lust. So much want and need from the both of you, just as hungry as each other for the other’s desire.

Chan pulled away, admiring the heavy pants of your chest as he grabbed your hips, much firmer than before. He pushed you aside. Standing up, he lifted his shirt, exposing his bare body to you. You had seen him shirtless a million and one times before, but this time, it was different. You were seeing him in a whole new different light. He was always just your innocent little best friend. But now, he was the sexiest person you had ever laid your eyes on. His whole body was so toned, you couldn’t help it. Dipping your hands underneath your pants, past your panties, and into your folds was the only way to relieve the pent up stress you felt in your body at this current moment.

“You’re so hot,” he growled, following your actions in stroking himself, “does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you whimpered, bucking your hips against your own fingers, “can you touch me?”

“You want me to touch you, pretty girl?”

“Please.”

“Stand up.”

You need say no more, as Chan brought you to your feet, swiftly discarding you of any and every item of clothing you had on your body. The heat rose to your cheeks as it hit you that your body was now completely exposed to him. He made a step closer, digits bruising against your stomach as Chan searched your body. He let his hands roam, making your body shiver under his tender touch. You could feel yourself melting, body barely able to stand as he moved closer. He let his finger travel closer and closer to your chest, softly brushing over your nipple to test the waters. Your body shuddered against him, a sharp intake of air coming into your chest in response. A smirk appeared on Chan’s face. He loved the fact that such little effort made you into a mess.

“You wanna know what I want to do to you?”

You nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself from the lack of control you had over your vocal chords. He pressed a kiss to your lips, creating a trail across your jaw, down your neck, and back to your chest. He looked up at you once more, simultaneously capturing your left nipple in his mouth as you opened your mouth, eyebrows furrowed, and hands interlocking in his hair as he harshly sucked on the exposed skin.

“I want to,” he paused, pressing a kiss to your left nipple, “make you cum so hard,” he paused again, pressing a kiss to your right nipple, “that you’ll be shaking, begging me to stop.”

The color of his eyes had changed, nothing but black whirling inside of them as he grabbed you by your hips, setting himself down on the bed first. He turned your body around, leaving your ass in his face and his dick in front of yours.

Chan bit down on his bottom lip, hands on either side of your ass as he spread your cheeks, humming in satisfaction as he enjoyed the view. Yes, he was ogling, but you didn’t mind, especially since his cock was right in front of you. You sighed, leaning down and taking him into your mouth once more, another groan erupting from behind you as he bucked his hips, trying to get a view of him sucking his dick like he had pictured.

“Fuck,” he spat, spreading your folds with this middle and index finger, “you’re so good at that baby, fuck!”

A hum of satisfaction came from your lips, your chest feeling warm at such a nice, gentle praise. The contrast between the sweet words, and the indecent acts that you were fulfilling.

You became lost in your sexual thoughts, eyes fluttering shut as you enjoyed feeding into Chan's pleasure. His cock was also super nice to suck on. Just like a lollipop. You were truly in your element, that is, until you felt a wet substance. His noises were consistent, becoming slightly muffled as he pushed his fingers into his mouth, drowning them with his own substance as he painted a line down your core, prodding them at your extremely aroused entrance.

“Hmhm,” you whined, choking on his length. You took him out of your mouth for a moment, substituting your hand as you let out a loud moan.

“C-chan, that feels so good.”

“You like that baby?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, digging your hips into his fingers in any attempt to increase the friction, “so good baby.”

Your useless whimper was enough to send him into a buzz. He stuck out his tongue, aggressively attacking your pussy, teeth brushing against your bundle of nerves as you continued to rock against him. The moans, which were minor pants before, became an endless string of noise, the pleasure becoming immense the longer he kept his tongue against your clit. The gratification you were receiving from Chan’s minimal, yet extremely skilful kitten licks on your clit was so much, it was becoming hard to keep steady on his cock. You took your lips away once again, this time, pumping him hard with your left hand, your right hand gently massaging his balls as you saw his legs shake, committing to the desired impact you wanted to have on him.

“Oh shit,” he whispered, pushing two fingers into you, “you’re gonna make me cum right now if you keep doing that.”

“You’re close already huh?”

“Yes,” he growled, barely giving you time to respond, “don’t stop.”

His words motivated you greatly. You kept your hand on his balls, mouth now hollowed and returning to his tip. You began to suck, extremely harsh, wallowing and tracing his slit back and forth. The action caused him to jerk into your mouth; but you weren’t having any of that. Moving your grip to his sides, you giggled, pushing his hips aggressively against the bed. The last thing you needed was him helping you reach his high. You wanted to do this on your own, show him the good girl you really were and make him cum solely based on your skills.

“Oh fuck,” he whimpered, “I’m so close y/n.”

“Cum then.”

Chan said your name over and over, any and all vulnerability being exposed as his stomach coiled against your chest, legs shaking as his substance of the highest arousal coated your lips. You smiled, enjoying the taste of his orgasm that you brought him to smother you. You took a finger to your lips, sucking on them with no question.

“Hmm,” you purred, “all that pineapple juice you drink truly pays off sometimes huh?”

“Of course it does.”

You lifted your leg up, attempting to climb off the bed and stand up, but you were interrupted by a delightful surprise, Chan nipped at your ankle, hooking his arm around it as he brought you back to your original position.

“We’re not done yet pretty girl,” he growled, “turn around.”

You did as he said, his eyes now in line with your core. Hooking his arms around your knees, you gasped, taken aback by the brute force he used to bring you to his lips. You looked down at him, the look of eagerness in his eyes making your clit tingle in anticipation.

“You wanna know why your pants made me so wet?”

“Yes.”

His finger plunged into your folds once more, soothingly massaging your knub as you let out a ferocious moan in response to his attack.

“Because princess, I want to make you cum so hard, you’re squirting all over me.”

He attacked again, giving you no time to respond as he situated his palms across your chest, flicking your nipples mercilessly, lips basically suctioned onto your clit as your body jerked in response. Your head was thrown back, eyes shut tightly, as you began to lightly rock back and forth on this tongue.

“Oh fuck,” was all you could say, followed by his name in different high pitched whimpers, “Chan.”

He hummed against you, the vibrations doing wonders through your body. The knot in your stomach was forming very abruptly, becoming together with each millisecond as Chan continued his rough, yet very highly skilled blitz on you. Your head was feeling drowsy, your jaw was open wide, hips were becoming sporadic. Everything was leading perfectly to the moment you’ve been waiting for. The build up had become so intense within a small period of time, and Chan being relentless with your body was not helping.

“Right there,” you gasped, looking down to see the edge of his tongue inside of your whole, “oh my god right there please baby don’t stop.”

The begs and pleads of mercy that escaped your lips every few seconds truly was music to his ears. He wanted to stop every second moment, fill your mind with the dirtiest of words and humiliate you, but you were already too far gone, and he would feel guilty in some way if he didn’t give you what you wanted.

Your legs were beginning to shake. Your hair was disheveled, your own hands tugging at the roots as you slid yourself farther and farther down onto his tongue, letting him fuck the shit out of you with his mouth.

“Chan please,” you moaned, becoming completely lost in the pleasure, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me then,” he paused, reattaching his lips to your clit, “I want to see how good I make you feel.”

Your breaths were already extremely heavy, a soft grunt coming from your lips. Everything had suddenly become so overwhelming. He could tell you were feeling it too. The way your face was flushed, and the perspiration that had gathered across the sleekness of your collarbone; it made him want to go even harder. His tongue was now moving at an ultra fast pace. His change in tempo made you scream a little, unaware that it was humanly possible to do something as good as this. It was enough to finally take you over the edge.

Your body became numb, hips gently curling around Chan’s tongue as he let you ride out your high, the excess stimulation making your body completely shut down. You collapsed on top of him, completely unaware of doing so. Your vision had become blurred, and all you could feel now was lying beside him, hands enveloping you into a warm embrace. You looked over at him, your face turning into a state of shock when you saw the mass liquid glistening across his entire chin.You lifted a hand, trying to clean it off of his face, and save yourself the embarrassment and reminder that it was Chan, your best friend, who had brought you to such a distraught state. Over an accidental beer stain.

“Oh shit, I wanna say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.”

“Don’t be sorry y/n,” he smirked, “that’s exactly the response I was looking for.”

‘Every single one of them, down to the last drops left on my fingertips.’ - 말할 수 없는 비밀, Stray Kids

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Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.271

Warnings: mature content, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!Chan

Summary: Chan challenged you to go five days without an orgasm. Will you be able to do it?

Days: 1, 2

Going to a friend's house in the middle of the week was not usual, but you wouldn't lose the chance to spend time with them when they finally had some free time. The plan was to go to Jisung's house, have dinner, some drinks, and a lot of fun. You were doing your make-up, already wearing the outfit you chose. You were wearing a black silk dress that accentuated your curves. It also showed a little bit of cleavage, but not too much since the dress was already pretty short. It was a cold night, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. Chan wasn't the only one able to tease someone. "Baby, did you see m-" Chan said, opening the door of the bathroom. He stopped when he looked at you. "...Wow." You turned around, smiling at him. He looked at you up and down, shamelessly eating you out with his eyes. "Do you like it?" "Yes. You look amazing. As always." You chuckled. "Thank you, love." You went back to putting on your make-up. Chan stayed by the door, looking at you. "What?" you asked. "Nothing. Just checking you out." You rolled your eyes. "Go get ready, we have to leave in twenty minutes." You pushed him out of the bathroom as you spoke. Jisung didn't live far away from your house, so you got there in less than thirty minutes. Jeongin and Hyunjin were already there. Seungmin was also there, with his new girlfriend. Changbin, Felix, and Minho were at the supermarket buying more alcohol and food. After greeting everyone, you went to the kitchen with Chan to grab a drink. You decided to drink just a beer since you were not in the mood to drink something heavier. Chan also got a beer. Everyone was chatting, talking about their news and plans. When the rest of the boys arrived, everyone gathered around the table to eat. The boys bought Chinese food, and you were excited since it has been a while since the last time you ate it. "So how did you guys met each other?" you asked Khloe, Seungmin's girlfriend. "He asked for my number when he saw me in the library of our school." "Something tells me that he wasn't going to the library to study," Hyunjin joked. Seungmin laughed, his face getting red. Chan was sitting in front of you instead of sitting by your side. He was engaged in work talk with Changbin and Jisung, so he wasn't paying attention to what was going on. Suddenly, you had a dirty thought in mind. You grabbed your fork and dropped it on the floor, next to Chan. "Baby?" you said, touching his hand to get his attention. "Yes, love?" he looked at you with attentive eyes. "Can you grab my fork, please? It fell next to you." Chan looked down, looking for your fork. When he found it, he went under the table to grab it. That's when you decided to put your plan into action. You had your legs crossed, your short, short dress barely covering your thighs. You slowly uncrossed your legs, opening them and exposing yourself to Chan. You weren't wearing underwear, so he was able to see everything. You closed your legs again, and Chan got up with your fork in hand. "I'm gonna get another one for you since this one fell on the floor," Chan said. He had a serious expression, and you couldn't stop the grin that spread on your face. Chan sat down again, handing you the fork. "Thank you, darling," you said, with a smug smile. A few minutes went by, and you started to ask yourself if Chan actually saw something or not. He looked serious, even a little angry, but he didn't say anything. Suddenly, he got up, answering a call. At this point, most of the people dispersed around the house, so there was a lot of noise. Chan walked away, leaving the kitchen. A minute later, you got a message on your phone. Chan, 22:58: Meet me in the bathroom upstairs, now. You swallowed hard. You told Khloe that you had to go to the bathroom and left. With every step you took, you felt your heart beating faster. You stopped in front of the bathroom door, taking a deep breath. You knocked. Chan opened the door, looking at you with dark eyes. He grabbed your arm, pulling you inside of the bathroom, and slammed you against the door after closing it. He grabbed your arms, putting them over your head, pressing his body against yours. You could feel his boner in his pants. "Do you like to walk around like a little slut, huh?" he asked. You chuckled. "Answer me." "Yes, yes I do," you whispered. Chan pressed his boner right into your clit, making you whine. "Maybe I should fuck you right here to show you who the fuck you belong to." "Yes, please,." You hated yourself for begging but seeing Chan like that turned you on so much. He turned you around, slamming you against the bathroom cabinet. He raised your dress, slapping your ass and making you gasp. After lowering his pants, Chan wasted no time. He penetrated you hard and deep. "Oh, fuck," you moaned, rolling your eyes. He held your face up. "Look at the mirror. I want you to watch as I fuck your pussy." You didn't have time to answer because Chan started to pound on you, stuffing you up. Incoherent words left your lips as you tried to take every thrust. Chan played with your clit, making every effort he could to get you close to the edge. He grabbed your neck, pulling your body close to his, making his dick go even deeper. "Are you getting close, baby?" "Y-yeah," you barely managed to say. "Don't forget that you are not allowed to cum, slut." You bit your lips. You completely forgot about the bet. "I'm gonna cum inside of your little pussy. Do you want my cum, baby?" Chan's voice was getting weaker as he was getting close. "Yes, daddy, please. Fill me up." It was all he needed. Chan came inside of you, moaning in your ear. You almost lost the bet as you were so close to cumming, and hearing Chan moaning didn't help. But you were still up. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, taking his dick out of your pussy. You felt the warm liquid running down your thighs and smiled. "I'm more than fine." "Let me help you get cleaned up," he suggested. "No, it's okay. We should go back to the party before somebody notice that we were gone. "I'm pretty sure they noticed at this point," he grinned. You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped him. "Go!", you demanded. Chan left the bathroom, but not before giving you a kiss. You cleaned yourself and fixed your hair since it was a mess. You went back to the living room, acting normal as if you didn't get fucked in the bathroom. Chan was in the kitchen talking to Jisung. You joined them for a while. "Well," Jisung said, getting up from the table. "Let's go to the living room to enjoy the rest of the party." As he was leaving the kitchen, you both followed him, until he stopped. "Oh, by the way,” he said, with a smug smile on his face, turning around to face you both. “I hope you guys didn't make a mess in my bathroom," You looked at Chan with red cheeks, who simply smiled and kissed your lips.

BANG CHAN ✱ MIROH [190411]

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Felix: Channie, we've known each other for a long time, right? You've come to respect me?

Chan: Sure.

Felix: Well, get ready to stop.

Infinity

Genre: fluff, school

Warnings: none

Request: no

Member: Chan

You didn't expect your first kiss to be in an old abandoned warehouse.

Then again, you didn't expect to be kissing the human version of your dreams either.

***

"Why are we in here?" You ask in a hushed whisper, squinting in the darkness as you step clumsily over obstacles littered across the floor.

"Just come on," Chan replies, looking back to you struggling. The mysterious boy's face softens and he reaches out to slip his hand into yours.

You can't help but jump, your heart pounding suddenly. His skin is warm and soft, but carries the sort of roughness one only gets from working hard. His fingers fit perfectly around your palm, his touch gentle as he guides you through the junk of the warehouse.

"Okay?" Chan asks you, peering at you again to make sure you're not banging your legs into hazardous items.

You nod at him. "I'm fine. But tell me why we're here?"

Chan smiles at that, before pulling you up a set of cobwebbed stairs. Footprints are imprinted in the thick dust blanket though, footprints that look like Chan’s. You frown. He must come here often.

"You're so impatient," Chan whispers. "You'll see."

Pouting, you watch as Chan pushes open a small square panel; a ceiling door, by the looks of things. He climbs out of the building before reaching down for you, gripping your hand and pulling you up after him.

It's not until you stand up straight and look at your surroundings, do you realise why he woke you from your sleep in the middle of the school hall to bring you here. It's not like you were entirely hating the school residential ...

"Woah," you breathe, your boots snug against the roof as you turn around, staring at the sky.

From up here, the sky is a deep purple and flecked with clouds of pink as clusters of stars illuminate the night sky. You're sure you can see the entire Milky Way galaxy from up here, and your mouth parts in awe at the sight around you.

You turn then, looking for Chan only to see him sat on the edge of the roof, his legs dangling over the edge. He looks at peace, his fair curls tinted pink under the stars, face soft as he leans back on his arms. His school shirt is open and flaps lightly in the breeze, the black t-shirt he's wearing underneath hugging a toned body.

Looking away, you swallow. Your heart is pounding, your stomach churning with butterflies and you take a deep breath, shutting your eyes.

"Are you coming to sit down?" Chan asks, and you see him looking at you over his shoulder. "Or do you want to stand all night?"

Flustered, you walk to him and carefully sit down; you hook your legs over the edge and look up, a smile spreading across your face again.

"Why did you bring me?" You ask Chan, watching the way his mouth is curved up at the corners in a relaxed smile. He turns his head and sets his gaze on you, eyes shining with the reflection of the night lights glowing in the sky, the moon casting a silvery halo around him.

"I thought you'd like it," he replies simply, shrugging his broad shoulders. "And I didn't really want to be alone."

"Oh," you breathe, clearing your throat lightly before you look up above you again. It's almost like you're up in space with the stars, the sky looking so vast and endless that you feel really small all of a sudden.

You wrap your arms around your legs, not wanting to blink. You're so mesmerised by the sky that you don't even notice Chan shuffling closer to you, nor do you notice his gaze still on your smiling face.

"It's so beautiful," you whisper, your hair lifting off of your shoulders with the wind and making you shiver. "So so beautiful."

"Yeah," Chan hums, eyes glued to you. "It is."

Feeling his breath on your cheek, you turn your head to the side to see Chan’s face inches away from yours, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted. He's so close that you can see a pulse throbbing at the side of his neck, and a soft cloud of his faint cologne surrounds you, making your stomach flutter.

You're not sure if you move first or if he does, but all of a sudden your eyes are closed and you feel like you're tumbling down a dark tunnel as your lips meet Chan’s. His mouth is warm and soft and incredibly hot against your own, his breathing rhythmic against your mouth as his lashes sweep over your cheeks. His hand comes up to cup your face softly, his thumb caressing your cheek and sending heatwaves through your body and making all your nerves tingle with shock and pleasure.

You're almost upset when he pulls away, before he leans his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses touching. He shuts his eyes slowly before a huge grin spreads across his face, the apples of his pink cheeks curving up in happiness.

"I love you," he whispers, and your eyes widen at his confession. You gulp, biting your numb lips as you search Chan’s eyes with your own.

"You do?" You ask quietly, and when Chan nods against you, you can't help but throw your arms around his neck. You bury your face into his chest and find that his heart is drumming like crazy against your forehead, and you smile into his fragrant t-shirt as his arms come up to return your embrace. He squeezes you tight and you feel his body deflating against your own as he sighs in relief.

"Thank God," you whisper against his chest. "I thought I was the only one falling."

Chan chuckles at that, his hand rubbing over your back with a gentle touch. "Don't worry I've been falling for a long time."

You look up at him then, eyes wide. "But if we're both falling, then who's supposed to catch us?"

"Well," Chan muses, pulling you closer to him. "We're just going to have to fall for the rest of infinity aren't we?"

You're not really sure what he means by that, but you let him slide his hand into your own, his fingers slipping into the gaps between yours. "Infinity," you nod, grinning at him, your smile widening as Chan smiles back at you. He squeezes your hand as he drops his head onto your shoulder, going back to look at the stars.

"Infinity."

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Jihoon: If we make it out of this alive, I will kill you.

Chan: So what's our incentive to live?!

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╰► 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 ; 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 • 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 •

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Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.121

Warnings: mature content, unprotected sex, oral sex (m)

Summary: Chan challenged you to go five days without an orgasm. Will you be able to do it?

Days: 1, 2, 3

You had to be honest, you were impressed at how Chan was going out of his way to tease you. You were working in the living room. I mean, trying to work. You were sitting on the couch, with your laptop in your hands, trying real hard to concentrate, but it was impossible. For some reason, Chan decided to work out in the living room. Something he had never done before. It wouldn't be a problem at all if it wasn't for the fact that he was only wearing grey sweatpants. So sweaty, shirtless Chan was already something that was enough to distract you. But it was Chan. Of course, he wouldn't stop there. He was always a vocal person. So he was grunting and moaning at every move he did. If you didn't see him working out, you would be sure he was masturbating by the noises he was making. You sighed, once again trying to write the email you had to send to your boss. Chan got up from the floor after a push-up session. He began to stretch out his body. His toned, gorgeous body. You were shamelessly watching at this point, practically drooling. Chan turned around to face you and you tried to disguise by looking at your notebook,  pretending that you were working. "I thought you were supposed to be working, not watching me," he said with a grin on his face. He ran his hand through his forehead, taking some of the sweat away. "I wasn't... I wasn't watching you," you cleared your throat. "In fact, I was trying to work, but you kept distracting me." "Me? I was just working out, baby girl. It's not my fault if you think I'm irresistible." You tried to say something, but you stumbled on your words, stuttering. "You know what?" you asked. "I'm going upstairs." You tried to grab your stuff but Chan stopped you, giving you a tight hug. "Aw baby, I'm sorry," he said as he squeezed you a little. "I'm just trying to tease you." "I'm just..." you sighed. "I'm frustrated." Chan looked at you. "Because of work?" "Yeah," you replied, looking down. "But also because I'm constantly horny." "Oh, baby," he said, smiling. "You can use your safe word, you know that, right?" "I'm not giving up, Chan." "Okay, baby. It's up to you." Chan kissed your cheek before kissing your lips. It was a soft, slow kiss. I kiss that meant "I love you" instead of "I wanna fuck you." You felt butterflies in your stomach, thinking about how much you loved him and how much you were loved. "I'm gonna take a shower, okay?" Chan asked. "Okay, baby." You went back to work as Chan went upstairs. You were finally able to finish your work. After you were done, you got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. As you were filling your cup with water, you heard Chan coming down the stairs. While you were drinking your water, you felt him hugging you from behind. "You look so good, baby," he said in a sweet voice. You furrowed your eyebrows. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt with booty shorts, you had your hair tied in a bun. "Chan, I've looked better," you chuckled. "No, baby. I like it when you wear comfy clothes. I also like when you get all dressed up. You look good in anything." "What do you want?" you asked, suspicious. Chan bit his lip. "I wanna fuck you." "Ah, of course," you laughed. "Hey! I meant everything I said." "Let's go upstairs," you suggested, holding his hand. "No, baby," Chan said, stopping you. "I wanna fuck you right here." "Hm, that's bold, I like it." You held his head with your hands and gave him a deep kiss. Chan grabbed your ass, massaging it firmly. You smiled against his lips. Suddenly, Chan grabbed you, lifting you up from the floor. He put you on the kitchen balcony. He took your shorts off, leaving you naked from the waist down. "That's not very hygienic," you said, thinking about how you were sitting half-naked on the same place you prepared your food. Chan chuckled. "We can clean it later, baby girl." Chan lowered his pants, freeing his dick. He pumped it a few times before aligning it into your entrance. You spread your legs as much as you could, giving space so Chan could fuck you. He ran the tip of his dick on your cunt a few times. "Fuck, you are so wet already?" he asked as he teased you with his dick, rubbing the head against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. "That's your fault," you complained. "If that makes you feel better, I feel the same about you, baby girl," he said as he began to slide his dick inside of you. You took a deep breath, loving how big Chan was. It was a bit painful at the beginning, but soon enough, you were able to accommodate his length.

Chan kissed you, molding his lips against yours. It was messy, dirty, and you loved it. He began to move, pounding into you. "So good, baby," he whispered in your ear. "You always feel so good." You hugged him, pulling him closer. "Deeper," you said. Chan moaned as his cock went deeper inside of your cunt. He used one of his hands to grab your boob, while the other held you by the waist. You licked his neck, biting and leaving marks behind. You could tell that he was getting close by his moans. "Stop," you said. Chan looked at you with wide eyes. "Is everything okay?" he asked. "Yeah." You got up from the balcony, getting on the floor. "I want you to cum in my mouth," you said, looking at him right in the eyes. Chan smiled. You pumped his dick with both hands. Your hands were sliding easily because of your wetness. "Baby, I'm getting close," Chan moaned, throwing his head back. You sucked harshly on the tip of his cock, while still pumping his length. "Fuck," he groaned with his eyes closed. You watched as he was getting closer to the edge. "Baby girl, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. You increased the speed of your hands while you kept licking and sucking the tip. Didn't take long before you felt his hot cum in your mouth. You milked him dry, swallowing every single drop. "Shit, you're so good, love," he said, helping to get up. "Did you like it?" you asked with a smile on your face. "You know I did." He kissed you one more time before helping you to get dressed.

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Saturday

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Request: no

Member: Chan

Your eyes snap open before they fall shut again, your body automatically waking you up for another day at work. It's still quite dark out, and you can't see much in your bedroom, just the hazy outlines of your husband's sleeping figure, the duvet bunched up around him. You sigh. You don't want to get up, it's freezing outside and you're all bundled up in a bubble of warmth with Chan’s arms tucked all snug around you. You just want to snuggle up into his chest and sleep for at least another three hours, exhaustion coursing through you like an inverted caffeine current.

Groaning, you smack your face into the pillow and will yourself to wake up, mentally trying to tell yourself to slip out of the comfortable bed and get ready for work. Your husband must hear your movement though, for he suddenly moves closer to you, his arms hooking around your waist and pulling you into his chest. You groan. Great. Now it's even harder to get up.

"Princess?" Chan mumbles sleepily, slowly blinking his eyes open. "What's wrong?"

"Don't want to go to work," you mumble, whining slightly as you hear raindrops suddenly splattering against your bedroom window. The cosiness of the atmosphere almost makes you cry, and you don't want to get up and leave the safe space of your bed.

Chan raises an eyebrow. "Work?"

"Mhm," you nod, yawning against his chest. "It's Friday."

At that, Chan starts to softly chuckle. The kind of chuckle that is quiet and ends up in his emitting tiny squeaks, the kind of chuckle that makes his face light up and his eyes crinkle up into crescent moon. The kind of chuckle that swept you off your feet the first time you ever heard it, the kind of chuckle that makes you feel like you've never been sad a day in your life. You can't help but grin up at him as you stare into his eye with a completely doting gaze, even though you're confused as to why he's so amused.

"Baby," Chan laughs, tightening his muscular arms around your waist as he kisses your temple. "It's a Saturday. You don't have work today."

Confused, you pull away from him. "What?"

Chan starts laughing again and he leans down to kiss you gently on your lips, his mouth soft and warm against your own. "It's Saturday, you silly baby. You don't have to get up. In fact, I forbid you from getting up because I need more cuddles."

As his words finally sink into your sleepy head, you can't help but grin. "More cuddles?"

"More cuddles," Chan nods, rocking you gently amongst the bedsheets. "Is my poor princess completely exhausted?"

"Think so," you murmur, eyes falling shut as your mouth curves up into a content smile. You give Chan a tiny peck on his chest before resting your hands above his heart, letting him cradle you in his strong yet gentle embrace, happiness flooding through you as you realise you don't need to get up. You can stay here for as long as you want to, here in the circle of warmth and sweet vanilla.

"Gosh I love you," Chan whispers as he rests his chin on top of your head. His nails ever so slightly slide down your back, just the way you like it, and you know it's his way of getting you to fall asleep again. Switching between drawing shapes on your back with your fingers and rubbing your skin with his palm, Chan presses his lips to your head and continues to pepper tiny kisses to your hair, your forehead, and anywhere else he can reach. "Go to sleep now, my love. I'm not going anywhere."

You hum in response, the gentle scratching on your back making your eyelids droop again and you can't help but feel like a tiny kitten curling up in Chan’s arms. His heartbeat is a rhythmic drum beneath your cheek, and with his soft breathing stirring your hair and his hands hot on your back, you fall asleep again, a huge smile painted on your features.

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