#chanshoesunite

[chanshoesunite]

Chan wants to record your moans for a song

GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 2.6k Author’s Note (Author Hare): This is my 500 follower hug for y’all inspired by two prompts given to me by my favourite reader of all times, Author Tortoise. Maybe you can guess what they are! WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), unsafe sex (wrap it up, kids), slight dirty talk, Chan calls reader a slut (but in a very loving way)

You unlock the door, enter the flat and kick off your heeled ankle boots, balancing two bags of takeout as you do. Having successfully completed that task, you dump them on the floor and shrug out of your coat as your obligatory “honey, I’m home” call stays unanswered. You smile to yourself – you’d expected that; it means that your boyfriend is still so focused on creating music, he forgets the world around him. That is also the main reason why he got you a key to his flat – more than once had you been standing in front of the door, waiting for him to open it for you, and he simply hadn’t heard the doorbell, lost as he was in his creative process.

You’re still in your work clothes – a black dress (that might have screamed “overdressed!” to some people, but you are aware that being overdressed is a concept created by people who don’t want women to feel beautiful every day), stockings and bright red lipstick – as you make your way through the hallway with the sashimi you’ve picked up at Chan’s favourite place to treat him for dinner.

You knock on his studio door, but the gesture is again futile – through the glass door, you can see that he’s wearing massive headphones and can’t hear anything that’s not blasted through those. You take a moment to watch him – he is clad simply in a black oversized shirt, his hair a dark mess as if he’d dragged his hands through it a hundred times today while looking for words and melodies to match in ways that you find to be positively magical. Elbows on his desk, his gaze is turned towards the ceiling as he vibes with the music, nodding to the beat, critically analysing something he has created. It’s so incredibly attractive, the way he is so focused on and passionate about his work, your heart is full just looking at him.

The song seems to end because Chan looks down and catches your eye. He gives a little start – after all, he thought he was alone in his flat until a few seconds ago – and then a glowing smile takes over his face. He waves to you in an almost childlike gesture, and you mirror his smile as you enter the studio. Chan pulls the headphones off, letting them rest around his neck before putting them on the desk. “Hey, baby girl,” he greets you happily, rolling back in his swivel chair and patting his thighs. “Come here!”

You oblige, sitting in his lap, your legs dangling over one of the armrests as your arms come to rest on his broad shoulders. You lean in to kiss him, and though you mean it only to be a peck, your kiss lasts a little longer and feels a little more heated than your average welcome back kiss. “Hi,” you whisper, smiling, as you pull back eventually.

Chan’s eyes are fixed on your red lips, but eventually stray as they take in your dress. “You look beautiful,” he pronounces, his hand sliding down the skirt of your dress and coming to rest on your knee. “Did you have a good day?”

You nod emphatically, your curls bouncing as if supporting your claim as you recount your successful day at the publishing company where you work. “The presentation went very well. The boss was ecstatic and said I’ll get to manage more of the marketing campaigns since I’m doing such a good job.” You nod to the takeout bags. “I got us some sashimi to celebrate.”

Chan’s face, which had lit up at the news, now takes on an even more enthusiastic expression. “I’m so proud of you, baby, those are wonderful news! I’m so glad your boss can see how dedicated, hardworking, and talented you are! And I’m happy I get to celebrate with you. Thanks for bringing dinner.” He nuzzles into your neck, and you giggle, feeling giddy at his euphoria.

“Thanks for being such a hype boy, babe. And how was your day? How is the new album coming along?” You glance at the computer, where Chan has obviously been busy mixing a sound file. Chan shrugs. “Ah, you knaur.” He’s trying to sound non-committal, but you know that he cares deeply. “I’m trying to write a new unit song. Hyunjin is in it, so it needs to be racy.” He winks at you. “Another hoe anthem, you mean?” Your boyfriend bursts out laughing. “Something like that. Do you want to hear it?” “Sure!” You always love listening to early versions of songs – it is intriguing to watch Chan decide what to keep and what to cut, what to put on demos – and then listen to the final product as it is released. The process is fascinating, and you love being a part of it, even if you’re only a spectator.

Chan reaches around you, and you turn to face the computer, leaning back against his broad chest. His left hand slips around your waist, securing him against you as he starts the song. Immediately you know why this song is meant for Hyunjin; it is a dark-sounding RnB track that seems to continue the tradition laid down in “Red Lights” and “Taste”. There is an almost hypnotic organ melody that reminds you of church, but in a distinctly unholy way as it is paired with lyrics such as “I know that we shouldn’t, but I want to”. Chan’s voice on the demo carries the song without difficulties, and it’s positively captivating; breathy whispers and slight vocal fries add to the sexy tone of the song.

You feel the mood in the room shift, anticipation making room for arousal. You shiver in Chan’s arms listening to it, and you feel your boyfriend shift beneath you before he presses a kiss to your neck. “Do you like it?” he breathes into your ear, and the air against your neck tickles you in a decidedly not innocent way.

You nod, releasing a breath you don’t know you’ve been holding. “It’s definitely racy,” you agree, your breath hitching as Chan continues to kiss your neck while the song moves into the second verse. You can feel him smile against your skin.

“It’s almost as if hearing my voice singing it is doing something to you, baby girl. It must be like me getting dirty thoughts when you wear lipstick like that,” he almost purrs, gently biting your earlobe as his right hand finds your breast, teasing it through the cloth. A tiny gasp escapes you, and even though the music is still playing, it doesn’t slip Chan’s attention. “God,” he almost growls. “Your moans would sound so good on this track.”

That one sentence causes you to groan again, and Chan’s hand slips from your waist downwards, under your dress and directly into your panties. He gasps at the wetness he finds there and starts stroking you softly, maddeningly, but not in any way that could actually do something for you except tease you further. “Does it turn you on that much, baby girl? Hearing me sing a naughty song, knowing I wrote it thinking about your body? Do you like the idea of me recording your moans, putting them on the track, having the fans wonder who got so horny just listening to the demo version? You’re such a little slut, baby.”

At the word slut, he pushes a finger into your pussy, and this time, your moan is anything but quiet as you throw your head back. The song comes to a close, ending, just as it started, with the organ melody, and the only thing you can hear is Chan’s finger sliding into you and the two of you breathing heavily.

“So,” he drawls, almost sounding bored but of course he’s anything but as his thumb comes to circle your clit. “What do you say?” You meet his eyes as he glances down on your face, still hypnotized by your lipstick. “You know,” you rasp. “Your song is so hot I wish I could fuck it, but I can’t. So I will fuck you instead.” You watch as Chan’s pupils dilate, and the growl that escapes his throat as he claims your lips is almost feral. Well, you know what you do to him, and you have him exactly where you want him.

“Turn on the mic,” you breathe as you pull his hands off you. In a quick gesture, you grab the hem of your dress and discard it onto the floor, standing in front of him in just your stockings and black underwear, lasciviously leaning against the desk. “Let’s see how good these moans sound.”

He seems to contemplate your words for a few seconds before he takes a step closer and, his eyes never leaving yours, leans forward to push a few keys on his keyboard. This right there, this silence before the storm, this uninterrupted eye contact, might be one of the hottest moments you’ve experienced in a long time.

Chan is on you in a second, hoisting you up onto the desk as he kisses you deeply. Your hands grab for the hem of his t-shirt, greedily pulling it off to feel more of his skin. Chan’s meanwhile busy opening your bra, and in his impatience, he has to fumble for a bit to get it off you.

“Eager?” you tease against his lips before biting down, eliciting a groan from him. “You have no idea, baby girl,” he admits as he finally gets the offending garment off. He lets it carelessly fall to the floor, already focused on nothing else but your naked breasts resting against the palms of his hands. He kisses you deeply as he strokes your stiff nipples, his erection pushing against your scantily clothed pussy as he stands between your spread legs, trying to still be closer to you than he already is.

You cross your ankles behind him, helping him in his endeavour, and you both gasp as he grinds against you. “Off, off, off,” you breathe, gesturing to both his sweatpants and your underwear. Chan smirks. “Who’s eager now?” he asks, nipping at your collarbone. You roll your eyes playfully. “Who has written a song about fucking me?” He seems to consider that for a second. “Fair point. Move your hips for me, will you, baby girl?”

You help him pull your panties off and take the liberty of pulling down his sweatpants and underwear in one go, letting his girthy cock spring free. Chan appreciates the view for a second, seeing as you’re only wearing stockings now. “You’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen,” he declares in a raspy voice, and it only adds to your need. You make to touch him, but Chan easily catches your wrist and pins it to the desk with his hand. You actually whine at that. “Please, don’t tease me,” you beg, wanting nothing more than to feel his length stretching you out deliciously.

Chan’s smile is wolfish. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you want.” And before you can protest any more, he lets go of your hand, pulls you to the edge of the desk and guides his cock into your pussy. Your gasps mix with his broken moans as he slowly pushes in. Chan pauses, but only for a moment – both of you are far too turned on to take this slow, and even though the height of the desk isn’t perfect, the newness of the location adds a level of spice to the encounter.

He starts thrusting into you, fast, hard, causing the desk to shake beneath you. You scramble to push the keyboard to the side, falling back onto your elbows as Chan’s punishing pace throws you off balance. You stare up at him: his hair sticking to his forehead, a slight sheen of sweat glistening on his neck, the muscles in his arms playing as he holds onto your hips with a ferocity that might result in bruises. You give yourself over to your sensations: the cold desk below you, the sound of skin slapping against skin, Chan’s steady groans at the pleasure you give him, his big cock positively railing your wet cunt.

You grab onto him, pulling yourself back up and clinging to his broad shoulders, wanting to be even closer to him, feel his breath on your skin. “You feel so good,” you moan into his neck, biting his shoulder lightly. His retaliation comes in form of a thrust so powerful that it punches a loud groan out of you.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so hot, making me take you in my studio,” he gasps as he pushes into you again and again, relentlessly. “You’ll sound so good on this song, and it’ll be our little secret, but at the same time everyone will know. Everyone will know that only I can fuck you so well, make you make the hottest little noises, make you fall apart on my cock.” He slips a hand between you and starts stroking you to make sure the falling apart can actually happen, but he knows your body well enough to have you panting and at the edge of your orgasm within minutes.

“You’re such a good girl, making the most beautiful noises. Tell me, baby, who’s making you feel good? Say it. I want to hear it.” Pushing against him, trying to get closer to the delicious friction, you gasp, “You, Chan, only you can make me feel like this!”

You can feel Chan’s concentration slipping, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but he seems determined to make you come first, so he redoubles his efforts stroking you, whispering dirty nothings into your ear, how you’re a good little slut for him, taking him so well, how you’re made for this, made for him, how no other pussy could ever feel this good.

“Come on, baby girl, be good and moan for me and Hyunjin.” For some reason, that and a well-timed thrust does it, and you come on Chan’s cock with a loud, drawn-out groan, your pussy spasming wildly around him so he follows you over the edge mere seconds later. He crushes his lips to yours once more, and you make out as he spills into you, and continue to do so as you both slowly come off your highs.

A few moments later, you break the kiss to lean against his shoulder, still enclosed in his embrace. “That was a really nice entrée,” you declare, and Chan chuckles. He is quiet for a few seconds. “Are we gonna pretend you didn’t come the second I mentioned Hyunjin’s name?” You know he is teasing you, so you decide to go along. “Well, maybe you should invite him over some time?” Slowly, gently, you push against him so can slide out of you. You can feel a dribble of come making its way out of you and onto Chan’s desk, but that looks like a him-problem.

Chan clutches his chest in mock-terror. “Am I not enough for you?” You shake your head. “Oh baby, you’re sometimes more than I can cope with,” you say, pressing a kiss to his shoulder as you grab your underwear. “But in a good way. The best, really.” Chan slides an arm around you, stabilising you as you slip on your panties. “I’ll take it as a compliment, then.” He glances at the takeout bags. “Dinner?”

You nod. “Have you turned off the mic?” Your boyfriend turns around to check the equipment. He curses. “Oh naur, it seems like it was off the whole time!” He catches your eye as you slip on his t-shirt, and there is a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Guess we’ll have to do this again soon…”

#author hare #500 follower extravaganza #bang chan #bang chan smut #chanshoesunite #bang chan imagine #skz smut #bangchan x reader #skz imagine #bangchan smut #author hare effectively writing herself into the story like the lil witch that she is #to tortoise with love

[yoonguurt]

tortoise here: just dropping by to say that i ADORE your username and it made me cackle. have a lovely day!

Thank you! I can't take the credit for it, though. My best fran @kwanisms reserved it for me because she knew I'd love it. It's definitely a fun one

#ask skyloo #chanshoesunite #i just think you're the cutest

[pettypartypooper]

!bang chan fic recommendation

part 2¡

bang chan fic recommendation list part 1

other members fic recommendation lists

s = smut , f = fluff , a = angst

hyunjin + chan & squirting [s] by @comet-falls

drabble [s] by @stvckwithaphobia 

drabble ft lee minho, han jisung [s] by stvckwithaphobia

safe [s] by @subskz

word count: 4.9k

drabble [s] by @sluttywonwoo

host requested: chris bang from one night at the back door series [s] by @cb97percent

word count: 8.2k

angel pussy [s] by @lixiektty

word count: 1.3k

drabble [s] by @hardstraykidshours

drabble [s] by hardstraykidshours

that was so hot… but don’t you dare do that again… [s] by @whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan

word count: 1.3k

summary: channie’s room is live, but you’re bored in the bedroom. good thing he’s already looking at his phone

sunshine and sundress [s] by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

summary: there's just something about the sight of you in a sundress that makes chris lose all of his self-restraint

rainy days [s] by @es-kay-zee

word count: 0.9k

chan + face sitting [s] by @lix-ables

the neighbour [s] by @slightlymore

word count: 14k

be that guy [a,s] by @daizymax

word count: 7k

forgot something? [s] by @writerracha

word count: 1.4k

#3 [s] by @linorachas

insomnia series + lee know [a,s,f] by @j-0ne25

total word count: 64.9k

series summary: another failed attempt of getting into a serious relationship leads you to an unlikely agreement with your roommate. but that’s only the beginning of the real chaos…

I think I like you - i was always alone until you came along [s] by @straylightdream

word count: 10.4k

crying over you - drowning in my tears in my room [a,f] by straylightdream

word count: 1k

good boy [s] by @smoonjis​

call me [s] by @seo--changbin

word count: 2k

summary: jealousy? pft. chan never gets jealous, he believes. but when hyunjin never seems to get the message that you're taken already, chan puts the matter into his own hands, giving hyunjin a reminder he surely wouldn't forget

hyung will teach you (bang chan, yang jeongin) [s] by seo--changbin

word count: 4.5k

"go harder for round two?" [s] by @chanshoesunite

word count: 1k

day 27 ♡ chan/seungmin [s] by @ballelino​ (as a part of kinktober series)

word count: 2.5k

summary: chan lets seungmin have his way with you

HAVEN. [s,f] by @seospicybin

word count: 8.7k

summary: as an old friend of him, bangchan offered you to stay in his apartment for a week for work and to rekindle the sparks you once had for each other

double take ft bang chan, yang jeongin [s] by @seospicybin

between (bang chan, lee know) [s] by @tasteleeknow

word count: 5k

summary: your two roommates are your best friends in the world. you’d also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. queue tension and smut with feelings

sweet [s] by tasteleeknow

word count: 4.1k

get spotlight (bang chan, seo changbin, han jisung) [s] by @hwajin

word count: 3.8k

mangata [s,f] by hwajin

five-point star [s,a,f] by @therhythmafterthesummer

word count: 6k

summary: with a career like yours, you knew you shouldn’t let yourself fall in love. but honestly, in retrospect, there was no way you wouldn’t have fallen in love with chris. after meeting him, you couldn’t help but hope that he’d be the last person you fell this deeply for–maybe foolishly so…

6:55 pm [s] @bbyquokka

word count: 1.4k

slumber party [s] by @lalal-99

word count: 9k

summary: chan, ash, y/n. the perfect trio. spending so much time together, people usually mistook you for a throuple. not that you were complaining. your best friends were hot, your past sexual encounters with each of them the subject of most of your dreams. all it takes is one fateful night and a bunch of tequila to finally make that dream a reality

hotline ft bang chan, lee minho, han jisung [s] by @planet-dusk​

word count: 1.5k

summary: “not so fast.” chan speaks up again. “there’s one rule: they can play with you, but only if you can correctly guess which one of them is controlling the vibrator you’re allowed to cum”

really f**king like you [s,a] by @jl-micasea-fics

word count: 10.7k

summary: tinder matched and subsequently ghosted by the hot guy that lives across from you, you’re mostly resigned to singleton life, dejected and somewhat fed up. that is, until a screwed up delivery turns things around, in the most unexpected of ways

the first first date [s] by jl-micasea-fics

word count: 5k

summary: a dinner date, a single dad, an almost certainly taboo relationship. a brazen, explicit proposition whispered amongst oblivious teachers and occupied parents. honestly? you never stood a chance of resisting

west side ft bang chan, lee miho [s] by @setsugekka

word count: 6.5k

summary: a very special valentines with your two boyfriends

bang chan fic recommendation list part 1

other members fic recommendation lists

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reaction #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids imagine #stray kids angst #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids fic rec #stray kids fluff #bang chan x reader #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan blurb #bang chan imagine #bang chan fluff #bang chan smut

[chansynie]

tagged by @skz317cb97 💕✨

go to your pinterest to create your aesthetic & make a moodboard.

(I have no idea what im doing but i guess thats it? I feel like i could have put at least another twelve things in there or something but it already looks pretty incohesive ^^''')

Tagging some cute people, no pressure ofc ( sorry if you already got tagged ^^'') @cb97percent @sparkystraynger @chanshoesunite @chvnnie @j-0ne25 @tasteleeknow @operation-steal-chans-laptop @strayngesparkyds @hwan-g @ballelino

Also if you see this and wanna give it a try, consider yourself tagged <3

#tag you're it lynney

[valreadsfics]

val's to-read list:

since it's getting long and there's also a mixture of tumblr and ao3 fics to read. these are in no particular order but i'll categorize them by rating to make my life easier.

strikethrough = finished/read

green = in progress

gen

flowers - dreamescapeswriting (ot8/reader)

love speaks in flowers - linovely (jisung/reader)

kisses - myjisung (chan/reader)

teen and up

in daylights, in sunsets - bloomering (minho/jisung)

light me up - dawnshine (minho/jisung)

citrine summers - glissandos (minho/jisung)

fist that helps you survive - midzyzen (minho/jisung)

growing pains - asgeir (minho/jisung)

come back home - xtyokhcin (ravn/hwanwoong)

keep going (hoping it never ends) - solcadit (hwanwoong/xion)

to love and be loved - lotus-dly (hyunjin/chan/reader)

important to me - dreamescapeswriting (chan/reader)

lover of mine - sulfurcosmos (chan/reader)

the way i loved you - dreamescapeswriting (ot8/reader)

long distance - dreamescapeswriting (ot8/reader)

bruised - thebangtancloud (felix/reader)

explicit

five stars - mazauric (hyunjin/jeongin, jisung/minho, felix/changbin, chan/minho) !!MAJOR WARNINGS!!

traces of rain on your skin - szaira (ravn/hwanwoong)

arms - chanshoesunite (chan/reader)

killing me slowly - inkedtae (chan/reader)

kinktober day3 - ballelino (changbin/reader)

kinktober day 5 - ballelino (jisung/reader)

koala - tasteleeknow (chan/reader)

scene stealers - cb97percent (chan/reader)

looking for sydney - cb97percent (chan/reader)

the punchline - cb97percent (chan/reader, minho/reader, changbin/reader, hyunjin/reader, felix/reader)

you, and going back - staytheword (changbin/reader)

i was always alone until you came along - straylightdream (chan/reader)

inexperienced w/ felix - ballelino (felix/reader)

ache - i4lixie (felix/reader)

felix as ur problematic fav - hynjnhwng (felix/reader?)

felix's lucky - ppiri-bahng (felix/reader)

angel baby - erotichan (chan/reader)

you, and the maple tree - staytheword (changbin/reader)

#;;val.note

[chanshoesunite]

Making yourself cum on Chan's arm

GENRE: smut, snark, idk arm kink?

WORD COUNT: 2223

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): This image has been living in my head rent free ever since they posted it. It is my lockscreen for heavens sake!! I have been imagining riding his arm EVERY DAY and it's just not healthy at this point. If you are like me, welcome, please leave a message so we can descend into madness together.

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), masturbation, petting

„Oh my fucking GOD!“, you exclaim while staring at your phone. Luckily, no one is around, so you do not have to share the cause for your excitement – and despair. Chan has just posted a selfie with Changbin in the group chat “zoo and keeper 💪🐺🐰” between you three and Changbin’s girlfriend.

“Had a good set today~” was the accompanying text.

“Why would he do this to me”, you are absolutely stunned, while also knowing for sure that he has no idea what such a picture would do to you, seeing as you are simply the boys’ flatmate.

You wish you were more than that, so you could write something like Changbin’s girlfriend: “Tell Changbin I need him at my place urgently – it’s for sex reasons.”

You snort and think: “Same, girl. But we can’t all have fit as fuck boyfriends. Some of us have to suffer as singles while living with a perfectly eligible bachelor.”

However, you write: “EEEEWWWW, did NOT need to know this, will purge this from my memory in 3 – 2 – 1 – hey Changbin I have a weird feeling I won’t be seeing you around tonight so don’t forget to put the bins out tomorrow!!”

The ensuing snark in the chat has you grinning and helps you push The Picture out of your mind. It’s late in the afternoon on a Saturday so you decide to live it up and watch a Netflix documentary about some murder cult to distract yourself further. It works, but not for long, because inevitably Chan comes home, all by his lonesome and handsome self.

“Hey, what are we watching?”, he asks, flopping down on the sofa next to you once he has deposited his gym bag in his room. You risk a quick glance at him. Yep, still slightly wet hair from his shower, arms still pumped, veins still popping. God is testing you today.

“People being murdery”, you gesture vaguely at your glass and Chan helpfully reaches over to hand it to you. “Thanks.”

Your fingers brush his wonderfully warm skin and you take a breath and another peek. You notice something on his left hand and – damn it, damn yourself for not resisting – you grasp it lightly to take a closer look. His large hands are calloused, but surprisingly soft. You already knew that and you shamelessly relish the chance of touching him now under the guise of checking out the raw spot on his palm.

“And how did that happen?”, you wonder, “I thought you had callouses for dayyyys”, you stretch the sound while standing up to get some ointment.

“Ah, yeah”, he says shyly, rubbing his head, shouting after you, “you knaur, I guess I didn’t put my straps on properly.”

“Heh, strap-on”, you tease automatically as you walk back, cream in hand. You open the tube and put a pea-sized portion on his reddened skin. “Would’ve thought that makes you raw in other areas.”

“Oh my gosh, YN”, he laughs, letting his head fall back against the couch, then looking up cheekily, “I guess it depends how you use it?”

You huff a laugh, focusing on gently rubbing in the cream – fuck, you love doing this. You try not to make it last too long or be too sensual, but you cannot help but enjoy the texture of his skin under your fingers. You draw little circles on the redness, then use the cream to slightly push into the surrounding muscles of his hand as well.

“I’m not sure you know how to use a strap-on properly then! Best stick to the straps you know – and come find me if your callouses get defeated by your recklessness again.”

You pretend as if you want to get rid of the last bits of cream and travel your fingers up his sleeveless underarm, cruising his prominent veins for a few seconds. Then you quickly pull back and look at the TV screen again. Your fingers are warm from where you touched Chan’s arm, and you have to clench your hand to get rid of the tingly feeling in them. You brush your lips with the same hand that just touched Chan in a nervous tic, which only serves to make you even more nervous when you notice what you are doing and that Chan is still watching you. You pull your hand away from your mouth immediately.

“What?”, you ask, trying to play it cool, because obviously there is nothing to get all bothered by.

“Thanks”, he says simply, with a wide, happy smile. You feel like you could turn into putty when he smiles this way and you yearn to be moulded into something new by him. How dare his mouth and arms work in tandem like that? You try to save yourself by dialling up the drama in your voice:

“Ugh, it’s alright, I guess, all in a day’s work for a saint like me. I do accept alms in the form of chocolate and cash” – and cock, you add in your head, which makes you roll your eyes at yourself and back at the TV but you do catch a glimpse of Chan licking his lips before replying:

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And you could bicker further, but his low voice took on a weird tone (playful, but sexy? Suggestive? Oh, lord!) and you have literally no spoons left to contain your horniness, so you try to ignore the gorgeous presence next to you and focus on murder.

***

Four hours later you wake up, with a weight on you in unfamiliar places. You have somehow managed to partly drape yourself over Chan –you are spooning into him, holding his left arm hostage like your favourite plushie. His t-shirt is wet where you drooled on him, his head is resting above you. You are surprised to find him asleep, considering his insomniac tendencies.

Still quite dazed, you relish the feeling of his upper arm and side against your body. You lie there, just existing, enjoying this fleeting moment, listening to Chan’s calm breaths, the beating of his heart that you could swear you can feel from where his muscular arm is pressed against you.

When he moves in his sleep, you unwillingly relent your grip. Better to let him turn freely than wake him up. But he doesn’t move away – at least, not the way you expected. He grumbles, flexing his triceps as he slides his arm down. His arm is now lying between you and him, his hand is resting on your thigh, which you have tucked up against you, turning you into a little croissant.

On instinct, you slightly open your legs to let his hand in. You wonder what the hell you are doing. He hooks his hand between your thighs. You wonder what the hell HE is doing. Chan pulls you closer with an ease that both delights and disgusts you in the best possible way. You don’t breathe. He doesn’t let go. His hand is now nicely sandwiched between your legs. His fingers squeeze the meaty part of your thigh, tantalizingly close to your pussy. You lift your head, trying to look in his face. Is he still asleep? Are you his plushie now? Have you died and gone to heaven?

He seems peacefully asleep and you lie back down carefully. You are now much closer to him. You feel hot and a bit shivery. His fingers continue to flex in obviously involuntary movements, his synapses firing in deep sleep. Your eyes drift shut with pleasure.

It feels good. His touch, his proximity, this entire situation. You are taut as a bowstring from excitement. You experimentally touch Chan’s upper arm again, holding on, gently stroking the exposed skin with your thumb. He is so soft and his muscles so thick you could sink your teeth into them.  

With the smallest gasp, you cannot help but roll your hips into his hand, very carefully, to cause that sweet friction you have been denied so far. Lightning strikes through your clit into your stomach.

“Oh shit”, you think, “oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Because you cannot stop yourself now. Chan’s heady closeness, his smell, his warmth, his fingers and now your own naughty movement have pushed you over an edge and you have to keep rolling, rocking yourself into him. You try to hold back, to be as soft as you can. You make a keening sound, nearly inaudible. You feel like you are being set on fire.

And then Chan turns over and captures you tightly. He rotates the arm between your legs so his hand is splayed on your arse cheek, holding on. His other arm comes down on your other side. He hovers over you, his elbows propping him up while his free hand snakes under your head to grab you in the nape of your neck. You cannot escape from the tight space he has created.

You suck in a shocked breath, your eyes snap open. His face is so close. Before you can move or say anything, try to explain yourself, he grins down at you.

“I knew you liked my arms, YN”, his voice is hoarse and quiet, laced with satisfaction, “I just didn’t know you liked them that much.”

“I’m so sorry”, you say with a panicked look on your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp, “I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to…”

Chan neither lets you finish your sentence nor continue your futile struggle against the virtual wall he has created with his body. He flexes the arm between your legs up against your crotch, squeezing your bum tightly.

“Fffuuuhhck”, you let out a broken moan from the sudden stimulation and your eyes drift shut again. This is what you needed. All the little movements you dared to make before cannot compare in any way to this. Chan’s large hand on your neck squeezes slightly.

“I like it when you swear”, Chan says, looking down at you, relenting the pressure of his arm and then pushing in again, making you gasp, bucking your hips, “and I like it when you use me. So, go on, YN…use me.”

You decide that this is the most realistic sex dream you ever had and to just fucking go with it. You pull Chan’s head down to cover his plump lips with soft kisses. He opens his mouth for you and it feels like he is ready to devour you. When his tongue touches yours for the first time, you feel like you might cum on the spot. His lips and tongue seem to tease you, promising more pleasure.

Your other hand grabs his arm, feeling his magnificent muscles straining to give you as much friction as you need. You start riding his arm slowly but with strength behind every roll of your hips.

“Come on, YN, I can take it.”

It’s dizzying. You pick up your pace, and soon there is no rhythm to your movements anymore, just plain wanton need to feel more. You are moaning into his mouth as he lets his tongue play with yours.

“That’s right, just like that. You have been holding back for so long, being all proper with me, I am so glad you are finally letting loose, you look fucking beautiful, my little princess.”

His low voice, his self-assured tone is driving you closer to your peak, and Chan can tell by your frantic movements and sounds. He kisses your lips, down your jaw. He squeezes your arse and your nape as he growls into your ear: “Keep going, baby girl. Cum on me.”

Yes, this is what you needed.

With a throaty moan you press your wet pussy against his strong underarm and ride out your orgasm, whimpering nonsense. Chan leans his forehead against yours, whispering how sexy you are while you spasm under him.

After what feels like millenia, you go limp. You are breathing hard, still making little noises as you come down from your high.

“Oh, fuck me, oh, that was so good”, you gasp.

Chan lies down next to you and pulls you in tight. He nuzzles your neck and you can feel his grin.

“Yeah? I think so too. Very hot. I especially liked it when you said I am your own personal Adonis.”

You groan and hide your face in your hands.

“I did say that didn’t I?! This is all the fault of. That. Picture.”

You turn around and accentuate your words with pinches to his shoulder and biceps. Chan laughs and catches your hand before it can pinch any further, kissing your fingers.

“You knaur, I never thought this would happen, but I am very happy it did”, he turns a little serious and looks into your eyes intently. “I think you are really cool and hot. And I would like to do this again. Maybe you will find some other parts of me even more enjoyable.”

You cock an eyebrow, making a show of looking him up and down.

“Hm, you think so, do you? Well, you muscular, arrogant, delectable, little shit, I will be the judge of that!”

And with that you attack his lips and push your hand down his pants to reward him for his existence in general and the orgasm he gifted you in particular.

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[chanshoesunite]

Taking good care of Chan

GENRE: smut, fluff, established relationship

WORD COUNT: 1589

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): I just want to take care of Chan after a hard day of work and him constantly belittling himself.

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), blow job, established relationship = condomless sex

Chan has been out since dawn and it is now well past midnight when he comes home to you. His schedule has kept him so busy, he barely had time to eat. Now, he is insisting he isn’t hungry, but you know better. You have prepared a little meal for him, which he accepts shyly. It’s nutritious and light, perfect for the late hour. And perfect for not getting in the way of your plans.

You watch Chan while he eats, how he relishes the taste, purses his lips and scrunches up his nose. What a ridiculously cute man. You idly play with his free hand, tracing up every finger, from nail to knuckle to his wrist. When he is nearly finished, you explore up his sleeveless arms, kneading the strong muscles there. He lays down his spoon, and looks at you, his gaze full of love.

“Thank you”, he says quietly and you know he does not only mean the food. You just smile and get up to stand behind him, massaging his tense shoulders. Playfully, you softly blow warm air on his neck before peppering kisses everywhere, from his spine to his throat. He lets out a deep breath through his nose and tips his head back. Giving you more access. You hum approvingly, gifting him more kisses along his sharp jaw, his cheek and finally, finally his plush lips. While you kiss him deeply, you lightly grab his cheek, holding him in place gently, while the other hand strokes along his arm and torso. He moans into you, tries to reach for you, but you stop him. You straighten up, all while still holding him where he is. He looks up at you, his smile slightly confused but trusting. You feel so much love for this man and all he does. Your heart is full to bursting and all you want is for him to be taken care of.

“Come along, my love”, you say, massaging his scalp and playfully pulling his hair to get him to obey. “We are going to bed…”

“I will definitely not say naur to that”, he grins mischievously.

You lead him into the bedroom, urging him onto the king-sized bed. He falls back against the pillows, but immediately tries to sit up again and reaches for you. “No, no, no…”, you chastise him pushing him back and climbing on top of him. “You have done so much today already.” You squeeze his hips with your thighs and run your hands down his body, then underneath his black shirt. You take your time touching his powerful abs and chest, relishing the heat of his skin and the heat in his eyes as he looks at you.

“You have been such a good boy”, you say in a low voice, emphasizing your words with a tweak of his nipple. Abashed, Chan looks away. You know he wants to argue that he has not done enough, been enough. But he is in no position to argue. You make that clear by grabbing his chin slightly, making him look at you. You lean forward and kiss him before he can say anything. When he still tries to turn away, you pinch his nipple again, while smiling against his lips. Wickedly.

“You are a good boy. You know you are such a good boy, don’t you? Tell me you know that. Tell me you know you are worthy and loveable.”

You interrupt yourself several times to kiss away his embarrassment. Chan begins to squirm but you never stop. Instead, you start grinding down on his cock while saying:

“You are gorgeous, delicious even. You have been so good all day, being there for your kids and fans, taking care of everything. Let me take care of you now. I will make you feel so good. So loved. OK?”

Chan’s cock starts straining against his trousers and you feel incredibly powerful and sexy. You smile at him and roll your hips into him: “Oh, you do like that, don’t you, my love?”

Chan bites his lip, throwing one arm over his eyes and then nods.

“You know you deserve to feel good, don’t you?”

He huffs, and when you roll your hips again, he moans. Then nods.

“My good boy”, you whisper in his ear, kissing his neck. Chan shudders again, grabbing your hips with both hands.

“YN, I need you”, he says as he bucks up against you.

“You shall have me.”

Quickly, you pull off Chan’s oversized shirt, then you shrug out of your nightie. Chan’s eyes and hands roam your body, and you allow it. Yours do the same, after all.

“Gosh, you are so beautiful”, he says quietly, happily and you laugh a little.

“So are you! Inside and out.”

You unbutton his trousers and move down to press a hot kiss against his dick, straining in his dark boxer shorts. With a little “oh yeah” Chan falls back into the pillows, relinquishing everything to you. You are so turned on by his reaction, you cannot help but pull down his pants immediately. You wrap your hand and mouth around his thick cock, moaning at the taste of precum. You bob your head up and down several times, moving your hand in tandem. Chan’s hand finds its way into your hair, a steady weight, not pressing you down, just another connection to this gorgeous man.

“Have I already told you you are delicious? Because you are”, your words cause more precum to bead on his dick, and you lick it off with great enjoyment. Slowly, you take him deeper and Chan’s breathing gets more laboured. You take your time, then speed up, letting your tongue swirl around his length while you go up and down. You can feel him pulsing in your hand and mouth and you involuntarily rub your legs together, feeling your own lust like a wave in your body. You had planned on sucking Chan off until he exploded down your throat, but now you realise how foolish that was. Of course you need him filling your pussy, filling that aching emptiness.

Drunk on your passion, you drag your tongue up his shaft one last time and look at Chan. He looks glorious in this half fucked-out state. His chest heaves with every deep breath, his abs clenching when he bucks up into your hand.

“I need to fuck you, my love”, you say, pumping his dick with one hand and kneading his thigh with the other. “I want to have you inside me. I want to bounce on your thick cock, OK?”

“Oh god…yes. Of course”, Chan squeezes out, then steadies you as you position yourself above his glistening tip.

Chan’s large hands rest on your hips, kneading your buttocks as you take his dick in one hand to guide it inside you. Slowly you take him in. Savouring the stretch and burn, despite how slick you are for him. He moves one of his hands from your hips to your breast, where he teases your nipple with such skill, you can feel your nerves sparking down to your very core. You moan.

“See how good you are for me? I love having you fill me up. Mmmmh…”

You hold his eyes, trying to convey all your love and desire to him.

“YN…”, he breaks off with a strained tone, driving into you with a powerful thrust until you are fully connected to him. Your eyes squeeze shut from the exquisite pleasure of having Chan deeply buried inside you.

When you open your eyes again, you brace yourself on the pillows next to Chan’s head and lift your hips, only to ram them down again with gusto. You do it again, and again, helped by his strong hands that push you down on his length. His biceps strain and you cannot help but admire his power.

“Fuck, Chan, you just blow my mind. You do me so well.”

“Just for you, babygirl…”

With a whine, you start rolling your hips, creating friction on your clit, while he keeps up the rhythm.

“Never had anyone like you…you are so good…”, you pant, not even trying to be quiet. Your pleasure is building, sparking like a forest fire inside you. You lightly scratch your nails down his arms, his chest and finally tangle them in his hair.

His movements become faster, sloppier, he can feel your orgasm building, your muscles squeezing his dick harder.

He is trying to hold back, to make you come first.

But you decide to send him over the edge.

“I love you, Chan, I love you, you are such a good boy, you deserve this…”

You pull his head towards you and kiss him deeply, biting his lower lip, all while still fucking him, and being fucked hard.

“Oh, fuck, YN, yeah!”

With a groan he comes, his cock pulsing inside you, spilling his seed. This is it for you. With a supressed shout you ride his dick, squeezing your eyes shut, savouring every sensation, gasping for more, more, more.

Finally, you come down from your high. Without pulling his dick out of you, you lay down on Chan’s chest, burying your nose in his neck. You kiss him softly, once, twice, seven times, you can’t stop yourself. Between your kisses, you tell Chan how much you love him, that he deserves the world and has the best dick in the entire universe. Chan giggles delightedly and squeezes your bum.

“Thank you, baby girl…I love you.”

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[chanshoesunite]

IMAGINE: Rain wakes you and Chan keeps you up

IMAGINE waking up to heavy rain pounding against your window. You’re groggy, and the light is still dim – it can’t be time to get up just yet. A quick glance towards the window confirms your suspicion; a rainstorm is raging outside, the wind howling around the corners of your house. You shiver, glad that you’re tucked into bed, warm and cosy, cuddled up against your boyfriend’s chest. You snuggle closer against his warm skin and feel him stir beneath you, a low grumble escaping him as he pulls you in and sleepily blinks once or twice. His hair is messy and there might be a hint of forgotten eyeliner smudging his sleep-swollen eyes. He has never looked more perfect to you.

“Shhh, Channie, babe, go back to sleep,” you whisper, your fingers stroking a pattern across his chest. He sighs happily at your touch and flexes the arm around you. You lie in silence for a few seconds, just basking in each other’s warmth, enjoying the closeness. “Did the storm wake you?” His voice is hoarse and unexpected above the pat-pat-pat of the raindrops plummeting against the glass. You hmmm in answer, your eyes drifting shut again.

You expect his breaths to relax once more, but instead, you feel him catch your wrist in his hand, kissing all of your fingertips. You sigh, half resignation, half pleasure, as Chan’s lips move up your wrist, your arm, until they reach your neck. The room is perfectly quiet except for the sounds of the storm and your breathing becoming more laboured. Chan nuzzles your neck, now on his side next to you, while his hand gently strokes your cheek. You can almost feel yourself purring in pleasure despite the fact that you would have fancied another nap. Slowly, sweetly, you feel Chan stroking your body, his large hands sliding over your hips, your stomach, your waist, deliberately not touching the places where you want, no, need him most, thus elevating your want even more.

“Babe,” you gasp breathlessly as his fingers dance between your legs without ever touching you in any way that would provide a release from this sweet and slow torture, “aren’t you tired?”

He arrived late last night after practice and still managed to shower and fuck you well before passing out next to you – no more than six hours can have passed since then. Chan chuckles, his lips on your breast still evading your sensitive nipple. “Baby girl,” he sighs, “I don’t want to go to sleep now. I’ll be doing this masterpiece now.”

Your groan at his bad SKZ lyrics pun turns into a moan of pleasure as he finally engulfs your nipple in his mouth and parts your lower lips. His groan joins yours.

“You’re so wet,” he states, almost in awe. “I think you’re ready for me.”

You nod, catching his lips with yours as he manoeuvres himself above you, pushing your legs apart and, without waiting, pushes his hard cock into your waiting pussy. You whimper at the stretch, the burn delicious since you’re still a little sore from your last dicking just a few hours ago, but Chan’s sweet kisses promise wordlessly that he’s going to take good care of you. His rhythm is slow, deliberate, almost sleepy; he kisses you, strokes you, touches you in ways that make you thrash, but there is no urgency. It’s just the two of you in your quiet, sleepy bubble of bliss while a storm rages outside.

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[chanshoesunite]

"Go harder for round two?"

Content info: YN and Chan have just fucked, but why not go harder for round two?

Word count: 1K

Warnings: dirty talk, the sex is a bit on the rougher side maybe idk

You lie there, on your stomach, basking in post-coital bliss. Chan and you have just had a very enjoyable tumble in the sheets; a playful little tussle during laundry folding turned less playful and more heated, and now here you are, naked, the late spring afternoon sun falling through the window, tickling your bare back.

Chan returns from discarding the condom and slips under the covers next to you. Immediately, his lips find your shoulder blades as he presses soft kisses to your skin. You giggle into the pillow, enjoying his gentle ministrations.

He continues to kiss you, his hand tenderly stroking your side, his touch light as a feather against your sensitive skin. You could doze off, and you almost do, because the rhythm of his strokes is so calming, and you have just had an orgasm, and the sun is so nice and warm…

Chan lets his hand slide across your arse and between your legs. You open your eyes in surprise as you feel him slide two fingers into your still-wet pussy. “Channie?” you ask, because you hadn’t expected this. The mood was sleepy, comfy, relaxed just a minute ago, and now, you wonder why you thought that – clearly, your cunt wants more, it delights in the way Chan is slowly fingering you.

He shifts his weight, and he is above you, his front pressed against your back, and now you feel it – he is hard. Very much so. You moan involuntarily, and he bites your neck. “I was thinking,” he rasps, his voice rough with want, “I feel like for round two, we can go a bit harder.”

“Go harder for round two?” you breathe, because that sounds overwhelming and incredible at the same time.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he says as he grabs your hips and lifts them so he can push a pillow under them. “You just have to lie there and take it like a good girl.” He spreads your legs a bit wider, showing you exactly what he means – he’ll do all the work. “How does that sound?”

You glance back at him and smile. “Why are you not inside me already?”

His eyes darken, and an evil little smile curls up the corners of his mouth. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know my little slut was even more eager to be filled than I was to fuck her.”

You begin to say, “Well, clearly, you were wrong about that,” but you cannot finish because with one swift, hard stroke, he is inside you, and the smallest delicious soreness of having just been thoroughly fucked and doing it again so soon takes over your senses. Chan does not wait – you don’t need time for adjusting, you are wet and eager to be taken. And so he does – he pounds you like that’s all you’re good for, and you just lie there, feeling his thick length filling you over and over again, stretching you. Your eyes are screwed shut, your hands curled into the sheets; the angle is so good, the cushion helps him hit your sweet spot with almost every thrust. His hot breath and his grunts against your neck do the rest: Being silent is out of the question – it is the middle of the day, but you can’t help but moan, pant, scream, beg for him to move, to give you more, to fuck you harder. It’s too fucking good, you’re almost sobbing with this assault of pleasure, the way every fibre of your being is focused on your pussy being railed by Chan’s hard cock.

He then shifts his weight onto his one arm, freeing his one hand to put over your mouth. He doesn’t stop fucking you, though. “Shhh, baby,” he growls into your ear. “You’re being so loud, we’ll get kicked out of the building. Everyone can hear you, baby girl, everyone knows I’m fucking you so well. You like that, hm? You like giving me all the control, letting me use your tight little cunt for my pleasure. You like making me feel good, being my little slut. You’re so hot, baby. Come to think of it… I do want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good.” And he takes his hand off your mouth, and he redoubles his efforts, his thrusts become incredibly harder, making the bed squeak. You almost howl at the pleasurable assault and bury your head in the pillow, dead set on keeping quiet. Then –

“Oh no, you won’t.”

Chan is not having it, though; you feel yourself being pulled up onto your knees, your back against his front. He is still thrusting forcefully, but now his hands find your breast and clit, stimulating you even further, making your moans more keening and breathier. “If I want you to come on my cock screaming, you will,” he growls, biting your shoulder and pushing into you relentlessly.

You know it’ll soon be over for you, this is too much, and it only takes a few more well-placed rubs against your clit and you’re coming with a moan that is positively pornographic. Behind you, you can feel Chan shaking with the effort, but he’s a lost cause, too, coming as soon as he can feel you spasm around him. Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a messy, wet kiss that swallows most of his groans.

When you both still, he gently pulls out and lays you back down on the bed, once again discarding a used condom before pulling you against his chest. Slowly, both of you catch your breath. He softly kisses your temple. “Was that okay?”

You glance up at him – his dark curls are a sweaty mess, his pupils are dilated, his cheeks are flushed. He looks young and vulnerable and sexy like that, and you’ve never found him more attractive. “Very okay,” you say, kissing his collarbone, clearly underselling the exquisite sex you've just had. “But do I get to nap now?”

Chan chuckles. “You do, baby girl,” he allows, kissing your nose before settling with you under the covers, snuggling closer and closing his eyes.

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[chanshoesunite]

absolutely loved your work with petting and grinding on chan

but what if he and reader haven't been intimate yet (maybe reader wanted to wait or smth) and they were making out and got carried away so hard that they started grinding on each other and came at the same time

okay bye

This was the image I had in my head when I read your ask. There you go, nonny, it's unbeta-d still but ONLY FOR YOU MY LOVE

You smile at Chan as he joins you on the couch, handing you a mug of tea. “There you go, princess,” he says, mirroring your smile, and you feel yourself blushing. You haven’t been dating for a long time, and there is still a hint of shyness you feel when he gives you his undivided attention, what with him being not only incredibly sweet and kind, but also extremely good-looking. Plus, you’ve only ever picked him up from his flat before, never coming in, and now, as you’re sitting on the dark grey IKEA couch in his living room, you feel more than a little flustered.

You thank him, averting your eyes as you cradle the warm mug in your hands, your legs crossed. “We barely dodged that downpour, huh,” you add, your gaze raising to the torrents raining down against the window.

“Yeah,” he agrees, eyes also watching the rainstorm outside. “Are you sure you don’t need a hoodie or something? Your jacket got pretty wet.”

“I’m fine with tea, thanks,” you say, but growing a little bolder, you add, “but you can always cuddle me to make me warm again.” Chan turns his head to look at you, and his smile is so soft it makes your heart yearn for him. “Come here, then,” he whispers softly, almost too soft to hear over the rain. Putting your mug down onto the little wooden coffee table next to the couch, you swing your legs over Chan’s, half sitting in his lap. “Hi,” you quip, and Chan’s smile widens even more. “Hi, baby,” he answers. “Would it be terrible of me to want to kiss that smug little expression off of your beautiful face?”

You giggle a little, feeling soft and flirty. “Would it be terrible of me to want you to do exactly that?”

Chan boops his nose against yours. “So happy we’re on the same page about this,” he says in a slightly raspy voice before he softly touches his lips to yours.

His kiss is sweet and slow and caring, just like all of your other kisses have been in the few weeks that you’ve been dating. With both of you busy with college and jobs, there wasn’t much time for just being together. But as his tongue slips into your mouth, exploring it sensually, you realise that, with the rainstorm cutting your trip to the amusement park short, it is now late afternoon and there is nothing else for the two of you to do except enjoying each other’s company… And maybe bodies? You shiver slightly at the thought – you are not very experienced with men yet, and the thought of sleeping with Chan is a little daunting to you.

Chan seems to mistake your trembling for cold, because he breaks the kiss softly and reaches around you to grab a fluffy blanket from the back of the couch, unfolding it and tugging it over the both of you, cocooning you closer to him. “Is that better?” he asks, pushing a curl behind your ear. You nod, whispering a soft “thank you.”

He smiles. “Now, where were we?” he murmurs in a deep, vaguely seductive voice.

You shrug. “Is there a still a smug little expression on my face?”

Chan touches your chin, pretending to study your face from various angles. “Oh my gosh, yes, absolutely!” he proclaims in mock-surprise.

“Hmmm.” You pretend to think about it for a second. “Then I guess the off-kissing hasn’t worked yet.” And you lean in to kiss him this time. As soon as your lips touch his, you feel that this kiss is different; with your bodies cradled together under the blanket, there is an added level of intimacy you hadn’t anticipated. Your tongues slip together, and a light groan escapes your throat, a sound that makes Chan’s hand travel to the back of your neck, softly stroking the tender skin there, and you utter another little sound.

Encouraged by this, his hands travel over your back just as yours move to his shoulders. The shirt is damp beneath your hands – not surprising, since Chan had not been wearing a jacket but just his longs-sleeved shirt as you’d made the dash from the car to his apartment building.

Chan breaks the kiss again to pepper little kisses along your jaw and down to the column of your throat. “Is this okay?” he breathes against your skin, and you shiver again – and again, not from the cold.

“Yes,” you say in a low voice. “But Chan?”

“Hm?” he hesitates. “Everything okay?”

“Absolutely.” You meet his gaze and press a quick peck to his nose. “I just wanted to ask you if… Could you take off your shirt? It’s pretty wet?”

Chan’s grin is almost wolfish. “Baby, if you want me to take my shirt off, you just have to say so.” You slap him in slight indignation, but he reaches back, grabbing the hem of the shirt under the blanket and pulling it off in one smooth motion. And then you’re in Chan’s lap and he’s shirtless, and the heat radiating off his body is too much for you to hold back. As he nods his consent, your hands follow the line of his shoulder, his muscled arms, his veined hands, his pecks, and all the while you're gazing at him, at this beautiful man who has decided that yes, you are worthy of his time and affection.

The soft sighs of pleasure he utters do things to you, but his body language clearly tells you that all the power lies with you – Chan knows that you want to take it slow, and he’ll give you all the time you need. So when you lean forward again to claim his lips, his reciprocation is almost euphoric, and his large hands find your back again as he pulls you against him. As you kiss him, stroking his soft skin, you feel yourself getting more aroused – this simple situation of slow touches and soft exploration is so incredibly sexy to you that you know you also want to be touched like that. Reaching down, you grab the hem of your own shirt.

Chan’s gaze is heated, but he immediately says, “You don’t have to, baby.”

You smile. “I know,” you answer. “I want to, though.”

Your boyfriend holds your gaze, then nods, as he watches you tug off your own shirt. His eyes travel over your skin, but you feel less shy than full of anticipation. You want him to see you, know you, feel you, just like you want the same from him. His big hands find your waist. “Just tell me to stop whenever, okay?” he whispers, and as he kisses you again, his fingers lightly brush against the swell of your breasts, his mouth swallowing your gasp of pleasure. You retaliate by softly biting his lower lip, and a groan escapes him. As Chan squirms in his seat, you feel his hard-on against the softness of your thigh, and in a spur of the moment-decision, you also shift your weight, throwing one leg over him and straddling him.

There is a surprised look on his face as you bear down on his lap, effectively grinding against him, and his eyes fall closed with a moan that’s louder and rawer than anything you’ve heard from him so far – you find it thrilling. The hardness beneath you, pressed against your core, is exhilarating, and you know that some day soon, though not today, you cannot wait to feel it inside you.

As you draw a lazy circle with your hips, causing both of you to moan at the friction, Chan’s hands find the clasps of your bra. “May I?” he rasps, and you barely have the breath to answer, but he hears you clearly enough. Unclasping the offending garment, he gets rid of it, and then his hands are back against your hips, helping you swivel them in ways that make you both groan in pleasure. Your eyes fall closed as you feel his tongue against your nipple, and you give yourself over to the sensations – his skin against yours, both of you enveloped in warmth as the rain splatters against the windows. He continues to pleasure your breasts with his lips and tongue, and the pace at which you move together grows more frantic and sloppy as you feel your desperation growing more and more urgent. Chan’s hardness is rock solid beneath you, his own moans are beginning to sound more like cries of pleasure, their sound pushing you closer towards where you need to be.

“Chan, I-“

“I know, princess, I’m almost there, too!”

Your lips find each other again, his hand cups your breast and then, as you grind down particularly hard, your orgasm hits you, and the way Chan cries out tells you that you’re not alone in your ecstasy.

You slowly kiss as you both shudder, clutching to each other, trembling through the aftershocks of pleasure despite being warm underneath your blanket.

You lean down to put your forehead against his. “That was… Unexpected,” you say, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Chan brushes a strand of hair back from your face. “A good kind of unexpected, I hope;” he says tenderly.

You nod. “Absolutely. You’re just too attractive to resist, Channie.”

You boyfriend chuckles. “God, I like you so much,” he says, pressing a few kisses to your face before you settle your head against his shoulder. You stay like that for a few moments, listening to the rain and the calming of your breaths.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Could you… I’d love to get out of these pants?”

“Ah, yeah, sorry.” You try to get off, but not before stealing another kiss. Chan gets off the couch, the wet stain prominent on his crotch. “Do you maybe want another cuppa? I bet yours is already cold.” He waits in the doorframe for your answer, his jeans already halfway off.

“No thanks.” You grin. “I’m warm enough now.”

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IMAGINE: Getting naughty with Chan, but you're not alone... pt. 1

You’re waking up to soft kisses on your neck and a hand gently stroking your skin beneath your t-shirt, slowly making its way up the slope of your breast, brushing against your nipple. You’re disoriented – it was late when you got back to the hotel room last night, partying after Stray Kids’ final concert of their latest world tour way into the wee hours of the morning. You blink into the twilit room, the groan escaping you a mixture of dismay at the light and the delight you feel as the straying fingers pinch your nipple.

You blink again and find yourself face to face with a sleeping Minho, his breathing steady and deep, his hands fisted into the huge shared blanket. Still disoriented, your attention is grabbed once more by the fingers caressing your breast, now travelling in the opposite direction, dipping lower, teasing the hem of your underwear (where did your skirt go last night?). A knee pushes between your legs from behind, and without thinking, you lift the upper leg to make space for it.

“Good girl,” Chan growls into your ear from behind, and as he pulls you more firmly against him, you can feel his hard cock pressing into your backside.

“Chan,” you whisper, enraged, “we can’t do this here, what if Lee Know-“ You bite your lip to stifle your moan as Chan’s hand slides into your underwear and parts your lips.

“You were saying?” he purrs into your ear as he begins to circle your clit slowly.

“We can’t do this here, we’ll wake Lee Know!” The amount of wetness between your legs betrays you, though, and you both know it – you find this just as hot as Chan does.

He pretends to pause for a few seconds, though, before snaking his other arm up around you and pushing two fingers into your mouth. “Well then,” he whispers darkly, “you’ll have to keep very quiet, won’t you?”

~part 2~ ~part 3~

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IMAGINE getting naughty with Chan, but you are not alone pt. 2

Chan is too impatient to take your underwear off, so he just tucks it aside before he shoves himself inside of you. Your groan is thankfully mostly contained by his fingers in your mouth – his much deeper moan of pleasure is uncomfortably loud in the silent room, though. You still as you glance at Lee Know, who hasn’t given any sign of waking, and slap Chan’s hand that is holding your hip in place.

“Sorry,” he whispers, but you can hear the smile in his voice. “You simply feel too good, so incredibly juicy and tight.” He pushes into you again, and although his moan is lower, it is still entirely too noisy in the quiet space. Unable to say anything, you lightly scratch his hand, and he seems to understand, because with the next thrust, he bites your shoulder to muffle his grunts.

He pushes into your body slowly yet with a strength you cannot believe someone sharing a mattress with the two of you won’t feel. He removes his hand from underneath yours and begins to draw circles against your clit, making you shiver in pleasure and fighting even harder to stay silent. Chan’s chuckle tickles your skin.

“What are you going to do if he wakes up, baby girl?” he murmurs into your ear. “Will you want Minho to watch me fuck you senseless? Will you want him to touch you? Or-“ he pushes into you with renewed fervour, suggesting he himself is fond of the idea, “will you want Minho to have his wicked way with you once I’m done with you?”

The thought excites you too. You close your eyes, willing your moans to stay locked in your throat. A threesome? Sure, you’ve always found the idea hot, but the possibility has never offered itself. Would Chan really share you if it came to that?

And then the two of you hear a third voice. “Why don’t you take your fingers out of her mouth, hyung, so she can answer?”

~part 1~ ** ~part 3~

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Library sex with Bang Chan

GENRE: smut, fluff

WORD COUNT: 3433

Author’s Note: This is part of a longer fanfic that one of us gifted the other for her birthday – but we figured we would share the smutty part with you. In this, you are Chan’s colleague, teaching at the same high school, and he’s the infuriatingly good-looking new staff member. Things escalate as you both try to work in the library… WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), slight dirty talk, semi-public sex

The school library is a weird room. It is located in one of the narrower parts of the building complex which separates the arts wing from the science wing and thus it is structured like a hallway that contains a massive number of books and has windows on either side. It’s also not a big room, which the school librarian Mr Kim combats by filling the well over two-meter-high shelves to the brim. Many of the language teachers are annoyed because of how little space is actually dedicated to literature, but you have always liked it. The fact that sunbeams are spilling into the room from two sides makes for ideal reading light, and even though it is not a spacious library, two can comfortably sit behind the counter and it is the ideal place to grade in peace since the room is closed to students between 9am and 12am.

You wonder how you have already managed to have two entire classes of essays in your bag after only a few days of teaching but attribute it to your amazing pedagogic proficiency. The staff room is noisy this Thursday morning, and you really don’t want to drag all of that correction work into your weekend, so you decide to grab the essays, a pen and a water bottle and make for the library. The room is locked, which is a good sign and means that you’ll be alone for a wonderful 45 minutes of peace, quiet and productivity.

You take a seat behind the counter and are too lost in thought to really notice the folder there, or maybe you, and you attribute it to Namjoon leaving his library work lying around, even though that is not his usual way of working. Grabbing the first essay, you start reading and are halfway through commenting it already when you hear a key turn in the lock and the door opens.

It’s Chan. Of course it’s Chan. It’s always him, isn’t it. At this point, you are not even surprised. Your new colleague, PE and maths, is everywhere, making you crazy with his annoyingly muscular arms, his kind, dimpled smile and his intense eye contact. The few times you’ve talked so far have always ended in embarrassment for you. Will this encounter go any differently? Probably not. Chan, bless him, is definitely surprised to see you. “

Oh!” he breathes. “I didn’t expect anyone to be in here!” He lingers in the doorway, unsure of his next course of action.

You half rise out of your chair, even though you don’t really plan on giving up your safe space. After all, you were here before him, folder or no folder. It’s not like you can reserve a space by placing something on a desk, this isn’t middle school. “I like to grade in here when I can. The staff lounge gets a bit noisy,” you say by way of explaining, but not apologizing, because you won’t do that.

Chan nods, showing he knows exactly what you’re talking about. And the longer he stands there, the less flustered he seems. “Care for some company?” he asks, a half-smile on his lips. “I promise I won’t distract you if you don’t distract me.”

You mock-contemplate his statement before making a show of shrugging your shoulders. You won’t let him see what he does to you – not yet. Or maybe ever. The jury’s still out on that one. “Deal.”

Chan nods and closes the door behind him. You watch him lock the door behind himself and leave the key in the lock. As he turns around, you raise one eyebrow at him. Now it’s his turn to shrug. “Well. We don’t want to be disturbed, do we now?”

Oh, so THAT’s how he wants to play it?! You won’t let him rile you up, though. “Whatever you want,” you quip, appearing to be bored as you look back down at your sheet and continue to read. It is a good essay, so you focuse on it while Chan takes a seat next to you. Are you imagining it or is he sitting closer than he needs to? His spicy cologne hits you, the faintly cinnamon-y smell deliciously sweet and savoury at the same time.

Out of the corner of your eyes you see him open a folder and grab a pen. Then Chan seems to start grading as well – maths homework, most likely. The two of you continue in silence except for the scratching of pens on paper, the rustling of sheets and the occasional sigh at the stupidity of a student. You last like that for some minutes until Chan sits up abruptly and turns his swivel armchair towards you. “Are you by any chance familiar with this library? Like, can you help me find a book?”

You frown, but shrug. It’s perfectly possible he’s never actually needed anything from here or can’t remember where which category of books is located. “Sure, what do you need?”

He smiles a small smile and nods. “Thanks. I need the latest edition of this maths book. There’s an error in this one and I wanna see if the newer version has the correct formula in it.”

You nod again and reach for the book. Yours and Chan’s fingers touch and at your physical contact, electricity pulses through you. It’s the first time you’ve touched, you realise, and it’s as exciting as you’ve imagined it to be. (You haven’t imagined it.) (Okay, maybe you have.) (No, you definitely have.)

You share a look, and whatever you’re feeling, you find it in Chan’s gaze, too. You don’t know what to say, though, so you do the only thing you can do – get up, round the counter and walk to the shelf with the schoolbooks. You raise your arm to point at the maths books. “Look, there-“ you start, but you can’t finish because suddenly, Chan is behind you, not quite pressing his front against your back, but you can still feel his chest slide against your shoulder blades, his breath ghost against your neck.

“YN,” he whispers roughly. “I’ve been thinking about you all week.” Well. That escalated quickly.

A gasp escapes you, and it seems to be all the invitation Chan needs to step even closer, so you are practically leaning against him. “I can barely resist you on a good day, but today –“

You can feel him gently nose your neck, and a shiver goes through you. “I need to know if I’ve read this right.”

You love a man who wants affirmative consent before seducing you in a library. You turn in his embrace to look him in the eyes and your breath catches at the sheer want in his eyes. So, you slide one hand to the back of his neck and bring his lips crashing down to yours. Fireworks explode in your stomach as Chan pushes you back against the bookshelf and slips his tongue inside your mouth, causing you to moan into his. Your hands slide up his defined arms, feeling the wiry muscles under his soft skin. He steps even closer, and you can feel the hard planes of his stomach against yours.

Remembering where they are, you break the kiss. Chan seems unwilling, but leans his forehead against yours, panting heavily. “What is it? Are you okay?” he asks, surprisingly sweetly amongst the throes of passion.

You grin wickedly. “Yeah. But we need to move a little to the right, or we’ll be visible from the upper windows.”

Chan grins too. “Wouldn’t want that. I want you all to myself.” At that, he lifts you up, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he kisses you again and carries you into a niche where there is only a small bookshelf and sits you down on top of it before pulling you forward, so you sit at the very edge of it.

His hands slide up your thighs and to your breasts, cupping them as he devours your mouth. Chan clearly has a plan, and you’re not one to stop this from happening. He kisses up your neck and to your ear.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers, and a shiver goes through your whole body – a shiver of desire. “I’ve wanted it since I first saw you. It kind of makes seeing you in the staff lounge really awkward.” Once again, you are forehead to forehead, and Chan’s duality – the hot hunk and the sweet guy – come together in a perfect union of horny and caring.

“I want you, too,” you answer, looking into his eyes, before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

The first glimpse of his physique is enough to make you gasp. His torso is toned, but not in an “I only eat chicken and broccoli” kind of way, but in a healthy, “I enjoy moving my body” manner. You slide your hands up to his pecks and Chan shivers. It’s empowering to see your touch causing him to react this way, so you continue to stroke him and finally swipe your tongue across one of his nipples.

Chan releases a broken moan before reaching for the hem of your colourful dress. He uses one arm to briefly lift you up, and you swear you can feel yourself getting even wetter at this display of strength. And then you are in your underwear before him, and he’s in between your bare legs, stroking them again, as if he’s trying to feel as much of your skin as humanly possible. You feel Chan’s fingers ghost across your back and stop at your bra.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice rough. You nod. “Come on, take me… Daddy Chan.” His startled laugh is more sweet than sexy. “You knaur, come to think of it, I’m not entirely sure I find that hot,” he admits, his smile slightly shy.

You sigh. “Thank God, I’m not sure I’m on board, either.” The two of you share a smile, and you are gladly surprised that the emotional intimacy of this encounter is not taking away from its excitement. “I do want you to take me, though… Chan.” You breathe his name, and Chan’s eyes glint at that.

“I like the way you say my name,” he rasps as he bends down to kiss you again, opening the clasps of your bra before tossing it to the floor and covering your breasts with his big, veiny, and slightly calloused hands. You moan as he plays with your nipples, stroking them into stiffness, and Chan, further incensed by the sounds, presses himself against you. You can feel his erection against your barely clothed womanhood, and the prospect of feeling him inside you has you writhing on the bookshelf. Because at this point there is no doubt about it – Chan doesn’t just have Big Dick Energy. He IS big.

“Take off your trousers, please,” you gasp as your hands slide down his ass, which is exactly as nice and firm as you had expected it to be (not that you’ve ever thought about that, either). Chan doesn’t stop kissing you, but his hands leave your breasts and fumble with his buttons. To get his skinny jeans off, however, he needs to break the kiss for a moment, but you use it to catch your breath and let your gaze rake across the Adonis that is Christopher Chan Bang. Really, you can’t believe you are this lucky, looking at the way his muscles move below the tanned skin.

Then it’s just the thin materials of your respective underpants separating you from your desire, and after another heated kiss, Chan suggest discarding them as well, to which you respond with a breathless nod.

As Chan bends down to rid himself of his boxers, you can only stare at him. You are so distracted by how thick his girth is that you only realise after a few seconds that he has made to grab a condom from his jeans.

“You bring condoms to school?” you ask, one eyebrow raised at her – hook-up? Is this what this is? Chan blushes. “A man can dream, can’t he?” You go unexpectedly soft at this. “Dream of me?”

He catches your eye. “Of course.” And then he rips the condom wrapper open and rolls the condom over his now confirmed big dick before stepping between your legs once more. He doesn’t, however, immediately go to remove your panties, but carefully touches you above the fabric, savouring the moment of having you so at his mercy. You (wiggle-)wiggle (for sure) in place, the friction not enough but still too much. Chan leans forward to gently kiss your throat, his movements slow and deliberate. “You are so wet, baby,” he growls, “I cannot wait to feel you properly.”

“Then don’t wait,” you whimper, grasping at his insanely broad shoulders. “I needed you inside me, like, yesterday!” Chan draws back, searching your eyes. He almost seems as if he has to steel himself that something he has wanted so badly for the past weeks is now about to finally happen.

“Okay,” he whispers, stepping back so he can roll down your underwear. When it’s off, you feel slightly cold and exposed, but your excitement is keeping you warm enough, and as Chan steps closer, his body heat makes you shiver.

He slips two fingers inside you, groaning at the tight wetness, and uses his thumb to stimulate your clit. The moans that escape you seem to edge him on, and he bends down to suck one nipple into his mouth. You groan as if in protest – this is great, fantastic even, but you really want the real deal, to feel him inside you.

“Chan, please, fuck me,” you almost beg, and his answering moan tells you that you’ve won, that he cannot hold back any longer, either. Chan’s second hand joins his first as he spreads your thighs wider and lines his cock up with your opening. “I’ll go slow,” he promises roughly, and then he is pushing into you.

The way his thick cock stretches you out is something you are sure you haven’t experienced before – Chan must be the biggest you’ve ever had. The stretch is a lot, but not painful, and the slowness of it makes it even more erotic. Chan’s quiet gasps at watching himself sink into your tightness and feeling you for the first time make you feel even sexier. And then it dawns on you – you’re about to get dicked down in the school library by the hottest colleague ever. A quiet laugh escapes you.

Chan glances at you in a quizzical manner, and you breathlessly answer his unspoken question: “We are crazy for doing this.” Chan smiles his wolfish smile. “Be quiet, then, or someone will hear.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Make me.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Oh baby,” he says, sounding almost disappointed in you. “I’ll do no such thing. I’ll make you scream.” And with that, he swiftly pulls back and plunges forward with a hard thrust that punches a loud moan out of you.

Chan sets a quick and hard rhythm, making the bookshelf shake and bang against the wall. You grinds your teeth, clawing at his shoulders, trying to keep all of your noises inside and failing to do so. The sensations are so intense – the way Chan pounds into you, the way you feel exposed to the cold air and the low but still possible risk of being discovered – that you cannot help the whimpers escaping your throat, especially since his skilled fingers are doing everything they can to give you as much pleasure as they possibly can. Chan does his best to kiss any noises off your lips before they escape, but he cannot entirely keep his groans in, either.

Suddenly, the sound of a key trying to be inserted into the door lock disturbs your peace. You freeze. Chan left his key stuck in the lock, so it’s impossible to open the door from the outside, but still. There is someone barely three metres away from you, trying to get in while you’re fucking in the next room. Chan looks at you in a silent dare before thrusting into you particularly powerfully, making a moan escape you.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-shout at him. Chan’s smile is positively evil. “I am not going to waste a single second with you,” he says, and despite the fact that you want to smack the smug grin of his face, you want to kiss him more. Chan turns back to the door after humouring you. “I have a parent-teacher talk in here,” he shouts, and the answering “Sorry!” coming through the door lets the two of you know that, for now, you are in the clear. “Smooth,” you compliment Chan before he starts fucking you with renewed vigour and all you can do is gasp quietly.

“You feel so incredible, baby, better than I dreamed you would,” he whispers into your ear, as if feeling the way your pleasure is mounting. “You’re so sexy, so beautiful, I can’t take my eyes off you.” The way he strokes your clit is making you shiver, and you can feel herself reaching out for ecstasy. “Are you going to come on my cock, baby? I think you are. I’m sorry we can’t take our time today, I’d love to eat you out for hours. Next time, okay, baby?” You nod, your whimpers getting higher in pitch.

“But honestly, baby girl, I didn’t expect you to be so dirty, letting me fuck you at school where anyone could hear… Such a bad girl. You’re lucky you’re so pretty, because normally, bad girls don’t get to come.” There he is again, Dom!Chan, and it is even hotter because you know that while he will talk dirty to you, he will always make sure you’re more than okay with everything he’s doing.

You are sure he can feel your pussy getting tighter, because his thrusts are getting sloppier, less refined, but not less delicious. “I bet you’ve thought about this too, baby, haven’t you? Letting me fuck you in the library? I knew you’d make the sweetest noises while I railed your deliciously creamy pussy.” He bites your earlobe, and that’s it, you are hurled over the edge by his next powerful thrust and need to bite Chan’s shoulder to hold in the shout you can feel tearing out of yourself. Chan’s thrusts are erratic, and he quickly buries herself deeply inside you as he comes with a deep moan that sends shivers down your spine.

The two of you still, holding onto each other as if for dear life as you catch your breath, gasping for air as if you’ve just run a marathon. Chan seems to come off his high first, nuzzling into your neck the way a tomcat would. You giggle softly, and he mirrors your sound before pulling back and catching your lips with his. This kiss is sweet and slow and a complete contrast to the way you’ve kissed before, but you find you prefer this. Again, he touches his forehead to yours while he gently pulls out. “Do you feel okay?” he asks, his voice soft and caring.

You nod. “Just a little cold,” you admit, at which Chan, still butt naked, bends down to find your clothes. “I’m a little sad to see you put them back on, though,” he says sheepishly, and you both blush, despite having just had sex in a freaking library. “I mean…” You hesitate. Chan looks up from discarding the condom. “Yeah?” You bite your lip. “You sort of promised this wouldn’t be the only time we’d be doing this, didn’t you?” Chan beams. “I sort of promised, yeah,” he says, borrowing your phrase. “Is that something you’d like?"

You decide to bite the bullet. “Well, obviously, Chan. You’re not only super hot, but also kind and caring and cute. Who wouldn’t like to hook up with you?” Chan looks thoughtful, thinking this through. “Only hook up?” You pull your dress over your head to borrow time. “What do you mean?” “Well.” He pauses. “If I asked you out to, say, dinner? As in a… Date? Would that be something you’d like as well?” You really have to hold back to let him finish and not immediately scream, “YES YES YES OH MY GOD ABSOLUTELY YES TOTALLY PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!!!!” Instead, you smile and say, “I would."

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IMAGINE: Getting naughty with Chan, but you're not alone... pt. 4

IMAGINE Chan has had enough – he is a patient man, but you can’t push him too far, and he feels excluded as he watches Minho positively rail your pussy. He moves behind him, grabbing onto his hips. “I think you need a bit of support here, Minho-ya,” he growls as he clutches his friend with an iron grip, positively controlling his movements as he pushes closer to him, Chan’s chest against Minho’s back. “Let me show you how to fuck Y/N right.”

You watch Minho, who is holding you up by your own hips, still his thrusts and turn his face to his hyung. Their faces are so close together, it’s practically a dare. Minho stares him down, but Chan isn’t backing down, either, their eyes locked in silent combat.

“Go on, then,” the younger man whispers roughly, and the moment is so charged, it’s making your skin tingle. “Show me.”

It doesn’t surprise you when Chan practically lunges forward to kiss Minho, and their kiss, while not gentle, is nothing short of erotic – the way those two struggle for dominance, Minho teasing Chan by playfully biting his lip, Chan crowding against Minho to not let him forget who, when push comes to shove, is the boss. A moan escapes you as you watch your lovers make out while one of them is inside you, and as if your noise has reminded them of your presence, Chan begins pushing Minho into you, effectively guiding the pace at which you’re being fucked, while still kissing him.

His lips wander to Minho’s neck, and the bite he administers doesn’t seem playful anymore, but Minho’s moan gives you goosebumps, and you know your own climax isn’t far off. Chan knows, too, because at that moment, he groans, half in frustration, half in lust, “Come on Minho, I’m so hard, make her come and then let’s spitroast her.”

His words, together with a few well-placed rubs to your clit, are your undoing, and you come on Minho’s cock not half a minute later, still watching Chan mouthing at Minho’s face, the recipient of his administrations closing his eyes in pleasure. Your broken moans tell Chan all he needs to know, and immediately he draws his friend back.

“My turn – take her mouth,” he growls, pushing Minho away. Minho seems to like being manhandled, because for once, he doesn’t run his mouth but simply does as he’s told.

Much more gently, Chan pulls you up. “Hands and knees, baby,” he says while he brushes a stray lock of hair from your face – an oddly gentle gesture in such a sexually charged setting, but this is Chan; always showing his love, even when he’s about to dick you down together with his friend.

You obey and immediately find Minho’s considerable cock in front of your face. For a second, he touches your chin. “Open up,” he coos, and you do so, eager to get started. Your lover moans as he experiences a different sort of wet heat while you taste yourself on his dick. He seems to be catching Chan’s eye. “Do it,” he all but commands. “Fuck her good, hyung. Make her moan around my cock.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Chan snarls, but of course he can never withstand a challenge, so he kicks your feet wider apart and does as he’s told nonetheless, starting on a harsh rhythm that makes you gasp and moan around Minho’s cock within seconds. You swirl your tongue around his tip, taking as much as you can into your mouth, and although Minho keeps holding your head, he doesn’t force it, ultimately giving you the power.

Instead, he keeps spewing filth into your ears: “Damn, Y/N, you look so good like this, satisfying two cocks at once – what a good little slut you are, the best. Oh baby, you should see this, it’s so hot, maybe we should make a video next time…”

Chan’s “There will be no next time!” is met with a chuckle.

“Let’s see,” Minho quips.

So, there you are, stuck between two of the hottest men alive, being dicked down from two sides – it’s almost too much to handle. Chan’s thrusts grow more erratic, and you can feel his fingers on your clit, trying to coax a second orgasm out of you as he’s railing you hard. You gasp around Minho’s cock, drawing moans out of him.

“Yeah? Are you going to come on Chan’s cock, Y/Nnie? Are you going to come while we spitroast you? Such a good girl, making us feel so good, such a perfect mouth, such a perfect little pussy –“

Your orgasm washes over you, and you all but whimper as Chan continues with a few hard thrusts before the clenching of your muscles causes him to come as well, his growl mirroring Minho’s as he, too, reaches his high.

Chan has you in his arms in a second, pressing you against himself possessively as if he wants to cuddle Minho’s scent off you immediately. All of you are breathing heavily, lying there, Chan separating you from Minho as the other gets rid of the condom.

The younger man giggles. “Oh, come on, hyung, we all know that Y/Nnie loves only you. And that was pretty hot. So why exclude me from the cuddling party?” He presses a kiss to Chan’s shoulder, and even though you’ve just come twice, your pussy is definitely interested in the sight. Chan grumbles, but lifts a blanket to spread about all three of you.

“Whatever,” he says. “Get some sleep.”

Minho and you smile at each other across Chan. It is entirely possible that that wasn’t the last adventure for the three of you…

~part 1~ ~part 2~ ~part 3~

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[chanshoesunite]

Hello there! I hope you are doing good :) I was wondering if maybe you would write something along the lines of sweet Channie not being able to help himself and masturbating bcus he got turned on by seeing some of (idol!)readers photos, or maybe a video? Bonus points if it's in public/somewhere where the boys could easily walk in on him. It can be during the relationship or before you guys are even together, whatever you prefer! Just some nasty thoughts I had heh. I'm loving all the content on your blog, keep it up ♡

Hope you don't mind I went for a fancam instead, I just liked the idea so much! :)

CHAN has always had a sweet spot for you – his dongsaeng from the same label. You met years ago during training, when you were still a soft-cheeked girl that called him “oppa” in the innocent tone of a little sister. He used to sneak you tteokbokki so you wouldn’t go hungry despite your harsh dieting plan.

Now, two years after your debut, you hardly ever see each other, and your relationship has changed with it. The easy friendship has developed into something else – you call him sunbae now, not oppa, and there is a tension there that Chan has never quite been able to place…

…until today, when he is lounging on his bed, scrolling through TikTok, and comes across one of your fancams.

It’s from your latest comeback, “Down”, and the concept is quite sexy. The song is a slow, pulsating tune with a hypnotizing bass and an almost chant-like chorus, perfect for autumn and the upcoming Halloween season. You are wearing a flowy white dress that is made to cling to you in all the right places by a black leather harness that goes well with your black leather stilettos and the smoky eye makeup. The fancam shows the killer part of the choreography, slow hip circles that follow the anti-drop in the chorus, and the way the members lower themselves to varying levels, creating a V formation, while circling their hips and pushing their arms up through their hair. It isn’t the most difficult move ever, but you are the centre for this formation, and you drop low on your high heels, managing to look demure while simultaneously practically eye-fucking the camera.

And that’s when it hits Chan, as he feels his pants constrict his awakening cock.

You are fucking hot.

His first reaction is panic – he can’t find you hot! You are his sweet, innocent YN whom he’s shared snacks with! He throws his phone onto the bed, crossing his arms. Then he grabs for his phone again and watches the fancam a second time. And a third time. Chan tries to tell himself that he is just doing it because it is his duty as a sunbae to watch out for his hoobae’s improvements so he can give her constructive criticism. But if he is completely honest, he watches it for that smirk you do just before you get back up from your … your slut drop.

It's as if Chan is seeing you for the first time – your round hips, your long legs, your breasts which are quite nicely accentuated by the harness… This is not the girl in sweatpants and trainers. This is a young woman who is desirable.

He glances down to his half-hard cock, then switches to YouTube to pull up an actual full-length fancam of you. There are several, and he chooses the one he’s briefly seen on TikTok, pressing play with a mixture of desire and anxiety. And then there you are, a vision in black and white, as you shamelessly seduce the camera. Chan doesn’t realise when he starts palming himself, only that he is, that he cannot get enough of the way you circle your hips, and then he’s thinking about what it would be like to have you on top of him, drawing lazy circles above his half-hardened cock. How he would put his hands on the curve of your hips and push himself into you, and how you would bounce on his dick – maybe you could keep the harness on, for the fun of it. He thinks about how good you would feel as he watches you shake your ass on Inkigayo, and then Chan pulls his cock out, and he knows it’s wrong, but how can it be when it feels so right, when you are the sexiest person he’s ever seen?

His hand is dry, and it’s not entirely pleasant but he’s too far gone, jerking himself hard and fast to you in that outfit, you doing that choreo, and when your eyes catch the camera again, he feels like you’re staring into his soul, knowing what he is doing, and you smirk. That smirk is Chan’s undoing, and he comes hard over his hand, your name on his lips, panting heavily.

The video ends and Chan tries to even his breathing. His hand is sticky, and he’s gotten some come onto his sweatpants. As he sees the stain, he feels shame – did he really just jerk off to his dongsaeng’s fancam? He pushes the feeling away. It’s not wrong – he knows for a fact fangirls (and fanboys) have done the same thinking of him – it’s part of being an idol. Come to think of it, maybe that’s why you have been weird around him lately? Because you realised he’s hot too?

What an interesting thought. Maybe, just maybe, you on top of him isn’t an impossible fantasy, after all? Chan grabs a tissue to wipe his hand. Grinning to himself, he decides to maybe try to catch you in the practice rooms next week…

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[chanshoesunite]

IMAGINE getting a dog with Bangchan

It has always been Chan’s dream to raise his own dog. With the two of you having shared a flat for almost a year now and enjoying the time together immensely, you’ve decided that the moment has finally come. You also love dogs, and since both of your birthdays are in October, you decide to make it a joint birthday gift. After careful consideration, you decide on a little rescue puppy, a curious small girl whose breed is somewhat of a mystery but whose huge dark eyes immediately stole your heart.

It’s the day before Chan’s birthday – because you want him not to suspect anything – and your new flatmate and you are playing on the floor of your apartment. The puppy has a small bow attached to her collar, and she seems delighted, trying to chase it.

When the both of you hear keys turning in the lock, your rescue wags her tail in curiosity before bounding over to the door to meet a new friend. Oh well, there goes the chance of her becoming a guard dog. Chan’s shout, “Baby, I’m home,” is cut short when your puppy rounds the corner. You can’t see the two of them from your position in the living room, but you can hear Chan pausing. “Oh my gosh,” he says lowly. “And who might you be?” He apparently drops his backpack before his voice raises a whole octave. “Who are you, my gorgeous little girl?”

You can’t wait any longer, so you get up to peek around the corner. Chan is on the floor, almost at eye level with the little dog, and his smile is better than you could have imagined. It’s just as happy and pure as when he looks at you. He is baby-talking at the little dog and scratching her belly, and the dog seems to have ascended straight to dog heaven.

“The shelter named her Astronaut because she’s such a little explorer. I like it.”

Chan glances up at you, and his dimples deepen as he beams at you. “She’s ours?” he asks breathlessly, his happiness dominating both of those syllables.

You can only nod, needing to clear your throat, moved as you are by his reaction. “Happy birthday to us,” you whisper.

In a second, he is on his feet, lifting you up in a hug, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses you fiercely, putting all his happiness and appreciation into the gesture. “God, I love you,” he breathes in between kisses, peppering your face with them. “I love you so much. This is the best surprise ever. I promise I’ll do half of the work and pay should she ever need a vet and-“

You silence him with a kiss. “I know, babe. You’re going to be the best dog dad ever.” You smile at him.

Chan leans his forehead against yours. “Oh God. Are you going to call me daddy now?”

Your smile turns cheeky. “Only if you want me to…” you purr. Chan’s hands find your ass. “Hey, not in front of the baby!”

Your boyfriend glances at Astronaut. “Reckon she’ll be okay for a few minutes without us? I need to show you how much I appreciate my gift.” You sigh. “You nerd.” He pouts. “Okay, sure, but if she ruins anything in the meantime, it’s your fault.”

His smile is menacing as he tightens his grip on your ass and moves you towards the bedroom door. “Oh baby… I’m about to ruin YOU.”

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