summary : Chan was working on a track but his nose made Y/N’s fantasy run wild.
pairing : bang chan x reader
warnings : mdni, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, explicit language, needy reader, face riding, oral (f. receiving), degradation, spanking, nipple sucking, breast play, doggy style, missionary, chocking, intense orgasms, creampie.
(a/n : I seriously have a thing for this man’s nose..👉🏻👈🏻)
The dorm was unusually quiet, a rare occurrence that felt almost heavy with potential. Jeongin had headed out hours ago to meet some friends, leaving the sprawling apartment feeling cavernous and still. The only sound was the rhythmic, frantic clicking of a mechanical keyboard and the low, melodic loop of a bassline repeating through the studio monitors in the living room.
Chan was hunched over his laptop, his focus absolute. He was in "the zone", that state of being where the rest of the world ceased to exist, replaced entirely by waveforms and tracks. He was wearing a simple black tank top that hugged his broad shoulders, his hair slightly disheveled from where he’d been running his fingers through it in frustration over a particular bridge.
Y/N sat on the sofa adjacent to his workstation, a book forgotten in her lap. She wasn’t reading; she was hunting. Her eyes were fixed on his side profile, tracing the lines she knew better than her own. From this angle, the sharp, noble bridge of his nose was highlighted by the cool blue glow of the dual monitors. It was a nose she’d spent hours admiring, strong, distinct, and perfectly suited to his face. And then there were his lips. His plush, full lower lip was currently caught between his teeth as he concentrated, a habit he had whenever he was close to cracking a code in his production.
She felt a familiar, low belly ache begin to thrum. It wasn’t just that he was handsome; it was the sheer intensity of him. The way he commanded a room, the way he cared for everyone else, and the way he looked right now, competent, creative, and completely unaware of the effect he was having on her.
Her mind wandered, fueled by the silence and the sight of him. She imagined those lips on her. Not just kissing her mouth, but elsewhere. She imagined the sensation of that perfect nose, the feature she found most attractive, pressing against her, rubbing against her most sensitive skin while he worked his tongue. The thought of riding his face, of feeling the strength of his jaw beneath her and the heat of his breath against her thighs, made her heart skip a beat.
A soft, shaky sigh escaped her lips, louder than she intended in the quiet room.
The clicking stopped instantly. Chan’s head turned, his neck muscles corded as he looked over his shoulder. His eyes, usually sharp with professional focus, softened the moment they landed on her.
"You okay, baby? You’ve been quiet over there. What’s wrong?" he asked, voice low and concerned.
Y/N didn't answer immediately. She just looked at him, her gaze heavy and dark. The flustered heat was rising in her cheeks, but she didn’t look away.
"Y/N?" he prompted, his voice dropping an octave, sensing the shift in the air. He pushed his chair back slightly, turning his full body toward her.
She stood up, the book sliding off her lap and thudding onto the carpet. She walked toward him with a slow, deliberate gait that made Chan’s grip tighten on the arms of his chair. When she reached him, she didn’t stop until she was standing between his parted knees.
She leaned down, her hands bracing on his shoulders, and brought her face inches from his. She didn’t kiss him. Instead, she leaned in and gently rubbed the tip of her nose against his, a slow, intimate gesture that made him draw in a sharp breath.
"I can't stop thinking about you." she whispered, her voice a low rasp. Chan smiled, that sweet, dimpled grin that usually melted her, but his eyes stayed focused.
"I'm right here. You don't have to think about me."
"No," she murmured, her nose still sliding against his, "I'm thinking about what I want you to do to me. What I want to do to this face."
Chan’s hands moved to her waist, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her shorts.
"Is that so? I’m nearly done with this track, love. Just give me twenty more minutes to bounce this file and.."
"I don't want twenty minutes," she interrupted, straddling his lap before he could protest further. She sat heavy against him, feeling the immediate reaction he had to her proximity. She leaned into his ear, her lips brushing the shell of it. "I’ve been sitting there for an hour watching you. I’ve been imagining sitting right here, on your face, while you use that mouth for something other than singing."
"Baby, please. I have a deadline. You know how important this is." Chan let out a low, tortured groan, his head falling back against the headrest of his chair.
Y/N didn't listen. She began to trail kisses down his neck, her tongue darting out to lick the pulse point that was hammering beneath his skin.
"You can work later," she whispered, her hands sliding under his tank top to feel the warm, hard muscle of his chest. "Right now, I want you to taste me. I want to feel your nose rubbing against my clit while you eat me out until I can’t scream your name loud enough."
She felt him shiver beneath her. Chan was a man of immense discipline, but his resolve was crumbling. Her hands moved lower, grinding her hips against his, letting him feel exactly how ready she was. She leaned back to look him in the eye, her expression pure, unadulterated want.
"Undress me, Chan. Or I'll do it right here on your desk."
Chan’s eyes darkened, the professional producer vanishing to be replaced by a man who had been pushed to his limit. He let out a frustrated, hungry sound, half-growl and half-laugh.
"Fuck… You’re being such a needy little thing right now." Despite the words, his cock twitched beneath her. "Okay, work is over." He rasped.
In one fluid motion, he stood up, catching her thighs and hooking them around his waist. He didn't let her feet touch the ground. He kicked his chair back, the wheels whirring against the floor, and marched toward the bedroom.
He tossed her onto the mattress with a controlled strength that made her breath hitch. He didn't follow her down immediately. Instead, he stood at the edge of the bed, his chest heaving.
"Strip," he commanded, his voice lacking any of its usual softness. "Everything. Now."
He didn't wait for her to finish before he yanked his own tank top over his head, tossing it into some corner of the room. His physique was a map of hard work, broad shoulders, defined abs, and arms that looked more than capable of holding her in whatever position he chose.
He climbed onto the bed and lay back, head resting on the pillows, waiting. Y/N worked quickly, heart pounding, her fingers trembling slightly as she shed her clothes under his predatory gaze. When she was bare, she straddled his chest first, then moved higher until her dripping pussy hovered right above his mouth. Chan’s hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down firmly onto his face.
"Fuck.. You wanted to see what this face could do? Now sit on it." he growled against her folds before dragging his tongue from her entrance up to her clit in one long, wet stroke. Y/N moaned loudly, rocking her hips as his tongue circled and flicked her sensitive nub. His nose pressed perfectly against her, rubbing with every movement she made. The friction was maddening, his nose nudging her clit while his tongue plunged inside her, licking and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.
"Oh god, Chan, eat my pussy just like that." she gasped, her fingers tangling in his blonde hair, her back arching.
He was relentless. He knew exactly how to use his features to drive her insane. He would swirl his tongue around her entrance, then press his face deep into her, the rougher texture of his skin and the firm shape of his nose creating a friction that had her toes curling.
"You like this, don't you? My pretty girl, riding me just like that, making such a mess all over me.. Mmm and you taste so damn good" he groaned into her pussy, the vibrations shooting straight through her.
She rode him harder, grinding down, smearing her wetness across his lips and chin. Chan’s fingers dug into her ass, guiding her rhythm as he ate her out with filthy enthusiasm. Every time his nose bumped her clit she gasped, thighs trembling.
“Baby, fuck, your nose feels so good,” she whimpered, rolling her hips faster.
He responded by sucking her clit between his lips and flicking it rapidly with his tongue while his nose stayed buried against her. He was devouring her, his focus even more intense than it had been on his music. She felt the tension building, a coiled spring in the pit of her stomach.
"Channie, I'm... I'm close," she sobbed, her hips bucking instinctively against his face.
"Give it to me then," he growled, his teeth grazing her inner thigh before he went back to the center of the storm. "Show me how much you wanted this."
The climax hit her like a tidal wave, her muscles spasming as she cried out his name. Chan didn't stop. He stayed right there, drinking her in, his nose still rubbing against her as she came, ensuring every last vibratory nerve ending was accounted for.
When she finally collapsed onto the mattress, gasping for air, Chan crawled up her body. He was flushed, his lips wet and glistening, his eyes burning with an intensity that told her he was nowhere near finished.
"You really couldn’t wait twenty fucking minutes for me to finish the song, could you? Had to come over here and act like a desperate whore."
"I needed you…" Y/N whimpered.
Chan spread her legs wide and delivered two sharp slaps directly to her swollen pussy, making her jolt and moan.
"So impatient" he murmured, slapping her pussy again, the wet sound echoing. "Could’ve been finishing that track, but no, you had to interrupt my work and sit on my face just because you needed me. Now this needy cunt gets punished before I even fuck it." Another slap landed, harder, right on her clit, and she cried out, hips bucking. "Look at you, dripping even more after every slap. Such a filthy little slut."
He shoved his sweats down, his cock sprang free and flipped her over onto her stomach in one swift movement, pulling her hips up so she was on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, one hand gripping her hip while the other came down hard on her ass cheek with a sharp smack. She yelped, the sting blooming into heat that made her pussy clench. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth at her ear.
"This is what you get for being a distraction. Gonna fuck this tight pussy until you can’t walk." he warned, spanking her again on the other cheek.
He entered her with one long, slow thrust that filled her completely. Y/N let out a strangled cry, her forehead pressing into the pillow. He was large, and the angle was deep, hitting spots she didn't know she had.
Chan began to move, his hands gripping her hips so hard his knuckles turned white. He didn't go easy. He drove into her with a primal rhythm, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room where the music had been just minutes before.
"Look at you, taking every inch like a cock hungry bitch," he groaned, his voice a raw, jagged thing. "Did you miss me that much? Even when I was just ten feet away?"
"Yes," she whined, her voice breaking. "Chan, please, fuck me harder."
He reached around and grabbed her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh before pinching her nipple between his fingers. He rolled and tugged the sensitive bud, sending sparks straight to her core.
"You asked for it, baby. This pussy’s mine to wreck." he grunted, spanking her again while his other hand stayed busy twisting her nipple.
Y/N could only whimper in response, pushing back to meet his brutal thrusts. Chan pulled her upright suddenly, pressing her back to his chest. One hand wrapped around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her head spin deliciously. His other hand slid down to rub her clit in tight circles while he fucked up into her from below.
"Oh shit, just like that.. Choke me harder Channie." she gasped, and he tightened his grip, fingers pressing against the sides of her neck. The lack of air mixed with the relentless pounding of his cock made her vision blur with pleasure.
Then he flipped her again, pulling her legs over his shoulders, wanting to see her face as he lost control. This position allowed him to go even deeper. He watched her eyes roll back, her lips parted in a silent scream.
"That’s it.. You fit so perfectly against me.. Don’t look anywhere else. Stay with me." he commanded. When she met his gaze, he leaned down, kissing her deeply. She tasted herself on his tongue and moaned into the kiss.
His hands went to her breasts once again, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers played with the other. He bit down gently, then soothed the mark with his tongue before switching sides. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Chan groaned, picking up the pace again until he had her crying out beneath him. He was dominant, vocal, and completely unrestrained.
He moved her into a dozen different positions, exploring every inch of her. He was a perfectionist in bed just as he was in the studio, and he wouldn't stop until she was a trembling, spent pile of limbs. And she was.
"Gonna come for me once again?" he asked, when he felt her clenching around him, his voice rough. "Come on my cock while I fill you up babygirl."
She nodded frantically, and he reached down to rub her clit in firm circles. The combination of his thick cock stretching her, his mouth on her nipple, and his fingers working her sensitive bud sent her spiraling into another orgasm. Her walls clamped down around him, milking his release. Chan buried his face in her neck, groaning as he pumped his load deep inside her, his cum mixing with hers and leaking out with every thrust.
When he finally pulled out, he watched the creamy mess drip from her pussy with a satisfied smirk. He gathered some on his fingers and pushed it back inside her, making sure none went to waste.
“Keep it in there, baby,” he whispered, kissing her softly. “Want you full of me all night.”
He collapsed onto her, his heart hammering against hers, their breaths synchronized in the dark room. The silence returned, but this time it wasn't heavy or tense. It was warm.
After a few long minutes, Chan shifted his weight, rolling off her but immediately pulling her into his side. He was breathing hard, his skin slick with sweat.
"You’re trouble, you know that?" he muttered, his voice returning to its soft, Australian lilt. "I had work to finish and somehow you still managed to make me forget about it." he added with a teasing smile and she let out a soft laugh.
"Mm.. And whose fault is that?" she teased back. "I didn’t make you forget your work, you did that all on your own. I just happened to be a very convincing distraction."
He shook his head in disbelief, still smiling, and reached down, pulling the duvet over them both, despite the heat. Then, the aftercare began. It was the part of him she loved just as much as the intensity. Chan was the king of aftercare.
He didn't just roll over and sleep. He got up and grabbed a warm, damp washcloth, gently cleaning her with a tenderness that stood in stark contrast to the way he’d just been handling her. Then he brought her a bottle of water and moved back into bed, pulling her head onto his chest.
"You did so good for me today. You okay?" he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm.
"More than okay love." she breathed, her voice still a little shaky.
He kissed the top of her head, his hand sliding down to cup her cheek. He used his thumb to wipe away a stray tear of overstimulation.
"My perfect girl, I love you so much, you know. Even when I'm grumpy about my music and stressed about deadlines. You're always my priority."
"I know Channie and I love you too" she said, snuggling closer. "But the music is good. I was listening to the loop. It’s going to be badass."
"I forgot you were listening. I thought you were just staring at my nose." he chuckled, a low, vibrating sound in his chest.
"I was doing both. It’s a very distracting nose." Y/N laughed, the sound bright in the quiet room.
Chan leaned down, rubbing his nose against hers once more, the same gesture she’d used to start the fire.
"Well, I’ll have to make sure I use it more often then."
"Mm I wouldn’t complain." they laughed and he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her like a cocoon.
“Rest now, baby. I’ve got you. Always.”
He held her until her breathing evened out, occasionally whispering more praises and gentle words, making sure she felt cherished and safe in the afterglow. Outside, the city of Seoul hummed with life, and eventually, they would hear Jeongin’s key in the lock, the quiet return of reality. But for now, in the safety of their room, there was only the scent of salt and sex, the slow beat of two hearts, and the profound peace of being exactly where they belonged.
