The Walk Of Shame — Bangchan ||
summary — Long before the sterile ER lights and the medical bills, there was just Chan, a deadbolt clicking shut, and a desperate, unhinged need to claim you completely. A look behind the bedroom door at the relentless, rough, and deeply possessive encounter that lett you thoroughly marked and beautifully ruined.
pairing — bangchan x reader
genre — established relationship, heavy smut, rough sex, praise, dirty talk
cw/tags -- highly explicit, rough sex, deep penetration, cervical bruising, overstimulation, hair pulling, clothing tearing, marking/biting/scratching, two orgasm (reader), fingering, begging kink, breeding kink, praise, heavy dirty talk., bdsm.
A/n — to the lovely person who commented on my last post asking for the pre-hospital scene: I AM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR COMMENT WHILE TRYING TO REPLY!! 😭😭I felt so bad, but this post is completely dedicated to you! I hope you guys like it!!!
After Reading || Two Days Later (Hospital Scene)
The click of the deadbolt was the only warning. The door shut, sealing out the world, his suitcases still by the door, and then his shadow was on you. No hello. No pause. His mouth crashed down onto yours in a kiss that was pure, scorching possession. It was hungry, devouring, his tongue thrusting past your lips with no hesitation, claiming every corner.
One hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back. The other roamed down, squeezing the curve of your ass in those silk shorts hard enough to make you moan into his mouth. He walked you back until your spine hit the wall. His body caged you in. His knee slid between your legs, grinding the rough denim against your silk-covered pussy, pulling a whimper from your throat.
The hand on your ass moved. He removed his knee, hooked his fingers into your shorts and panties, and yanked them down in one rough tug. His palm was back on you instantly, bare skin on bare skin, sliding through your slick folds.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growled against your lips. “Dripping for me.”
His mouth trailed down your throat, biting, marking. You whined when his hand left your pussy, but the sound died as his hands grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and ripped it open, baring your breasts.
He stilled, his breath catching. “God, look at these tits,” he breathed, palms weighing them, thumbs brushing your nipples. “Perfect. Missed these.” He took one peak into his mouth, sucking deep, while his other hand returned to your clit, circling with ruthless pressure.
Before you could collapse, he lifted you, carrying you to the bedroom with your legs wrapped around him while his mouth and hand worked you into a frenzy. He didn't lay you down; he deposited you on the bed and followed you down, his cock—thick, iron-hard—notching at your entrance.
“No more waiting,” he snarled, and he slammed home.
The penetration was so deep, so immediate, it stole your breath. He was buried to the hilt in one stroke, the thick head of his cock kissing your cervix with a profound, shocking pressure. He didn't start slow. He set a brutal, driving rhythm from the first thrust, each one a deliberate, devastating collision with that deepest part of you.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his voice already strained with the effort of his pace. “Take it. Take all of it. You feel how deep my cock is?”
You could only gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders, scoring down the hard muscles of his back. The scratches were deep, frantic, your only anchor in the storm.
He fucked you with a relentless, pounding intensity. The hand that wasn't braced beside your head came down to your hip, his grip vise-like, holding you still for his assault. He shifted, driving his hips at a sharper angle, and the head of his cock ground against your cervix with a ruthless, circular pressure.
“Oh, fuck, right there,” you sobbed, the sensation a blinding mix of pain and pleasure. “It’s too much!”
“It’s not enough,” he corrected, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re gonna come. You’re gonna come on this cock that’s bruising your fucking cervix. I’m gonna feel you break.”
The overstimulation was immediate and total. Your clit, already swollen from his earlier attention, was trapped against his pelvis, rubbed raw with every driving thrust. The deep, internal battering was constant. Your body was a live wire, strung too tight, sensations screaming from every nerve.
“Please,” you begged, the word a broken chant. “Please, please, please—”
“Please what?” he demanded, his pace never faltering. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come! I can’t—it’s too deep, I can’t—!”
He leaned down, his mouth capturing yours in a biting kiss, swallowing your cries. “Then come,” he growled against your lips. “Come for me. Let me feel that tight little pussy milk my cock. Do it.”
His command, the filthy words, the impossible, grinding depth—it shattered you. Your orgasm tore through you with violent, helpless intensity. Your back arched off the bed, a raw, screaming cry ripped from your throat as your inner walls convulsed around him in frantic, fluttering pulses. The pleasure was so acute it was agony, the overstimulation from the relentless thrusts making the climax feel endless, wracking your body with shudder after shudder.
He fucked you straight through it, his thrusts becoming shallower, harder, focused purely on grinding against that sensitized, bruised spot deep inside you, prolonging the torturous waves of your release.
“Good girl,” he grunted, his own control visibly fraying as he watched you come apart. “That’s one. But I’m not done with you.”
He didn't pause. His hands gripped your hips and flipped you over with a rough, effortless strength. Face down, ass up. He guided himself back into your slick, well-used heat—now dripping with your release—and thrust in. You cried out.
It was deeper. Unbelievably deeper. On your back, he’d been against your cervix. Now, in this vulnerable arch, he was past it, spearing into a place that felt untouched, each inward stroke a white-hot brand. The deep, bruising penetration was constant now.
His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto him. His balls slapped your oversensitive clit. You were sobbing, begging into the mattress. “Please! Please, don’t stop! It’s so deep, fuck, it’s so deep!”
One hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back. “You take this cock so good,” he grunted. “You feel how deep I am? I’m in your fucking guts. I’m gonna leave my name on your cervix, you understand me?”
Halfway through, he pulled you back against his chest. One hand groped your breast, pinching your nipple. The other slid down to your clit, circling it with brutal precision. Then he pulled his cock out.
You mewled in desperate protest, but two thick fingers slid into your dripping hole, curling, stretching.
“Beg,” he commanded, his voice dark. “Beg me to let you come. You wanna come, don’t you? After I’ve already fucked one out of your greedy little cunt?”
The begging poured out of you, raw and shameless. “Please, I need to come, please let me, I’ll do anything, I’ll be so good for you, please, I can’t take it, I need it so bad—”
“What will you do?” he prompted, adding a third finger. “Tell me.”
“Anything! I’ll suck your cock whenever you want, I’ll let you fuck my mouth, I’ll ride you until you can’t walk, please, just let me come!”
He groaned. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s my good girl.”
He withdrew his fingers and pushed you forward again, face down, ass high. He slammed back into you.
This was the final, brutal stretch. “Gonna fill this used-up pussy,” he grunted, his thrusts erratic. “Gonna come so deep it leaks out of you tomorrow. You feel that? You’re gonna feel this fuck for a week.”
You were babbling, tears on your cheeks. “Please, come in me, fill me up, mark me, I want to feel you for days, please!”
With a final, searing drive, he stilled, buried to the hilt, and roared. His release flooded your deepest reaches, a claiming shot directly at the bruised spot. The feeling tipped you over your own edge for a final, devastating time, your body seizing around him.
He collapsed over you, his weight a perfect anchor. In the silence, he nuzzled your temple.
And deep inside, the beautiful, throbbing ache began to set in.
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