Bangchan’s BF

Kpop Male Idol X Male Reader

Warnings🔞: oral, cum play, dirty talk, s&m, edging

Paring: Bangchan (dom top) x male reader (sub bttm) Genre: smut Warnings: oral, cum play, dirty talk, edging, spanking

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Today was the first night of Stray Kids’ Run It tour. Even though I was Bang Chan’s secret boyfriend, he still kept every detail of the setlist and outfits locked away. “I want you surprised,” he’d said with that little smirk, kissing the top of my head before leaving for soundcheck.

Work ran late. By the time I got home the concert was already over. I dropped onto the couch, still in my work clothes, and opened X out of habit. The timeline was flooded with fancams.

The first clip stopped me cold. Chan in a black pinstripe blazer left completely open, nothing underneath. Sweat shining on his collarbones, sliding down the middle of his chest, catching on the hard lines of his pecs and abs. Then he turned and the back of the jacket was cut out, a wide open oval that showed every muscle in his back flexing under the lights. Another video—encore. White cropped tank that barely covered his nipples, Stray Kids logo stretched across his chest, the hem riding up so high you could see the full V of his hips and the waistband of his Chrome Hearts briefs. Red hair damp and messy. Arms raised. Abs on full display.

My cock twitched hard in my pants.

I stripped on the way to the bathroom, showered fast, and walked straight to the bedroom still dripping. Naked, I climbed onto the bed, phone in one hand, cock in the other. I scrolled through every photo and short clip I could find, stroking slow at first, then faster. The open blazer. The hollowed-out back. The crop top. That red hair. Soft moans started slipping out of me without permission.

I was so focused I never heard the front door.

The bedroom door clicked open. Chan stood there in the dark, bag dropped at his feet. His eyes locked on me—naked, legs spread, fist wrapped around my cock, phone glowing with his own sweaty face on the screen.

“What are you doing, babe?”

My heart jumped into my throat. I tried to play it cool, yanking the sheet up. “Nothing.”

He stepped closer, voice low and dangerous. “Are you touching yourself?”

“No…” My voice shook.

“Oh. Let’s see.” He ripped the sheet away in one motion. My hard cock slapped against my stomach, shiny with pre-cum. “Then why are you naked and your cock is hard, babe? You know I hate it when you touch yourself without permission.”

He reached for the phone. I tried to hide it but he was faster, snatching it out of my hand. His eyes flicked over the screen—his own abs, the open blazer, the crop top, the red hair—and a slow, dark smile spread across his face.

“Oh wow. You’re jerking off to my pics from today’s tour? What a little slut. Were you that horny you couldn’t wait for Daddy to come back?”

Heat flooded my face. “You were too hot today… you looked so good… I couldn’t hold it. Sorry, Daddy.”

Chan grabbed my chin and forced my face up. He slapped my cheek lightly, just enough to sting. “You love my body that much? Okay. Worship me. Right now.”

I scrambled off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. My hands went straight into his tank top,. His skin was still damp and warm from the stage. I took his clothes off and buried my face between his pecs, inhaling hard. That thick, musky scent of sweat and cologne hit me like a drug. I licked a long stripe up the middle of his chest, tasting salt, then opened my mouth over one of his tits and sucked. My hands squeezed the heavy muscle, thumbs rubbing over his nipples while I bit and licked, making wet, greedy sounds.

“That’s it,” he groaned, fingers sliding into my hair. “Play with them. They’re yours tonight.”

I switched to the other side, sucking harder, leaving a faint mark. Then I dragged my tongue lower, tracing every ridge of his abs, kissing down the line of muscle until I reached the happy trail disappearing into his pants. I nuzzled the front of his crotch, breathing him in through the fabric before yanking the zipper down and shoving everything to his thighs.

His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already half-hard and flushed. I pressed my nose against the base and inhaled again, the smell stronger here, pure him. Then I licked a slow stripe from his balls all the way up the underside of his shaft. He twitched against my tongue.

“Open,” he ordered.

I took him into my mouth, letting the head push past my lips, then further, further, until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered immediately. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I forced myself deeper, gagging wetly around him. Drool ran down my chin and onto his balls. I looked up, maintaining eye contact the whole time while he held the back of my head and started thrusting, shallow at first, then harder.

“Fuck—look at you. Choking on Daddy’s cock already.” He slapped my cheek lightly again, still buried in my throat. “Take it. Good boy.”

I pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock, then ducked lower. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue while my hand stroked the spit-slick shaft. After a minute I pushed his thighs apart, leaned in, and spread his cheeks with both hands. My tongue found his hole and licked a firm stripe over it. Chan’s hips jerked.

“Shit—”

I didn’t stop. I pressed my face in deeper, tongue circling, then pushing inside, fucking him with it in slow, filthy strokes while he cursed under his breath and gripped my hair hard enough to sting.

When he finally pulled me off, his cock was rock-hard and shiny with spit, his hole wet and twitching.

“Bend over. On the bed. Ass up. It’s time for your punishment.”

I scrambled into position, face in the sheets, ass presented. Chan’s hand came down hard on my left cheek. The sound cracked through the room.

“Count.”

“One—”

Another slap, harder.

“Two—”

He kept going, each spank sharper than the last. When my voice got too quiet he stopped mid-swing.

“Louder. That one doesn’t count.”

I had to start over twice because my voice cracked. By the time I reached ten my ass was burning, skin hot and red, cock leaking steadily onto the sheets. The sting mixed with pleasure until I was pushing back into every hit, desperate.

Chan dropped to his knees behind me, spread my cheeks, and dragged his tongue over my hole in one long, filthy lick. I moaned into the mattress. He kept licking, wet and thorough, while one hand reached under and stroked my cock in firm, slow pulls. Just when I started rocking back onto his tongue he stood up, lined his cock against my hole, and pushed in.

The stretch burned in the best way. He sank all the way in with one long thrust, hips flush against my sore ass.

“Hands behind your back.”

I crossed my wrists at the small of my back. He grabbed them in one big hand, using the hold as leverage while he started pounding into me. Deep, hard, relentless. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Every thrust punched a moan out of me.

“Take it,” he growled. “This is what you get for touching what’s mine without asking.”

He fucked me until my thighs were shaking, then pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. He lay back on the bed, cock standing up shiny with my slick.

“Ride me. Look at me while you do it.”

I climbed on, straddling his hips, and sank down onto him in one slow slide. The angle was different—deeper. I started bouncing, hands braced on his chest, staring down at his face while his cock dragged over that perfect spot inside me over and over.

Chan’s hand wrapped around my cock and stroked in time with my movements. The dual sensation was too much. My thighs started to tremble.

“I’m—close—”

He let go immediately. I whimpered, still riding him, desperate.

“Please, Daddy—”

He stroked me again until I was right on the edge, then released me. Again. And again. I was a mess—crying, begging, hips stuttering as I chased the orgasm he kept stealing.

“Please, please, I need to come—please let me—”

Finally he nodded. “Come. Right on my abs.”

I slammed down hard and came with a broken moan, thick ropes of cum painting across his defined stomach, some of it landing on his chest. The clenching of my hole dragged Chan over the edge with me. He gripped my hips and thrust up, flooding me deep, hot pulses filling me until I could feel it leaking out around his cock.

I didn’t stop.

While he was still sensitive and twitching I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, using my weight to keep him down. I kept riding, slow and deep, grinding my hole on his overstimulated cock. His eyes went wide.

“Baby—fuck—too sensitive—stop—”

I leaned down, still moving, and kissed him messy. “No. You’re gonna fill me again.”

He groaned, half protest, half pleasure, body tensing under me as I milked a second orgasm out of him. More cum pulsed into me, overflowing, dripping down my thighs onto his hips.

When I finally stilled he was breathing hard, eyes dark and wrecked.

“Turn around,” he said, voice rough. “Show me.”

I climbed off carefully, turned, and bent over so he could see. I reached back, spread myself, and pushed. His cum—thick, warm, messy—slid out of my used hole and dripped down my balls.

Chan’s hand came down in one last sharp spank.

“You filthy little whore.”

He pulled me into the shower after that, washing us both under the hot water with surprising gentleness, then dried me off and dragged me into bed. I fell asleep with his arm locked around my waist, this is my favorite tour experience ❤️‍🔥.

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Paring: Bangchan (sub top) x male reader (dom bttm) Genre: smut Warnings: oral, cum play, dirty talk, edging

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October 12, 2025—the day Stray Kids’ official Instagram dropped those pics of Bang Chan, and I was absolutely gagged. I’d been scrolling through my feed during a lunch break from staff duties, and there they were: Chan in that fucking sexy vest, the black fabric clinging to his torso like a second skin, showing off his pale, smooth shoulders and arms, the armlet strapped tight around his bicep, enhancing the bulge of muscle and the veins snaking down his forearm. In one shot, he was sitting in a chair, bandana on his head, sunglasses on, looking like a brooding king with that black hair falling just right, his pecs peeking through the vest’s low cut, a necklace dangling over his chest. My dick twitched instantly, a rush of heat pooling in my gut as I zoomed in—god, that pale skin glowing, the way the armlet made his bicep look even more defined, like it was begging to be grabbed. But jealousy hit hard too. He’d never shown me these pics before? We’d been secretly dating for months, sharing everything from sweaty post-practice selfies to late-night nudes, but this? This was new, and it pissed me off that fans got it first.

I fired off a text: “wtf is that on ig? why u never send me this sexy hot pics first, im mad.” I added screenshots, my fingers flying in frustration, the horniness mixing with annoyance.

His reply came quick: “Babe, calm down lol. I forgot to send them to you first—tour’s been crazy. Didn’t mean to. You jealous?” He added a winking emoji, but it only fueled me.

“jealous af and horny. that vest? armlet? showing off your pale skin and biceps like that? u look insane. if u want me to cool down, wear that outfit and come over. let me do anything i want to u.”

“Yes pls,” he texted back, his tone teasing even in writing. “Haven’t had sex in weeks cuz of tour. Be home in an hour. Prepare yourself, flashlight.” The nickname made me smirk, but the wait was torture—I paced, my mind racing with ideas, the pics still open on my phone, my cock half-hard just thinking about dominating him for once.

When he arrived, the tension was immediate—the air thick with unspoken need as I opened the door. He was already in the outfit from the pics: the black vest hugging his body, showing off his pale shoulders and arms, the armlet on his bicep making the muscle pop, silver hair tousled, bandana and sunglasses still on, looking like a rockstar god. But his eyes darkened when he saw me—I’d changed into his favorite sexy lingerie: black lace thong and garters, the fabric sheer enough to show my hardening cock, a choker around my neck mirroring his style. “Fuck,” he breathed, stepping inside, the door shutting with a click that echoed like a starting gun.

We could feel the tension crackling—his eyes raking over me, my gaze locked on his biceps, the way the vest teased his pecs. “You mad?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, but I grabbed his wrist, pulling him to the living room chair.

“Sit,” I ordered, my voice firmer than usual, and he complied with a smirk, letting me tie his wrists behind the chair with ropes I’d prepared, his armlet pressing against the binds, his biceps flexing as he tested them. “This is for not showing me first,” I said, straddling his lap briefly, feeling his cock already rock hard through his pants, the bulge pressing against my lace-covered ass. I teased him, my hands starting on his pecs—fingers tracing the exposed skin through the vest’s cut, feeling the firm muscle, pinching his nipples lightly, making him hiss. Then to his biceps—the armlet cool under my palm, the veins pulsing as I squeezed, the pale skin soft yet taut over the muscle. Down to his abs, slipping under the vest to trace the ridges, feeling them contract under my touch. Finally, to his dick—palming him through the pants, the hardness throbbing against my hand, hot and insistent, making him groan, “Baby, untie me—let me touch you.”

“No,” I said, sliding off, unbuttoning his vest slowly, revealing more of his pale chest, the necklace dangling as I peeled it off. His pants next, yanking them down with his boxers, his cock springing free—thick, veiny, the head flushed and leaking. I took him in my mouth teasingly, my lips wrapping around the tip, tongue circling the cockhead in slow, lazy swirls, tasting the precum as I took him deeper, but pulling back just as he bucked. “Fuck—stop circling, suck it proper,” he begged, his voice strained, silver hair falling into his eyes as he strained against the ropes, his biceps bulging.

“This is your punishment,” I mumbled around him, keeping the teasing licks, my tongue tracing the veins down his shaft, then back to the head, circling endlessly, drool dripping down as he panted, his abs contracting with each frustrated thrust. I spread his legs wider, my hands on his thighs, and dipped lower, tasting his pink, sexy asshole—my tongue licking a tentative stripe over the rim, the musky flavor hitting me as he gasped, ashamed but moaning. “Wait—fuck, that’s…” he trailed off, his face flushing red, the dominant one now vulnerable, and I loved it, seeing him squirm with shame while his cock twitched harder. I thrust my tongue inside, circling the tight muscle, sucking gently, his moans growing louder, “God, that feels good—don’t stop.” I fingered him too, one lube-slick finger pushing in, curling against his prostate as I sucked his cock again, the dual assault making his eyes roll back, body arching. At the same time, I grind my cock on his foot, the lace thong rubbing against his skin, the friction teasing me as I humped, my moans vibrating around his cock.

He couldn’t hold back—cumming hard in my mouth, ropes of hot, thick load filling me as he groaned, “Fuck—take it.” I spat it out, using the cum as lube to finger my hole, circling my rim before pushing in, the slickness making me moan as I straddled him, sinking down on his cock. He was sensitive post-cum, his voice breaking, “Wait—too much, please stop,” but I rode him slow at first, feeling every inch stretch me, his thickness pulsing inside. “So hot seeing you beg,” I teased, riding harder, my hips bouncing, his cock hitting my prostate with each drop. I edged him—speeding up, my ass clenching around him as I rose and fell, the silver hair swaying with the movement, then slowing to grinds, circling my hips to feel every vein drag inside me. He begged, “Please—slower, it’s too sensitive,” his body squirming in the chair, ropes straining against his biceps, but I kept going, slapping his face lightly, the sting making him gasp, spitting in his mouth a little, “Open,” I said, watching him swallow, his eyes desperate. I ground my cock on his abs while riding, the ridges of his muscle rubbing against my lace-covered shaft, the friction building my own pleasure, the lace wet with precum as I bounced, my ass slapping against his thighs, until I came, spilling over his abs, clenching around him as he followed, cumming in my ass, hot and deep.

“I’m not done with you yet, daddy,” I whispered in his ear, feeling his cock twitch inside me at the words. I slid off, using my cum on his abs as lube, jerking his sensitive cock fast, twisting over the head. He begged, “Stop—please, it’s too much,” squirming wildly in the chair, his body twisting against the ropes, body covered in sweat, his biceps bulging as he pulled futilely at the binds, his voice breaking into desperate whimpers, “Fuck—baby, mercy, I can’t take it, it’s overwhelming, please stop torturing me.” But I kept going, my hand slick with our mixed cum, stroking relentlessly, the sensitivity making him thrash, tears pricking his eyes as he sobbed, “No more—I’m begging, it hurts so good, but stop, I can’t.” The torture was intense—his cock twitching violently in my grip, the head flushed red, every stroke sending him into overload, his abs contracting painfully, his legs kicking as much as the chair allowed, his choker jingling with each jerk of his body. He overwhelmed, his begs turning to broken pleas, “Please—fuck, I’m gonna break, stop jerking it so hard,” until he squirted—a waterfall of clear fluid shooting out in powerful spurts, soaking himself, me, the chair, the floor, his body convulsing as he cried out, “Ah—fuck, yes—no, stop!”

I untied him, snapping pics of him wrecked—silver hair messy, cum and squirt everywhere, his pale body flushed. “My gift,” I said, and he looked at me, grinning through the haze, “Didn’t know you had this side. I love it.”

He pulled me close, kissing me deeply. “Next time, I get revenge.”

Paring: Bangchan x male reader Genre: smut Warnings: oral, cum play, dirty talk, S&M

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The concept photos for the August comeback dropped at midnight, and you couldn’t look away.

Chan looked like a dominant alpha.

Blonde hair styled sharp and wild, red lighting painting his skin like fresh blood. He wore a suit jacket with nothing underneath, the deep V-line of the jacket showing off his pecs. He held a large black feather fan in one shot, staring straight into the camera like he was ready to devour whoever looked at him.

Your cock was rock hard in seconds. Lots of filthy thoughts flooded your mind.

You texted him immediately: “Channie, these photos are dangerous. You look like you want to break someone. 🥵”

His reply was short and commanding: “My place. 30 minutes. Bring nothing but yourself and wear your lace thong.”

When you arrived, the apartment was filled with red light, the whole room radiating a sexual vibe. Chan had lit some of his favorite scented candles. The floor was covered in red rose petals. In the center of the living room stood a sturdy wooden chair with thick black leather cuffs already attached to the arms and legs.

Chan stepped out from the shadows wearing the exact concept outfit. He looked like he had stepped out of the photos and into your darkest fantasy.

“Tonight,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “you’re not my boyfriend. You’re my sexy little slut. And I’m going to use you however I want.”

He blindfolded you first, then stripped your clothes off, leaving only the lace thong on. He guided you to the chair and locked your wrists and ankles on the chair with the leather cuffs , spreading you wide open. The position left you completely helpless — cock exposed and already leaking, hole twitching under his gaze.

Chan circled you slowly, like a predator. He started with his hands — rough, possessive touches. He slapped your inner thighs hard, the sharp smacks echoing as your skin turned red. Then your chest, your stomach, your cock, and even slapped your face a little bit — which made your cock twitch and drew a moan from your lips.

“You’re already dripping just from being tied up,” he mocked, voice dripping with lust. “Such a pathetic little pain slut.”

He dropped to his knees, slid your thong to the side, and started to play with your cock. He jerked you off, sucked you, and played with your balls. He loved seeing you struggle but unable to do anything. Every time you felt like you were about to cum, he stopped. He started hitting you lightly again — not hard enough to really hurt, but firm enough to make you feel good. Then he took his pants off and started humping his bulge against your face, making you feel his cock through the underwear and smell it. He asked, “Do you want to suck daddy’s cock?” You said yes. He told you to beg politely. “Did you beg like this if you want something? Beg nicely,” he said while slapping your face lightly. “Please daddy, I want to taste your hard cock,” you said. He took your blindfold off and made you look into his eyes while he forced his cock into your mouth. He started to fuck your mouth relentlessly, making you choke on it and drool. You couldn’t run away because you were tied up on the chair. He used you like his personal flashlight. He also asked you to suck his balls and lick his asshole. You loved seeing his facial expressions while you made him feel good. That made you feel like you were his little play toy.

After that, he moved you to the bed, took your thong off and all his clothes off. He made you lay on your back and spread your legs apart to show him your hole. He asked you to hold your legs back, then tied your legs and hands together. Now you looked exactly like a fuck toy. He started to devour your ass without warning — tongue thrusting deep, sucking hard on your rim, biting the sensitive skin around your hole, also slapping your hole hard, and fingering you while playing with your cock. The mix of pleasure and pain made your eyes roll back. He spanked you between licks, each slap harder than the last, turning your ass bright red while his tongue fucked you open.

When he finally stood, he teased you with his cock around your rim. He made you beg him to slide inside. “Do you want to feel daddy inside you? Beg for it!” he asked. “Please daddy, I’m your personal fuck toy,” you said. Suddenly he pushed his thick cock into you in one brutal thrust. No slow entry. Just raw, deep penetration that made you cry out.

He fucked you like he was punishing you — hard, fast, merciless strokes that slammed against your prostate with every thrust. He whispered in your ear, “You look so helpless like this, that turns me on so bad babe.” His hand wrapped around your throat, choking you just enough to make your vision blur at the edges while he railed you.

“Feel that?” he growled, hips snapping. “This is what you get for getting hard over my photos. You wanted this dominant version of me? Now enjoy it.”

He edged you viciously. Every time you got close, he would stop moving completely, buried to the hilt, and just grind slowly while his hand left your cock untouched. You sobbed and begged, tears soaking the blindfold.

“Please— Chan, I need to cum— please let me cum—, I can’t take it anymore.”

“Not until you earn it,” he said in a teasing way, slapping your face lightly then harder, the sting mixing with the overwhelming fullness inside you.

He kept you on the edge for what felt like forever — pounding you brutally, then stopping, choking you, spanking your inner thigh until you were a crying mess.

Finally, when you were completely broken, he leaned down and growled against your ear:

“Beg me to breed you. Loud enough for the whole building to hear.”

You broke completely.

“Channie please— breed me! Fill me up, cum inside me, please— I need your load so deep— breed your slut, please!”

He fucked you like an animal after that — hips snapping violently, hand choking your throat, the other stroking your cock fast and tight. You came so hard you saw white, shooting across your own chest while your hole clenched around him like a vice. Chan followed right after, burying himself as deep as possible and flooding you with thick, hot cum, groaning your name like a prayer.

He stayed inside you for a long time, grinding slowly, pushing his load deeper while you trembled and whimpered.

After he finally pulled out, he untied you gently, asked if you were okay, and grabbed some water for you. “Sorry, you looked so hot tied up that it made me lose my mind a little,” he said. You couldn’t stand up by yourself, so he carried you to the bathroom and took care of you — warm water, soft touches, gentle kisses on every mark he’d left. He held you close in bed afterwards, whispering how much he loved you, how proud he was of you for taking everything he gave.

You fell asleep in his arms, sore, marked, and completely loved.

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Paring: Bangchan x male reader Genre: smut Warnings: oral, cum play, dirty talk

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June 24, 2026 — the day Stray Kids dropped their new song “RUN IT,” and the internet lost its mind. You were scrolling through the MV during a break at the company when Chan’s scenes hit you like a truck. There he was, blonde hair messy and sharp, wearing that sheer black bodysuit under an open jacket. The thin, see-through fabric clung to his body like liquid shadow, partially hiding and partially revealing his toned pecs and abs, the material stretching over his chest in a way that made him look sexier than if he’d been completely naked. The way it teased every muscle, every ridge, every movement — it was sinful.

Your cock twitched hard in your pants. You immediately texted him:

“wtf is that sexy whore outfit?? do u do magic mike now?? you should wear that to my place and give me a free show 😩”

His reply came fast, with a laughing emoji: “You want it that bad? Be home in 40 minutes. Don’t touch yourself before I get there.”

When the doorbell rang, your heart was already racing. You opened the door and nearly forgot how to breathe.

Chan stood there in the exact outfit from the MV — the sheer black bodysuit hugging his body like liquid shadow, the open jacket draped over his shoulders, blonde hair styled messy and sharp. The thin fabric left almost nothing to the imagination: his pecs and abs were visible through the mesh, nipples faintly outlined, the material stretching over his growing bulge. He looked like pure sin.

“Fuck…” you breathed, stunned. Your cock was instantly rock hard, throbbing visibly in your pants as you stared.

Chan smirked, stepping inside and closing the door. “Like what you see?” He pushed you gently against the wall, grinding his hips forward so you could feel how hard he already was. “You wanted a Magic Mike show? Then sit back and enjoy, baby.”

He took control immediately. He guided you to the couch, making you sit while he stood in front of you and started dancing — slow, filthy rolls of his hips, hands running down his own body, fingers teasing the edges of the sheer bodysuit. He turned, showing you his ass, the fabric clinging to his cheeks as he bent slightly and twerked once, making the material stretch obscenely. Then he straddled your lap, grinding down hard, his clothed cock rubbing against yours while he rolled his body like a professional.

You couldn’t keep your hands off him. You grabbed his pecs through the sheer fabric, squeezing the firm muscle, thumbs brushing over his nipples until they hardened. Chan groaned, grinding harder. “You like touching me like this? Feeling how hard I am for you?”

He stood up, slowly peeling the jacket off but leaving the bodysuit on when you begged him not to take it off. “Leave it… fuck, you look so hot like that.”

He smirked and pulled the crotch of the bodysuit aside, freeing his thick, veiny cock. You dropped to your knees immediately, taking him into your mouth with a desperate moan. The sight of his cock framed by the sheer black mesh was obscene — the fabric pulled to the side, stretched around his balls as you sucked him deep. You bobbed your head, drool dripping down his shaft, choking yourself on him while looking up at his face. Chan’s eyes were half-lidded, blonde hair messy, lips parted as he groaned.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he growled, grabbing your hair and pushing deeper, making you gag. He slapped your cheek lightly, the sting making you moan around him. “Choke on it, baby. Show me how much you love sucking daddy’s cock while I’m dressed like this.”

You loved it. You loved the way he used your mouth, the way his abs flexed under the sheer fabric every time he thrust. You ground your own hard cock against his leg, humping desperately while you sucked him.

After a while he pulled you up, laid you on your back on the bed, and spread your legs wide. “Let me taste you.” He pushed the bodysuit aside again and buried his face between your cheeks, eating your ass like a man starved — long, wet licks, deep tongue thrusts, sucking on your rim while his hand stroked your cock. The sensation was overwhelming. You were moaning loudly, hips bucking against his face as he devoured you.

When he finally couldn’t wait anymore, he climbed on top of you in missionary, still wearing the sheer bodysuit. He pushed inside you slowly, letting you feel every inch, the stretch burning so good. Once he bottomed out, he started fucking you deep and hard, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

“Look at me,” he growled, one hand wrapping around your throat, choking you lightly while he pounded you. “I want you to see who’s fucking you. Who owns this hole.”

His thrusts were powerful, hips snapping, the sheer fabric of the bodysuit rubbing against your skin with every movement. You could see his pecs and abs flexing through the mesh, sweat making the fabric cling even more obscenely. He kept eye contact the whole time, dirty talking between moans:

“That’s it, baby… take daddy’s cock. You’re so fucking tight for me… gonna fill you up so good.”

He started playing with your cock while pounding you — his hand wrapping around your shaft, stroking you fast and tight in time with his thrusts. Every time you got close, right when your moans got louder and your hole started clenching around him, he suddenly let go of your cock completely and stopped moving, just buried deep inside you, grinding slowly.

“Not yet,” he whispered, smirking as you whined desperately. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

He did it again and again — stroking you hard while slamming into you, bringing you right to the edge, then stopping everything, leaving you throbbing and empty-handed, begging louder each time.

“Please, Chan— I’m so close, don’t stop—”

“Beg better,” he teased, barely moving his hips, his hand hovering just above your leaking cock. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

You were a mess, tears in your eyes, voice breaking. “Channie please— cum inside me, breed me, fill me up, I need your load so bad—”

He finally gave in. His hand wrapped around your cock again, stroking fast and perfect while he started pounding you with deep, brutal thrusts. “Louder,” he growled, choking you a little harder. “Say it like you mean it.”

“Channie pls cum inside me!” you cried out, voice loud and broken. “Breed me, please— fill me up, I want your cum so deep—”

“Good boy,” he groaned, hips snapping faster. You both came at the same time — you shooting across your stomach and chest while your hole clenched hard around him, and Chan burying himself deep, flooding you with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through both your orgasms, pushing his load deeper, groaning your name.

After he caught his breath, he pulled out slowly and flipped you onto your stomach. “Bend over and push it out for me,” he ordered, voice husky. “I want to see my cum leaking out of you.”

You obeyed, arching your back and pushing. A huge, thick load of his cum slowly dripped out of your used hole — he hadn’t cum for several days, so it was a massive, creamy mess that ran down your thighs. Chan groaned at the sight, fingers spreading your cheeks wider to watch every drop.

“Fuck… that’s so hot,” he whispered, completely mesmerized.

Then he pulled you into his arms, carrying you gently to the bathroom. He washed you with warm water, massaging your sore muscles, kissing every mark he’d left on your skin, whispering soft praises the entire time.

“Best surprise ever,” he murmured against your forehead as he dried you off and held you close in bed.