Your boyfriend's just loveee to tease you. Finding you all worked up after they came back to you from the gym - they just wanted you show you how much they've grown.
Jeongin sits behind you, his arms holding your to stay open spread, using all his strength to keep you open. Chan is found in between your legs; head deep down into your sopping cunt, tongue eating you out with such a percise precision that makes your toes curl.
You're hips can't help but grind against his face - the pleasure is just too sweet. "Ah, ah, Jeongin hold her hips down." With a smirk, he complied. His hands now gripping down on your hips.
Moaning with every kitten lick the blonde tease's you with for disobeying. "You want more don't you?" Jeongin lifts your chin up, your head thrown back against his shoulder - turning you to kiss him messily. His tongue invades yours as you whimper against his lips, he smiles against you feeling how badly your shaking.
Chan wanted to keep teasing you but once he say you were getting more pleasure from jeongin just kissing you, he started getting jealous. Chan's naisl dig into your inner thighs as his mouth works on sucking on your clit - ever so desperately. His nose pressing against you making you shiver and pull away from jeongin.
"Oh f-fuck channie!" You shout out.
Jeongin glares down at chan and all he does is give them an annoyed look. His slender fingers find your nipples and plays with them making you arch into his touch. The boys are practically fighting for dominance but you could care less as long as they continue pleasing you.
-
The roles are switched now, you're lips wrapped around chan's cock with jeongin's brutal thrusts hitting you raw from the back. Chan moves your hair out of your face holding it up into a ponytail.
"She wanted us to fight, now look at her. Choking and gagging on it, all quiet now." Chan says pushing himself to hit the back of your throat. Jeongin's hands run out your bare back using your hips to push you back against him. "She's so tight hyung, she loves it." He grits out feeling you clench around him.
"You love it so much don't you baby?" You nod, a slight little yes that comes out as a whimper as it's swallowed by the giant cock in your mouth making him shiver. Jeongin's balls slap against you with every thrust of every inch being taken out and getting slammed back in with all his strength. His eyes never leave the sight of your ass clapping against his hips with every piston.
You don't forget about the cock in front of you, you're tongue swirls and pleasures the man above you - hazy eyes looking up at him while you take it all.
"Fuck I could cum doll just from that doll." Chan leaves a little pat on your cheek and continues to fuck into your throat. "Then do it already, i'm close." The maknae grits out throwing his head back at the arch you forced yourself into to take him deeper.
Both of them pick up their passes rapidly, fucking into you making you feel lightheaded. The pleasure of both cocks being forced into you makes you tremble and you're legs are threatening to give up. Feeling your climax build in your belly, you find your nails digging into chan's thighs. Crescents being imprinted but he could care less. "Breathe through your noseâfuck, just like that.. yes-"
Jeongin's the first to cum, shooting his ropes of cum into your pussy mixing with your climax that ozzes down your thighs. "Oh fuckâ ha, h-holy fuck," He stays pressed against you still pushing into feeling him continue to shoot out cum.
Chan's comes straight after, his cum hot against your tongue, shooting into the back of your throat. He pulls out a little after, still having some left and shooting it onto your face watching it drip down to your throat. "Such a pretty doll." You take every drop, swallowing his seed whole and trying to lick it off your face.
"Poor thing, you left her blind hyung." Jeongin says seeing your body give out catching you before you could hit the pillows. He holds you and helps you clean off the cum, telling you a mix of sweet and filthy praises. The maknae is sneaky, the two of you under the sheets as chan doesn't notice the boy's fingers pumping his cum back into your womb. "Shh, our secret." Is the last thing you hear before you doze off to sleep.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
âŻâŻ â what better way to start your birthday than to fuck your boyfriend? â
âȘ đđđđđđđ â« ïčïč hhj x f!reader đ”đ±đ” smut birthday sex unprotected p in v
reblog4kiss ă»ă»ă» â€ïžâŹ
hyunjin whispered your name, his voice like velvet against your skin. he pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of your neck, his long hair tickling your shoulder. âwake up, birthday girlâ
you blinked slowly, the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains of the bedroom. as your vision cleared, you saw hyunjin propped up on his elbow, a soft, lopsided smile tugging at his lips. he looked ethereal in the early light, his dark eyes shimmering with an affection that made your chest ache.
âhappy birthday, my muse,â he said softly. he began tracing delicate, intricate patterns over your collarbone with his fingertip, punctuating each one with a feather-light kiss.
turning your head, you gasped. across the room, a literal mountain of gifts sat atop the chaise lounge, wrapped in elegant, shimmering gold paper that caught the sunlight.
âhyunjin, you didnâtâŠâ you started, your voice thick with disbelief.
he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing your cheek. âi wanted to,â he murmured, his gaze intense. âlet me spoil you, okay?â
a playful, daring spark ignited in your chest. Instead of responding with words, you surged upward, straddling his lap and tangling your fingers into the soft, silken strands of his hair. you caught his lips in a deep, hungry kiss, feeling the familiar hum of his surprise melt into a low, rumbling groan against your mouth.
since the two of you always slept naked, there were no clothes between you â which basically meant less time to waste. as you moved against him, you felt him grow firm against your thigh, a low groan vibrating in his chest.
hyunjin pulled back just an inch, his breath hitching, his dark eyes searching yours. âare you sure? i had a whole breakfast planned firstâ
âit can wait,â you whispered, leaning down to nip at his lower lip. âi want youâ
he let out a shaky breath, his large hands finding your waist to steady you as he sat up fully against the headboard. the sun caught the sharp lines of his jaw and the grace of his movements; he looked like a painting come to life.
with a tender, focused expression, he reached between you, rubbing against your folds to spread your slickness around. he moved slowly, his touch deliberate and worshipful. he then guided himself to your entrance, the friction sending a jolt of heat straight to your core.
âtake me in, love,â he rasped, his eyes never leaving yours.
you lowered yourself slowly, gasping as he filled you completely. the sensation was overwhelming â a deep, solid ache that reached deep into your belly. you threw your head back, your neck arching as a soft cry escaped you. hyunjin groaned, his hands gripping your hips firmly, pulling you down to meet every inch of him.
he reached up, one hand cupping your breast, his thumb circling your nipple until it was a tight peak. then, leaning forward, he latched onto your skin, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he sucked deeply.
âjinnie- fuck⊠i can feel you so deep,â you whimpered, your muscles beginning to twitch and tighten around him.
he pulled back, a triumphant smirk crossing his face and started to buck his hips even more. your walls tightened around him as he continued to reach your most sensitive spots. your stomach tightened and you could feel the pressure start to build inside of you.
âlook so good like this, my pretty baby hm?â he murmured, burying his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses there before he pulled back and picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more rhythmic and powerful.
you leaned back, bracing your hands on his knees for support. you could feel your legs start to shake, your quiet moans now getting louder. âIâm going to cum,â you panted, your face heating up.
as soon as he heard you, he pushed deeper, his fingers finding your clit to provide the final spark. the orgasm crashed over you in waves, your walls pulsing violently around him. you cried out his name, your body shivering as you collapsed forward against his chest.
he moved you, laying you flat on your stomach with your legs spread and mounted you, his cock gliding even deeper inside of you thanks to your previous release making everything wet and easier to slide through.
âi want you to cum for me again, love,â he panted.
you nodded, feeling as if you could fall apart at any moment, constantly on the edge of letting yourself give in to something heavenly.
hyunjin continued to fuck into you, your juices covering him, your walls tightening around him once more. you could feel him twitch inside of you.
âwell, itâs my birthday,â you panted. âi want you to cum with me tooâ
pushing yourself back against him, he groaned out, squeezing your waist tightly and bucking his hips as deep as he could. your sweat caused the two of you to stick together, the sunrays through the window beaming down on you like a halo.
feeling the familiar pressure, you encouraged him to go faster. his his hands squeezed your breasts and he grazed his teeth against your neck, you spilling yourself all over him and him releasing inside of you.
your loud moans and whines filled the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing; thank god you decided to sleep with the windows closed the previous night.
pulling out, hyunjin laid beside you and pulled you into his arms, kissing your temple and stroking your cheek. the two of you stayed silent for a moment, trying to catch your breath and calming down.
âhappy birthday,â he smiled, tracing patterns back into your arm.
birthday drabble for the lovely @joyracha she was one my first mooties on this app and her fics r genuinely so mind blowingđ€€ i love u sm joy and i hope u have a great day today !!
taglist đ·ïž @kloversung @yngjgn @stryscribbles @cherryblogger2003 @quokkaine @g0matchi @hyvnesangel @scoeng @gyuzies @hyunjinswife4ever @sturnsxbitvh @hanjisungs-favoriteă»ă»ă»click here to be added !
The camera flicked on with a soft click, the ring light warming up to cast its glow across the bed. Chan adjusted the angle with one hand. he had you on his lap, his thumb swiping over the screen of his phone where the livestream preview played. His other hand rested casually on your thigh, "You ready? Last chance to bail."
You could already see the chat scrolling on his monitor, usernames and emojis blurring together, but his focus stayed on you, waiting. The heat of his palm against your leg was steadying, somehow, even as your pulse jumped at the thought of what came next. "Iâm ready," you said, quieter than you meant to, and Chanâs grin sharpened.
"Atta girl," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before his thumb tapped the 'live' button, and the stream interface blinked redâ a silent confirmation that thousands had just flooded in.
His voice dropped into that low, performative rasp you knew so well, the one that made chat lose their minds.
"Alright, degenerates, we've got something special tonight," he said, fingertips skating up your thigh as the camera panned to frame your body, just the curve of your waist, the dip of your hips, nothing identifiable. "Our lovely guest agreed to help me demonstrate a littleâŠtechnique."
You flinched when his palm pressed flat against your stomach, holding you still. "Relax," he murmured, just for you, before raising his voice for the audience.
"See how tense she is? That's normal. First time jitters, right, kitten?" His other hand ghosted up your inner thigh, teasing, "Gonna take it slow, pay attention."
comments and donations pinged.
squirtlord: bro shes so pretty wtf
lixonfire: chan u lucky bastard
Chan laughed, breath warm against your ear as he leaned in to read them aloud. "They're obsessed with you already," he whispered, nipping your lobe before addressing the stream again.
"Alright, number one: how to tell she's ready." His fingers trailed lower, feather light, tracing patterns that made your breath hitch. "See how sheâs arching into my hand? Thatâs your green light. don't rush â unless she asks for it."
You gasped when his thumb circled where you were hottest, the fabric of your underwear still frustratingly in place. "Chanâ" His name slipped out before you could stop it, and the chat lost it entirely, hearts and dollar signs flooding the screen.
"Yeah? ," he coaxed, dragging his knuckles against you just hard enough to make your hips jerk.
His fingers curled under the edge of your underwear, not pulling them aside yetâ just teasing the promise of it, letting the tension coil tighter in your stomach.
cumdump404: chan pls tell her sheâs perfect*.
âSee that?â His thumb stroked slow circles just above where you ached. âTheyâre begging for you.â
You whimpered when he finally hooked a finger under the fabric, dragging it to the side slowly. The cool air of the room hit your skin, making you shiver â or maybe that was the way his breath hitched when he got his first proper look.
âFuck,â he exhaled, low, âThatâs what you want to see before you even think about touching.â
he dragged the pad of his thumb through the slick heat between your thighs. "shit," he muttered, more to himself than the stream, before angling his wrist to give the camera a better view. The wet glide of his skin against yours was obscenely loud in the quiet room, punctuated only by the occasional ping of another donation notification.
You bit down hard on your lip, hips twitching when his fingertip circled your entrance without pushing in. You could see the corner of his mouth tilt up as he watched you squirm. "Patience, kitten," he chided, though his own breathing wasnât entirely steady.
"Gotta make sure you're fully ready f'me," he said, dragging his finger down to collect more wetness before bringing it back up to swirl around your clit.
His fingertips trailed back down, skirting your heat deliberately, and you whimpered when he paused just shy of touching you properly. âChat, tell me â how many of you wouldâve just shoved two fingers in by now?â
jinnieinabottle: guilty
quokktoobig: BOOOO
Chan shook his head, clicking his tongue. âAmateurs. Watch.â His index finger finally dipped between your folds, dragging through slickness in one slow, filthy stroke.
Your breath hitched when his fingertip finally pressed insideâ just the tip, just enough to make your hips jerk forward instinctively. "Easy," Chan murmured, his free hand splayed across your stomach to hold you still. The stretch burned sweetly, his finger working in achingly slow increments. "See how sheâs taking me?" He angled his wrist to give the camera a better view, the wet shine of your arousal glistening under the ring light. "Tight, but not tense. Thatâs the difference."
Chan's finger curled inside you experimentally, the pad of it dragging against your walls with a practiced laziness that made your toes curl. Thenâ there. The sudden pressure against that one spot sent a jolt up your spine, your back arching off his lap and an embarrassingly loud moan spilled from your lips.
His grin was instant, sharp with triumph even as his voice dropped into that faux sympathetic tone "Oh? Was that it?" he teased, circling the spot again just to watch your thighs tremble. "You can say it, baby. Weâre all friends here."
"Y-yes," you gasped, the word fracturing as Chan's finger crooked inside you again, relentless in its precision.
Chan only hummed, low and approving, his breath warm against your ear. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise curling around you like smoke. "Now tell them where." His fingertip pressed harder, deliberate, and your hips stuttered against his hand. "Rightâright there, fuckâ"
The stream's audio picked up your sharp inhale as Chan crooked his finger just right again, âWatch the angle,â Chan instructed to the stream twisting his wrist to demonstrate. âYouâre not finger fucking a thanksgiving turkey.â
His free hand slid up to palm your breast through your shirt, thumb rolling over your nipple. âAnd always, always keep the rest of her involved.â
slave4u: me next me next
quokktoobig: bro sheâs literally shaking
The stretch burned brighter when his second finger pressed alongside the first, his palm tilting to ease the way. You gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets, but Chanâs free hand caught yours, lacing your fingers together as he squeezed reassurance. "Breathe," he murmured, just for you, before shifting back into instructor mode for the stream.
"See how sheâs opening up for me? Thatâs the rhythm you wantâ press in on her exhale." His fingers retreated slightly, then pushed back in deeper, the drag of his knuckles against your walls drawing a shaky moan from your throat.
"thereee you go," he praised, thumb circling your clit, the dual stimulation had your hips rocking helplessly, but his grip on your hand tightened, holding you still. "None of that," he chided, though his voice was warm with amusement. "Let me do the work. yea?" His fingers curled again.
"Thatâs the motionâ come here, chat, look close." He angled the camera down, his fingers glistening as they moved inside you.
âYou wanna speed up?â he asked you, and the sincerity in his voiceâ like heâd stop if you said no. he would.
"yesâ hnnng âplease don't stop," you managed, the words catching in your throat as his fingers twisted deeper. He turned back to the camera. "Hear that, chat? Consent is always sexy." His fingers sped up,
Another donation alert chimed
lixonfire: TELL HER SHE'S PRETTY WHEN SHE CUMS
Chan laughed breathlessly. "Oh, she knows," he said, but his thumb rolled over your clit with renewed focus, The coil in your stomach tightened, your muscles fluttering around his fingers, and his breath hitched. "There it is," he breathed, "That's it, let go. I've got you."
and it's like you came on command, your back arching off his chest as pleasure crackled through your nerves.
Chan's fingers slowed, gentling you through it, his praise a warm murmur under the chaos of the chat. "Fuck, look at her," he told the stream, his voice rough with awe. "wait for her to ride it out, don't be greedy" His fingers slowed before stilling completely and slipping out of you with a soft, obscene sound, and you shuddered, oversensitive and boneless against him.
You twitched when his fingertips brushed your knee, oversensitive and still thrumming. Chan noticed, and his smirk softened into something warmer. "You good?" he murmured, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear. The question was private, just for you, but the microphone caught it anyway,
cumdump404: i think he's in love with her
You nodded, swallowing hard, and Chanâs grin turned wicked again as he straightened. "She says sheâs good," he announced to the stream, winking at the camera.
"And that," Chan announced, dragging his damp fingers across your thigh one last time for the camera's benefit, "is today's lesson." he pulled your now soaked panties back on you and gave it a little pat.
"Say goodbye, chat. Our star needs a break." His palm settled warm against your stomach as he nudged you gently. "Wave bye, kitten."
You lifted a trembling hand toward the camera, fingers fluttering in a weak approximation of a wave.
slave4u: pls bring her back next stream
jinnieinabottle: bye angel
quokktoobig: I just came so hard rn
lixonfire: holy shit that was so hot
Chan's laugh was low and pleased as he leaned into frame, his free hand adjusting the camera angle to capture the both of youâ his face, smug and satisfied, and your body still loose limbed with pleasure. "Next time, maybe we'll teach you how to make her beg," he mused, winking at the lens before tapping the screen to end the stream.
Chan loves that your carrying his baby, he loves it so much he constantly reminds you that you're beautiful belly is so gorgeous and how proud he is of you. Ever since he found out you're able to have sex while expecting, he makes sure to do so.
Maybe taking it a little to seriouslyâpushing the limits to at least have sex three times a week. But saying he's the only one wanting sex would be lying. You're hormones are everywhere and constantly craving your husband and being pregnant at the same time is brutal. Chan loves the way you're desperate for him more than before and how could he ever say no to his beautiful wife carrying his baby.
"Beautiful mama, look at yourself honey." You're back on the soft mattress as you turn your head to the left seeing your reflection; baby bump prominent, face already fucked out, and swollen breast. Chan spreads your knees wider as he slowly continuess to thrust into you, balls smacking against you with every slow grind. The teasing has you stupid, drolling down with your hands gripping tight on his broad shoulders. "Ohh yeah, fuuck, so tight." He watches your face with a deep gaze, his hands trying to touch all of you but can't help but touch your belly the most.
You're being edged everytjme you feel like you could cum you get it torn away from you. "Please, just... cum already channie." Chan doesn't listen he's too lost in the trance, you look stunning like this. Bell fully and round with his baby inside, it turns him rock hard knowing he's just going to keep on getting you pregnant.
Chan grunts leaning down to your swollen breast, licking on your nipple with the tip of his tounge. You're head rolls around on the pillow under your head from the teasing yet somehow feeling relief. "So plump n' sore baby? yeah? need me to take care of them?"
Of course you nod. Chan takes your breast into his hands fiddling with them as he proceeds to suck on your tits like he's the newborn. "Mommy taste so good, baby's gonna be so lucky to have these." And to think he'd stop his deep thrust into you. He proceeded with his growl's as you continued to get tighter and tighter around him; squeezing him into your mushy walls.
"Gonna cum mama? fuck, yeah? Cum on this dick." And you do, you do exactly that. You cum like you haven't in years (that's a lie) gripping onto his strong arms and leaving small crescents. Moaning incredibly loud from your intense climax. "Shhh, I got you." Chan says rubbing slow circles on your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. Or it could just be the fact that you still fell him inside of you pulsing and continuing the roll of his hips into you. You whine already having the overstimulation hit you instantly. "I know, I know, just one more. For me? Please?" His thrust now turning into pure force. Fucking you so hard you're back started to arch off the mattress. The force of his thrust making the headboard hit the wall over and over.
"Gonna keep filling you, going to giving you my everything mama." After barley completing his sentence his load milks your insides make you cum along with him. Chan's pulsing length dosent stop now pushing his release into you deeper. "Next time i'll fuck more cum into you and hopefully i'll give you twins." He says smiling down at the mess that's leaking down down your clit of mixed liquids. "Channie... next time?" You say already exhausted.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
idol bf!hyunjin x twt stay!reader à Ë. á”á”ËËË
⥠. â ê° 26 ssê±
when hyunjin finds his girlfriends not so secret stan account he cant help but fuel his lovely girlfriends behaviour
‷ contains â ËËË swearing, threatening, violence (not seriously), lots of sexual jokes, mpreg... like its all thirsting, mentions of changbin and felix joining
an: this idea was taken from the lovely @pvppymin and her amazing seungmin version of the series! all credit to this idea goes to her (i did ask permission dont blast me) so deff check out her seung version here and she has links to other peoples versions, hope you enjoy my take on hyunnies version
*Â°àż cw: explicit sexual content, fingering, public/semi-public sexual activity, interruption/almost getting caught. mdni
in which chan can never leave you hanging, even when he's working.
*Â°àż notes: short little drabble because i remembered i promised to post other things while posting Lover of Mine and i have not done that mb. haven't wrote smut in a while so pls go easy on me guys this might suck (âžâž ⏠_ âŹâžâž)
The thing about Chan is that he will never leave you hanging when you need him.Â
Itâs the middle of the night and youâre craving something sweet? Itâs at your door within the half-hourâsometimes him with it if he has the time to spare. Your body is aching and you need it soothed? If he canât be there to massage it for you, an appointment at the highest rated wellness studio is booked. If you just need the pleasure of his company because youâre just feeling a little bit lonely, heâs cancelling whatever schedule he had that day to be by your side.
And if youâre feeling particularly needy and canât wait till you get home while heâs busy at the studio and absolutely canât get away from work?
WellâŠ
âChannânnieââ You mewl, flat on your back on the studio couch, your pretty top wrinkled from being shoved up your waist hastily, shorts pulled down your thighs and two of Chanâs thick fingers buried in your quivering cunt.
He glances at the door over his Chrome Hearts glassesâmaking sure itâs locked for the hundredth time. When he looks back down at you, the corner of his lips turning upward in a little smile.
âYou were really wound tight huh, baby?â He curls his fingers slightly inside of you, and your reply is quickly cut off by another strangled whine. âShoulda told me, I wouldâve taken care of you sooner.â
He glances back at the screen in front of him, his fingersâthe one not busy at work with you that isâclicking away, adjusting whatever pitch it was heâs working on. Your hips chase his fingers shamelessly when he drags them out of you slowly. They catch in the overhead light of the studio, glistening with your juices before he pushes them back in.
âDidnât wannaââ Your breath hitches slightly. âDidnât wanna keep you away from work.â
He huffs out a laugh, headphones that are only over one of his ears falling slightly. âLucky for you, Iâm a great multitasker. Feel good baby? Ready for the third one?â
âFeels so fucking good,â You pant, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. âBut itâs not enough, Channie. I wannâit. All of it.â
He grins, glancing back at you again. âYou can have it when we get home. Iâll fuck you real nice and slow, just how you like it, yeah? Make due for now.â He taps your thigh with his pinky. âSpread, doll.â
You legs spread open instinctively and you feel the stretch of his third finger almost immediately. Your head tips back, shirt falling forward again when your hips buck up to meet it. âOhh my Go-hnnmââ
âYeahh,â His eyes are glued to where his fingers pump in and out of your slowly. âSee? Good enough for now. Hold up your top fâme pretty, canât see the view.âÂ
Youâre about to do just that, when the jangaling of the doorknob makes both of you jump.Â
âWhat theââ Jisung. âChan, did you lock the door?â
You canât help the small whine that leaves your lips when Chan withdraws his fingers from you completely. He leans over to tug your shirt down fully and when he moves to help you pull up your shorts, you lift your hips to help, albeit it half-heartedly.Â
âSorry baby,â He kisses the corner of your lips soothingly. âShouldnât be much longer, I promise.â
âYou said that ages ago,â You mumble, but fix your hair anyway. Youâve never hated Jisung more than you do now but youâd still rather not traumatize him. Especially after the last time he walked in on you two.
Chan walks over and swings the door open, smiling easily at Jisung. âWas the door locked?â
Jisung looks between you two suspiciously, the takeout he had left to get dangling from his fingers. âObiviously. I know how to open a freaking door. What were you two doing?â
âNothinâ,â Chan makes a show of turning the knob a few times. âHuh. Weird. Must be the new auto-lock they installed yesterday.â
âThey installed an auto-lock?â Jisung asks, incredulous as he settles on the chair Chan occupied mere moments ago. You smile at him as innocently as you can when he hands you the food. âThatâs the shittest idea I ever heard.â
âYeah, I told them that too.â Chan shrugs, letting go of the door knob. âI can tell them to change it back if you want.â
You squeeze your legs together slightly. Since when did you find liars this hot?
âYeah, you do that.â Jisung squints at the screen. âWhat the fuck have you been doing, hyung? This looks almost exactly the same as when I left!â Â
Chan leans one hip against the desk, all easy shoulders and calm smile. âCreative process.â
âThat is not a creative process,â Jisung says, deadpan. âThat is a blank project file.â
You duck your head, pretending to be very interested in the food in your lap so neither of them can see your face. Heat is still crawling up your neck, your whole body thrumming with frustration, and Chanâabsolute menace that he isâdoesnât even look remotely sorry.
He just shrugs. âMaybe I needed to think about it.â
Jisung narrows his eyes. âAbout what?â
Chan glances at you then, quick and sly, and thereâs something in his mouth when it curves that makes your stomach flip. âArrangement.â
Your fingers tighten around the takeout container.Â
Jisung, thankfully, only rolls his eyes. âYouâre impossible. Anyway, they wanted me to tell you the draft from earlier still sounds weird in the bridge.â
âMhm.â Chan pushes off the desk and steps closer, reaching over you for the drink you havenât even opened yet. His knuckles brush your thigh in passing. Barely there. Entirely accidental-looking. Completely not accidental. âIâll look at it.â
You shoot him a look.
He doesnât react, just pops the straw into your drink and hands it to you like heâs the sweetest boyfriend alive.
You take it with a tight little smile. âThanks.â
âAnything for you, baby.â
And then, because Jisung isn't looking and because he is absolutely sick, he raises the fingers that had just been buried in your sopping cunt mere moments ago, still soaked and sticky with your arousal and licked a broad strip up them, before shoving them into his mouth and sucking them clean.
Jisung be damned, you were going to jump Chan's bones right now.
He must see the slightly crazed look in your eyes because he grins, eyes crinkling and mouths, Don't worry. I'll take care of it.
You know he means it. Whether it's opening your drink for you or fingering you while he works just because you were feeling needyâChan really is ready to do absolutely anything for you.
Which is how you know that every corner of your need would be fully explored and satisfied when you got home.
đđđđđđâ In my bed as I lie here
smutâȘâȘ â€ïžâŹ +18 ⯠unprotected sex. đč -reader. missionary. language. sex in multiple places. teasing. (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶).
Everyone knows you and your boyfriend can't ever take hands off eachother. It's such a cute then to see to others knowing that's how much you guys love eachother, but to the roommate he's absolutely done at this point.
Don't get me wrong bangchan loves that his little maknae is happy now and that he's so madly in love. But when he has to deal with you guys being practically glued together every single day, thin walls hearing how kinky you and the youngest are, and not to mention the amount of snacks he has to restock basically weekly. He sure needs a break.
You and jeongin are sitting on the living room sofa like little kids being left by their parents to go on a trip, sitting down looking up at dad while he explains the rules while he's gone. "I want this place clean the way left it," He points to jeongin. "And please, please PLEASE. Just don't have sex in my room". Bangchans hand rest on his forehead as he sighs. "You guys have practically done it everywhere in this damn house, I beg of you not my room".
Jeongin turns to look at you and you both laugh and bangchan watches the both of you dead serious. "Channie don't worry. One, why would we be in your room. Two, out of all places you're room would be the LAST place we would have sex, in your room that's such a turn off." You say in full detail. "I don't want to hear it you guys literally had sex on the balcony of innie's room, god forbid a guy does think you guys would be freaky enough to touch his room." Bangchan said trying to forget about that traumatic time he walked in on you guys that time.
He pinches his nose and lets out a exhausted and loud sigh once more. "Anyways last thing, please wear a damn condom jeongin, why do I have to constantly remind the two of you about protection. The last thing I want to do is come back from Paris to have to tell JYP that our youngest member is going to be a dad."
Jeongin smirks, an evil mischievous one. "Channieâhyung it feels so much better, it feels like we're one and she just feelsâ" "SHUT UP, IM LEAVING NOW, BYE." Chan immediately grabs his suitcase and leaves out the door for his Paris trip.
You hight five jeongin and burst out laughing. "Good one baby he practically ran out!" Wiping away a fake tear from your face at how Chan's face looked.
-
Just how bangchan explained you guys have had sex around the whole house by now, like right now, bent over the bathroom sink with your leg raised up on the counter as your boyfriend abuses your sweet cunt.
You're breast hitting the cold faucet as you his hand is lifting your jaw up to make you watch your own reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Ahâinnie! So, so close baby, f-fuck righhht there!" Jeongin grunts as his hands grip harder on your hips, ass clapping against his dick. "Such a sweet fuck'n pussy, s-shit, gonna cum inside, you want that baby? want me to fuck into you?" You could only nodd already being too fucked out to say another word.
Of course he did exactly that. Cumming deep into your hole, fucking you full of his seed. You can't help but let out a pornagraphic moan of how deep he feels in you. "To-Too much," You cry out as he pulls out to watch his cum mixed with your own liquids drip down your thigh.
"Absolutely gorgeous darling, one more round?" He says helping your leg down and turning you around to kiss him. Heat is raiding the whole bathroom at this point, clothes already shedded, why not? Jeongin's tongue invaded your mouth dancing along yours as he needles your ass and picks you up, legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he hoists you up effortlessly.
The makeout continues as you guys walk out the bathroom bumping into the walls in the hallway along the way to his bedroom, you reach out to open the door letting the both of you in.
Jeongin's strong arms place you down softly on the bed and pulls away to look at you glow from the previous mess you two caused. Kissing down your jaw, to your collarbone, to the hills of your breast. Taking in a nipple into his mouth sucking on one as the other is being teased with his slender vieny fingers.
Throwing your head back as you can't help but push his face into your chest from the amount of pleasure he's giving you. "Mmm!âfuck, so sweet my innie". He ruts against the mattress from the praise, he gets off from the little praises you give him.
"What should we do?" Jeongin asked raising his head with flushed cheeks and a grin. "Hmmm, what do you want baby? you deserve it after all last week you had me dumb from fucking me the way I asked." You said cupping his face as your thumb plays with his bottom lip. "Want you like this, want to see your face". The boy says sheepishly.
You agree and reach down to take his length into your palmâspreading the cum around his tip from just five minutes ago. Slowly putting his head into your hole inch by inch watching his face contort from tighter you got. His face turns you on just from the way that's so delicious to you.
It dosent take more than six seconds for him to bottom our due to how spread out he had you earlier, you're shared juice being used as a lube. "Good fuck'n girl for taking this dick so well". Only when he had you under him is when he'd truly let out his true freak otherwise you'll never hear him speaking to you in that way.
"Innie faster pleaseâ!" After teasing you with deliberate thrust you can't last another minute, starting to lose your patience you wrap your legs around his waist as he leans down to hit into your cunt deeper. Hitting your g-spot so deliciously. His forearms flexing as they rest on both sides of the pillow you're heads on.
"F-Fuck, yes!" Jeongin smiles against your neck as he hears your cries, his breathing coming out raspy as his cock pumps into you repeatedly with punishing thrust. "Can be as loud as we want baby, whole house to ourselves". You can't help but smile while you're heads thrown back.
Jeongin's fingers the were next to your head is moved down, using his right hand to trail down your stomach to rub circles on your clit. Needing to group yourself you hold onto whatever is closest, his forearm. Gripping on the muscle turns him on he loves that you depend on him. "C'mon feel you clenching you can do it". Grinding against his hips to meet his thrust you guide yourself onto his fingers aswell. You instinctively pull him down to be chest to chest, sweat against sweat, you squirt all over his abdomen.
Panting against eachother he slowly grinds against you wanting to reach his climax too, but feels you shaking from overstimulation. You're arms wrap around his neck as you push your to meet his once more. "Use me baby, I can handle it". If he wasn't in love with you already he sure is now.
The two of you hold eachother as he ruts into you, not slowly, but not rushed into you either. You're climax now milking his cock with squelching noises causing his movements to turn faster. Turning tighter from him trying to push out another orgasm out of you.
His voice is in a different tone, a mix of a grunt yet growling sense. "Keep clenching tight little pussy's gonna milk me once more". Jeongin pulls away to now sit up on his knees fucking into you using the rest of his stamina. "Milking me again? You want a damn baby don't you darling?" His fingers now on your waist with a bruising grip as he forces your body to meet his.
Once, then once more again, his hot sperm fills you perfectly. Jeongin pulls out watching his cum leak onto the bedsheets as his digits pick it up, his index and middle finger pumping the cum back into you.
-
The two of you are too exhausted to clean up, resting now in the sheets together with your head resting on his bicep as his hand trails up and down your arm. Soft hums leaving your lips as you look over to him and he matches your look with leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. Smiling then looking over your shoulder. "Hey baby? When did you get a whole recording set in your room?" Jeongin's head shoots up startling you.
"Darling... I don'tâ" You two look around, you see everything is organized like a clean freak lived there. That's because a clean freak DID live here, you just got your organs rearranged in Bangchan's room.
"He's going to fucking kill us..." Jeongin says looking down to the white creamy stained bedding. The door creaks open to the aussie who's room belonged to. "What. The. FUCK." Guess he forgot something...
cws: smut, phone sex, video call sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, toy using, vibrator, use of âpupâ as a nickname
word count: 2076
summary: Seungmin leaves you a little gift so you wonât miss him too much while he was gone
a/n: hi! Iâll post a few random things in between the poll fics! Hope you have fun reading it, this goes out to all my seungmin bias moots
âI miss youâ, you huffed.
Your phone was laying beside you in the bed, Seungmin on the speaker. He was gone for the tour and it had been a month since you last saw him. He had promised you to call you every night and he was holding it, each day at the same time you would receive his call.
Seungmin was down bad for you, but he would never admit that out loud. Youâve already made love confessions in your relationship and you were saying the magical three words occasionally, but he still would deny that he would stay with you on the phone until you fell asleep every single day when he wasnât near you.
He tried to be nonchalant and you didnât care about his teasing, it was part of him and actually kinda endearing.
âAww, cuteâ, he said.
You paused, a grin tugging on your lips.
âArenât you- like.. missing me, too?â, you asked.
âNoâ.
You scoffed, now laughing out loud. You wish you could slap his arm for that like you usually did, but oh well.
âWowâ, you chuckled, âYou could try to act like you do, at leastâ.
âNo, that would be lyingâ, he added, you could hear the grin in his voice.
âWooowâ.
You pulled the blanket over your naked body, you were shivering. You actually had tried to touch yourself before he had called, it has been too long since you had been satisfied. Your fingers werenât as long as his, wouldnât curl the same way as his.
Seungmin laughed and your heart soared. You missed him and you knew he did too, even though he said otherwise.
âI have a gift for you, pupâ.
You froze and held your breath when you heard that nickname. It was silent, the only thing you could hear was the blood rushing through your ears. You pressed your thighs shut.
âYou still there?â, he asked, a change in his voice.
âYes-â, that unintentionally came out a squeal.
He paused for a second before speaking up again.
âTake a look into my closet. Thereâs a black box waiting for youâ.
A strange sensation crept up your body. From your aching pussy all the way to your head, making you dizzy. But you still stood up slowly, cautiously.
âA gift?â, you breathed.
Seungmin hummed as you opened his closet. Just as he had said, on the floor of it there really was a black cardboard box. Your heart pounded heavily against your ribcage when you bent down to pick it up, going back to your shared bed to open it.
He was silent on the other side of the phone, patiently waiting for your reaction. Your fingers traced the already opened box, hesitating for a single second and questioning what could possibly be inside.
You flipped it open, an equally black satin bag inside.
âHuh?â, you made.
âHmm, go on, pupâ.
You shivered again when he called you that. It was unfamiliar, but it was very welcome. You were kneeling on top of the mattress, you felt your pulse racing already.
You pulled on the string to open the bag, holding your breath when reaching inside.
âMinnie-â.
He hummed again. You pulled a vibrator out of the bag, in an almost taunting innocently white color. It was pretty long and nicely curved, and-
âMinnie!â.
âDo you like it?â, his voice was teasing, âItâs custom madeâ.
Yeah, you could tell. It looked exactly like your boyfriends cock. It even had all his veins perfectly carved into it.
âHow do you even-? Do I wanna know where you got it from?â, you asked.
It was heavy in your hand, just like the original. You squirmed in your seat, feeling how wet you were just by thinking about his dick being in your hand right now instead of this toy.
âWhat do we say when receiving a gift?â, he cooed.
You groaned, needing to sit down differently to remain as calm as possible. You hadnât intended to lay down on your back with spread legs, though. It was as if your body just reacted naturally.
âThank youâ.
âYouâre welcome, pupâ.
You physically jolted, literally whining because of that damn word and he really had the audacity to laugh about it.
âCould you just- stop calling me that?â.
Your stomach tightened when he said it again just to mess with you.
âI just thought it would be nice to have it when Iâm not aroundâ, Seungmin mused, âYouâd let me watch you testing it, right?â.
You felt hot, just incredibly hot as you let your head fall back. You had never done something like that before. But.. you could try? He had a hotel room just for himself after all, no one to disturb you.
âYesâ.
You immediately got the invitation to switch to a video call after that. Your heart was sinking when you saw him. He looked too cozy for this kind of situation, probably just getting out of the shower before calling you.
âAre you already naked?â, he asked, brows furrowed.
You nodded, feeling the blood rush into your cheeks out of slight embarrassment. But this also led to you getting wetter, you could feel your pussy throb in anticipation.
âNaughtyâ, he grinned, shaking his head, âWere you touching yourself?â.
You nodded again, with a little bit more confidence now. You could see it in his eyes, the desire for you - probably thinking about the things he would do to you if he was at your side.
âIt doesnât feel the same thoughâ.
âOhh, did I ruin you? Poor thing can only cum around my fingers?â, his voice was strained, âOr my cockâ.
The way he said this so shamelessly made you gasp, shivering heavily.
âOr your tongueâ, you added.
Seungmin always knew how to pleasure you and he was more than willing to use every tool he could to make you feel good. He mustâve caught your dreamy gaze, now your longing crushing you more than ever.
âSo you really miss meâ, he laughed, âDonât miss me too much, yeah? Wanna test your gift?â.
âYou wanna watch?â.
He huffed, also blushing a bit because of the intensity of this moment. It empowered you a bit that he was already so flustered, just because of you.
So you used your ego boost to prep a pillow up right in front of you so you could lean your phone against it, basically presenting your bare core to him like this.
âOh, what a viewâ, Seungmin groaned.
Your ears were burning at this point, but you still managed to spread your legs even wider, teasing yourself and him by grazing the tip of the vibe over your folds.
âTurn it onâ.
You obeyed by pressing the button on the bottom and the vibrator came to life. The sensation was a bit weird but it felt weirdly good, sending little electric sparks up your spine to make you physically jolt.
âDoes it feel good, yeah? Tell meâ.
You were stupid enough to move it up and press it against your clit. The moan was ripped out of your throat without your will, you had to throw your head back to quiet it down a bit.
âFeels- so goodâ.
God, you wouldnât manage to hold your orgasm back for very long like this. Not with him staring at you.
âI bet it does, pup. Rub yourself with itâ.
You moved it up and down, over your sensitive clit and to your entrance - not pushing in but nudging against it.
âMin-â, you gasped.
He groaned at the way his name slipped out of your mouth over and over again. You didnât manage to pronounce it properly every time, you choked on it. It was sometimes high pitched, some of them just a low growl.
Seungmin was losing it on the other end. Palming and grabbing his clothed erection with a grunt. Your breath hitched when you noticed, seeing how his arm moved and betrayed him. But it additionally made you wish even more it was his dick sliding in your wetness instead of a copy.
âPush it in, come onâ, his voice nothing more than a grunt, âGo in slow, yeah? Feel the stretchâ.
You did and it was crazy how similar it felt to him. The tip pushing in already made you whine out and just like in reality - Seungmin answered with a swear under his breath.
Your phone was too far away for you to properly look at it but you were sure he opened his pants to free his cock. He moaned, not being able to hold it in as well.
The vibrations made your legs shake involuntarily, you whimpered at the feeling of you losing control of your muscles although there still were a few more inches to go.
âThere you go, pup. Slow and steady. Let me stretch you outâ.
Oh, to think that he was there with you was a nice fantasy. Your other hand flew to your chest, grabbing your own tits in hope it would feel like him. It didnât and it made you push the toy in faster to distract you from the ongoing disappointment.
The pleasure clawed at you so intensely, you were certain you almost came when it was fully seated inside.
âSo greedy- Maybe youâd enjoy having both at the same time, huh?â, he growled.
You threw your head back, the back of your hand momentarily pressed against your mouth to ground yourself.
âBoth?â, you mewled.
âUh-huhâ, Seungmin hummed, his movements getting faster, âFuck, I canât wait to come home. Gonna stuff you full with my cock and the toyâ.
You bit your lower lip to muffle the moan which was fighting to get out. You jolted, pussy clenching and gushing around the vibrator so pathetically.
âYouâd like that, huh, pup? I know youâd be so good for meâ.
You were wet enough to pull the vibe out, gently guiding it back in.
âAngle it up a bit, yeah? I know you like thatâ.
You hadnât anticipated to shove the toy against your g-spot so early but his words clouded your mind, you automatically did it. You writhed in your sheets, back arching off the mattress with the amount of pleasure.
âFuck yourself for me- fuck-â.
You couldnât stop yourself from moaning, getting louder every time you hit that sensitive spot over and over again.
âMin-â, you gasped, âSeungminâ.
There was a devilish grin on his face, so smug. It already made you want to wipe it off.
âGood to know I can make you scream my name even though Iâm on the other side of the worldâ, he laughed, but it was hoarse - he was so close himself, âSay it when you cum, okay, pup?â.
You were desperate for your release, pushing the vibe in one last time and permanently pressing it against your g-spot. The vibrations against it were intense, but exactly what you needed. Your heart felt like it was on fire, pumping hot lava through your veins and lighting you up when you reached your high.
His name was everything you could think of, like you just forgot how to form other words in your brain. You instinctively wanted to press your thighs together, mimicking the tension in your muscles just like when you wrapped your legs around his waist. But he wasnât there and you were determined to give him a good show, hoping he would cum for you like this as well.
Your sounds surely sent him over the edge as well, you noticed it in the way his jaw slacked, his eyes closed shut and he groaned so guttural, it made your pussy throb.
You rode out your orgasm to this sight, grinding your hips into your hand until it felt too intense. The vibrations were overwhelming you very quickly, pulling it out and turning it off.
For a moment you both relished in this moment in silence.
âI miss youâ, he said.
âWhat a simpâ, you teased him, leaning forward to grab your phone.
He rolled his eyes, still panting and pushed his hair out of his face. Your heart fluttered, both in the ongoing excitement and your adoration for him.
âBut I love simpsâ, you cooed, making him snort and lean back in his seat.
He tried to hide it, but there was a very silly and blissed out smile on his lips.
đïž ââââââ must be doing something right
the world was quiet, the only thing that could be heard by anyone listening in would just be your light moans and the faint sound of skin slapping. it was peaceful, everything felt right and content as hyunjin pressed his forehead against yours, just soaking in the moment and the pleasure being shared between the two of you. his hands gently grazed your waist as if he was afraid any more pressure would break you, his hands giving you support to help you keep your movements stable as you bounced on his cock. you seemed to glow around him, no matter what he did he couldnât tear his gaze from your features as he stared on with awe.
rays of sunshine bled in through the open window, filtered by your sheer curtains, creating a damn near halo surrounding you as you threw your head back, the pleasure overwhelming you. his hands caressed your body, starting at your hips and making their way over your stomach and waist, then to your breasts momentarily before falling back on top of your thighs that were straddling his hips. hyunjin was worried that suggesting morning sex would turn you away, make you think he was some weird feind, but here you are, enjoying the moment just as much as him, if not more. hyunjin grinned to himself, telling himself that he must be doing something right if it meant your moans were increasingly growing like this.
the only thing on his mind was to increase your pleasure, so without much more thought, his hand was being pulled towards your pussy, softly bringing a finger to rub slow circles on your clit. you whimpered with the added pleasure and gasped out that you were close. hyunjin watched you bounce on his cock faster, becoming more desperate to hit your high, in turn, his fingers rubbed your clit faster to match your rhythm. your orgasm came on fast as you collapsed onto his chest, drool leaking down your cheek as your orgasm took everything out of you. his chest shuttered beneath your head as hyunjin reached his own high, releasing his load inside your warm cunt.
âthis must be heavenâ, he thought after his body had relaxed. his cock softened inside you and he pulled out, his hands drifting to hold your head and rub your back in soothing circles as you whimpered at the sudden emptiness you felt in your pussy. the mixture of cum dripped out between your folds, and he took note of your slight discomfort at the sticky sensation thatâs now dripped down between your thighs. hyunjin whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he picked you up as if you were light as a feather and carried you to the shared bathroom. he held you close to his chest as he started the shower and took extra care to be gentle when he washed your body, being extra patient when you winced as he brushed over a spot that was still sore. he made sure to kiss damn near every inch of your body and tell you just how good you did for him and how ethereal you looked in the most gentle tone.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
âąor: y'know, having this many shitty boyfriends should be considered a record. you keep thinking they'd grow but theyre just not buddin'. thank God for your fwb though yea? perhaps going to him to kiss (fuck) your troubles away? perhaps....not.
âąwarnings: MDNI! 2k ish words of sexual content, chan is cocky because Im a cocky!chan TRUTHER, fratboy!chan? maybe? emotional cheating on readers end (subtle foreshadowing)
it was a routine.
standing on chan's doorstep with dried mascara stains on your cheeks, in need of any sort of distraction from your previous breakup. you were a devastating messâeyes blood shot, sniffling, you wiped your eyes once the door creeked open, and there he was, letting out a whistle at your state.
âi gotta say, babe. your taste in men is pretty shitty,â he scratches his head with a simple shrug, chuckling when you shot him a glare as he held his front door open for you to step inside. ââŠthen again, you always come crawling back to me after getting dumped so-â
âi didnât come here to talk.â you sighed, slipping off your shoes before staring directly at him.
âoh, i know.â he smiles, almost as if he was mocking you. âthis the part where i take my pants off right?â
damn right it wasâyou werent gonna waste anytime, he could tell by the way you shoved him towards his room and against his bed âdamn, no foreplay?â he breathed as your fingers tangled against the thin white strings of his sweatpants. âshut up.â you mumbled, starting to pull his pants down.
âya sure you wanna go down on me, baby? that gag reflex of yoursââ
âchan.â you glared, and he just smiled, so eager to use every second to get under your skin. god, was he annoying. he knew he was, the both of you knew it.
sometimes you wonder why youâve been fucking him on the low. of course not during your relationships, but he was the only person there for you in the aftermath, the only one there to...comfort you, so to speak. even if that particular way was to be inside you.
âgonna suck me off with cute tears streaminâ down your face?â he brings a hand towards your hair, giving the crown of your head a light stroke, itâs soothing, feeling yourself start to throb just a bit more just from his strong, loud cologne that was scattered across his entire room. âlook at me while you do, then. wanna see that pretty face.â
âyour dirty talk is improving.â you chuckled, and hes the one glaring at you nowâit's cute.
he wraps a hand around the back of your neck, bringing your face close to his white briefs. rubbing your face against his bulge and he grunts. âshame how you make me hard even with that bratty attitude of yours.â
he stares at you, watching you with close intent on the way you pull down his boxers just halfway, leaning in close enough to give his shaft a nice long lick, from his base to his very reddened tip.
âs-shit,â he grunts, and your eyes remained on him the entire time, on your knees for him while he sat up near the very edge of his un-made bed.
chan lets off a soft sighâhis legs spread just a bit, a hand rubs against his leg. your tongue softly swipes against the head of his cock and he nibbles on his lip to quiet himself.
âopen that mouth. tired of waitinâ, â he grumbles, and heâs growing so frustrated, you can tell from his facial expressions and the way he kept shifting. âstick out your tongue, babe.â
you do, rolling it out, and chan grunts, wrapping his fingers around his dick before slowly slapping himself against your tongue. âthink you deserve it?â
you nod as you looked up at him through your lashes, whines pulled from you at his consistent teasing, slapping his pretty glossed tip against your tongue.
ânuh uh,â he clicks his tongue, bringing a hand towards the back of your head to give hair a light pull, moving your head just slightly in a moving rotation. âneed to hear you say you want me, gorgeous.â
what an egotistical jerk.
âi-i want you, chan. i want it..â you mewled, your thighs squeezing shut, and once you voice those sweet words. chan lets off a satisfied hum, using a hand to open your mouth just a bit before pushing himself inside.
âshit,â he curses, feeling you wrap your lips around his cock. your lashes flutter as you glanced up at him, and he's straing down at youâhis abs flexing beneath his tank top, it doesnât take long before his eyes start to go back, his pink lips opening just a bit to breathe and pant, grabbing a fistful of your hair.
âshit, with a face that pretty,â he huffs out, swiping a thumb across your cheek that's marked with tear stains âshould be crying like this, not wasting those pretty tears because of some scumbag.â
you whined, eyes fluttering shut as he hit the back of your throat âeyes on meâ he tutted, tapping the side of your temple and youâre just about weak in the knees.
even if it killed you to say it, he was good with his words. you knew you had to be careful though, chan wasnât the type of guy to settle down in a relationship, he made that known the moment you two started your little 'fling.' if you could even call it that, friends with benefits.
âthink 'm getting close,â he pants, and his breathing patterns change âheâs got a good strong grip on some strands of your hair as he watches you with dilated pupils. âfuck, doing so good for me,â his voice starts to get whiney from how sensitive heâs growing, falling flat on his back against the bed, hand covering has face
âc-cumming,â he grunts, shuddering, catching his breath as you look at him with half-open eyes. âswallow ân show me, baby.â and you did, sticking out your tongue as he whined at the sight, still catching his breath before leaning down towards you to squeeze your cheeks together. ânow gimme a kiss.â
you whined, sitting up to kiss him and he wrapped a hand around your waist, tasting himself on your lips, his tongue dragged against yours and you whimpered before making your way onto his lap. he chuckled at your enthusiasm, sliding a hand up and down your waist
after a few moments, chan pulls away to breathe until both hands of his attach to your waist. his gaze was just enticing, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
âbarely touched ya and you're nothin' but a sticky mess,â he grunts, and chan snickers once he feels you start to grind your hips against him
âchanâplease,â you begged, aching and itching for him to do something, anything. he trails his fingers against your ass, no panties and all you had covering you, just barely, was a skirt. he grins, âfine,â he says, as you threw your arms over his shoulders âgo, slow baby, donât want you to hurt yourself.â
âshut t-the fuck up,â you whined, barely able to keep up your facade.
âhow âbout ya make me, hmm.â he teased, and he was so cheeky. you hated it, but then again, the way he fucks you always made up for it.
aligning yourself against him, chan sits upright with a cocky grin. âgo slow, baby. been a while since i'veâshitâŠâ he pauses at the feeling of you sinking down on him. you chewed on your bottom lip as you did, immediately leaning into him to give him⊠a hug?
chan was just as surprised as you, it seemed you were acting a bit differentlyâof course youâd be.
youâd just gotten out of a relationship, and tended to be a bit more clingy than usual. not that he ever minded, he preferred you like this, so cute and sentimental, all in your feelings. but despite that, it was just sex and nothing more. right?
âfuck,â chanâs hair is messy, itâs all over his face, and dark stands splattered all across his forehead, so effortlessly attractive. he didnât even have to do much to make you pulse between your legs. âquit looking at me.â
âbut youâre so pretty when you try to take control,â he shrugs, flashing a cheesy grin and youâre just embarrassed. he was certainly enjoying this, getting underneath your skin. but you let him. every single time.
chanâs got such the cockiest grin on his lips as you maneuver yourself against him, chewing on your lip every few seconds to suppress your sweet sounds, he eyes you up and down
âspeed it up, baby,â he grunts, spanking your ass once more and you whimper from feeling his touch press against your skin. âtouch yourself while you ride me. give me a little show. show me what iâve been missin' since youâve been away from me for so long.â
âo-okay.â you breathed, bringing a shaky hand towards your body, panting as you rode him.
chan smiles, watching you start to fondle with your nipples that visibly poked beneath your tank top, rocking your hips against him back and forth to where a low grunt leaves from his mouth every few seconds.
you missed this. you missed him. perhaps though, in reality, you just missed how he made you feel.
yeahâŠ. it was probably that.
ââŠg-gonna cum soon,â you alerted him, slithering your fingers down towards your throbbing clit. the stimulation made your eyes nearly close shut âaw,â he hums, gripping your hips to make you bounce harder on him. you whimper from chan taking such initiative, holding onto him as heâs drilling himself into you, leaning into his neck to softly nibble and suck against his skin. âmhm. i missed you too.â
you could hear such arrogance drip from his voice, and maybe you did miss him, just a bit. before long, you came and it was one of the best orgasms youâve had in a long time.
and leans in, kissing you for a final time, it wasnât as sloppyâmore passionate and sincere, he even cuddled you after, his hand drawing circles on your back. and you couldnt deny the butterflies fluttering in your chest.
âchan.â you breathed into his neck as both of you came down from your highs. âi-i think i love you.â
he sits up with his toned biceps pressed against the sides of you before speaking in a low voice. âbabe?â
âyea..â
you blinked twice and realized you were being shaken lightly by the shoulders. the realization hit you like a truck once you realized hyunjin was calling your nameâhe had a worried, almost pale expression on his face once he saw you come back to reality.
âhyunjin..?â you mumbled, in the same bed and still feeling dizzy from your orgasm that was pulled out of you because of...hyunjin?
âwhat did you...just call me?â
oh.
was it all in your head?
a/n: erm...am i too late for April fools? *is met with tomatoes thrown at me from the crowd*
àšà§ summary: even though you broke off your friends with benefits arrangement with chan, heâll still be there whenever you need him.
àšà§ pairing: reformed fuckboy!bang chan x fem!reader
àšà§ genre: college au, angst, fluff
àšà§ word count: 3.8k
àšà§ warnings: 18+ (no smut but thereâs explicit sexual language so MINORS DNI), toxic men & a shitty date (not chan!!), poor communication, jealousy, fwb -> lovers, small argument, confessions, pet names (baby, princess, pretty)
àšà§ author's note: working on a long fic thatâs beating my ass icl so hereâs something short in the meantime!! âĄ
chan is always right. even when you want so desperately for him to be wrong.Â
he was right about being âthe best fuck of your lifeâ, he was right about you falling for him, and now, he was right about the classmate you agreed to go on a date with. you were hoping for a distraction and only ended up back where you started: in the arms of the man you fell for when you promised yourself you wouldnât.Â
it seemed like an alright idea at the time. your classmate was sweet, always offered to send the notes, greeted you as you walked into the room, said all the right things that made you believe his intentions were pure and good. and since you had officially ended your arrangement with chan, you were free to pursue whoever you wanted.Â
so you did.
you decided on dinner, and he picked you up right on time with flowers, the false gentleman persona on full display. guilt was beginning to tug at you for entertaining him when you werenât all that interested.Â
that guilt was misplaced and short-lived, though. once he had paid the bill and you both quietly accepted that the date was over, he asked if you wanted to go home with him. it sounded gentle, but your rejection shifted his tone into something spiteful quickly.
this was supposed to help you get over chan, and at first, you couldâve almost been convinced that it was working. you laughed heartily, smiled genuinely, flowed through conversation easily. but his question wiped all of that away instantly, a pit settling deep in your stomach. because the last person you slept with is chan â the only person youâve slept with in almost a year.
and as his face unfurled into disgust, you realized chan was right all along. all the times youâd mention your classmate sending you the notes unprompted or asking if you were okay on days you were absent told him one thing: this guy expected something from you, and he was only doing what he needed to get it. call it cynicism, call it intuition, call it whatever you want; chan was firm in his opinion.Â
you had never listened, though, laughing at him for being silly and jealous, brushing it off like nothing would ever come of it.
if only you had listened.Â
maybe then you wouldnât be sitting dejectedly at the table he left you at, hardly registering the past few minutes. your date â your ride â had just up and walked off like you were nothing. like the past months heâs spent being the nice guy were just a ploy. they were.
too much time passes with you stuck in your seat numbly. youâre not sure you can will any of your limbs to move. your waitress even comes over and asks if youâre okay, all pity and soft smiles. she promises you can stay for as long as you need, but you know thatâs only a comforting lie.Â
on your way to the exit, you call the one person you know will always be there, no questions asked. no expectations. even after telling chan itâs over, heâll come to your rescue whenever you need. because heâs nothing like him; heâs real in everything he portrays, and his kindness isnât rooted in anything selfish or superficial.
before sex entered the equation (a mistake, perhaps), you were friends, so of course he still cares about you beyond it. but not in the way you care about him. not in the way that craves for more than just physicality, that refuses to be confined by rules and limitations.Â
just in the way that you know heâll answer. he picks up on the second ring.
ây/n?â he greets, voice a little groggy, and it makes your heart drop stupidly. he almost always naps after sex; heâs probably still laid up in bed with someone else, and here you are calling him because your date left you stranded.
itâs still nice to hear his voice, though. thatâs how badly youâve fallen.Â
âhi,â you breathe out. âare you busy?â
thereâs rustling on the other end and then his voice comes out clearer, more intentional. âno. no, not busyâŠjust dozed off is all,â he assures.
right. dozed off. itâs not abnormal for a human being to nap, but your brain has already come to its own conclusions. you suddenly wish you had called one of your friends instead.Â
âoh.â
you donât try to hide how deflated you sound, and he notices right away. he can read you like a book without even being in your presence.Â
âwhatâs up? are you okay?â he asks quickly. each word is laced with sincerity and it reminds you of why you fell for him to begin with. chan is caring, attentive, gentle (when he isnât fucking you like he has something to prove).Â
that same sincerity, coupled with the nightâs events, brings tears to your eyes. you squeeze them shut to stop them from falling. âiâm okay,â you lie, âi just need someone to pick me upâŠyou were the first person i thought to call.â
too honest. heâs either going to wonder why you called him first, or, worse, feel way too smug that you did.Â
âwhere are you?âÂ
or heâll just ignore all of the obvious questions in favor of the only one that really matters to him. the semantics can come later. itâs clear you need him, and that means he has one single priority right now.Â
âat some restaurant. i donât know, he picked it, and iââ you begin. in your distress, you canât even remember the restaurantâs name. quite frankly, you never want to come here again, anyways.Â
he interrupts you swiftly, latching onto one specific word in your ramble. ââhe?ââ he questions, and you can picture his face. eyebrows furrowed, mouth downturned, staring right through you.
âyeah,â you say quietly, trying to avoid the inevitable. might as well get the hard part over with now. âthat guy from stats.â the one you warned me about. multiple times.Â
ây/n,â he sighs. he doesnât even sound angry; he just sounds disappointed. which is ten times worse, because you can handle anger, but you donât know how to navigate disappointment.Â
âiâm sorry,â you mumble.
itâs the only thing you can think to say. you arenât even sure if he heard it over the boisterous laughs of patrons entering the restaurant and the whir of cars in the parking lot.Â
but he heard you clearly, and it broke his heart. âbaby, donât apologize right now. just send me your location and iâll be there as soon as i can, alright?â he soothes, already shrugging on a hoodie and slipping on a pair of shoes.
the pet name rolls off his tongue so smoothly he doesnât even realize he probably shouldnât use it anymore. and he certainly doesnât realize how it unravels you, your heart still fluttering like it did the first time heâd called you something affectionate.
âokay,â you pull your phone from your ear and oblige, âi sent it.â
heâs walking out his door and heading for his car shortly after, all of his movements on fast forward since youâre involved. youâre about a twenty minute drive from him and he curses internally, wishing there was a way for him to get to you faster.Â
âiâll be there real soon. wait for me, okay, pretty?âÂ
you nod like he can see you, and then the call ends, and youâre left with only the night air and the chatter of strangers.Â
itâs a colder night, the wind adding a harsh chill that nips at your face and bare legs. thereâs the obvious option: go back inside until chan arrives so you arenât suffering unnecessarily. but you dread even the thought of stepping foot in there again, no matter how warm it may be.
so you stand in place, arms enveloping yourself to contain some of your body heat, wishing you had never fucking smiled at stats guy that first day in class.Â
meanwhile, chanâs gripping the steering wheel so hard it almost hurts. heâs desperate to get to you, so he isnât driving reckless, but heâs definitely taking the speed limit as a suggestion.Â
truthfully, his friends would probably judge him heavily right now. youâre the girl heâs head over heels for that ended things just last week. thereâs no reason for him to still be so whipped for you, especially to the point of picking you up from a shitty date with another man. heâll never feel bad for being someone you can count on, though. not even when you left him feeling this empty.Â
itâs partially his fault. he should have known he couldnât do no commitment, no feelings sex with you. his friend â his beautiful, funny, stubborn friend. youâre different than the other girls he kept around for only days at a time.Â
a twenty minute drive becomes thirteen, seven minutes shaved off by his haste and the lack of traffic, thankfully. you recognize his car the moment it pulls into the parking lot from all your past experiences. all the times he picked you up in it and all the times he fucked you dumb in it.Â
âyou look good, princess. shame it was for him of all people,â he says as you climb into his passenger seat.Â
you roll your eyes and settle into the warmth, pretending to not notice his eyes dragging over you. âthanks,â you force out, âfor picking me up.âÂ
not a thank you for the compliment, no need to let him know how much his words affect you.
âso talk to me. what did that asshole do?â he asks, jaw clenched. heâs tried to prepare himself for it, but he feels an entirely new wave of anger wash over him now that youâre right next to him. still an angel, the last person any guy should dream of mistreating.Â
âtypical asshole shit,â you shrug, hoping youâd seem less bothered than you are, âjust walked out when i wouldnât go home with him.â Â
heâs quiet, fuming with anger but determined to not take it out on you. his suspicions were correct, and he hates that they were. hates that someone hurt you, hates that some idiot didnât see how fucking lucky he was that you gave him a chance.Â
âi told you that guy was a fucking loser,â he finally growls. itâs far more filtered than what heâs truly thinking.Â
âyeah, i know. can we save the âi told you soâs for later, please?â you sigh.
the car comes to a red light and he looks over at you, face illuminated perfectly by the light shining through the windshield. you tear your eyes away because looking at him is a stark reminder. his hand comes to rest on your thigh as if he was silently telling you heâd always be there.Â
even if you look away, heâll remain in the shadows of your mind ever-presently. you proved that by calling him today.
you both glance down at his hand, and when you make no attempt to move it, a sly smile spreads across his face. âiâm not gonna rub it in your face, baby. you know iâm not like that,â he promises.
something about hearing the word âbabyâ fall from his lips now â no longer over the phone but right beside you â unsettles something you tried to ignore. the ease and confidence with which he said it along with his satisfied smirk makes the question tumble out before you can bite it back.
âdid you call her that, too?â
utter confusion. thatâs the best way you could describe his expression right now. because he is confused, completely dumbfounded as the prospect of there being any âherâ that isnât you.Â
âwho?â he asks, wondering where that notion even came from.Â
thereâs been no one but you for a year. no girls coming in and out of his apartment, no drunken kisses at parties. his friends have tried to introduce him to other girls, hoping to revitalize the âfunâ chan they once knew; heâs cut them off every time, throwing out quick greetings before taking off to find you.
you have a chance to turn back. to tell him you were joking and that you donât care, anyway. for some reason, you dive forward into the conversation thatâll either break you or your secrets.
âthe girl you were just with,â you answer matter-of-factly.Â
âwhat?â his body nearly jerks back in his seat at the absurdity, his hand yanking away from your thigh at once. âi wasnât with anyone.â
itâd be difficult to fake a reaction like that, so you know youâre wrong. you feel stupid for letting your assumptions have so much life, but being in love with someone you werenât supposed to be in love with would make anyone a little irrational.
âi just assumedâŠbecause i woke you up.â god, now you even sound stupid. add napping to the list of things that apparently have secondary implications.Â
chan pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales deeply. you really drive him crazy â in the best and worst ways. âjesus, y/n, just because i was taking a nap doesnât mean i fucked someone,â he huffs.
âgod forbid a girl notices a pattern,â you attempt to joke, but it comes out flat. he doesnât even crack a smile.Â
âyou just ended things last week,â he reminds, âdo you think iâd move on that fast?â
are you supposed to answer that? because the answer would be yes, yes you do. youâve seen it before, when you were just friends and heâd have a different girl on his arm every weekend. why would you be any different? just because you happened to be regularly fucking for a year â longer than chanâs kept anyone else around?
no. no way. chan doesnât do relationships or commitment and he certainly doesnât do love. thatâs exactly why you were trying to bury yours so far back you could pretend it never existed.Â
âwouldnât be the first time,â you scoff. âplus, it was just sex.âÂ
the dagger that pierces both of you. ouch. you, because itâs such a horrible lie it barely can find a voice outside your chest. him, because he thinks itâs your truth, and that tears him apart.Â
he pokes his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head in disbelief. âokay,â he laughs dryly.
âwhat? am i wrong?â you shoot back. thereâs a breaking point only each of you can bring the other to, and youâre both nearing it. usually itâs a game, but right now, itâs a warzone.Â
âyeah, youâre dead wrong,â he snaps. his intensity startles you, so much so that you canât even register his words. âi âsleepâ after we have sex because it feels like the only way i can get you to stay,â he continues, softer now but still with a lingering edge.Â
you tilt your head and pout, fully committing to the battle. and youâre not even sure how you got here â things just seem to spiral with chan. thatâs how you went from fucking to falling in love, and how so many nights you went from casual teasing to being driven into the mattress.Â
âaw, you want me to stay, chan?â you taunt. âwanna cuddle and hold hands after you cum so you can pretend youâre this lover boy that youâre not?â
âgod, youâre so annoying,â he groans. you donât even realize that the carâs stopped moving. the tension in the small space has completely clouded your brain.Â
âplease, go on. really making my night so much better,â you retort.Â
now that heâs no longer driving, he doesnât need to keep his glances quick and sharp. he can stare right at you as much as he wants, and heâs taking full advantage of that. because heâs all too aware of what just a stare can do to you. a man conscious of his own power is dangerous.Â
âyouâre funny, y/n,â he chuckles, but thereâs no humor. âyou asked me about another girl. why is that? if itâs just sex, why do you care?â
fuck. him. seriously, fuck him for always being right and always seeing right through you and always knowing exactly how to leave you answerless.
âi was just curious.â
he laughs again, and this time it almost sounds genuine. sympathy laughter. âyouâre a bad liar. and you drive me insane twenty-four fucking seven,â he huffs. âyeah, i want you to stay. at least iâm honest. youâre always trying to leave so quickly, and sometimes iâm not strong enough to watch you walk out the door.â
his voice shifts to something raw and unguarded, and you wonder if youâre misreading this. but if he wants honesty, fine, youâll give him honesty and suffer with the consequences after.Â
âi leave so quickly because if i donât, iâm scared youâll see,â you whisper.Â
âscared iâll see what? baby, iâve seen every part of you. what are you trying to hide?â he questions, practically begging.Â
itâs almost comical how fast you two switch from sarcastic quips and meaningless insults to gentle vulnerability. this is the perfect glimpse into the past year â the desperation that often unfolded into something you couldnât quite fathom.Â
all the times heâd bring you a towel to clean up with and then fall back into bed beside you, draping his arm across you and drifting to sleep with a quickness you envied. and youâd allow yourself the pleasure of staying a little longer while he slept, praying he wouldnât wake up to notice you slowly cracking.
you wish you could hate him. thereâs plenty of reasons for you to. like him being so certain that youâd catch feelings (and seemingly doing everything in his power to assure that you do), or pulling you out of deep study sessions because he âneeds you.âÂ
but heâs begging, and you canât hate him when he begs.Â
âthe part thatâs so fucking desperate for more,â you choke out. his eyes go wide and you canât tell with what â pure shock, horror, relief? it doesnât matter; the truth is out, and youâre letting it all spill now. âthatâs why i said we had to stop. because we promised no strings attached, but somehow you knew iâd fall for you and you were right.â
ây/n,â he says sharply.Â
you hear him, but you continue as if you didnât. now that youâve finally confessed what youâve swallowed back for so long, your lips wonât stop moving. theyâre greedy, taking every single word youâve kept from them at the back of your throat.Â
âso i had to end things. i know we were just âfriends with benefitsâ or whatever and iâm an idiot for catching feelings, butââ
he interrupts you again, louder now. ây/n,â he repeats, dropping his hand on top of yours as it rests on the center console. hopefully his touch would be enough to pull you out of your rant. and it is. you fall silent abruptly, the weight of your confession sinking in. âi was wrong,â he corrects.
âhuh?â
god, youâre cute. confusion written all over your perfect face, mouth slightly agape while you await an explanation. but now that he has your attention, heâs finding it rather difficult to find his voice.Â
you fell for him. just like he predicted. what he didnât predict, however, was how fucking happy heâd be when you did.Â
because he fell for you too. against his rules, against his own will, he fell stupidly, madly, wholly in love with you. and now he can't hide it anymore. he doesn't need to hide it. Â
he takes one deep breath before beginning his own ramble â his final breath before everything changes. hopefully.Â
âi was wrong because i told myself you were just another girl,â he admits shakily, âand youâre not.â you interlock your fingers with his, and suddenly itâs all too easy to keep going. âyouâre the girl iâll always pick up for. the girl that doesnât ever listen and yet i love her more for it. the girl i pretend to be asleep with just so sheâll stay a little longer.â
you blink at him slowly. âyou were pretending?âÂ
out of all the things he just said, thatâs what you choose to focus on? his frequent scheme to get you to stay by playing pretend? if he didnât just reveal that he loves you, heâd probably call you annoying again.
ânot always!â he defends. âjustâŠsometimes. did you really not notice all those times i was smiling like an idiot while i held you?â
ânoâŠâ you trail, and he canât help but laugh. how oblivious youâve both been.Â
âshit. i guess weâre just two clueless idiots.â
two clueless idiots who broke the rules and hopelessly fell for each other. and you realize that now.Â
âwait,â you begin again, âyou love me? like, youâre in love with me?â
please say yes, you chant internally.Â
instead, his lips curl into a smug smile. âare you not in love with me?â he teases.Â
âdonât be a child.â
âsay it.â
his hand is strong against yours, trying to squeeze the words out of you.Â
âfine,â you roll your eyes, âyes, iâm in love with you, stupid. and the sex. mostly the sex.â
definitely not mostly the sex. it was a plus â a huge one, sure. but itâs not what made you fall for him.Â
you fell for him during the nights when youâd stay and watch his chest rise and fall (which you now know may have been partially a lie). you fell for him when heâd answer every call and every text no matter how late or how trivial.Â
âtrust me, you moan too loud for me to not know that,â he quips.
nevermind. you hate him.
âchan,â you deadpan, and he leans in closer.
dropping his voice to a whisper, he adds, âoh, yeah. iâm in love with you too,â like itâs an afterthought. messing with you is too fun, even as youâre spilling your hearts out to each other. he mostly just likes the trouble it gets him into later.
âfuck you,â you scowl, but your expression softens quickly. heâs so close now, and oh how youâve missed his lips.
âpromise?â he grins, breath hitting your face as he speaks.Â
when you kiss, itâs like everything you remember yet something entirely new. itâs a kiss that has something to prove, something to say.Â
i love you. iâm so in love with you.
and when you climb into his lap and it only plunges quickly from there, itâs clear itâs not just sex. was it ever, really?
for once, chan was wrong. he does do relationships, commitment, love, the whole damn thing. but only for you. only for you would he break every single rule heâs ever set.Â
honestly, screw him for this. you bring him to your family so he can be introduced to them, and this is how he repays you? by forcing you to hush up your sounds of pleasure in your childhood bedroom?
heâs quite pleased with himself. you can feel his growled laughter against your puffy folds, his pupils wide and blown as he occasionally looks up at you. he flattens his tongue, running it from your spasming hole to your clit before he parts from you. chin dribbling and his plush lips curled into a smile. heâs made you come once, and he doesnât plan on stopping now.
he loves a good personal record.
you can barely breathe, and heâs tormenting you. taking a delight in it. he sat there during dinner as the perfect spectacle of a man, helping your mother, impressing your father. and now heâs got your sweetness on his tongue like ambrosia. you knew that joke he made at the table about innocent âcream piesâ for dessert was too good to be true.
he nudges his nose against your thigh, kissing the junction between your mound and leg crease.
âstill with meâŠ? silly girl, letting me eat you out in your cute little room you grew up in...â
youâd throw a curse at him if you had the energy, but his words make something churn delightfully in your stomach. a wanton sound bubbles up in your throat and escapes, making you slap your hand over your lips. his hands are snaked up your shirt, kneading at your breasts in his palms. warm and soft. just like the rest of you.
you did homework on this bed. gossiped to friends about who was doing what, the people you had crushes on. and here he is, the man of your dreams giving you a nice night cap involving his drooling tongue to end the perfect day.
he dives back in with good vigor and an obnoxious slurping sound. why does he get to be loud? with his lips closing around your sensitive bundle of nerves, chanâs own eyes close as your thighs squeeze around his head. it makes his head dizzy and his cock twitch against the mattress. he laps soft, gentle kitten licks, mimicking your whining and mewling back to you before laughing with a rolled out tongue.
âshh⊠donât wanna wake up your familyâŠâ
chan blows cold air against your folds as you twitch, stifling your hiccuped little moans behind your hand. he grins and nudges your clit with his nose. you smell too good, he wants to burrow his face in you forever.
âslutty pussy⊠dripping all over your sheetsâŠâ and because chan can never degrade you without feeling like a monster if thereâs no praiseâ
âso pretty down here⊠pretty everywhere⊠you taste so good, i could eat it for hours. will you let me, baby? let channie love on this pretty cunt all night?â
his hands slide up and down the sides of your torso, and youâre not even sure what heâs saying. your head is spinning, on cloud 9. but you nod, staring up at the glow in the dark stars on your childhood bedroom ceiling.
if you look down at him you swear youâll come again. the sounds are already too much, his grunts and groans with the wet clicking and squelching every time his tongue laves down on your pussy. heâs painfully throbbing in his boxers. you have that affect on him.
âthere she is⊠letting me do whatever i want⊠you worked so hard to make tonight go smooth⊠looked so sexy in your pretty outfit⊠let me treat my girlâŠâ
chan purses his slick covered, thick lips and kisses your clit. a soft suck to it, drawing back. he can feel sinewy strings of your juices and his saliva connecting his lips to you. he repeats the feverish kisses, his hips rocking against the mattress every time your hips buck and you let out a little soft cry. âyeah? mm? like it when channie kisses your soft pussy? oh, look at you, darling⊠you must feel so good⊠precious little thing.â
you babble a slew of moans as he gathers saliva in his own mouth and rolls his tongue out, letting it fall onto your slit with his expression of pinched brows and a begging eyes. oh, he knows what heâs doing.
he flattens his tongue, licking a long, pressured stripe up from your perineum to your suck a kiss onto your throbbing clit with a dramatically drawn out moan of his own. chan repeats it a few more times, making sure the round tip of his nose catches under the hood of your cute little button.
your hole is clenching around nothing, hips writhing a bit. heâs got you, donât worry. he laps at your folds, shaking his head around and moans at the taste of you once more before drawing back. chan rests his head against your thigh and brings a hand up to play with your pussy while he talks to you, finding it amusing how you gasp for air and try to keep quiet.
âso soft⊠so wet and warm fâme⊠you love my tongue, donât you, baby? mmm⊠fuck yeah⊠my tongue loves you too, sweetheart.â
chan rubs three fingers in gentle, petting circles around your folds, making sure his middle finger catches on your clit with sticky sounds at every rounding gesture. he could play with you like a fidget toy all day and never get bored. call you in during studio sessions, heâd feel relaxed just from making you feel good. his mouth waters at how aroused heâs made you. chanâs breathless from both devouring you like a starved man and humping the corner of the bed to relieve himself.
but you havenât come again yet. heâs been edging you on that peak for a while like a heartless man. in chanâs defense, he thinks he can get you to gush more for him. if it isnât messy, he didnât do his job. he loves making you feel good, and heâs obsessed with making you come as hard as possible. itâs his best devotion to you.
âyou look exhausted⊠âs okay, youâre okay⊠so fuckinâ gorgeous like this, fuck me⊠âm gonna⊠âm gonna rock you to sleep⊠fall asleep full of meâŠâ
all you do is nod, a squeak of a whine. your fucked out expression is all he needs to sit up on his haunches and stare down at you. youâre leaking like a broken faucet all over the sheets, staining them a darker patch under your ass. itâll be easier to slide into you like that. all pliant and soaked and craving him inside of youâ
âactually, baby⊠you wanna try something new? be my good girlâŠ? youâre gonna sit that pretty pussy on my face.â
â
authorâs note: thank you for 500 followers, i canât believe it! i wanted to write something as a treat in between drafting requests ^-^*
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
â Live Streamingâ Interactive Chatâ Private Showsâ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
OR â how chanâs heart is a moment away from bursting after seeing how his boys appreciate you as much as he does.
boyfriend!chan x girlfriend!reader
word count: 2.4k
content: very fluffy, established relationship, chan admiring reader, alcohol, a little dinner party with mentions of food, our chaotic stray kids messing around, reader and chan compliment each other so well, the kids absolutely think reader is chan's true soulmate, reader drinks some wine and eats some meat, a LOT of chan worshipping the reader.
authorâs note: chan and his boys⊠ough my heart :â) a lovely anon requested this one, i hope you enjoy!
â
Oh, how Chan loves how you love. And he loves how love tends to gravitate around you and settle like fog. More specificallyâ he loves how his boys love you.
If youâd thought Chan was the coolest person when you met him, his rambling about how he was a producer and singer (âof sortsâ, heâd added, to test you)? You were the coolest person in his eyes.
He canât lie, he put you on a pedestal at first. All your achievements you wore with humble pride, you were a little go-getter. The whole packageâ intelligent in both well rounded knowledge and your emotions, a barrel of laughs, and you were drop dead gorgeous?
Chan felt honestly sorry for anyone who didnât have you in their life.
It was natural that youâd fit into his chaotic and unique life, symbiotic. You cooled him down and he amped you up. Chan wasnât a lone deal, though. He came equipped with the accoutrements of seven boys he called his Kids.
Itâs Chanâs favorite kind of night tonight. He so affectionately calls it âfamily game nightâ.
What started as the safety net of a small world of men saw a new face. Chan eased you into his life instead of thrusting you into the deep end. The boys were special to him as well. Heâd hoped you loved them, saw how each of them was special. As heâd seen you in that same soft light.
Sometimes, however, the glow just becomes one big warmth. Like the present moment heâs in, watching you with a bottle of wine in his hand that heâs trying to open as you play a drinking card game with changbin and han. A collective thrum of energy.
The room sounds like Chanâs favorite sounds that he can never quite replicate in song.
Your unashamed laughter. Changbin and Han screaming at each other as they throw down cards. Hyunjin coming back from the bathroom and quickly plugging his ears to scold them under his breath. Lee Know drapes himself on the sofa behind you and asks you how to play the game, softer tone than the rest of the room.
Seungmin, Felix, and I.N. are cackling like hyenas in the kitchen, the soft sizzle of food being cooked combined with an aroma of spice.
A shot glass slam. The holler of voices. This is how it should be all the time.
Chan finally pops the cork, bottle between his legs before he pours himself a glass. No, scratch that⊠not for himself. Heâs a lightweightâ he wants to remember this moment like the rest of his dreamscapes. Chan pours a glass and leans back in the chair at the table, downturned lips of a smile appearing as he sees you hand your cards to Lee Know and explain the rules of the card game.
If he didnât know any better, heâd think there was a halo around you head.
Changbin tries to peak around your shoulder to see Lee Knowâs cards, and you hiss, scolding Changbin who lets out a ripple of laughter as you cover his eyes.
Hyunjin points and laughs, high fiving you.
âDinnerâs ready!â Seungmin comes out of the kitchen where Felix comes out looking a bit like a mess, his hair frazzled. I.N. is grinning from ear to ear, calming his laughter down. Seungmin says your name to beckon your attention. âI made some meats without the sesame oil because you donât like it.â
Youâd said that offhandedly at last dinner. In fact, you hadnât even spoken it directly to Seungmin. The fact that he noticed that makes a smile flourish on you.
âAw man, you didnât have to!â You dust your hands off on your jeans as you rise from the floor. The boys follow suit. They donât know why, but no one ever really eats before you fix your plate up. A silent rule they just made themselves.
Chan doesnât stand up as the boys file into the kitchen, clamoring about how good it smells and âladies firstâ rules. In fact, when the boys are gone, he locks eyes with you. Soft and tender. Arms outstretched and knowing youâd come into them.
You find him like a magnet, standing between his legs, and his hand clasps around your wrist, tugging you onto his lap, where you laugh softly, arms snaking around his neck.
He hands you the wine glass he poured out prior. Claret. He knows you, and you take it as he thought. Watches your lips around the glass and how your pupils are all big and beautiful in your eyes. Like youâre drunk on love.
âWhat good deeds did I do in my past life to get this sight tonightâŠ? Mm?â he whispers with a small smile, his lips coming under your jawline and drawing back. Youâd think it was the rambling of a drunk man. But heâs as serious and sober as the plague.
His hand comes down to stroke your leg, the other cradling your torso against him.
âMaybe itâs cause youâre just so perfect in the present. Ever think about that?â you chide softly, tucking your head into his shoulder. The hand on your torso comes up to your hair, stroking with soft pets. Your words are wrapped in ribbon that reads, you deserve good. You are good.
âMm⊠you tired of the boys? I need to straighten them out?â
You snort and shake your head. âI think theyâre tired of me after teaching them that stupid card game.â
Chan hiccups a laugh out, his shoulders shaking. Thereâs a poignant pause before he resumes talking, His hand on your thigh sweeping softly and slow.
âThey love you so much. Ask about you all the damn time⊠how youâre doing, when youâre coming over. Bit clingy if you ask me,â Chan grumbles that last part out, keeping his hold tight on you. You just press a placating kiss to his cheek and breathe against his skin.
You can already imagine it. Hell, sometimes if you sneak a look at Chanâs upturned phone, you can see the building up of messages from the Kids asking to see you as well. It started out with them being a little shy, almost wary of you. How did you manage to cut through all of their leader's reserves and walls? How does he manage to sleep at 1 AM instead of pulling all nighters now? Did you have ulterior motives, would you be good enough for the person who practically raised them alongside himself.
It took them meeting you once in person over a light affair of Korean barbecue and you were stamped with a mark of approval. The boys saw it in the way you talked about goals and aspirations. The way you carried yourself, your kindness and understanding. Youâd only laughed when Felix accidentally burned you a bit with his tongs (though Chan had been the scolding one on your behalf).
Most of all, you talked about Chan in such a way that made them feel soft and mushy, a way theyâd tease to Chan behind closed doors. Youâd said your favorite thing about Chan was his smile. A bit cheesy, but it was easy to see whyâ their leader truly never stopped smiling in your presence.
Whether it was a teasing grin, wiping tears of laughter out of his eyes, or gazing upon you with lips so softly upturned you could almost miss it. Like he couldnât get enough of you.
They noticed you called him âChrisâ when greeting and parting from him with a kiss. âChanâ when recounting a story or laughing at his jokes. âChannieâ when you felt comfortable in his presence and let him take the lead.
You made sure he ate and drank water. You let him be clingy and drop his weight against your side so you could baby him. Chan had put a cut of his meat on your plate, to which the Kids watched you both have a back and forth war of who deserved it more. Your chopsticks dropped the meat back onto his plate before he flicked your nose and set it back to you.
They saw that not only were you Chanâs priority, but Chan was also yours.
And all their worries simmered down.
The soft laughter and sounds of the boys piling food on without you and Chan is comforting. Hyunjinâs mumbled words about "still waiting for you" and Lee Know saying something about you not minding makes Chanâs dimples come through in his smile. Those Kids...
âGo get a plate. Iâll be there soon,â Chan softly utters as he takes the wine glass from your hand and places it back on the table. You shake your head and let your shoulders droop.
âYouâve been a stoic all night⊠Donât think I didnât notice.â
Chan deflates a bit. Shoulders relaxing. While heâd tried to play off his reserved nature tonight as âtaking a breatherâ, you saw right through it. He pinches the tip of your nose and you groan.
âJust wanted to watch. You handle them so well without me now. You're so adorable, you know that?â
âDuhâ theyâre grown-ass adults, not children.â
Chan huffs and raises a brow before shaking his head, his arms around your waist tightening.
âWhat I mean is that you fit right in. Not just with me, but⊠them. Like you were meant to be there. You fit into my life,â Chan stops his speaking for a moment and begins through his next words.
âI mean, even if they didnât like you, which is impossible because look at you, Iâd still be with you⊠But the Kids mean the world to me, too. And knowing that they see how special you are in the same way I do just⊠I canât explain itâŠâ
You let a moment go by, his eyes cast down to your lap as his thumb sweeps back and forth over the seam of your jeans. With a hum, you reply.
âYou donât have to explain it.â
A smile breaks out on Chanâs face. âThere you go being so damn understanding. What are we going to do with you, huh?â He squeezed your sides and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek as you let out laughter.
â
âThe foodâll be cold by the time theyâre done. Can we just start without them?â
âGive it a minute. They havenât seen each other in like⊠five days.â
âI think itâs sweetââ
âOf course you do, Hyunjin.â
The boys are sitting patiently at the dining table on the outside patio, plates and dishes of food laid out amongst them. They saved yours and Chanâs seats across from each other. Seungmin peaks his head to the drawn curtains of the sliding glass door, just barely able to see the silhouette of you and Chan together.
âTheyâre like a married couple,â Seungmin muses, pushing around his untouched plate. Lee Know twists the cap off of a Soju bottle and shakes his head. âThey should just be married already,â he grins back, with all of the boys in agreement.
Chan would wear domesticity well. They know thatâs what he needs right now.
âI know we say it all the time, but Iâm⊠really happy for them. Theyâre good for each other and to each other,â I.N. says from across the table next to Changbin. âNoona was made for him, you know?â
âMaybe Chan was made for herââ
âWho made what?â
Their talking dies down as you walk through the door to the patio behind Chan, holding pinkies. Felix is visibly pouting at the sight, he can barely handle it. At Chanâs prompted question, Han speaks up first.
âWe made dinner, remember? Someoneâs getting old. Both of you, grab a plate!â
Chan gives Han a light smack on the backside of his head, and makes you a plate of food first. All of the boys just knew heâd do that. You smile and thank Chan, and he gives you a kiss on the top of your head. It all smells so amazing, you give your compliments to the three boys who worked primarily on it.
Finally, they all allow themselves to eat, the sound of utensils on plates, bottles and glass touching each other and on the wood surface.
And under the table? Chanâs got his hand on your leg, squeezing lightly every so often, just to ground himself. To know that what heâs seeing with your interactions is all real and that this hasnât been some dream heâs sleeping through. Chan is a simple man. This is all he wants.
You look beside you to find Chan already looking at you. Your brows furrow and he shakes his head, tapping the tip of your nose before propping his head in his hand.
âIâm going to have the best sleep tonight,â he breathes out, eyes shimmery with joy. Changbin mustâve picked up on his words for you, as he points and loudly questions, âSleep? Youâre hanging out with us and youâre talking about sleep?!â
âShe gets him to sleep all the time, Bin. Sheâs like a magician,â Hyunjin snorts before taking a swig of his drink.
Chan rolls his eyes and shows some teeth with a smile. Youâre smiling down at your plate, unable to handle the compliments. After all, in your mind, youâre just being a regular girlfriend. Making sure he eats and sleeps, huh? If only you knew how hard it was for the Kids to get Chan to even take a minute of a break.
His hand comes around behind you, holding onto the backrest of your seat as the boys continue to talk to each other. Chanâs whispering comes close to your ear.
âMy little magician, huh? Thatâs a new one⊠I think my favorite one they called you was my âmiracle workerâ. Has a nice ring.â
You huff a laugh and before you can turn your head to look his way? Heâs planting a firm kiss on your lips that makes Seungmin gag as he fell witness to it. The rest of the boys dramatically follow suit. Chan pulls from your skin and feigns scolding to them all as you burst into laughter.
The Kids donât mind at all, on the contrary. This look of love is good on Chan. Like thereâd been something missing from their leader. They can see it clear as day when he kisses you, that this is where heâs meant to be. Where youâre meant to be.
They wonât let anything come between you and Chan. Not only do they love Chan, but you as well. And they love you two together.
Normal(ish) content : dry humping, pet names, praising, hair pulling.
Smut content : Unprotected p i v (dont.), cow girl, missionary, oral (m f), fingering, creampie.
Summary : the non sexual and sexual habits I think Hyunjin would have :3
. . . . .
A/N: short one while im finishing tons of fics off bc im bored as fuck (edit-> why the hell r there so many mistakes i posted this 5 mins ago im so done) alsooo..I might be doing ot8 đ«¶đ»
Non sexual habits :
Teaching you art styles.
Heâs definitely happy to help, teaching you all different techniques and methods on how to create your own pieces, just like his. It brings him joy knowing your learning from him, although you do cause chaos sometimes, poking dots of paint on his cheeks when heâs not looking, accidentally spilling pots of paintbrushes, but it doesnât matter to him, everybody makes mistakes, even if you do it on purpose. He still loves it.
Itâs almost ironic how he just..letâs you. While hes super focused on explaining something to you, wether itâs pencil methods or something completely random, of course your listening, but your more interested on the abnormal flower you seem to be drawing along his bare bicep, the paintbrush sending tickles through him every so often, causing him to swat you away.
Going limp at head scratches.
Ever since he got that buzz cut, youâve been obsessed with scratching at it, whenever you had the chance, you graze your nails across the rough but spikey texture, giggling as he immediately melts into your arms with a content purr. It would always be when your cuddling, so close your bodies couldnt possibly get closer unless youâd want to morph together.
Itâs got to a point where whenever your hands arenât occupied, heâd be quick to nuzzle his face against the palm of your hand, obviously seeking the attention he wasnât getting, and of course itâs hard to not give into him, not with that pouty look on his face.
Picking you up bridal style.
Itâs always been a yes for him, you dont even remember the last time heâd picked you up any differently. Itâs always bridal style, even if you were out, at a parents house, on a date, everywhere. He sees it as a simple sign of affection, not that he doesnât just see it that way, but he just loves the feeling of you wrapped up in his arms like that, legs draped over his strong forearms as you nervously tuck your head into his shoulder.
But it always seems to happen if youâre tired, sleepy, or drunk out of your mind. Smashed yourself to hard at a party and cant call an uber? Hes carrying you home without a second thought. Sleepy after a movie night? Dont even try and walk upstairs, Hes carrying you. Legs hurting? Hes always that gentleman.
Carrying your heels.
Whenever your out on dates, no matter it being a shopping spree, romantic dinner, or just sunset watching, you always wear your prettiest heels. But he knows heâll always end up carrying them for you, if your feet hurt, Hes always offering to carry them. Hes even gotten so used to it thst he started bringing a pair of your sneakers into his bag, so if they do hurt you can change into them.
He almost finds it hilarious how you can barley handle heels for a certain amount of time, even asking if your 100% sure this time if you wanna really wear them, but it never works, so he just sticks to carrying them around. Not like he really cares either way. As long as he knows youâre comfortable.
Pet names.
Hes always been a sweet one for pet names, ever since your first date heâd been calling you them non stop, and you loved it. His favourites were always âdoll, baby or angel.â And you could definitely see why. He was obviously a pure romantic person, and he loved cherishing his sweet girl with the sweetest names of course.
It always made you flutter every time he called you doll especially, since he treats you as if you were fragile, so gentle and careful with his words around you. And the best, always having personal designer clothes just for you from the brands he was the ambassador for, dressing you up in these perfect outfits, capturing the best photos of you, multiple angles and praising them all, soft words and gentle kisses afterwards.
Making you keep jiniret with you.
It was obsessive how much he loved seeing you with his signature plushie, giggling as you played with it or placed it next to his face, studying the both of you carefully, admiring how much they looked the same. You were definitely observant with him. âI see no difference jinnie!â You laugh, as he makes a dramatic pout, pretending to be mad about it, but he never actually is.
But one thing he loved the most is how you slept with it, the plushie was always tucked under the duvet, pressed into your chest with your hand wrapped around its head. And Hyunjin was always a witness, he even felt jealous sometimes. But always makes the time to take photos of the cute moment. Sometimes even moving jiniret to the other side of you to replace it with himself.
Sexual habits :
Dry humping.
He loves when you get so desperate for him, to the point he has you whining, dragging your clit across his clothed thighs, the material of his sweatpants burning your cunt as you carried on, trying to reach your peak as he just sat back and teased you. The sounds you made were obscene, but he had to keep you going, not let himself get the better of the situation.
And even when you cum, Hes still teasing. âGreedy little thing arenât you? Want me so bad youâre ruining my sweatpants just for some relief..â it was lethal, how long he keeps you waiting. But itâs always so worth it when he takes you upstairs just to let that soft demeanour go. With how he completely wrecks you raw.
Positions with eye contact.
Hyunjin is a sucker for heavy eye contact during sex, so obsessed with the facial expressions you make while Hes ruining you with how big he is, the stretch making your body shiver underneath him, lips parting in a quiet moan as he keeps your eyes glued on his, not letting you move as his eyes go hazy as soon as he sinks in fully.
This is exactly why he always suggests missionary no matter the cause, your sweet but completely desperate whimpers keeping him going. The way your eyes follow his, glassy, wet lips letting those violent noises slip past. It was a pure addiction for him. And it was never going to stop.
Cowgirl.
Yes, he may love being that strong top thats known for breaking your virginity. But sometimes he just wants to see the way your hips go wild when you ride him, tits bouncing with every thrust nearly making him drool. Bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he watches you with a sleepy expression. So worn out he couldnât even make noise with how fast you were going.
He just loved it, absolutely adored it. The way you looked was almost like a drug to him, and the fact he could always help? Was just perfect, those teasingly slow rolls of your hips before he finally breaks, hands latching onto your hips as he bucked up into you, groaning as you fell forward, hands planted on his sweaty chest.
Receiving head.
Itâs like a dream for him, your pretty pink lips wrapped around the thick head of his cock, struggling to even get down to his shaft, the sounds of you gagging around him as he pushed your head down by your hair fuelled him on. You couldnât even speak or moan. The tip of your nose touching his pelvis, the palm of his hand latched onto your soft locks, pulling your head up and down on his shaft.
He may even be generous and let you go your own pace, but obviously heâd been praising you, keeping you going deeper, taking more of him with each word that leaves those plumpy lips of his.
Fingering you while sucking your clit.
Just using his tongue is never enough for him, it always felt as if he wasnât doing good for you with just that, so of course Hes adding what you love, those long, slender fingers sliding inside you so perfectly as his tongue dragged through your soaked folds, the pad of his thumb working on your sensitive nub at the same time.
It sent you through a world of pure bliss every time he did it, you always got so sensitive with the amount of orgasms he pulled out of you, but you never really want it to stop, it was just to good. The way his fingers curled just right, hitting that perfect spot that made your back arch all the time. You were so lucky to have him.
Cumming inside.
He didnât really get the opportunity when you first started dating, and he understood that, a man of his words to always respect you. But as soon as you said no protection? He went wild, the first time he slid inside with no condom was like a treasure heâd keep precious in his mind forever. The feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in and clenching around him made his head spin. Hand placed on your lower back as he started pounding into you.
And when that orgasm comes riling up? Thereâs no backing out, not when Hes this blissed out to even stop. His cock stretching your tight hole deliciously filling his mind. And when that orgasm rushes through his body, his vision blacks out as his jaw drops in a silent moan, thick ropes of cum painting your walls, and when he pulls out, he immediately glances down at his work, his load so much it was leaking out of you, and he looks so proud.
(2nd edit.) -> I did NOT expect this to get so much love, Thank you angels!