A/N: somebody sedate me. I’m snowed in with nothing but my horny thoughts and 6 episodes of heated rivalry
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Cause I just know whether he’s forcing your knees to your chest and your ankles to your ears
or he’s spreading your ass cheeks open
or he’s making you sit on his face
He will never leave you with out a few tears in your eyes cause he’s just that fucking good.
And it’s never a task, never an errand to get done
He enjoys watching you squirm when he wraps his plush lips around your clit.
He thrives on your whining and the way you say “Chris..” in that breathless tone.
It makes him irritatingly hard when you cum on his tongue and he gets to suck it all up like it’s his last meal.
And don’t let him be in a mood to show off his strength or he’ll eat you out standing up, your back pressed to a nearby wall with your thighs locked around his head.
He lovesss to play it off like your pussy calls him or something. “My pretty girl, Channie’s gonna eat you out real nice, I promise.”
It cringes you out for 2 seconds until his tongue is dipping inside you, the slick muscle too familiar in your walls.
A guilty pleasure of his is burying his face in your ass and using the slick from your pussy to lube up your hole so he can stick his thumb in.
He loves gripping you like a fucking bowling ball while his tongue flicks your clit like it’s his job.
That’s the trick that makes you squirt and he’s proud to say it works every time.
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•college student! Bang Chan x college student! Reader (f)
•wc: 764
•a/n: sleepy mornings, domestic best friend behavior, and the beginning of “why does seeing you with someone else bother me so much?”
•part two of ???
•part one, part three
Morning light filtered softly through the apartment blinds, casting pale golden streaks across the living room. You woke slowly, still caught somewhere between sleep and consciousness. The first thing you noticed was warmth. You stir a bit before you realize the weight on your head. Chan is... sleeping on you..? You smile softly at the realization- then it really hits you.
Chan is sleeping on you.
Just as your heart starts to race, you feel Chan's arm snake around your waist whilst he is asleep, making it beat even faster. You were a blushing mess and it hasn't even been five minutes since you woke up. Just as you think about saying something, you're cut off.
"You drool in your sleep by the way.." he mumbled in that morning voice that you secretly love.
"W-what?" you say, caught off guard.
He sleepily lifts his head up, making eye contact.
"You're lying..." you say, avoiding eye contact as he is pretty close to you.
"And you're blushing." he teases.
"S-shut up, I'm not..We have to get ready for class." you try to hide the the blush that is indeed on your face, but you fail miserably.
"Alright, alright" he laughs and pushes the blanket off his lap, rising from the couch. He stretches, lifting his arms above his head, making his shirt hitch up a bit, revealing his lower stomach. You look away, not wanting your face to become even redder.
You eventually get up as well and head into your bedroom to get dressed while Chan brushes his teeth in the bathroom, because yes, he keeps a toothbrush at your apartment.
Once he finishes up in there, you both rotate out and you brush your teeth and brush your hair. Chan goes into your room and grabs a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt from your closet, because yes, he also keeps a few changes of clothes here. True best friend activities.
Once you both are ready, you ride to campus together and walk to your first class- the one that you guys have together- music. You take your seats next to each other and the professor eventually begins speaking.
"All right class, if you look over at the board, you'll see that I randomly paired you all up in groups of two for your assignment in which you both will pick a song and analyze the lyrics, writing three to five paragraphs."
Both of your eyes scan over the whiteboard, finding both of your names written down- but not together.
"Bang Chan and Sophia"
"Y/n and Evan"
You both let out a sigh, obviously wanting to be paired up together.
"You guys can come grab this rubric from my desk and sit anywhere you want with your partners."
The two of you stand up and walk to his desk together before looking for your partners, not without a bit of struggle though because it's still pretty close to the beginning of the school year. You part ways, going to sit with your partners.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you. I'm Evan, as you read on the board." he says with a bit of a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Y/n. Nice to meet you too."
Meanwhile, Bang Chan and Sophia introduce themselves to each other as well. The class begins the assignment, the both of you left with a bit of an unsettled feeling in your chest while occasionally glancing over at one another and their partner.
“Sorry, I’m not really sure where to start... my best friend and I usually work together on projects, and he’s way better at this stuff than I am.” you laugh nervously, glancing over at Chan and Sophia briefly, the two of them casually talking to each other.
Evan laughs. "Girl, it's okay, don't worry about it. I wish I had someone to help me like that. Everytime I ask my boyfriend for help with school work, he becomes just about as useful as a sack of potatoes.
The two of you laugh together, cracking jokes and becoming more and more comfortable with each other as you work together. Chan hears the two of you laughing together and looks over at the both of you, feeling a weird sensation growing inside him.
Chan glanced over again at the sound of your laughter. Evan was smiling at something you said, and you looked comfortable. Relaxed.
Something unpleasant twisted unexpectedly in his chest.
"Why does this bother me so much..?" is a question that he will be asking himself a lot in the near future.
a/n: omggg i actually really enjoyed writing this part, it was so fun to do🥹 i can't wait to write more, which i'll probably end up doing tmr bc it's almost midnight now TT. I hope you enjoyed! :)
@shinygubbins (ty to my first ever person to be on the list, i feel so special🥹)
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I was cooking dinner, waiting for my boyfriend to come home from dance practice. Singing along to one of his songs "Domino" I cut the vegetables to throw them into the pan. I didn't even notice that the door opened and Chris came home.
Two Hands grabbed my waist. "Hey Channie, how was your day?" I asked my boyfriend smiling. "So exhausting. The trainer didn't let us go and Jeongin kept messing up the choreo." He sighted. Since usually Chan cooks I wanted to relax him today. "Take a hot shower, I'll clean up and finish dinner. You had a rough day." With a kiss on my forehead he made his way to the bathroom and soon I heard water falling to the floor. Chan was my everything. He treated my like a princess and made sure to put me first in his Life. I guessed he felt guilty since he was at work most of the day and toured with the boys.
After I had set up Chans favourite food, Sashimi with chicken and rice cakes, in the dining room I called him. Since he almost fell asleep, we didn't talk much while eating. Some people would find it awkward but I didn't want to disturb his peace.
As soon as I had done the dishes, Chris pulled me without a word on the living room couch. I assumed he wanted cuddles since he hid his head in my hoodie and held my waist tight. "I'm sorry baby." He whispered. "What are you sorry for?" I was confused. "For not talking to you during dinner. I know you like to make conversation. It's just been complicated lately." "Is everything okay with the boys?" I asked. He mumbled something that sounded like "Don't wanna talk about it." And started kissing my neck.
I quietly hummed a Melody while he was marking me with soft kisses. His hair was almost dry and smelled like apple shampoo. "Channie, I thought you were tired?" I grinned. "Never too tired to satisfy my babygirl." "Do you know what day it is?" my boyfriend uttered. I shook my head since I had absolutely no idea. "It's fathers day." Chris replied. Was he saying what I thought he was saying? "Channie..." "You should know better than to call me that. Show some appreciation for daddy." With big eyes I looked at him, unsure what to do. He looked at me expecting. I decided to follow the game to see what would happen. "I'm sorry, Daddy." I played along. "Be a good girl and make Daddy feel good." He demanded. I got on my knees in front of him and opened his pants. His hard member sprung out as soon as he pulled down his boxers and shirt. "Show me what that little mouth of yours can do."
Starting with the tip I kissed down his dick. Adding a little more pressure I did that again, before taking him in my mouth. Chris groaning motivated me even more and I sucked him off. After some minutes I felt him twitching in my mouth. His eyes were closed and his eyelids fluttering. Finishing him off by stroking him with my hand, he came on his stomach. I tried something I have never done before, which was licking his cum off his bare chest. When I arrived at his neck I made some hickeys, to let everyone know he was mine. "That was amazing. Daddy's proud of his little girl." Bang Chan remarked.
Chan got up and carried me upstairs where he threw me on the bed harshly. He got something out of his part of the closet that I had never seen before. Suspicious I looked at the black box that he placed in front of me. "Open it." I slowly did and gasped in surprise. Chan just smirked at my reaction. Black fur handcuffs, a red blindfold and something that looked like an electric remote. "What's that?" I asked him. "Later. But now put on these." He put the handcuffs around my wrists and pushed me back. He kind of struggled pulling up my shirt but I just giggled. "Probably should've done that before putting on the cuffs." He sighted in annoyance. Eventually he got it off and kissed my chest.
Circling one nipple with his tongue his other hand went up my skirt. I felt one finger sliding into me and I had to moan in pleasure. His cold hand slid over my body and I got goosebumps. Just the thought of Chan inside of me made me high on his love. He suddenly replaced his finger with his tongue turning me on even more. "Since you were a good girl, I'm going to reward you. You're gonna take me so well, Babygirl."
He thrusted into me, making me roll my eyes in arousal. Chan was the best lover I could have asked for. "You love daddys dick don't you? You could almost say, you're a slut for me, isn't that right, Y/N?" My Boyfriend laughed. His pounds were hard and fast, giving me no time to relax. Soon Chris got too focused to talk and the only thing I barely noticed, since I was in a parallel Universe, was his skin on mine. After a while I almost lost it. I let put uncontrollable moans, unable to pull myself together. Chris always made me go nuts for him. He knew how to pleasure me and he was the only one that could completely fill my desires and lust.
"Y/N, I'm about to cum!" he howled. A few thrusts later a gigantic wave of pleasure rolled over me. I felt my whole body shaking and arched my back, which pushed Chan over the edge. He became a moaning mess, almost not being able to hold himself above me. His eyes were squeezed together and his breath was loud and short. Seconds after that he rolled down next to me.
He quickly undid my handcuffs before covering our sweaty bodies under the black silk sheets. "You're a good girl, Y/N. I love it when you're being a little Slut for Daddys cock. A Cock-Slut." He laughed about his own joke. "You know I love being fucked by you." I made fun of him. He pulled me closer to him, my back facing his chest. "Make all the fun you want of me, I know you enjoy my dick." He whispered. I had to grin. He was right and he knew it. "Happy fathers Day." was the only thing I purred before falling asleep in Chans arms.
What's up guys! I have been... very very much non existent lately but I was feeling a bit motivated and found some time to start what I may make into a small series!
Maybe idk. Don't expect regular updates cause I'm a terrible person and again writing is not my forte.
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Bangchan!/female!reader
Suggestive/fluff/flirting/friends with no filters/we all have them/ this person knows who they are 😂/ mentions of nswf terms/ swearing
"I just don't know how to be single anymore, it's weird now." You look at your friend, hoping for some solid advice.
Your friend looks you dead in the eyes and with conviction states,
"Be a hoe."
You almost spit out your drink, looking around self consciously, hoping no one heard her. "Wtf man, we're in a cafe?!" You whisper furiously, "Anyways... I don't think I can just go out and be a hoe."
"Pfft. I'd be a hoe for the right people." She says matter-of-factly. "Annnnd I'm sure if the right person that gets you hot and bothered told you to, you'd be bent over the nearest table in a heartbeat. I know you. I've read your fanfics before girl, you can not say some of those kinks aren't yours." Her eyebrow raises accusing.
You stare at her with an open mouth before checking to see if anyone is paying attention. There IS a guy two tables away that could've overheard, but you doubted... wait. Is he SMIRKING?! OH GOD DID HE HEAR!?? No, no, no. "NO... I-... those are just... I- I couldn't be a hoe! I definitely am NOT into any of those kinks or exhibitionism or anything."
Your friend starts gawking at you,"Bangchan is your bias and as of late you've been simping so damn hard for him... you're telling me you wouldn't fuck him if given the chance? You wouldn't let him bend you over a table right now and ruin you?" Her eyes look into your very soul daring you to lie and say you wouldn't. She knows you well... you'd be on your knees for that man in .01 seconds. He wouldn't want for anything.
"I-well-um..." You fumbled for something to say, your face burning bright red, embarrassed to be discussing this in public. You love your friend but damn does this bitch need a damn filter when you're both out in public.
The man snorts and tries to hide his grin. OK. Wait.... this guy is totally listening to your convo. What kind of person listens in on someone's conversation? Especially once they hear any part of the perverse shit coming out of your friends mouth?
He sits in the chair sipping on what appears to be a frozen orange juice. Who drinks an orange juice... slushie... thing in a cafe? Or is it a smoothie? It's a smoothie right? Technically? And why is he wearing sunglasses? It's 6pm and the shop faces away from the setting sun. You study hum a but longer. He has a prominent nose, a nice set of lips, and though he's sitting you can bet he's definitely taller than you. His black jean jacket on a white supreme t-shirt and black jeans look crisp and brand new. He was also wearing a clean pair of black boots and a ball cap. Honestly, he almost looked famous.
God, that'd be my luck to have someone famous looking at me. A stranger is one thing but someone famous? I won't be able to leave my home for months. And thats when you feel it.. like he's staring at you.
"Y/N?... hellooooo... Y/N" gingers snap in front of your face. "Are you even listening to me?" Your friend pouts.
"Oh, um...no, I'm sorry." You apologize still looking at the man, trying to decide if he's looking at you or not.
He holds up his hand, his pretty lips stretch into a grin and wiggles his fingers at you.
Oh.
My.
FUCKING.
GOD!
He chuckles at your panicked expression before standing and making his way towards you.
Your friend notices your eyes getting big and turns to see the handsome man approach, turning around and whispering quickly ,"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU COULDNT BE A HOE?! WERE YOU EYE FUCKING THAT GUY THIS WHOLE TIME??!!" You jolt slightly at how loud she is still even when whispering. (Oh of course NOW she tries to whisper.) Your quick movement knocks the tea to your left and spills it all over the table. It quickly makes its way over the edge as you stand to try to avoid it all and you wind up with tea on both your yellow blouse and blue jeans.
"Shit!" You exclaim before someone hands you a handkerchief. ...what? Who carries a handkerchief these days?
"Here you go. You should be more careful. If that had been hot you could've burned yourself." A delicious Australian accent flows from the person. It seems familiar. You look up slowly and the glasses slide down his nose revealing pretty and expressive brown eyes.
Oh no. Please God no. Who hates you? What did you do to deserve this kind of embarrassment?
Your friend sucks in a deep breath her eyes look between you and CHRISTOPHER FUCKING BANG! THE Bangchan! The very one she said you'd let bend you over a table. THE ONE THAT HEARD HER SAY IT AND LAUGHED.
"We... we were just joking earlier!" You blurt out knowing damn well you face was 50 shades of red and you look down to avoid his humorous gaze to your shirt and begin wiping furiously at the tea stain.
He smiles and his eyes crinkle slightly, clearly amused at how flustered you are.
Meanwhile, your friend has still yet to pick up her jaw, looking like a fish out of water, instead of helping you explain. You hand him his handkerchief back and mutter more excuses for the conversation he overhead.
His fingers find your chin and tilts your head up, forcing you to make eye contact. OK. OK. What was the next book? 50 shades brighter or something? Sweet baby rays bbq, this man is handsome. Your head begins to feel fuzzy. "That's too bad." His voice is quiet and sultry, even a little teasing. A heat sparks in you core. God what would it be like to be like to-
He smirks, seeing how your eyes are hooded in lust, pupils dilating, the subtle parting of your soft lips. They looked so ready to be consumed by his. To be sucked, to be bitten. "If your like we can talk more about, how that conversation was actually a joke. I'd love to hear the next excuse to rush past those lips. Hopefully, I can make your skin flush so beautifully again in the future, hm?" With that he pulls out a napkin, (he had a napkin this whole time? Why didn't he give me that to use for the tea spill), and slid it into your now stilled hands.
He walks away with a smile and pushes his glasses back up to hide his smiling eyes. Pulling his cap down, he exits the cafe.
Your friend blurts out emphatically, "WHY DID HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF WHO CARRIES THOSE AROUND STILL?! ALSO WHAT THE FUCK. DID HE JUST FLIRT WITH YOU? NORMAL ME IS TRYING TO SAY HE JUST TEASING YOU BUT HOE ME IS SCREAMING HE WANTS TO FU-"
you snap out of your stupor just in time to slap a hand over your friends mouth before she could finish that sentence. People are now staring, and some are not too pleased with her volume and even less so with what she's saying. "Sorry! She's not from around here." You apologize to those around you. You begin to reach for her hand to drag her out and away from the cafe before remembering the napkin in your hand. You look at it seeing letters and numbers... a name.... and a... PHONE NUMBER?!
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! DID YOU JUST WHEN THE FATE LOTTERY OR IS KARMA LOOKING TO ALSO BEND YOU OVER THE NEAREST TABLE.
"What... why are you looking like a dog who heard the word 'treat'?" Your friend now having calmed down enough to have a volume of a decent level asks.
"He... he gave me his number." You were really getting tired of blushing lately. Surely the blood in your system is exhausted by the constant rushing to and from your face. "Are you gonna call him?" She asks.
