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chanstasy · 2 years

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ANGEL BABY

PAIRING bang chan x female!reader.

CONTENT smut, fluff, soft dom!chan, fwb!au, unprotected sex, masturbation (f).

WORDCOUNT 3,7k.

DETAILS chan confronts the conflicting feelings between the two of you proving how much he loves you the best way he knows.

NOTE i think this is one of my favorite fics so far, i really yearn for you to adore it as much as i do. sweet chan content for all my channie enthusiasts !

DISCLAIMER ( ! ) this is not intended to promote unprotected sexual practices or the security of not getting pregnant/not contracting STD. please don't take this as your comprehensive sex education. all facts and events are fictitious. the written scenes do not represent any real person nor do they plan to steal/falsify their identity. any coincidence with names and places is pure artistic creation by and for entertainment.

you will never disappoint chan, you know that for sure. from the moment you met him you knew that you wanted to be the best for him, and being friends with benefits is only a small portion from that abysmal pact that you sealed with yourself.

the question he asked to you only a few seconds ago is still bouncing around your brain's walls, the stimulation inside your mind isn't enough to formulate an answer. "what do you want?" he simply inquired.

you have to say it is possibly the first time he asks you what you want and not what you need. that's a separate issue, what your body demands is rawly a product of spending so much time being an unsuccessful loser when it came to love and physical attention ― your subconscious molded to be the best submissive anyone will ever have. but with chan, it's different.

he does seem to understand that you are up for anything, and that's why he's so careful with you. the way he looks after you as if you were his treasure surpasses the dimensions of any non-romantic relationship. he always makes time for you, he takes care of every detail, from moving your hair from your face while you are taking all of him in your mouth to keeping his hand behind your back when there are people around and he has to show belonging. he loves the fact that you belong to him and that you strive to keep it that way.

there are so many things he loves about you, especially the shyness on your face when he confronts you like this. no matter how many times he has physically and morally stripped you naked, he loves to see that he's still able to unwrap the vulnerability in you. he loves your willingness to give up even talking to give him your all, which leads him to believe that you see your pleasure as a reward for how good you are to him.

the seconds tick by and you remain silent. chan, as always, takes care of the matter.

his hands are kept in his pants pockets while you play with his belt buckle, the desk below you supports your weight as you are practically cornered by him. your fingers move the metal from one side to the other as you try to find a way to express yourself. chan watches you silently. the remaining sunbeams paint over your face beautifully, your lashes look longer when your lids are down. the smile on his lips unfolds naturally.

he brings his index finger under your chin, the subtle pressure he applies makes you lift your head. you grant him the wordlessly order, feeling your heart race once you make eye contact with him.

"take this off," he verbally commands this time, pointing to your shirt with a vague flick of his eyes.

you don't even have to process the indication, your arms automatically grab the ends of the garment to pull and discard it over your head. your eyes look for chan's again, but your altered hair prevents it. he moves it from your face to meet your wide, eager pupils observing him.

he smirks. you clearly have no problem following his commands, so he doesn't see why would you shouldn't give him a response.

"now answer me," he insists. his fingers grip the bones of your jaw so he can slide one of his thumbs across your cheek. "what do you want?"

your hand returns to the waistband of his pants, and this time you gently pull him closer to you. you make room between your legs to give him as much space as possible, enchanting him with your next words. "make love with you."

the cheesy, melodious request reaches chan's ears with no interference but he still has a little trouble understanding it. his frown is so subtle that, if you weren't staring at him, you wouldn't notice it. his deft hand releases the grip on your jaw, now it pushes your hair behind your shoulder.

"you ask for it as if i had never done it."

and chan's accusation has some truth, but it's not entirely accurate. his hand slides down your arm to rest on the wood beside you. he's closer than before, you can confirm it by the way you feel nervous above all other emotions. chan can tell, he has studied you so keenly that he knows every gesture like the palm of his hand ― the one that now lies on your thigh.

"have you?" you ask with innocence.

he takes you as seriously as you're being, but he still chuckles. he finds it even sweet that you have taken the courage to face the small detail of involved feelings.

his hand anchores on your thigh, his fingers caress over the skin that little by little bristles. chan's eyes follow his own movements until his fingers trace the outline of your waist. he loves how every part of your body molds to his hand as if it's his duty to touch you. he squeezes your side, coming closer to your ear. his breath ghosts over your neck, chan examines your healthy skin that has finally recovered from the last few hickeys he gave you. it's so clean, there's so much room to re-mark it. the tip of his nose bumps gently with the cartilage of your ear before he speaks.

"how can you doubt that, (name)?" he whispers in such a way that his voice enters your eardrum but pierces through your gut.

your legs wrap around his, it's unconscious. you want to get even closer than you are every time you feel his touch, and that's exactly what chan does. both of his hands hold your sides before his lips land on your neck. one, two, three times. your close your eyes as his tongue traces under your ear and makes you tilt your head to the side. chan presses his chest against yours, embeds you in his unbuttoned shirt so you can feel the buzz as he talks.

"you hurt me, angel. you make me feel like i don't want you enough."

you take a hold of his forearms, adapting firmness to counter him. "that's not what i said."

he sucks on the spot above your collarbone, the feeling has you throwing your head back until you open your eyes and meet his. it's so easy for him to break you down. his frown rises, he begs with his features for an explanation before asking for one. "and what do you mean, then? do you really put in doubt that everything i do to you isn't made with love?"

chan lowers his gaze to your lips, inspecting them as if he didn't spend more hours than he can count kissing them. he licks his subtly, giving you the time and the chance to answer ― but you don't, and he doesn't waste his time with you. his lips catch yours, he creates the movements that you impatiently follow. it's so easy, so quick for him to make you melt into his grasp. the feel of his mouth on yours drives you crazy. you can't explain why, you just feel that everything inside you tingles.

the push his hands give you behind your waist makes you slide to the edge of the desk. your own hands press around his arms to keep you from moving an inch, however, chan has other plans. he knows more than anyone how to make you talk. he takes advantage of the breath he takes when his lips release yours and catches you completely off guard. his mouth immediately connects to your chin, he forces you to lift your head just in time to kiss your throat and keep going down. his wet kisses run over the exposed part of your chest, and his fingers slowly move up to play with your bra straps. he doesn't put them down and that exasperates you more than noticing the way he bends his knees so that his mouth reaches your belly. the sequence it's quick, it tickles for a few seconds but it turns into heat faster than you can blink. fuck, he knows exactly how to make your breath feel heavy just by pressing a gentle kiss to your lower stomach.

chan makes himself comfortable between your legs, he flashes his gaze in your direction to see you from below. oh, eye contact has never felt as intense as it does from his vantage point. he's so close to your core that you're afraid he might see how wet you're getting, though judging by the way your thighs threaten to close, he already noticed. chan sighs, he has a huge internal battle of indecision about what he will do to you first.

his hand holds one of your legs to prevent you from closing them, his fingers slide to your knee where he applies a little pressure to show that he's in charge. "you're not this good to anyone but me, you don't give all this to anyone but me" he points out the obvious, saving the smirk for now. "who's going to adore you as much as i do?"

the answer forms on the tip of your tongue, but he pulls it out once more. his hand circles your thigh to lift your leg, he leaves you defenseless and throwing your weight back. he kisses your inner thigh slowly, he's so hungry for you and yet he drags his kisses one by one until he reaches the edge of your shorts. it doesn't even cross his head ordering you to take them off, no, he just tugs on them to break the barrier they put on him.

you can't suppress the little whine that escapes from your mouth, you are so unprepared when he takes decisions by his own. you don't know what to do nor how to react, and this is no exception. your hand goes straight for his, and he feels your grip just before trying to move your underwear.

chan smiles this time, he can't contain it anymore. "no one can be this intimate with you," he whispers, looking up at you to test how receptive you are. "isn't it?" he asks, hoping your brain hasn't turned into putty.

but you shake your head. you know perfectly well that the answer is no. "no―" you exhale, the air is too scarce to add more words.

"no, of course not. no one but me has this privilege."

you feel the air hitting you as your bottom is slid across your silky skin. your legs try to close reflexively, but chan rises from his position to stand between them. your eyes follow his movements until his hand settles back behind your head, his gaze seduces yours until you establish eye contact. something inside you makes you deny from side to side as if you were dragging that short answer you gave seconds ago. chan doesn't need anything else for his free hand to unbuckle his belt and consecutively his pants. he does it as if he's trying to show off about how nimble he is with his fingers, even though you already know that.

you can't pay attention to anything but his eyes and the sweet way they hold yours despite witnessing such fervent event. chan makes sure that changes, and he gently pushes your head so you look down at his hands. he strokes his erected cock, flushed from how easily you can make the blood tighten it.

"look at that baby, see what you do to me."

"chan―"

"eyes focused" he adds the slightest pressure with his hand to make sure you comply. "i need you to see the effect you have on me."

you shiver inside when you feel the contact of his tip between your moistened folds, he drags it from top to bottom knowing perfectly well the vigor that erupts in you from such a small action. you feel so ashamed because you love it. chan takes a step closer seeking to be close enough to line up with your entrance and slide inside you. with the deepest moan he buries himself just as deeply.

your eyes flutter with the stretch, your nervous system wants to make them close but your brain reminds you that you were instructed to pay attention. you whine out loud, it's so hard to contain yourself when you feel chan filling you up this well. your fingernails scratch the wood of the desk below you as you hold on to the edge for dear life. chan sighs, he takes his time keeping serene before retracting his hips and slowly pushing them back into you. he wants you to see everything, every inch that disappears along your little cunt.

his other hand joins the other side of your face, he holds you before resting his forehead on top of yours. he makes the scene as sentimental as it demands. your scent, your sounds, the way your walls hug him so deliciously turn him more sensitive than he'll admit. there's no way you can't understand how much this means to him.

his lips part to speak to a content whimper, he settles his pace right on top of his words. "i make love to you every single time, angel."

he rolls his hips as if he's dancing, as if he's indulging into the art of creating a classic piece out of lustful sex. his heart beats fast, excitement builds in his stomach like pleasure. you moan with his words, they are so beautiful and so filthy to listen at the same time. you want him to repeat it over and over again.

your hands rest on top of his, you're equally sensitive and it shows. chan can feel the jerky clenching of your walls that reveals how hard it is for you to take him. he licks his lips before exhaling through his nose. he's so good at keeping control when it comes to you. "you are my absolute weakness, (name). no one else makes me feel this way."

you want to believe him, you really want to. you look up at him, chan seems to read your thoughts through your forehead.

"you know it is so," he assures with a weak nod.

his jaw tightens right after, the growl that forms in the back of his throat easily escapes as he abuses that spot inside you that feels tighter when you squeeze your warm walls. dear lord, it's so obvious that his words are plausible yet he feels that he's not being clear enough. his hand detaches from your head for his fingers to creep behind your thigh. he wraps your leg around his waist, he needs you as close as physically possible ― and as convenient for him to accuse you. "you know it so well and yet you doubt it."

your now free hand rests on his chest, pressing it down with your demand. "i want to hear you say it" you exclaim, voice weak and small from the little stability you have at feeling him so heavily buried in you. "i don't want it to just be something i fantasize about."

chan exhales a laugh. it is correct to say that he feels butterflies inside him, but that wouldn't be very domminant of him to express out loud. he bites his lip, suppressing how wide his smile would be if he didn't.

his hips push a little harder to stay still inside you, his fingers simultaneously dig into your thigh. "do you fantasize about hearing me say i love you?" he asks, sliding the hand that's still on your head into your hair. he moves it delicately, smoothing the strands back with the softness of a cotton ball. "are you really that in love with me, (name)?"

you can't stop that part of your brain that in any other situation would tell you to shut your mouth, not when chan is making you feel so good. you're so ridiculously in love with him that it makes you look stupid. you nod your head more than once, you give him exactly the response he expected to get and that has him dragging his bottom lip.

he can't contain it, he must kiss you.

before you can even think about it his lips are hitting yours. it's sticky, intense, it makes you press your whole palm on his chest as if you could fight him. but oh, how deluded you are if you think you can do such a thing once his hips start rolling again. the angle of his thrusts is different, he rips moans from your clumsy mouth that can't hold the kiss.

there is no musical work that can match the ecstasy that hearing you in pleasure generates for chan, added to doing it after confessing your feelings for him. he thrusts harder, chan knows exactly how much force and speed to use to make your back arch. and he achieves it, of course he achieves it. your hand falls from his chest when you feel that the building of your high is approaching its peak, both arms intuitively plant behind you to hold your weight.

as always, there you are devoting yourself to him to do what he wants from your body.

both of his hands take hold of your hips with the exposure, chan relishes every second of watching you battle as he quickens his pace ― the sudden thought that crosses his head is proof of that. "show me how far you'll go for me, angel."

his order is accompanied by his hand taking one of yours, giving you the right amount of time to settle with your other arm so as not to lose your balance. he brings it to his mouth with a small smile, and plants a kiss on the back of it like the romanticist that he is.

"touch yourself. and don't stop until you cum around me".

the information reaches the only neurons working correctly inside your head and they send it to your trembling fingers that are placed by chan himself on your clit. your index and middle fingers deftly get the hang of it, the added pleasure is instantaneous. you make consistent and each time faster circles that send waves through your nerve endings. your brow furrows with how close your orgasm feels.

chan watches you adoringly, he keeps in his memory the image of your parted and swollen lips, your flushed cheeks, your chest heaving up and down. you're so beautiful and irreplaceable for him. his cock bills him, throbbing inside you from the suffocation of your warm, tight cavity. you can't stop, you don't want to stop, you feel the heat spreading in your core and you get totally detached from the control you have over your hips. they buck, grind along chan's poor overwhelmed length.

he grunts nearly obscenely at the feel of you contracting around him. he holds your hips down to thrusth into your overstimulation. "that's it, beautiful" he whispers as your juices leak all over your hole.

your hands tremble from the clumsiness, they end up anchored on chan's shoulders as the only existing support. your whines sound pathetic, you fall apart in a matter of seconds. chan feels himself twitching and forces herself to pull out from you, his eyes disappear as he narrows them with the tightest frown. you feel the emptiness, the void, and witness the way he pumps himself next to the thin but slick layer that soon after is overshadowed by his own release.

you watch every drop of the hot, thick shots of cum that land on your stomach. you love to see it, you love to see how you end up full of his cum like an animal that marks its territory. chan lets out a long, low sigh once he unloads everything, something inside him just did a somersault this time.

he buries his head into your neck, holds you close and inhales in your fading pheromones as he catches his breath. his body has been shaken before your charms as usual. your hands drop from his shoulders to his chest, you feel the fluttering beat of his heart which your own organ mirrors. you feel so different, this time it's not euphoria that goes through you, it's something much profound and intimate just as he stated it earlier.

you feel the warm breath in your ear, and the fingers creeping up your arms. chan straightens his neck so he can look at you, that's when he confirms that he can tell you exactly what you want to hear. he takes an audible breath as he brushes your hair back one last time, letting his hands mold to your cheeks.

damnit, he does not doubt what you make him feel.

chan doesn't think twice, he leans into your forehead and presses the most chaste, lovely kiss you've ever received. you have no choice but to believe every premise that previously came out of his mouth.

"i do love you, (name)" he finally uses the words that were missing to his speech, and oh how beautiful they sound said by him. "you'd have to be blind not to see it."

you smile sheepishly, almost embarrassed. you lift your chin to reach his mouth and plant an equally adorable kiss on his lips that now taste sweeter than before. "i'll believe you, but just this once."

he laughs, his expression drastically changes at your playful comment. chan squeezes your cheeks to make your lips pout out, he feels the urge to press another kiss in between his judging. "just this once? what is that blatant way of guaranteeing sex?"

you giggle as well. the only conflict that stressed you now allows you to joke freely. "the only way i'll make sure you keep your word".

chan nods. the gesture is mocking, sarcastic, but unable to go against the truth behind your words. he sighs, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. "you're lucky i'm obsessed with you, angel."

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