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kaiso-woo · 5 months

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A Fan of the Fiction

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-> Masterlist

BONUS #3 - This has connections to ‘Stay Series’! Let’s just say… ‘I don’t want to go to sleep now, I’ll be making a masterpiece now”… by which I mean the creation of Bahng Alexander Korain.

!Minors - istg, do not interact. Go away!

WC: 2.3k

Synopsis: Uh. You read smth unholy for the first time in a while, and holy guacamole you can actually fulfil this fic because your husband is legit Chris? Haha…

Notes: SMUT, Thigh Grinding, Multiple Orgasms, p in v - dear lord (don’t be an idiot, wrap it ffs), breeding (with results obviously T-T), Choking, Bulge… kink?, Degradation…? Dom-Sub-Switch-Who-What-When-Where-Why, Oral (F Receiving), Traffic Light System, Fluff?, Second Person Narration, Swearing, Idol!Chan, Fem!Reader

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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BONUS #3

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

You drop your phone down onto your chest, breathing heavily, your mind whizzing with sin. Tentatively, you sneak a hand into your pants and tap at your underwear, retracting it immediately with a groan when you realise how soaked you are.

You shouldn’t have read that fic. You shouldn’t have at all. All it did was place dirty thoughts in your mind because, you realise, you could recreate that scene right here, right now.

Chris is currently sitting on your bed in another room, working away on a song. You had just finished cleaning up the kitchen after he cooked dinner, and upon seeing him busy at work, decided to lie down on the couch and give him some peace.

Somehow, you had wandered onto Tumblr for the first time in years and you had forgotten just how atrocious your feed was. With a nervous bite of your lip, and a check to make sure that Chris was still in your room, you thread your hands back below your waistband and rub a slow line up your folds.

“Fuck,” you whisper, as you pulse around nothing, “Shit okay, am I doing this? Am I going to?” You say this even as you get off the couch and wander over to your room, where the only things illuminating the place is Chris’ computer, reflected eerily onto his face, and his bedside lamp.

“Chris…?” You squeak, words beginning to fail you already, “How busy are you honey?”

Chris looks up and rubs his eyes, peering at your cowering figure over by the door. “Relatively busy, why? You okay? Need me to do something?”

You swallow nervously and walk over, suffering even further at the sight of his dark eyes watching your every move. “No… no it’s okay, you just… stay there,” you breathe, hesitantly stripping yourself of your shorts and crawling onto the bed. “Yeobo…?” Chris asks, his voice dry.

“You can keep working babe, do you mind if I just… ride your thigh? Please?” You beg staring at him with wide eyes. Chris inhales sharply and his eyes flicker away from you. He blinks, in a daze, at his computer screen, and when he doesn’t reply you prompt him again. “Please baby? I need-”

He interrupts with a breathy “Yeah, yeah of course”, and shifts his computer to rest on one knee. Relief washes over you, and you crawl onto his lap, immediately beginning to grind into his thigh.

Chris breathes deeply and returns to his laptop, clicking here and there and apparently refocusing on his work. A sultry groan leaves your mouth as you slow the pace, but make your grinds longer, and Chris curses under his breath.

“I want more…” you moan and remove yourself from him to take off your underwear, “Keep working baby, please don’t let me distract you.”

Immediately, the friction of Chris’ jeans on your clit makes you whimper, and your pace quickens, your juices beginning to drench the fabric.

Chris’ thigh flexes underneath you, and you gasp at the action, your mind half wondering whether he’s doing it involuntarily or not, but too far gone already to properly consider it.

“Shit baby, how am I supposed to-” Chris chokes out, and you look down at him for the first time in a while. He’s not looking at his computer anymore but is fixating on your pussy grinding desperately on his thigh.

“How's it feel baby?” He whispers, glancing at you through his eyelashes. You whimper and grab his shoulders, his computer sliding off his knee sadly. Chris’ hands sneak around your waist, and as he helps to guide you and the slightly new angle works its wonders, you feel that knot beginning to pool tightly.

“Chris-” you groan, mouth hanging open in pleasure. “You like it, huh? Look how easy it is for you to get off on my thigh, baby. Oh fuck, you’re so wet.”

Chris has purposefully slowed your movements, returning you back to the long hard grazes, and his irises have blown out with desire. “Baby, Christopher, harder- please I need more-” you choke out, nails digging into his shoulders, and Chris’ head falls back in pure bliss.

“Jesus fuck. Are you gonna cum for me sweetheart? Cum all over my thigh?” You nod eagerly and he tilts his head questioningly, hands squeezing your hips sharply. “Words baby. I need to hear you. Speak for me.”

“Yes Chris… yes I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum, I’ll cum for you baby.” “Fff-huck,” he moans, pushing you down harder and flexing his thigh at random intervals. You lean down to kiss him, tongues immediately swirling, your pants mixing with his deepening breaths.

“Shit I’m gonna-” “Come on baby. Come on. Ruin your pussy on my favourite jeans, hm?” “Chris- Chris Chri-”

You convulse on his leg and your forehead crashes into his shoulder as your orgasm washes through you, cum leaking out everywhere and thoroughly soaking his jeans. “God you’re so good for me.” Chris gently pushes you off him and stares in awe at the stain you’ve left, but his attention returns to you soon enough.

“You can handle more right?” He asks, sitting up on his knees so he can hastily remove his soaked jeans. You laugh and shift over to help him, smiling at his hasty actions and flushed face.

“Of course I can. Who do you think I am?” “Mine,” he grins back, and at his words you push him back into a seated position, much to his surprise.

“Sure honey, but you’re also mine.” Steadily, you sink down onto him, eyes rolling to the back of your head at how quickly he fills you. “Sh-shit. How’re you still so-” he stutters, hands flying to your waist again, “You’re still so fucking ti-ight.”

You groan and grind down onto him, and he hisses at the action. “Come on darling, don’t play. You either ride me, or I’ll fuck you into the bed.”

You take a shuddering breath and start the agonising journey towards heaven, or maybe it’s hell, watching in satisfaction as Chris unravels beneath you, his hips thrusting up to meet yours erratically, chest rising and falling unevenly.

“Just like that baby- god you’re al-always so tight for me. So perfect,” he groans, and you clench around him at his words, a string of profanities escaping his mouth.

“Shit. Love if you keep doing that I’m not going to- I'm not going to last long,” he groans. You lean down and tenderly brush the hair off his sweaty forehead so you can plant a kiss there, still unrelenting with your pace. “It’s okay baby, come undone for me. I never said you had to last long.”

His head falls back and smacks against the headboard, but the impact apparently doesn’t bother him. “No- I need to- yeobo, I need to pull-” “It’s okay, I want it in me.”

Chris’ hips stutter to a slow stop, and you whine, trying to continue, but his hands tighten around your waist, preventing you from doing anything.

“You what?” He breathes, staring with wide eyes. “Fill me up. Please,” you beg, and his eyes cloud over.

“You want that huh? You want me to spill my seed in you? Soak your walls white? Does my baby want that? Does she want a fucking kid?” He growls, thrusting up into you harder, and you mewl at his sudden ferocity.

Eagerly, you try to reposition yourself so you can help him, and in a daze grapple at whatever you can to ground yourself. Your hand tightens around his throat so you can hoist yourself up better and Chris splutters as his cock twitches inside you, his hand flying to your wrist in a panic.

“Well fuck that’s new,” he rasps, after you remove your hand swiftly, scared. “Sorry- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“I said that’s new baby, not that I didn’t like it,” he glares, and with a gentle assertion and raised eyebrows, he drags your hand back to curl around his throat, cock twitching again as you squeeze a little tighter.

“I didn’t know you-” you begin, as he picks up his pace again, matching with you.

“Yeah? Well neither did I-” he chokes out, knuckles white on your wrist, holding your hand in place, “Shit. Fuck. Ah you bastard. That’s my girl- shit cum with me baby,” he cries in between gasps for air, and the sight of him struggling to breathe thanks to you causes that building heat to snap.

You collapse forward and bite desperately at his shoulder, trying to instinctively muffle your ludicrous sounds of pleasure. You can feel Chris ejaculating thoroughly into you, his warm semen flooding your insides while you milk him through his high, your own juices coating him.

When you pull away, you rub at his shoulder where you bit him apologetically, thumb carefully stroking his neck too to make sure he’s okay, but his eyes are wild, and it’s only after you refocus on yourself do you realise that he’s still hard, nestled safely inside of you.

“Oh wow… no way…” you chuckle in amazement, as Chris pins you down onto the bed a little haphazardly.

“Don’t you ever- fucking silence yourself,” he growls, thrusting roughly into you. You gasp at the overstimulation, walls clenching despite your writhing. You absolutely know everything is a mess down there, his cum mixing with yours down your legs and his.

“Now unless your colour changes, I’m going to fuck you until I make you scream. I’ll fuck you into the next week, you won’t be able to walk for days you fucking slut. What’s your colour?” He demands, thrusting harshly into you again.

“Green- it’s-” your voice dies in your throat as Chris slams into you, again and again, the tip of his cock finding its way back to all those places that make your insides feel gooey. You’re trembling underneath him, and when he pushes your legs up for better access, a drawn-out whimper escapes you.

“You want more of my cum in you sweetheart?” He whispers harshly, and you mumble incoherently in agreement, “Oh… you don’t know what you’re getting into. ” “I do. I do-”

Chris places hot kisses all down your leg, his adoring actions contradicting his relentless abuse of your cunt, his foul mouth.

“Do you really? Because I’m going to breed you baby. I’m going to pump you so full that you’ll be pregnant by the fucking end of this.” You whimper and grip desperately at the sheets in response, and Chris pays it every bit of attention.

“You want that, huh? Want me to fuck you with my fingers as well? Make sure it stays in? Look at yourself, darling. Look at your stomach,” he commands, and with a gulp you look down to see his bulge disappearing in and out of your gut.

“Shit- Chris- you’re so- you’re so deep fuck- I’m gonna-” “I didn’t say you could,” he growls, nipping slightly at your skin. “Chris- but I- please.” “Beg harder,” he demands and you break.

“You’re a fucking shit,” you snap. “Only for you~” he coos, and it’s this that reminds you that he’s still the teasing Chris, still the same sweet man who wanted to learn how to make coffee with you all those years ago.

This version of Chris disappears in seconds though, his deepened voice returning, “I’m a shit because someone’s a brat,” he spits, reaching between your legs to grab your hand and place it on your stomach so you can feel how far his cock is plunging inside of you. This immediately destroys any remaining sense of self-preservation and dignity, and you resort to begging and pleading for your life, the effort of restraining your orgasm getting to your head.

“Okay slut. Cum for me,” he orders breathily, panting sporadically, his shirt soaked through with sweat. You groan in pleasure and finally allow yourself release, twitching and gasping underneath him. Your high makes you press down on your stomach unknowingly, and Chris’ breath hitches at the increased sudden pressure.

“I said- I said cum for me. Not make me cum,” he chokes out, his second orgasm of the night crashing into him unwillingly, his voice dying into an almost silent whimper.

He curses his way through it, rutting shallowly into you a few more times before he completely stills, his hands squeezing your thighs, needlessly babbling dirty words of affirmation and praise. "Amazing baby... so good f'me... so warm... fuck stop clenching- god you're fucking beautiful, my beautiful... absolutely perfect."

He releases your legs and they flop back around him, sore. Chris crawls up your body, trying to control his breathing, and rests himself gently onto you, peppering your neck lovingly with kisses and soothingly caressing your thighs.

“You okay honey?” he asks, eyes wide with worry at your silence. You smile at him and wrap your hands around his neck for a passionate kiss, mind blank at the feeling of him buried comfortingly inside you still.

“What happened to fucking me with your fingers afterwards?” You hum, knotting your hand into his sweaty hair. “No way are you still up for that. Your colour hasn’t-” “It’s green, love. I’m okay. I’ve only orgasmed three times.” “Only three. Jesus Christ only three?”

“Your colour, Chris?” You ask, kissing him on the nose. He pauses, a little shocked at being asked the question. “I’m- what- I mean- that system was meant for you-” “What’s your colour baby? Just answer the question.”

“Green,” he eventually mumbles, slipping out of you and sliding back down your body to replace his dick with his mouth and fingers.

After about a minute of you squirming and moaning loudly for him, he stops, looking at you with concern. “Yeobo, are you sure about this? You know how bad I am with self-restraint when I’m eating you,” he asks, licking his lips nervously.

“Then I’ll be just as bad when you’re buried in my throat too,” you grin, spreading your legs wider for him. “Shit," he pauses, "I’m not going to need to go to the gym tomorrow, am I?” He groans, returning back to your folds and attacking your clit with renewed gusto, his tongue lapping eagerly, three fingers already pumping into you.

“What do you mean? You can still go-oHHhh!” Chris hums in acknowledgement (and you die just a bit) and extricates himself from you long enough to say, “This is a workout in itself,” before returning to his task at hand.

And this night, my friends, is the night that Bahng Alexander Korain was brought into this world.

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-> Bonus #4 -> Masterlist

A/N: If you don’t mf know who Alex is then you should be going back and reading the series smh. That’s why this is called a BONUS because if you read this after reading the series it is 10x better, trust.

Until next read! -Kaisowoo

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stay-tiny-ville · 4 months

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Christopher Bang Chan

Summary ~ More of my delulu little ideas on paper for Bang Chan (or just dating head cannons I have for Christopher Bang Chan)

A.N. - I wouldn’t say Channie is my bias in Stray Kids but I do know I love him with my whole heart and he deserves so much love and care

A.N. 2 - this was the first of the group I wrote for and I got lost in my feels and I actually cried a bit I love him and they kind of jump from topic to topic lmao

A.N. 3 - I KNOW CHAN IS ON DELULU STAYS ABOUT FANFIC AND SHIT AND IF I EVER GET CAUGHT BEST KNOW I AM SIMPLY POOFING FROM EXISTENCE

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Baby, Babygirl are names I know many many people agree on him calling you and I honestly hated the name until I truly thought about him

Swings your attached hands when walking and would make you do spins by lifting his hand sometimes or would swing your hands over your shoulder so he’s resting his arm on your shoulder and pulls you to his side

He would hold you by your hips a lot

Would move you by your hips too, like when he would try to scoot behind you to get something he would just lift you by your hips and place you beside him as he passes by

Overall loves to lift you

Every so often he would lift you from the bed to the car

You’re shifted so your facing him while sitting and he’s holding your hand

Would play soft music and in the soft atmosphere you two would whisper to not shatter the silence

Pulls out a blanket from the back seat and cover you while you slowly drift in and out

Parks the car at a quaint location, perfect sky view

Carries you bridal style to the trunk and sets you on the bed of pillows and blankets

He lays on his back and tucks you into his left side, head on his shoulder/neck/left side of his chest

His left arm is folded back to hold your head and runs his hands through your hair

His right arm runs along the expanse of your open skin on your arms/waist/hips and would bring it up to your cheek while staring at you

You feel lost in his voice and how comfortable you feel with him that you drift again while he whispers to you about the boys or comebacks or his day or just his love for you

As the sun rises/sets he gets photos of the beautiful view for you and some of you on his phone for himself

As you struggle to stay awake to spend more time with your boy, he smiles gently and whispers “You can sleep now, love, it’s ok”

Sobs.

He’s the type to not only make playlists for you but songs about you, for you

I think he, compared to some others in this group, would be less obvious about it being about you or direct with the lyrics

I think when he shows it to you, while you sit on his lap in the recording room, you of course love it and when he says it’s about you, you probably cry

He just casually mentions that the chord progression or the overall feel of the song is how he felt meeting you or falling in love with you and you whip around to face him and he just stares into your soul

You fall into his arms and he wraps one arm fully around your back and the other behind your head and just laughs his gorgeous, joyous laugh

Knows all the boyfriend rules ofc (sidewalk rule, holding the cart at the store, etc.)

He’s a natural

Sometimes when he has insomnia you try to stay with him for as long as possible since that’s really the only time you see him, at night, since he’s busy a lot

He really really appreciates it but one time you lay or sit on his lap and fall asleep on him while trying really hard to stay awake and once he knows you’re out he cries because he’s just so overwhelmed with emotion and love

You’re his biggest fan (personally I believe when he calls stays babygirl through the camera he’s only talking to you)

If you learned his other language be it his native australian or korean (and be it for him or not) he would probably cry

No matter what, you always end the day in his arms, angry or not and i personally believe he’s not the type to go to bed angry

If you’re the type of person to fall off your phone/social media for days/weeks on end like me I think he’d understand but would want to have your location just to know you’re ok

Would probably call you when he knows your done with school/work on those types of days

Biggest, warmest, whole body hugs where all you feel is him

Knows your smell/touch/voice by heart and smiles whenever he gets a sense of it

If you’re the chaotic, wanders off on their own a bit/ child wanderer type, he’d gain another parent instinct of grabbing on to you while continuing whatever he’s doing/ talking to without pause

I think about it a lot more recently on how he doesn’t love himself and it scratches at my heart raw and the only way I think I can ever die peacefully is by knowing someone taught him to love himself the way I love and absolutely adore him as do millions of other people.

#bang chan x reader #stray kids bang chan x reader #christopher chan bang #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz scenarios #skz bang chan #skz bang chan x reader

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lilmisssona · 4 months

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⋆˙✮⋆Chan As Your Bf! - Insta Stories⋆˙✮⋆˙

A/N : This is my first peice of work, So I hope you like it. Please comment your thoughts and reblog if you like. Bear with me for any grammatical errors as english is not my first language (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Resuse and Translation Not Allowed 🙅‍♀️🚫

Warnings : None ? Pure Fluffy Chan, down bad

y/n (｡- .•) Enjoy!

⋆˙✮⋆˙ Chan As Your BF! Insta Stories ⋆˙✮⋆˙

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chanshoesunite · 2 years

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Taking good care of Chan

GENRE: smut, fluff, established relationship

WORD COUNT: 1589

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): I just want to take care of Chan after a hard day of work and him constantly belittling himself.

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), blow job, established relationship = condomless sex

Chan has been out since dawn and it is now well past midnight when he comes home to you. His schedule has kept him so busy, he barely had time to eat. Now, he is insisting he isn’t hungry, but you know better. You have prepared a little meal for him, which he accepts shyly. It’s nutritious and light, perfect for the late hour. And perfect for not getting in the way of your plans.

You watch Chan while he eats, how he relishes the taste, purses his lips and scrunches up his nose. What a ridiculously cute man. You idly play with his free hand, tracing up every finger, from nail to knuckle to his wrist. When he is nearly finished, you explore up his sleeveless arms, kneading the strong muscles there. He lays down his spoon, and looks at you, his gaze full of love.

“Thank you”, he says quietly and you know he does not only mean the food. You just smile and get up to stand behind him, massaging his tense shoulders. Playfully, you softly blow warm air on his neck before peppering kisses everywhere, from his spine to his throat. He lets out a deep breath through his nose and tips his head back. Giving you more access. You hum approvingly, gifting him more kisses along his sharp jaw, his cheek and finally, finally his plush lips. While you kiss him deeply, you lightly grab his cheek, holding him in place gently, while the other hand strokes along his arm and torso. He moans into you, tries to reach for you, but you stop him. You straighten up, all while still holding him where he is. He looks up at you, his smile slightly confused but trusting. You feel so much love for this man and all he does. Your heart is full to bursting and all you want is for him to be taken care of.

“Come along, my love”, you say, massaging his scalp and playfully pulling his hair to get him to obey. “We are going to bed…”

“I will definitely not say naur to that”, he grins mischievously.

You lead him into the bedroom, urging him onto the king-sized bed. He falls back against the pillows, but immediately tries to sit up again and reaches for you. “No, no, no…”, you chastise him pushing him back and climbing on top of him. “You have done so much today already.” You squeeze his hips with your thighs and run your hands down his body, then underneath his black shirt. You take your time touching his powerful abs and chest, relishing the heat of his skin and the heat in his eyes as he looks at you.

“You have been such a good boy”, you say in a low voice, emphasizing your words with a tweak of his nipple. Abashed, Chan looks away. You know he wants to argue that he has not done enough, been enough. But he is in no position to argue. You make that clear by grabbing his chin slightly, making him look at you. You lean forward and kiss him before he can say anything. When he still tries to turn away, you pinch his nipple again, while smiling against his lips. Wickedly.

“You are a good boy. You know you are such a good boy, don’t you? Tell me you know that. Tell me you know you are worthy and loveable.”

You interrupt yourself several times to kiss away his embarrassment. Chan begins to squirm but you never stop. Instead, you start grinding down on his cock while saying:

“You are gorgeous, delicious even. You have been so good all day, being there for your kids and fans, taking care of everything. Let me take care of you now. I will make you feel so good. So loved. OK?”

Chan’s cock starts straining against his trousers and you feel incredibly powerful and sexy. You smile at him and roll your hips into him: “Oh, you do like that, don’t you, my love?”

Chan bites his lip, throwing one arm over his eyes and then nods.

“You know you deserve to feel good, don’t you?”

He huffs, and when you roll your hips again, he moans. Then nods.

“My good boy”, you whisper in his ear, kissing his neck. Chan shudders again, grabbing your hips with both hands.

“YN, I need you”, he says as he bucks up against you.

“You shall have me.”

Quickly, you pull off Chan’s oversized shirt, then you shrug out of your nightie. Chan’s eyes and hands roam your body, and you allow it. Yours do the same, after all.

“Gosh, you are so beautiful”, he says quietly, happily and you laugh a little.

“So are you! Inside and out.”

You unbutton his trousers and move down to press a hot kiss against his dick, straining in his dark boxer shorts. With a little “oh yeah” Chan falls back into the pillows, relinquishing everything to you. You are so turned on by his reaction, you cannot help but pull down his pants immediately. You wrap your hand and mouth around his thick cock, moaning at the taste of precum. You bob your head up and down several times, moving your hand in tandem. Chan’s hand finds its way into your hair, a steady weight, not pressing you down, just another connection to this gorgeous man.

“Have I already told you you are delicious? Because you are”, your words cause more precum to bead on his dick, and you lick it off with great enjoyment. Slowly, you take him deeper and Chan’s breathing gets more laboured. You take your time, then speed up, letting your tongue swirl around his length while you go up and down. You can feel him pulsing in your hand and mouth and you involuntarily rub your legs together, feeling your own lust like a wave in your body. You had planned on sucking Chan off until he exploded down your throat, but now you realise how foolish that was. Of course you need him filling your pussy, filling that aching emptiness.

Drunk on your passion, you drag your tongue up his shaft one last time and look at Chan. He looks glorious in this half fucked-out state. His chest heaves with every deep breath, his abs clenching when he bucks up into your hand.

“I need to fuck you, my love”, you say, pumping his dick with one hand and kneading his thigh with the other. “I want to have you inside me. I want to bounce on your thick cock, OK?”

“Oh god…yes. Of course”, Chan squeezes out, then steadies you as you position yourself above his glistening tip.

Chan’s large hands rest on your hips, kneading your buttocks as you take his dick in one hand to guide it inside you. Slowly you take him in. Savouring the stretch and burn, despite how slick you are for him. He moves one of his hands from your hips to your breast, where he teases your nipple with such skill, you can feel your nerves sparking down to your very core. You moan.

“See how good you are for me? I love having you fill me up. Mmmmh…”

You hold his eyes, trying to convey all your love and desire to him.

“YN…”, he breaks off with a strained tone, driving into you with a powerful thrust until you are fully connected to him. Your eyes squeeze shut from the exquisite pleasure of having Chan deeply buried inside you.

When you open your eyes again, you brace yourself on the pillows next to Chan’s head and lift your hips, only to ram them down again with gusto. You do it again, and again, helped by his strong hands that push you down on his length. His biceps strain and you cannot help but admire his power.

“Fuck, Chan, you just blow my mind. You do me so well.”

“Just for you, babygirl…”

With a whine, you start rolling your hips, creating friction on your clit, while he keeps up the rhythm.

“Never had anyone like you…you are so good…”, you pant, not even trying to be quiet. Your pleasure is building, sparking like a forest fire inside you. You lightly scratch your nails down his arms, his chest and finally tangle them in his hair.

His movements become faster, sloppier, he can feel your orgasm building, your muscles squeezing his dick harder.

He is trying to hold back, to make you come first.

But you decide to send him over the edge.

“I love you, Chan, I love you, you are such a good boy, you deserve this…”

You pull his head towards you and kiss him deeply, biting his lower lip, all while still fucking him, and being fucked hard.

“Oh, fuck, YN, yeah!”

With a groan he comes, his cock pulsing inside you, spilling his seed. This is it for you. With a supressed shout you ride his dick, squeezing your eyes shut, savouring every sensation, gasping for more, more, more.

Finally, you come down from your high. Without pulling his dick out of you, you lay down on Chan’s chest, burying your nose in his neck. You kiss him softly, once, twice, seven times, you can’t stop yourself. Between your kisses, you tell Chan how much you love him, that he deserves the world and has the best dick in the entire universe. Chan giggles delightedly and squeezes your bum.

“Thank you, baby girl…I love you.”

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kim-woonhak · 1 year

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best leader bang chan 🥺

for @sulfurcosmos from your stayblr not-so-secret santa <3

hehe happy holidays ti!!! you totally figured out who i was so quickly, and i had such a great laugh when you did 😂 even though i tried to play dumb until the end, it was obvious that you were onto me the moment you showed up in my inbox on anon too LOL anyways talking with you these past few weeks has been an absolute joy <3 i loved learning so much more about you and your own passions as well as our shared passion for one (1) bang chan 💕🥰 so i wanted to draw something for you that i think really represents all the love chan has for music, for his members, and for his stays! plus the stay lightsticks always remind me of thousands of shining stars, and space things always remind me of you! <3 i hope you have a happy new years ti 😘 love you bestieeeee~

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chrischannibang · 10 months

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Here's a silly lil guy

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kkurades · 1 year

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BANG CHAN had never felt so heartbroken as to when iz*one disbanded and his ultimate favourite idol disappeared from the face of earth until he suddenly found out that you were back as an idol under jyp entertainment and kim seungmin accidentally stole your pet pig

pairing: idol!bang chan x fem!idol!reader

genre: idol au, smau, strangers to lovers, pining, fluff, crack

featuring: miyeon of (G)I-DLE ( faceclaim ), joy of RED VELVET ( faceclaim ), dahyun of TWICE ( faceclaim ), stray kids, chaewon of LE SSERAFIM, sakura of LE SSERAFIM, yuri SOLOIST, yena SOLOIST, wonyoung of IVE, yujin of IVE, hongjoong of ATEEZ

warning: dark humor, cursing

status: upcoming

( started on 02/27/2023 , finished on . . . )

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A guide to being kidnapped and escaping 101

Prologue

Chapter 1

"I know you tried to move. Otherwise there would've been no marks." He looked at you accusingly as if you were the one who commited a crime or were covered in blood.

Pairing: afab! Psychologist! Reader x Bang Chan

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Crime, mafia au, eventual romance, slow burn, comedy (an attempt was made)

Warnings: kidnapping (not with malicious intent), use of injection(s), mentions of blood although nothing graphic, criminal activities of course.

Summary: You are a fairly renowned psychologist and therapist but definitely not renowned enough to be getting kidnapped in the middle of the night. Is it one of your past patients with a criminal record? You don't know what the kidnapper wants but you have a feeling you are about to find out.

This story takes place in the same universe as "A guide to accidental murder and cover up 101" but with a different reader. I suggest you can read that too if these kind of stories are your type. But both can be read as standalones too.

Completing Mrs Kim's therapy sessions, check. Because God knows that woman would rather chew glass than talk about her mommy issues and inferiority complex. Being promoted to senior therapist, check. Getting another new pet, check. Being kidnapped from your home, check. Okay so being kidnapped was definitely not on your this year's bingo card.

It's not everyday a bunch of well built men approach your apartment in the middle of the night, inject a needle into your veins, and take you in an expensive looking car with tinted windows. You feel yourself going limp and your mind filling with cloudy haze. Yeah you'd much rather have another therapy session with Mrs Kim than feeling like this, you think to yourself before loosing consciousness completely.

You wake up after God knows how many hours or possibly days? That thought scares you, you hadn't even submitted a leave of absence. What if they fired you? No they wouldn't fire you right? You were one of the top therapists in the country. There was no way they would fire you just after promoting you. And more importantly, what about your pets?

You look around you, observing your surroundings. The room looks like a 5 star suite room. You look down to see silk bed sheets wrapped around you. When you attempt to move you find that your movements are restricted. Your hands are free though, so you remove the sheets from around your legs. Only to find that your feet are cuffed from the bedpost. Great. Just fucking great. You jerk your legs in an attempt to unlock them but it's of no use whatsoever except making some noise.

Should you scream? What if the people who kidnapped you are psychopaths or sociopaths and it sets them off? It certainly won't be your first time dealing with psychopaths or sociopaths. But you needed to be very careful if you wanted some answers and didn't want to die.

"Hello?" You say. Your voice barely above a whisper because your throat feels so fucking hoarse. Just how dehydrated were you? You cough a bit to try to regain your voice. "Hello?" You repeat again. A little louder this time. "Is anyone there?" You almost scream now. Still no answer. You'll have to say something that they couldn't ignore now. You just hoped someone would be on the other side of the giant door. "I'm sorry but I really really need to go to the washroom. I'm not kidding." What the fuck? Did they just brought you here to leave you in a bed and go on with their days? You wished they would talk to you at least once so you could grasp what kind of people they were and what to say and not say to them. "EXCUSE ME?" You shout with all the voice you're left with now and then cough violently afterwards.

Suddenly the door opens by a man dressed in all black with a mask on his face, but his eyes are directed downwards and he isn't coming in. You see the reason mere seconds later. When a man with really well built body enters. His eyes as cold as the cuffs on your feet. He's wearing a white shirt with black harness belts over it. Who wears stuff like this? But that's definitely not the most concerning thing about him. It's the way his white shirt is splashed with blood. And not just one kind of blood. Different shades of blood. So are his black gloves and wrists.

You have worked with people who have been diagnosed with violent behavioural disorders and have seen your fair share of blood in your years long career as a psychologist. But never in this much quantity. And definitely never in this situation where you're tied to a goddamm bed. This was pretty fucking scary.

"Oh hello." He said like he was surprised that you were here, as if he wasn't the one who kidnapped you in the first place. "Did you need something?" He asked politely as if he was some underpaid staff at the local convenience store.

Deciding to not test the waters right now you just uttered one word. "Washroom."

"Oh right." He held out a hand towards the man who had opened the door in the first place and the man placed a a tiny key in his hand. He then walked towards you and opened the lock of the cuffs in one swift motion. It took you longer than this to open the lock of your door. That means he is pretty skilled at what he does. Which is scary because you suppose he murders people. Or animals? What if he is just a butcher? No but he kidnapped someone, the someone being you, he is definitely involved in criminal activities. He frowned when he noticed the red marks on your ankles. As if! Did he not know this would happen? He also seemed fairly experienced in whatever it was that he did considering the number of men working for him, you assumed. "You shouldn't have done that." He stated.

"Huh?" You questioned, too busy analysing his every move. Who knew for how much time they would leave you here again.

"I know you tried to move. Otherwise there would've been no marks." He looked at you accusingly as if you were the one who commited a crime or were covered in blood. This man needed to get his priorities straight.

"Can I go now?" You asked. It felt so weird after asking for permission to go to the fucking washroom after telling people what to do for years as a therapist.

"Uh yeah. It's that black door on your left." He gestured to said door. You stumbled to walk and heard him talking to the other man near the door. "Why did you fucking cuff her?" He sounded a bit angry.

"Because you told us to Boss!" The other man exclaimed while looking pretty shaken up.

"Yeah well I didn't-" he cut himself off and looked at you watching them while standing near the door. Fuck. You rushed inside quickly, afraid of what will happen now that he heard you eavesdropping on their conversation. Even though technically they were talking right in front of you.

You used the washroom not knowing when will be the next time you'll get to get out of the bed you were chained to. You go out and see the man who was not the "boss" standing next to the bed. Trying really hard to unlock the cuffs from the bedpost.

"I- uh sorry I'm kind of an intern here so-" he was clearly struggling to get the key out of keyhole now. Did he get it stuck there? "So- um I wanted to apologise for the inconvenience caused to you on my behalf. Boss ordere- uh asked me to apologize. Did that sound too formal? Sorry I used to work in retail before this if you couldn't already tell." You could.

"Let me see this." You go up to the lock as the man makes way for you. "I think you pretty much broke one of the latches in the locking pad." You observed. You had some experience with broken locks from that time you had your first internship in an asylum.

"Well then I'll go prepare for my funeral. In the meantime you can wait here. Someone will be here soon enough with some food for you." He sighed in despair and walked away. Not even bothering to close the door. Yeah he definitely was an intern.

Well then you might as well observe this place right? Right. You approach the giant door with slow and light steps. Not knowing what you could see on the other side. You look out to see dark hallways on all three sides with multiple doors in them. They are dimly lit from the sunlight that's passing through the huge windows on each end of the walls. You can see greenery. Maybe there's a garden somewhere.

Now... you were a psychologist but no psych vol. 6 book ever had notes about how to escape from a supposed mansion after being kidnapped by God knows who and for what. So you decided to throw caution out of the window and run out. Future you will just have to deal with whatever happens.

Confused between whether to go right, left or center, you decide to follow your instincts and go center. You run as fast as you can, which isn't actually fast because you had long ago decided that you would never have to run. Your job was to sit in a room with someone and talk to them. Why would you need to run? Yeah right. You hear footsteps following you behind so you look behind you just to find... no one? Running while looking in the opposite direction was definitely not a good idea. Because you just know you ran into someone you weren't supposed to run into.

You look up from the well built and hard chest your face had collided into, only to see the "boss" looking at you with an expression you couldn't identify. He was unusually cold yet held a soft look in his eyes. Very contradicting. Thankfully he had changed his blood stained shirt for a plain black one, although he still had those bloody gloves on. You can feel him staining your t-shirt as his big hands grip onto your shoulders from when you had lost your balance while faceplanting into his chest. And you really wish he hadn't held you and let you go so the ground could swallow you whole.

"Going somewhere doc?"

A/N: I wanted to make this longer as well as show their first proper conversation but I've been running low on motivation lately so I thought I should just post this first. Please let me know your thoughts on this, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

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sona1800 · 4 months

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Chan changed his 🫧 pfp! I...🫠 His smile 🫠

#bang chan #christopher bang #christopher chan bang #stray kids #skz #skz stay #bubble update #skz bubble

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slutforleeminho · 1 year

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143 • Bangchan

Just you and Chan saying I love you for the first time

Today was just like every Saturday morning, beams of light coming through your window, warming your face. A smile forming on your face as you remember your plans for the day. You and Bangchan go on a date every Saturday. It was hats to find the time during the week with you going to college, having way too many classes to go to, and Chan’s very busy schedule.

It’s not like you don’t talk to each other as much as possible, texting in between classes and when he was on break, and often falling asleep on the phone, his voice being the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep. Sometimes your schedules would line up and you could have lunch together, always going to the coffee shop that was perfectly located between your university and his place of work, so you could both meet there without one of you driving forty minutes to the other. It was perfect.

Saturday quickly became your favorite day of the week.

Chan informed you yesterday that today he wanted to surprise you with what was planned for today, and that he'd pick you up at one o'clock. He told you to wear whatever you wanted, "but you might want to wear something to suite the weather, it's supposed to be pretty warm tomorrow." you recalled him saying. Checking the weather app proved he was right, saying it would be in the seventies and sunny for the majority of the day.

You stared at the ceiling for a moment after letting your phone fall to the space beside you on the bed. You were loving the way you felt like a school girl with a crush, giggling at the thought of him coming up with the idea of planning the date all by himself. You wondered what he had put together for you. Amusement park? Walk on the beach? Maybe a romantic dinner at an expensive restaurant? "At 1 pm?" you thought to yourself and decided to scratch that one off the list.

Once you finally rolled out of bed, glancing at the clock, it read 8 o'clock, so you decided to make some breakfast. Opening the fridge to see your options, and met with nothing that sounded good. You decided on a banana, since you hadn't been grocery shopping in a while and didn't really have anything else. Plopping down on your couch to watch a couple of episodes of your favorite show to pass the time. You had to pry yourself away from the television when you had to get ready, being that every episode ended with a cliff hanger.

You brushed your teeth and put on some light makeup, since you had no idea where you were going you didn't want to overdo it. Just some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss. Then you worked on your hair, curling so you had soft beach waves and pulled half of it up into a claw clip. You were indecisive on what to wear, you know he said it didn't matter but you couldn't help but worry you'd be to dressed up or worse and be dressed down. So you pulled out your phone and clicked on your recent phone calls, not being surprised that Chan was at the very top. You clicked on his name and put it to your ear, listening to it ring.

"Yes darling" his deep voice came from across the line and sent a shiver down your spine. No matter how many times you heard his voice it never ceased to make your heart flutter and have your stomach in knots.

"I don't know what to wear" you whined back into the speaker.

"I already told you that it didn't matter. Wear something comfortable."

"Can't you just give me a hint on where we're going so I can make sure I'm dressed according to my surroundings." You tried to negotiate, but he was having none of that.

"Do you not trust my judgment? Is this you telling me I have no since of style?"

"No of course no-" You tried to explain yourself but he cut you off almost as soon as you started.

"Wow I'm hurt honestly." The sarcasm in his voice was very much noticeable.

"Stop teasing me, you know how I am. I just wanna be sure, you know?"

"Tell you what, wear that dress I got you a couple weeks ago. It'll be perfect for today, I promise."

"You're sure?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"I don't know, have you?"

"No."

"Ughhhh fine I'll wear it."

"Good, I want to see you in it." there's those butterflies again. "I have to finish getting some stuff together so I'll so you later, alright?"

"Okay, L- see you later." You heard the call end and threw your phone on your bed and slapped a hand over your mouth. You couldn't believe you almost said it. The big L word. Did you love him? You've been together for almost five months. You still remember the day he asked you to be his like it was yesterday.

You both met at your university actually, Bangchan came to meet up with one of his friends. While you were walking out of the building he was walking in. You were so focused on your phone, ordering food so you could pick it up before going home. You ran straight into his chest, which made you stumble back a bit, although he barely budged. You didn't believe that you could fall for someone just by looking into their eyes until that day. He was surprised by what had happened, but soon stared back into your eyes. You were almost sure he was thinking the same thing you were. You didn't know how much time passed before you finally cleared your throat and apologized, never taking your eyes off of his. He was so mesmerizing, his eyes sparkled in the sunlight, his lips looked so soft and pink, and his brown curly hair was so perfectly neat. His skin was tan, he was buff but not big. He was definitely sculpted by God himself. You choked on air when he asked you for your number, definitely not expecting that. His confidence is admirable, if he didn't have the balls to ask you out you probably wouldn't be together today.

You knew on the first date that if he asked you to be his girlfriend you wouldn't hesitate to say yes. And that's exactly what you did. After a couple weeks of hanging out, texting nonstop, and just getting to know each other, he asked you to be his.

But does he love you? As soon as the thought entered your brain, you forced it away, refusing to let your stupid overthinking ruin your day. You distracted yourself by digging in the back of you closet to get the dress Chan instructed you to wear. The dress was a light baby pink color with spaghetti straps. It hugs your hourglass figure perfectly, insinuating your waist, and was looser at the bottom. It was very comfortable and only came down to your knees, so you could move freely. You put some white tennis shoes on and grabbed a small white cardigan to cover your shoulders from the wind. By the time you were finished it was 12:47 pm, almost perfect, you thought to yourself.

You finish putting everything you needed into a small purse and sat on your bed, scrolling through Instagram until you heard a knock on you door. You practically skipped to your door to open it, not even bothering to check and see who it was first. When you opened the door you saw a very handsome looking Chan staring down at his shoes, raising his head to just to lower it again, scanning your figure.

" You look so beautiful." He complimented you.

"It's just the dress." You smiled back at him, but his smile dropped.

"It has nothing to do with the dress" His words took you by surprise, you cheeks turning a bright red. Before you could respond he held out his hand for you to grab which you did, and he led you to his car. He opened the passenger's side door for you, and once you were in he closed it gently, making sure you were completely in. He got in and started the car, looking over at you.

"You ready?"

You shook your head aggressively. "I'm so excited"

"Good" he smiled back at you. He put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking lot in only a few swift motions. He handed you the aux and told you to play whatever you wanted. So you decided on Lilac by I.U as the first of many songs you would play. You were singing along to the lyrics but couldn't fucus on what you were saying, when Chan's hands on the steering wheel caught your eyes. His fingers were covered in rings, most of them being ones you got him since you were basically weak for his beautiful hands.

It seemed that Chan noticed your internal fangirling, but only smirked as he made a sharp right turn. The sudden motion startling you, causing your left hand to land on his thigh. As soon as he straightened the steering wheel and slowed his speed, you yanked your hand away from his leg and placed it in your own lap, apologizing for what you did.

"Why are you apologizing?" He laughed at your flustered state.

"I don't know" You laughed with him.

"Here" He reached his hand out, his palm open and facing up, waiting for your own. You placed your hand in his, and all he did was intertwine his fingers with yours and rest his arm on the console. It was a simple and small gesture, but it made your heart race. Chan on the other hand was focused on the road without a care in the word.

After what felt like hours of driving, he finally pulled up to what looked like a really big park. He took the car keys of the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt, looking over at you probably expecting you to do the same.

"What is this?" You asked curiously. He threw his head back and groaned in frustration.

"We're so close babe, so close. But fine I'll tell you. We're going on a picnic."

"Really?!?!" You shrieked with excitement and quickly unbuckled before reaching for the door handle. Chan laughed loudly at your eagerness. He got out of the car along with you and opened the door to the backseat and pulled out two different lunchboxes and a blanket. You offered to help carry something but he refused and only grabbed your hand once again to lead you to the spot he had picked for you both. He led you to the top of a hill next to a big tree and laid out the blanket while you stood there in awe of the view. You could see a good portion of the busy city, and below the hill was a small playground where kids were playing and laughing. The tall tree shaded where you and Chan were standing, making it the prefect place to hide from the sun. Once he finished laying out the blanket and placing the lunchboxes on top of it, he signaled for you to sit down with him. You obliged and watched him take out containers of food from one of the boxes, and a couple bottles of soju from the other, along with two bottles of water.

"Did you make all of this?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"Yep. Took me all morning too."

"You didn't have to do all this. We could've just went through a drive through and ate here."

"You're right I didn't have to, but I wanted to. And I don't regret it either, not when I get to see you happy and smile the way you are. And especially when I get to know I'm the cause of it." His smile got wider with each word. "You deserve nothing less than everything I can give you, this is nothing compared to the things I would do to see you happy."

You didn't know what to say so you didn't, letting all your thoughts go and letting your needs take over. Before you could change your mind, you leaned across the blanket over all the food and kissed him. You knew right then and there that you loved this man and would do anything for him. Your hands were on either side of his legs to hold yourself up, and he placed his hands on the sides of your face to kiss you back. It was so passionate. You and Chan have kissed before but never like this, it was always nothing more than a peck. But this time was different, your lips moved together perfectly in sync. You weren't completely sure how he felt about you, but now you knew for sure he felt the same way you did. Totally in love.

He was the first one to pull away to catch his breath. Keeping his hands on your cheeks and starring into your eyes.

"I love you so much." Your eyes widened at his words, but you recovered quickly and smiled.

"Say it again." Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again.

"Only if you say it back."

"I'm so in love with you Christopher Bang Chan."

He erupted into giggles and you couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Not my government name."

"Say it back!" You whined.

"Okok I love you (your full name)."

You wanted to stay like this with him forever, but the moment was short lived when a group of teenagers starting yelling "get a room" and bunch of "oooh's" from afar.

You sat back in your spot and looked in their direction.

"I'm going to kill them." He laughed at your reaction.

"Come on, baby let's just eat the food before we attract ants"

You weren't the one to say no to him.

(not proofread)

The way I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time writing this. If you enjoyed the story please consider reblogging it and leaving a like:) It gives me motivation knowing people actually enjoy my work. And if you have any request don't be shy to send me an ask!

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kaiso-woo · 5 months

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Cookie Dough

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-> Masterlist

BONUS #4 - Connections to ‘Stay Series’! This occurs on Christmas Day - right after the Skz Family has finally left your house in PART 14 - Merry Chris-mas (Felix Never Bad)

WC: 1.1k

Synopsis: So does anyone remember this from PART 14?

“You think we aren’t married?” You ask, sliding the bowl away from Chris for the umpteenth time, “Christopher get your paws out of Felix’s baking.” “He doesn’t mind.” “I mind,” you finish, turning away for a second to turn the oven on, only to have to lunge back for the bowl because Chris has nicked it again.

“Okay, here’s the deal baby, you either let me eat some of this or I eat you out later,” Chris wolfishly demands…

Notes: SMUT, PussyDrunk!Chan, Overstimulation, Oral (F Receiving), Traffic Light System (Used), Fluff?, Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Swearing, Idol!Chan, Fem!Reader

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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BONUS #4

You were on your phone. You were on your phone, lying on your bed on your god damn stomach, completely at ease with the world.

"Yeobo~" You had just showered, literally just showered, changed into pyjamas and were ready for bed. "Can I have my dessert please, honey?" You frown and roll over just enough so you can stare at Chris, standing at the bottom of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest. "There's ice cream in the fridge... and Felix's cookies that we made today... why're you asking me for dessert?"

Chris tilts his head slightly, his eyes scanning you from head to toe mischievously, "Not what I meant..." he whispers.

How hungry for dessert was he, exactly? Because Jesus Chri-

“Please…” he whines, grabbing your hips and dragging you back down to him, “Please baby. I need more.”

You groan and try to wriggle out of his grip, thrashing against his strength.

“Baby- baby c’mon. Please. I need more. You taste so fucking- god- so fucking good,” he breathes, the warmth against your heat making you shudder. Before you can argue with him, he hoists your legs over his shoulders again, tongue immediately lapping at the slick of your folds.

You release a drawn out whine and shovel your fist into your mouth, struggling to cope with the relentless pace of his tongue. In no time you’re quivering underneath him, his expert tongue swiping the places he knows will make you lose all sense of reality.

“Chris-” you moan, hand flying to lock into his curly hair and tug desperately, writhing, “Too sensitive- s’too much fuck Chris- Christopher-” He hums and sucks particularly hard at your clit, sending rockets of pleasure and pain shooting up your spine.

“Honey I know you can handle this. I know you can. You can do this for me, yeah? Please baby?” He begs, eyes drilling into your teary own, as two of his fingers sneakily slip into your aching hole. He groans at the sound of you whimpering, his other hand tightening on your thigh.

“Oh baby that’s it, moan for me. Let me hear you. I need more baby. I want more,” he continues, mouth falling open in loud pants as he pumps, his third finger sliding in with ease. You squirm and buck against him, trying desperately to muffle your moans instinctively, the precise opposite of what he’s asked.

He notices your attempts to silence yourself and growls, bringing his face down to suck in annoyance at your clit, “I said moan for me sweetheart," he demands against your heat and a pathetic groan escapes you. “There we go. 'Atta girl~”

The combination of his fingers and his tongue is splitting every last remaining brain cell you possess into eighths, his praise and sounds of pure desire at your own pleasure making your heartbeat intensify, your legs shake intensely, incomprehensible words falling out of your mouth.

Eventually, he removes his face from your core so he can watch your expression again, his eyes wide with rapt attention, his mouth parted in awe. If even possible, his fingers speed up, and he licks the juices around his mouth attentively.

“I could listen to you moan like this all day darling. 24/7. Fuck you with my fingers all the time. Yeah? You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

This is not good. His dirty talk. This is not good for you.

“You’re so tight and it’s just my fingers baby. How many times have you cum already, hm?” You’re struggling to think, let alone answer him, and when you don’t, his eyes darken. In a slow, taunting gesture, he leans down to lick an excruciatingly teasing line up the folds of your pussy.

“How many?” “Three three threehee-” you slur out, repeating the words over and over, in a daze.

“And why’s that?” “Ughh- fuck- fuck Chris- fuck it’s cause you- you feel so good- s'good- so good-” your voice dies in your throat pathetically as he curls his fingers and pumps harder, leaning over slightly for a better angle.

“Hm? What was that?” He asks innocently, juxtaposed against his devilish grin. “Your fucckahh fingers. Chris- I can’t- wait, please- sensitive-”

He ignores your last comments and places a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh, “I’ll spell it out for you love, since you can't seem to function like a normal human being."

If he wasn't currently digging you into your own grave, you might have found the willpower to glare at him for his snarky attitude. Unfortunately he seems to love exploring what he's long since discovered, and you could do nothing but squirm.

"You’ve cum twice because of my fingers. And you’ve cum on my tongue because you taste so fucking delicious. I can’t get enough of you, isn’t that right? This meal? It’s mine. All for me. Whenever I'm fucking hungry.”

Your breath intensifying and your walls clenching around his fingers in a spasm lets Chris know you’re about to snap - so what does he do? Pulls his fingers out, briefly edging you. (A/N: I wanna throttle this man - non-sexually - for real sometimes, and I wrote him :|

You whine in desperation and open your mouth to complain when his fingers are replaced with his tongue flicking rapidly at your hole, diving in as deep as he could reach, hitting that soft spot straight away.

“Fuck Chris! Chris- oh shit-” you scream, that white-hot pressure picking up right where it was left off, washing over you with such force that you swear you dip into darkness for a second. When it dies down and the world slams into you heavily, you realise Chris is still lapping at your juices, eagerly sucking and licking, slurping away at the liquid between your legs.

He’s like a vampire. For your cum. His groans are sinful, pleased at having made you cum for the 4th time using only his mouth and fingers. But the overstimulation is too much. You can already feel that pressure building in your lower abdomen, and you’re worried that you’re seriously going to break something if you let him continue.

So amidst your whining and gasps, you manage to stutter out, “Red- red- Chris- red.”

You didn’t have to repeat the word at all. As soon as it fell from your lips the first time Chris stops his actions, breathing heavily. He wipes the excess from his chin and crawls to lay on top of you, placing a tender kiss to your lips - and you can taste yourself slightly.

He snuggles into your neck, trying to control his breathing and simultaneously stroking the side of your face, taking the time to brush any stray strands of hair away and tuck it behind your ear.

“Thank you love. You did so well for me. I'm so proud of you, thank you. Are you okay?” He mumbles, placing adoring kiss after adoring kiss on your neck, “Does it hurt too much? I’ll go get you a drink, yeah? Pineapple juice? Water?”

He makes to roll off you and leave, but you grab his shirt and pull him back, “It’s fine Chris. I’m okay… just… just stay with me please?” “I’m sorry,” he sighs, wrapping himself securely around you again, “I kind of lost myself there, you know what I'm like...” “You don’t say…” you laugh, stroking the curls at the back of his head affectionately.

“Not my fault you taste better than that cookie dough,” he grumbles, and you sigh in defeat. “You’re a man of your word, aren’t you?” “I gave you the option. Let me eat the cookie dough or-” “Okay okay- shush. Point taken.”

Point taken, indeed...

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nuna-adelie · 1 year

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SKZ when they walk in on you suggestively eating a popsicle.

Your throat has been hurting all day and to find some relief, you walk towards the kitchen to eat a popsicle.

Fluff / Suggestive / Implied oral sex

Bang Chan / Christopher:

Your throat had been sore for days now; almost turning into a cold. All you wanted was a little bit of relief, and you had finally found it in the form of a cold popsicle. The icy coating on your throat felt so good, making you let out a soft moan as you leaned on the counter, looking nowhere in particular. You pushed the popsicle a little further, letting out another small sound as a drop of blue ice dripped along your chin, landing on your shirt.

“Jezus, y/n.”

You shot upright and turned around to find Chan standing behind you; bag of groceries in hand. You pulled the popsicle out of your mouth, lips and tongue slightly blue.

“You know,” Chan put the bag down and took a step forward; eyes slightly clouded with desire. “You should be careful with foods like that. There’s eight men walking around here who can enter this kitchen at any time.”

“I still have a sore throat,” you whined. “It’s just a popsicle.”

As the man took another step forward, you teasingly put the popsicle back in your mouth, pushing it as far as your gag-reflex would let you, never breaking eye contact. Before you knew it, he had taken a hold of the popsicle and promptly pulled it out of your mouth.

“Don’t test me,” he growled as you winced slightly. “It will be your own fault if you keep going. I might not be able to take responsibility for what happens then.”

You tried to reach upwards as he held the ice above his head, your body pushing against his. You took advantage of the opportunity and let your hands roam his chest, fingers tracing over his toned muscles. A small yelp left your mouth as he grabbed your ass. One of your legs stepped in between his, your thigh slightly pushing against what was now a growing bulge. He looked down at you, a small smirk adorning his face. Of course, he knew exactly what he was doing. He quickly licked the top of the popsicle and put it in front of your mouth. As you parted your lips, he delicately pushed it back.

“You know, if you want I have a different kind of popsicle for you when you’re done with that one, y/n”

Lee Know / Minho:

The second you put the popsicle in your mouth, you could feel your throat relax; the soothing cold enveloping the harsh burn you had felt for the last few days. You leaned against the refrigerator, eyes completely closed and let out a small moan, not noticing the man who had just entered the kitchen. Like a cat, he had slipped into the kitchen and as soon as he saw you, he knew he didn’t want to disturb what was unfolding in front of his eyes.

As you let out a whimper he couldn’t help but produce a small noise himself as well. He mentally smacked himself as soon as he did, knowing he had just startled you.

Immediately you pulled out the popsicle, slightly choking.

“Minho!” You yelped, coughing a few times, blue drops of ice visible on your chin. Swiftly, he stepped forward and let his thumb trace over them, picking them up and finally putting his thumb in his mouth.

“Yum,” he teased, taking note of your red cheeks. “Do it again, I wanna see it up close.”

“Wh-What are you-” you began, but immediately, your mouth was enveloping the blue popsicle again. Minho had taken it out of your hand and put it back in your mouth, slowly pushing until your eyes started to tear up.

“I like that look on you,” Minho said breathily, taking the ice cream out again.

“You’re the worst,” you huffed. “I have a sore throat.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, having a few licks himself. As you observed him, you could feel a familiar knot form in your lower abdomen.

“Can I have it back, please?” You held out your hand, the slight burning feeling in your throat slowly returning. “It’s hurting.”

Immediately, Minho gave the popsicle back to you. Though he loved to tease you, he would never want you to experience actual pain. You thanked him and relaxed as soon as the numbness enveloped your throat once more.

“How about you try a different remedy once your throat feels better, y/n? I know a very effective one.”

Changbin:

“Oh god,” you whispered as soon as you put the popsicle in your mouth. “That feels so good.” You sat down on a barstool by the kitchen counter and let your body slump over it; one arm under your head as you licked the blue ice. You hummed and moaned softly, thanking the cold stick for the relief your throat felt.

“Are you okay?” Changbin entered the kitchen and glanced over at you; a slight concern across his face.

“My throat hurts,” you replied. “This feels so good.”

The man sat down on the stool next to you and leaned his chin on his hand, his eyes intently looking at you as you moved the popsicle in and out of your mouth at a semi-rapid pace.

“Feels good?” He reiterated your words and you hummed in response. “It seems like it.”

You looked at him, eyebrow slightly raised, but enjoying yourself too much to start a discussion with him.

Changbin let his free hand wander across your shoulders and back, making you shiver. He tried to fight the smile that appeared on his face unsuccessfully and slowly, it turned into a small smirk.

“Can I hear it again?” He came a bit closer, now resting his face on your shoulder. “What?” You questioned. You could feel the second smirk against your body. “How good it feels.”

You sighed and put the popsicle back in your mouth, trying your hardest not to make any noise; it was always fun to kind of tease him. Unfortunately, the numbing cold felt so good, that you couldn’t help but let out another moan, slightly louder this time.

“I like that sound. You’re going to make me feel jealous of a popsicle, y/n.” As he continued to listen to your soft sounds, Changbin couldn’t help but envision what it would sound like if you were sucking on him instead of the popsicle. He could feel himself getting hard and quickly created a little bit of space in between you two.

After a few minutes, you sat back up. There was not much left of the blue ice and your throat felt a lot better.

“No need to be jealous,” you said. “You just need to wait until my throat feels better.” You threw away the clean wooden stick and walked past Changbin. As you got close to his ear, you let out another soft moan.

“You better not test me, y/n. I cannot wait until I can be responsible for those sounds again. Your throat should heal soon because I don’t know how long I can go without it.”

Hyunjin:

It was the middle of the night, so everyone was asleep; everyone except for you. Your throat had been killing you for most of the day, and finally you could let yourself go and enjoy a popsicle. As soon as you plopped down on the floor in front of the fridge, you ripped the plastic wrapper off and shoved the ice in your mouth.

At first, you licked it all around, trying to get as much of its numbing cold around your mouth, but soon, you found yourself bobbing your head up and down, enjoying yourself. Luckily you were alone.

The ‘alone part’ only lasted for a few minutes though, because soon the lights flicked on, exposing you in your sleepwear, basically deep throating a blue popsicle.

“Well well,” Hyunjin slowly walked towards you. “What do we have here? You practicing?”

You sighed and took out the popsicle, ready to answer the man. Before you could, though, he already had his next sentence prepared. “Oh please don’t stop on my behalf. It’s a nice view. Are you okay with an audience?”

You shrugged and continued to relieve yourself of that burning feeling; continuing to take the popsicle in and out of your mouth over and over again.

“Seriously, y/n. You should be happy that I am the one who found you here like this, there is no telling what some of the others might have thought, or worse, done, if they had found you.”

“It’s just my throat, Hyunjin. It hurts.”

The man just hummed in response and sat on the floor with you, eyes not leaving the sight in front of him. His hand was resting on your knee and his thumb slightly rubbing it calmly. You let one of your own hands trail along his leg, up his thigh as you continued to treat the popsicle as if it was him. He couldn’t help but imagine it that way, it made him more and more excited.

“You know,” he hesitated for a moment, not sure if you would appreciate the following comment. “If you ever need to practice more, I have a popsicle you can use.”

You smiled at him as you took the ice out of your mouth, sticking out your blue tongue towards him.

“I mean it, y/n. You shouldn’t act so seductively late at night, it makes it hard for me to be responsible for what might happen.”

Han Jisung:

You had just taken a shower, hoping that it would have helped with the soreness in your throat, but to no avail. As a last resort, you took a popsicle out of the freezer and sat down at the bar, hoping to finally find some relief. As soon as the cold hit your throat, you knew you had made the right decision. You couldn’t fight the moans escaping your mouth as you found solace in the cold snack. After a minute or two, you took out the popsicle and started licking it, from bottom to top. As you licked it for the fourth time, you could hear a soft gasp behind you. Ignoring the person who had just entered the kitchen, you continued to both lick and stick the popsicle in your mouth, trying to find any relief you could. The gasps continued until you finally felt a kiss being planted on your cheek. That in itself completely gave away who was standing behind you.

“Can I help you?” You took out the popsicle and stuck out a slightly blue tongue. Jisung now stood next to you: Eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He usually wasn’t the one to creep up on others, he was way too loud for that most of the time. He must have had a good reason.

“Yeah, I’d like a taste.” Jisung bit his lower lip as he looked at you, eyes fixated on the popsicle that continued to move in and out of your mouth. You stuck out the popsicle towards him and closed your eyes as you sighed. A wet feeling on your chin and lower lip made them shoot back open, though.

“Jisung!” You yelped. “What the-”

He snickered and stuck out his own tongue. “I told you I wanted a taste. There were just some drops on your chin. They seemed a lot tastier than the popsicle itself.”

“You little-” you began, cutting yourself off. Talking still slightly hurt, so you decided it wasn’t worth undoing what the popsicle had just brought you in terms of relief. You quickly stuck it back in there.

“Oh, looks like someone doesn’t have the energy to argue,” he smiled sarcastically. “How about we try that again, but this time, I want to taste the rest.”

You didn’t remove the popsicle from your mouth, though; not giving him the opportunity to stick his tongue inside.

“Aww, no fun, y/n! I just wanted a taste! How about you taste me instead? I have a popsicle right here for you; for you only.”

Lee Felix / Yongbok:

Finally everyone had gone to bed, or so you thought. The freezer was full of popsicles and you were going to eat at least three tonight. Anything to get rid of this burning sensation in your throat. You sat on the floor and relaxed your shoulders.

As soon as the cold hit your throat, you let out a moan. Before you knew it, the sounds in the kitchen were comparable to an amateur porn shoot. Well, maybe not that loud, but at least the sounds were noticeable and prominent. You would have never done this during the day, maybe not even during the night, but you needed some relief and you didn’t care how you were going to get it.

“W-what are you doing?” Felix had entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes to signify his exhaustion. His cheeks were as red as your popsicle was blue. “You shouldn’t let people hear those kinds of sounds,” he said. Even though you couldn’t hear him, he added: “At least not like this in the kitchen.”

You smiled at him and got up from the floor, slowly walking towards him. Felix was always a fun one to tease, especially in situations like these. It’s not like you were waiting for him to enter the kitchen, but you were happy he had.

“Why not?” You asked innocently, licking the popsicle more intensely with each step you took. The man gulped and froze in place. There was no way in hell that he was going to move from this spot, not with you walking towards him like that. As soon as your bodies were pressed against each other, you kept walking. A few more steps and you had him pressed against the wall.

“B-Because it-it’s, well, you k-know.”

Cute.

“Because?” You used one of your legs to part his, taking the popsicle out of your mouth and holding it in front of him. “Would you like a lick?”

Sometimes, Felix would suddenly change in moments like this. His voice and demeanor would almost do a 180. This turned out to be one of those moments. He turned you around and this time, it was his turn to press against you. One hand against the wall and the other cupping your face. His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and you were upset that your throat really hurt that much at the moment.

“I would love a lick. Speaking of licking, I have something for you that tastes way better than a popsicle, y/n.”

Seungmin:

You let out a deep sigh as the popsicle hit the back of your throat, breathing around the blue ice. Dinner had been a bit of a battle, as the heat did not correspond well with the already burning sensation you felt at the moment. The popsicle made everything better, though. The further the cold reached inside your throat, the heavier your breathing became; eventually letting out a soft moan or two.

“Whoa.” Seungmin stood in the door opening and strode towards you; dishes in hand. “That’s hot.”

Slightly taken aback by his bluntness, you took the popsicle out of your mouth and cocked your head, looking at the men intently. Seungmin put the dishes in the sink and turned towards you. You had not anticipated for him to grab your chin, and you had definitely not anticipated what he would say next.

“I wonder what you sound like with me in your mouth instead of that small popsicle.”

You lightly choked and coughed a few times, trying to collect yourself.

“Excuse you!” You exclaimed, giving him a slap on his chest. He chuckled and gave the bottom of the popsicle a quick lick as you held it in your hand. Immediately afterwards, he guided the blue stick back towards your mouth, waiting patiently for you to part your lips. With a smirk adorning his face, he quickly pushed it just a bit too far, chuckling at the gagging sound you made.

“I like that sound,” he whispered in your ear, moving away from you. “When can I hear it again?” The comment had earned him another slap.

“Seungmin!” You tried to sound stern, but unfortunately, the name left your lips in a more needy tone than you had intended.

“Oh?” His reply was almost arrogant, yet loving. He started into your eyes as he examined your tongue going up and down the blue stick. “You should be careful eating like that in this house. You never know who might try to take advantage of a sight like this.” He planted a quick kiss on your forehead and turned around; working on the dishes like nothing had happened. It had been your intention to quip back, but your brain did not give you any words to work with.

“Next time, let’s try something different, y/n. I know a great popsicle you can use to soothe your throat and make you moan at the same time.”

I.N / Jeongin:

“Hmm, that feels good,” you mumbled to yourself as your throat felt a form of relief. It had been a whole day of your throat hurting and after trying multiple remedies, Hyunjin had given you a great idea: Eat a popsicle to soothe the burning sensation.

You stood over the sink, some of the blue ice dripping past your lips, onto your chin, and eventually into the sink. “Oh God,” you exclaimed. “This is exactly what I needed.”

While completely lost in your own relief, you had not noticed someone entering the kitchen. The moans escaping your lips filled the entire kitchen. Had you known you were not alone, you would have never made sounds like that but the cold just felt so good.

“Y/n?”

The sound startled you so much that you almost dropped the popsicle as you shot up.

“O-oh,” you stumbled. “Jeongin, I didn’t hear you come in.”

The man walked towards you, cursing himself for giving away that he was there in the first place. He would have listened to your moans for as long as he could. He made a mental note of not saying anything if he would be lucky enough to find you in this position again.

“Wh-what are you-” He stopped himself for a second, suddenly over conscious of his words. “What’s that?” He pointed towards the obvious object enveloped by your tongue. “A popsicle,” you replied dryly. “Want a taste?”

It was cute to see how quickly he closed the distance between the two of you, grabbing your hand and bringing the blue stick towards his mouth. As he licked it, he looked at you, gauging your reaction. You chuckled and took the popsicle back, sticking it back in your own mouth.

“How-” Jeongin began, once again hyper aware of saying the right things. “H-How far can you take that?”

Another chuckle escaped your lips as you delicately pushed the ice inside your mouth. With each centimeter, Jeongin’s eyes grew bigger and bigger. At some point, you were afraid they were going to pop out of his head. You kept going until you felt your gag reflex kicking in, not realizing how much of the popsicle had disappeared.

“Whoa,” Jeongin said breathily. “That’s amazing, y/n.” You smiled at the compliment and teasingly planted a kiss on his cheek.

“If you want to practice that some time again with a bigger prop, I have one for you. I think it would feel really good, for both of us.”

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⋆˙✮⋆ Chan As Your Bf! - Insta Stories ⋆˙✮⋆˙ ( Cont'd)

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chanshoesunite · 2 years

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IMAGINE: Rain wakes you and Chan keeps you up

IMAGINE waking up to heavy rain pounding against your window. You’re groggy, and the light is still dim – it can’t be time to get up just yet. A quick glance towards the window confirms your suspicion; a rainstorm is raging outside, the wind howling around the corners of your house. You shiver, glad that you’re tucked into bed, warm and cosy, cuddled up against your boyfriend’s chest. You snuggle closer against his warm skin and feel him stir beneath you, a low grumble escaping him as he pulls you in and sleepily blinks once or twice. His hair is messy and there might be a hint of forgotten eyeliner smudging his sleep-swollen eyes. He has never looked more perfect to you.

“Shhh, Channie, babe, go back to sleep,” you whisper, your fingers stroking a pattern across his chest. He sighs happily at your touch and flexes the arm around you. You lie in silence for a few seconds, just basking in each other’s warmth, enjoying the closeness. “Did the storm wake you?” His voice is hoarse and unexpected above the pat-pat-pat of the raindrops plummeting against the glass. You hmmm in answer, your eyes drifting shut again.

You expect his breaths to relax once more, but instead, you feel him catch your wrist in his hand, kissing all of your fingertips. You sigh, half resignation, half pleasure, as Chan’s lips move up your wrist, your arm, until they reach your neck. The room is perfectly quiet except for the sounds of the storm and your breathing becoming more laboured. Chan nuzzles your neck, now on his side next to you, while his hand gently strokes your cheek. You can almost feel yourself purring in pleasure despite the fact that you would have fancied another nap. Slowly, sweetly, you feel Chan stroking your body, his large hands sliding over your hips, your stomach, your waist, deliberately not touching the places where you want, no, need him most, thus elevating your want even more.

“Babe,” you gasp breathlessly as his fingers dance between your legs without ever touching you in any way that would provide a release from this sweet and slow torture, “aren’t you tired?”

He arrived late last night after practice and still managed to shower and fuck you well before passing out next to you – no more than six hours can have passed since then. Chan chuckles, his lips on your breast still evading your sensitive nipple. “Baby girl,” he sighs, “I don’t want to go to sleep now. I’ll be doing this masterpiece now.”

Your groan at his bad SKZ lyrics pun turns into a moan of pleasure as he finally engulfs your nipple in his mouth and parts your lower lips. His groan joins yours.

“You’re so wet,” he states, almost in awe. “I think you’re ready for me.”

You nod, catching his lips with yours as he manoeuvres himself above you, pushing your legs apart and, without waiting, pushes his hard cock into your waiting pussy. You whimper at the stretch, the burn delicious since you’re still a little sore from your last dicking just a few hours ago, but Chan’s sweet kisses promise wordlessly that he’s going to take good care of you. His rhythm is slow, deliberate, almost sleepy; he kisses you, strokes you, touches you in ways that make you thrash, but there is no urgency. It’s just the two of you in your quiet, sleepy bubble of bliss while a storm rages outside.

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