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was on tiktok and saw a tiktok about chan’s hands and then the next tiktok was about some car and now all i can think about is getting fingered by him when you’re both on a drive 😵‍💫

he would take you on a drive when the both of you couldn’t sleep. as the australian fboy he is, he’d 100% have his hand on your thigh. he noticed that you’re starting to clench your thighs bc be honest, his hand itself is so insanely attractive and being in a close proximity to him makes you want to jump his bones. he notices this and smirks to himself. cocky piece of shit. you’re looking out the window because one look at him and you’re gonna have to stop the car so you can do as you please with him. his hand is now going up and down your thigh, getting closer to where you need him most when his hand goes up. at this point, you can’t even breathe. his hand is slightly grazing over your clothed core and you swear you can hear your heart beating. if he feels how wet you are, you will never hear the end of it-

“baby, you got this wet watching me drive?” he teases.

you just glare at him because how could you ever explain to your boyfriend that his hands make you want to ride him until he fills you up?

chan knows this, of course. how wouldn’t he? he sees the way you look at his hands, the way you moan and whine and cry when he’s fingering you endlessly. he just loves teasing you.

slowly, his middle finger starts moving up and down your clothed core. you shift in your seat, already hating the way he’s going to tease you.

“chris…please”

“please what, baby? use your words, pretty girl”

the moment he calls you pretty girl, you swear you feel the earth move. dizzy with arousal, you put your hand around his wrist.

“if you’re not gonna do anything, then move your hand.”

chan smiles at you, making you dizzier.

“who said i wasn’t gonna do anything? cant i take my time with my girl? want to make sure you’re ready for me, so i can have you any way i want. yeah?”

he runs his middle and ring finger over your core.

“but it looks like i don’t need to get you ready. you’re soaking through your panties sweet girl.”

you swear your faces turns tomato red.

“good idea wearing a skirt yeah? knew you were gonna get fucked in the car hm?”

“no, i swear” you say, now panting. you swore you were gonna cum, and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

“look at you. i haven’t even done anything yet”

without warning, he pushes your panties to the side and slides two fingers in and lets out a low groan that goes straight to your head and makes you feel dizzier than you already were.

“fuck, bet i could slide a third finger in too, yeah? my filthy little slut. getting fingered in a car. so wet for me, so fucking wet for me. my pretty girl. promise i’m gonna let you cum. want to feel you cum around my fingers.”

…i’m dizzy.

this is…insanely self indulgent. i am not ok.

“This is mine” YES IT FKN IS HSJAJ😭😭

warnings: pussy job, wet & messy, daddy kink, panties stay on during sex w mr. bang christopher chan!

you might just have to throw these panties out when chan’s done with you.

you’re wet.

you’re wet, and the tip of chan’s cock is leaking precum already. not to mention the lube he’s poured on the spongey head and the front of your panties.

he likes to do this sometimes, particularly when he wants to take his time with you and make you desperate for him. you’re in for a long night considering your boyfriend has the kind of stamina that needs to be studied in a lab.

chan spreads the lube over the front of your panties, and the baby pink cotton turns sheer quickly. it sticks to your pubic mound almost uncomfortably, and it already has you wanting to squirm. chan settles his gaze on you, eyes staying locked on yours, before his knobby fingers trail to the gusset of your panties, pulling it to the side to expose your swollen cunt to him.

his other hand remains on the shaft of his cock, and with his eyes still gazing into yours, he grinds its fat head against the slit of your pussy.

“o-oh, oh daddy,” you whimper. your legs threaten to close around his hips when the tip of his cock rubs right over your clit.

“baby, yeah?” chan tilts his head. he taps his dick on the crease of your thigh. “keep ‘em spread how daddy likes.”

your hands travel under your knees to keep yourself spread for him. just how he likes.

“there you go. atta baby, ready? shit. ohhh my gosh.” his voice is so gruff; it pulls a whimper from your throat before you can think to hold it back. he’s still looking at you, not sparing a glance downward as he pulls the slimy-wet gusset of your panties back where it belongs, now snug over his cock. chan has to angle himself to the side slightly so he can bully his cock in the tight space between your hot cunt and your panties.

chan’s heavy gaze remains on your face when he gives his first slow thrust against your pussy. the lips of your cunt already hug him so sweetly, and the added feeling of your sopping wet panties over his cock has his top lip twitching.

your eyes are wild, lips parted wide in a silent scream that makes chan want to turn you over and fuck you into the mattress. but not yet, he’s patient; he can wait.

“pretty fucking face,” chan whispers. “this is mine.”

yes. you don’t even know what exactly he’s referring to. your face, your cunt, your body, your heart. it’s all his, and you both know it.

chan’s eyes finally leave yours so they can take in the sight below him. your eyes follow his too, to the bulge of his cock through your panties. he’s slowly fucking himself against your cunt, and he brings a small hand down to press over the head of his cock where it rocks against your clit.

the pressure of his hand makes you both moan, and you’re tightening your hold under your knees because your legs are shaking now. chan ruts harder now, faster, keeping the thumb and index finger of his other hand around the base of his cock to increase his pleasure while he uses your clothed pussy to get off.

that all too familiar feeling is swirling in your gut, and your hips start to fuck in tandem with chan’s so you’re meeting him thrust for thrust. he’s not ready for you to cum yet though, and he pulls that big, pretty cock from your pussy and strokes it in a strong fist.

“da-! daddy! c-chris, put it back! please, please put it back,” you want to cry, you want to kick your feet and scream about how much you need his cock back, but chan beats you to it.

he brushes the pads of his fingers against the wet fabric of your panties, the front completely sheer. it clings to the lips of your cunt, and chan presses a gentle thumb where he knows your clit to be. your legs jolt, and he pecks a slow kiss to your ankle that’s closest to him.

“close ‘em now for me, sweets. yeah, good good. that’s good. ohhh fuck, cutest cunt.”

you do as he says, pressing your thighs together tight and holding your legs to your chest. you know your completely soaked panties outline the meat of your cunt perfectly for chan, and you also know this is how he wants to cum.

he doesn’t bother lifting your panties so they can cover his cock again, no. chan works his tongue in his mouth and spits down onto your already soaked panties. it trails between the smushed together lips of your pussy, and his cock is quick to meet it there. with a grunt, chan fucks roughly against your clothed cunt and presses his hand down onto the head of his dick once more.

“yeah, gonna bust. ya want it? know you do…”

that’s how chan cums, pearly white shooting from his cock and seeping into the already ruined cotton of your little panties. his fingers are a mess with it too, and he quickly directs his soiled fingers to your readily opened mouth for a well-earned treat.

SHIBARI WITH SKZ.

ot8 x gender neutral reader.

content warnings: shibari, sex, intense emotional connection, anal fingering (male receiving)

summary: i love shibari with my entire soul and i feel like we as a society don’t talk about it enough — particularly about how emotional it can be if done right.

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🪢 BANG CHAN.

Chan would like tying you up but would mostly enjoy being tied up himself. I feel like when you first proposed the idea to him, he was nervous but decided to try for you anyway and ended up loving it. He’s a guy that is constantly dealing with stress and anxiety, so it’s almost a healing experience to fully let go of control and letting you do whatever you saw fit. It usually ended with you riding him gently, and he’ll be the type to tear up a little after you both cum because the time you’d just spent together was so deeply emotional.

🪢 LEE KNOW.

He himself doesn’t get tied up, but I feel like he would like tying up his partner using the shibari method. I feel like he would enjoy it quite a lot, especially if it leads to some electrifying, intensely emotional sex once the tying part is done. Like he’ll be thrusting into you deeply yet slowly, massaging all the sensitive spots he knows of while doing so. He wants to hear your moans that sound so preciously different from the way it sounds during regular sex — this one comes from the serenity of your mind, it’s everything you feel pushed into the soft sounds he coaxed out of you. Your face, the sounds, the way your body moved in rhythm with his despite the restraints — he’ll cum and keep going until he’s had several orgasms and he can’t anymore, nothing turns him on like being like this does.

🪢 CHANGBIN.

Tie him up. He’ll tie you up every once in a while, but mostly him, especially if done in front of a mirror. I feel like he’d be the kind of guy to enjoy watching himself being tied up with pink rope, and the way you’d leave a trail of kisses everywhere. He adores having sex with you like that, and he’ll cum if you play with his hole just right. He’s so soft, so buff and strong but he’d look so stunning tied up like that, whimpering your name as he grows more and more needy.

🪢 HYUNJIN.

I feel like this might be a genuine kink that he has, but it might be reserved to the lovers he shares the deepest, most intense connections with. Something about the way he describes himself as an emotional guy, his artistic perspective, his gentleness — everything makes me feel like he’d love this as much as I do. His touch would be so tender, and he’d caress your skin with every knot he made, and once you’re all tied up he just pulls you onto his lap while you’re both naked and he just holds you for a moment there. Like it’s not necessarily a sexual thing for him, just the amount of trust it takes to be in that type of mindset while tied up like that. It’s a form of bonding for him. He also likes being the one tied up by his lover, and he’ll be extra clingy and would need all the praise in the world before, during and after.

🪢 HAN.

He would definitely be the one to be tied up, he’s just the kind of guy who adores being at the complete mercy of his partner. It’s the ultimate sign of trust and intense love for him — he trusts you to care for him when in such a vulnerable state, and therefore that shows how much he also loves you. Constant eye-contact is very much needed, he needs to see your face, your expressions, everything. Kissing is more than encouraged as well, just call him a good boy or a pretty baby and he’ll be melting on the spot.

🪢 FELIX.

Something in my gut tells me that he would be the one to briefly bring it up as a kink he’s heard about before and found interesting, but then once you do research and seriously suggest trying it, he would be nervous. Perhaps it’s the level of intimacy, or the fear of doing it wrong — but he would need some time to think on it. Eventually, he’ll agree and it’ll lead to the most mind-blowing sex either of you have ever experienced. His hands are just so soft and gentle as he ties you up, and then when he finally fucks you, it’s all praises and eye-contact and him just fully catering to your every need for as long as you wish.

🪢 SEUNGMIN.

Doing shibari with him would be a bit more rough, I think. He’ll be domming you, but it’s a mixture of stern and soft. The time spent tying you up would be soft and he’d have his twinkling brown eyes on you the whole time while making you laugh a little with his jokes to soothe you. But once he’s inside of you, it’s like an animal takes over and he’s thrusting in and out of you at such an ínstense speed, you have no other option but to scream his name as you cum several times before he does.

🪢 I.N.

The first time you both experiment with shibari, he’s the one getting tied up. He’s not much for physical affection, but something about it made him grave for kisses and squeezes as often as possible. He needed constant reassurance as you worked, he was evidently nervous since it was new to him. It didn’t lead to sex though, because as soon as you wrapped your hand around his cock, he was feeling a little overstimulated but he didn’t want to be untied; he just wanted you close, to feel your skin on his while his mind floated away. Like with Hyunjin, shibari served as a bonding experience for the two of you.

(🏷️) taglist : @grandpafelixx

© minhosbitterriver 2023 | do not plagiarize , repost , or translate any of my works onto other platforms — it is forbidden with or without credit ! the works of authors are protected under copyright laws and policies , tumblr is my only platform . if you see my work elsewhere , please let me know and report !

🥹 omg thank you so much! i feel like soft smut is so underrated, i just love it so much and i’m obsessed with shibari so i thought it’d be the perfect combo. ANYWAYS thank you for the reblog and support ILU MUAH🤟🤟

SHIBARI WITH SKZ.

ot8 x gender neutral reader.

content warnings: shibari, sex, intense emotional connection, anal fingering (male receiving)

summary: i love shibari with my entire soul and i feel like we as a society don’t talk about it enough — particularly about how emotional it can be if done right.

🪢 BANG CHAN.

Chan would like tying you up but would mostly enjoy being tied up himself. I feel like when you first proposed the idea to him, he was nervous but decided to try for you anyway and ended up loving it. He’s a guy that is constantly dealing with stress and anxiety, so it’s almost a healing experience to fully let go of control and letting you do whatever you saw fit. It usually ended with you riding him gently, and he’ll be the type to tear up a little after you both cum because the time you’d just spent together was so deeply emotional.

🪢 LEE KNOW.

He himself doesn’t get tied up, but I feel like he would like tying up his partner using the shibari method. I feel like he would enjoy it quite a lot, especially if it leads to some electrifying, intensely emotional sex once the tying part is done. Like he’ll be thrusting into you deeply yet slowly, massaging all the sensitive spots he knows of while doing so. He wants to hear your moans that sound so preciously different from the way it sounds during regular sex — this one comes from the serenity of your mind, it’s everything you feel pushed into the soft sounds he coaxed out of you. Your face, the sounds, the way your body moved in rhythm with his despite the restraints — he’ll cum and keep going until he’s had several orgasms and he can’t anymore, nothing turns him on like being like this does.

🪢 CHANGBIN.

Tie him up. He’ll tie you up every once in a while, but mostly him, especially if done in front of a mirror. I feel like he’d be the kind of guy to enjoy watching himself being tied up with pink rope, and the way you’d leave a trail of kisses everywhere. He adores having sex with you like that, and he’ll cum if you play with his hole just right. He’s so soft, so buff and strong but he’d look so stunning tied up like that, whimpering your name as he grows more and more needy.

🪢 HYUNJIN.

I feel like this might be a genuine kink that he has, but it might be reserved to the lovers he shares the deepest, most intense connections with. Something about the way he describes himself as an emotional guy, his artistic perspective, his gentleness — everything makes me feel like he’d love this as much as I do. His touch would be so tender, and he’d caress your skin with every knot he made, and once you’re all tied up he just pulls you onto his lap while you’re both naked and he just holds you for a moment there. Like it’s not necessarily a sexual thing for him, just the amount of trust it takes to be in that type of mindset while tied up like that. It’s a form of bonding for him. He also likes being the one tied up by his lover, and he’ll be extra clingy and would need all the praise in the world before, during and after.

🪢 HAN.

He would definitely be the one to be tied up, he’s just the kind of guy who adores being at the complete mercy of his partner. It’s the ultimate sign of trust and intense love for him — he trusts you to care for him when in such a vulnerable state, and therefore that shows how much he also loves you. Constant eye-contact is very much needed, he needs to see your face, your expressions, everything. Kissing is more than encouraged as well, just call him a good boy or a pretty baby and he’ll be melting on the spot.

🪢 FELIX.

Something in my gut tells me that he would be the one to briefly bring it up as a kink he’s heard about before and found interesting, but then once you do research and seriously suggest trying it, he would be nervous. Perhaps it’s the level of intimacy, or the fear of doing it wrong — but he would need some time to think on it. Eventually, he’ll agree and it’ll lead to the most mind-blowing sex either of you have ever experienced. His hands are just so soft and gentle as he ties you up, and then when he finally fucks you, it’s all praises and eye-contact and him just fully catering to your every need for as long as you wish.

🪢 SEUNGMIN.

Doing shibari with him would be a bit more rough, I think. He’ll be domming you, but it’s a mixture of stern and soft. The time spent tying you up would be soft and he’d have his twinkling brown eyes on you the whole time while making you laugh a little with his jokes to soothe you. But once he’s inside of you, it’s like an animal takes over and he’s thrusting in and out of you at such an ínstense speed, you have no other option but to scream his name as you cum several times before he does.

🪢 I.N.

The first time you both experiment with shibari, he’s the one getting tied up. He’s not much for physical affection, but something about it made him grave for kisses and squeezes as often as possible. He needed constant reassurance as you worked, he was evidently nervous since it was new to him. It didn’t lead to sex though, because as soon as you wrapped your hand around his cock, he was feeling a little overstimulated but he didn’t want to be untied; he just wanted you close, to feel your skin on his while his mind floated away. Like with Hyunjin, shibari served as a bonding experience for the two of you.

(🏷️) taglist : @grandpafelixx

© minhosbitterriver 2023 | do not plagiarize , repost , or translate any of my works onto other platforms — it is forbidden with or without credit ! the works of authors are protected under copyright laws and policies , tumblr is my only platform . if you see my work elsewhere , please let me know and report !

omg??? OMG??? you’re one of my favorite smut writers on here so i’m absolutely SHOOK that you’ve read my work let alone LIKED it??? thank you so much for the support!! and the reblog!! and the feedback!! ILYSM MUAH MUAH 🤟

SHIBARI WITH SKZ.

ot8 x gender neutral reader.

content warnings: shibari, sex, intense emotional connection, anal fingering (male receiving)

summary: i love shibari with my entire soul and i feel like we as a society don’t talk about it enough — particularly about how emotional it can be if done right.

🪢 BANG CHAN.

Chan would like tying you up but would mostly enjoy being tied up himself. I feel like when you first proposed the idea to him, he was nervous but decided to try for you anyway and ended up loving it. He’s a guy that is constantly dealing with stress and anxiety, so it’s almost a healing experience to fully let go of control and letting you do whatever you saw fit. It usually ended with you riding him gently, and he’ll be the type to tear up a little after you both cum because the time you’d just spent together was so deeply emotional.

🪢 LEE KNOW.

He himself doesn’t get tied up, but I feel like he would like tying up his partner using the shibari method. I feel like he would enjoy it quite a lot, especially if it leads to some electrifying, intensely emotional sex once the tying part is done. Like he’ll be thrusting into you deeply yet slowly, massaging all the sensitive spots he knows of while doing so. He wants to hear your moans that sound so preciously different from the way it sounds during regular sex — this one comes from the serenity of your mind, it’s everything you feel pushed into the soft sounds he coaxed out of you. Your face, the sounds, the way your body moved in rhythm with his despite the restraints — he’ll cum and keep going until he’s had several orgasms and he can’t anymore, nothing turns him on like being like this does.

🪢 CHANGBIN.

Tie him up. He’ll tie you up every once in a while, but mostly him, especially if done in front of a mirror. I feel like he’d be the kind of guy to enjoy watching himself being tied up with pink rope, and the way you’d leave a trail of kisses everywhere. He adores having sex with you like that, and he’ll cum if you play with his hole just right. He’s so soft, so buff and strong but he’d look so stunning tied up like that, whimpering your name as he grows more and more needy.

🪢 HYUNJIN.

I feel like this might be a genuine kink that he has, but it might be reserved to the lovers he shares the deepest, most intense connections with. Something about the way he describes himself as an emotional guy, his artistic perspective, his gentleness — everything makes me feel like he’d love this as much as I do. His touch would be so tender, and he’d caress your skin with every knot he made, and once you’re all tied up he just pulls you onto his lap while you’re both naked and he just holds you for a moment there. Like it’s not necessarily a sexual thing for him, just the amount of trust it takes to be in that type of mindset while tied up like that. It’s a form of bonding for him. He also likes being the one tied up by his lover, and he’ll be extra clingy and would need all the praise in the world before, during and after.

🪢 HAN.

He would definitely be the one to be tied up, he’s just the kind of guy who adores being at the complete mercy of his partner. It’s the ultimate sign of trust and intense love for him — he trusts you to care for him when in such a vulnerable state, and therefore that shows how much he also loves you. Constant eye-contact is very much needed, he needs to see your face, your expressions, everything. Kissing is more than encouraged as well, just call him a good boy or a pretty baby and he’ll be melting on the spot.

🪢 FELIX.

Something in my gut tells me that he would be the one to briefly bring it up as a kink he’s heard about before and found interesting, but then once you do research and seriously suggest trying it, he would be nervous. Perhaps it’s the level of intimacy, or the fear of doing it wrong — but he would need some time to think on it. Eventually, he’ll agree and it’ll lead to the most mind-blowing sex either of you have ever experienced. His hands are just so soft and gentle as he ties you up, and then when he finally fucks you, it’s all praises and eye-contact and him just fully catering to your every need for as long as you wish.

🪢 SEUNGMIN.

Doing shibari with him would be a bit more rough, I think. He’ll be domming you, but it’s a mixture of stern and soft. The time spent tying you up would be soft and he’d have his twinkling brown eyes on you the whole time while making you laugh a little with his jokes to soothe you. But once he’s inside of you, it’s like an animal takes over and he’s thrusting in and out of you at such an ínstense speed, you have no other option but to scream his name as you cum several times before he does.

🪢 I.N.

The first time you both experiment with shibari, he’s the one getting tied up. He’s not much for physical affection, but something about it made him grave for kisses and squeezes as often as possible. He needed constant reassurance as you worked, he was evidently nervous since it was new to him. It didn’t lead to sex though, because as soon as you wrapped your hand around his cock, he was feeling a little overstimulated but he didn’t want to be untied; he just wanted you close, to feel your skin on his while his mind floated away. Like with Hyunjin, shibari served as a bonding experience for the two of you.

(🏷️) taglist : @grandpafelixx

© minhosbitterriver 2023 | do not plagiarize , repost , or translate any of my works onto other platforms — it is forbidden with or without credit ! the works of authors are protected under copyright laws and policies , tumblr is my only platform . if you see my work elsewhere , please let me know and report !

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 ; 𝐛𝐜

[afab!reader. reader has trouble falling asleep so chan helps her. established relationship. flirting. unprotected sex (don’t!!). begging. kinda sub!chan but also kinda switch chan at the end? creampie. daddy kink if you squint but not really. mention of multiple rounds. 18+ only. minors dni.]

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i’ve been having trouble falling asleep lately so yeah i came up with this.

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“Can’t sleep?”

Chris’ voice makes you jump, and some of the tea accidentally spills onto the countertop as you pour it inside your mug. It’s past three a.m. and you can’t sleep. It’s been happening a lot more frequently lately, it’s made perfectly obvious by the dark circles under your eyes.

Chris comes closer to you. He wraps one of his arms around your waist and presses a kiss on your temple. “You making tea?”

“Chamomile,” you snort, “with melatonin. It’s supposed to help me relax and fall asleep faster.”

“And does it usually work?”

You shrug. “I’ve been making myself chamomile for the past week but it hasn’t really helped a lot.”

Chris frowns. “How long has it been since you slept properly?”

You look concerned. “Properly?” Chris nods. “Dunno. Maybe a month?”

“A month?” Chris’ jaw nearly drops out of shock. “Baby… I can’t believe you’ve gone a month without sleeping.”

“Like you haven’t done exactly the same before,” you smile at him, bringing the warm mug to your lips and taking a sip of your drink. “Besides, I’m fine. It’s not like I don’t sleep at all— I just sleep a couple of hours at night, but sometimes I take a quick nap or two during the day.”

“A quick nap or two?” Chris groans. “Baby, it’s not healthy. You need to sleep at night, your body needs it.”

You pout. “I know, I know. But it’s not my fault!” You protest, finishing your chamomile. “I try to sleep. I just can’t.”

Chris waits for you to place the empty mug in the sink before he comes to put his hands on your hips, pressing his chest on yours. He kisses your cheek.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He whispers into your ear — goosebumps all over your skin. “You know I know the magic trick to make you fall asleep in record time.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him, pretending you’re not actually intrigued by what he’s implying.

“I know. But I didn’t want to wake you up for that,” you put your hands on his chest, drawing imaginary shapes over his black tank top. He usually sleeps shirtless but he must’ve put it on before coming downstairs looking for you.

“You think I’d deny a good ol’ night of lovemaking to my girlfriend?” Chris huffs. “Pf. You must be crazy. Completely out of your mind, my love.”

“Lovemaking?” You quirk an eyebrow at him. “Who even uses that word anymore? Only a simp like you,” you boop his nose.

“Hey, now, don’t make fun of me,” Chris says, licking his lips. He nuzzles your cheek. “I’m just madly in love with you.”

A kiss on your jaw. One more on your neck, and you’re putty in his hands, feeling your knees give in under his touch.

“So… what d’you say?” His hands grip your hips tighter. “Will you let me help you?”

“Help me… how?”

You want to tease him just a bit more — but he knows you. He knows you like the back of his hand, he knows you want him just as much as he wants you.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard you’re gonna sleep until tomorrow’s afternoon.”

“Think you can keep your promise, big boy?” You draw a heart on Chris’ chest with the tip of your finger.

“Don’t underestimate me, babygirl.”

He lifts you up effortlessly, and you take the opportunity to squeeze his flexed muscles, feeling them tense under your touch even more. You bite your lip as a reflex, seeing the effects of the weeks he spent in the gym does something to you. Chris carries you to the bedroom, then lays you gently on the bed. He tries to dive in between your legs with his tongue and mouth, but you stop him, and he looks at you with curious eyes.

You whisper that you crave to feel him inside instead and he’s on top of you in record time, body pressed on yours and everything that comes with it — his arms around your waist, his lips on your neck, legs entangled. Everything is as it should be. Chris’ top comes off, and then your top comes off, and then you’re both naked, Chris’ expert fingers all over your body, his hard-on sliding up and down your folds.

“I want you so bad—” Chris gasps, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your collarbone. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”

You cup one of his asscheeks in your hand, squeezing the soft flesh. “I can tell,” you giggle, kissing his neck, “you’re so hard for me, baby. So big and hard.”

It’s dark, and you can’t see Chris’ face — however, you’re one hundred percent sure he’s blushing and as red as a pepper in the face because his skin is burning hot when you kiss him on the cheek. He’s super cute, getting flustered even when his bare cock is completely wet with your essence.

“You ready f’me?” Chris mumbles in between kisses, as if he couldn’t feel how wet you are for him and only him.

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp when he presses inside you, taking your breath away, a small ah sound leaving your lips.

“So tight…” Chris whispers more to himself, bottoming out inside of you until his balls are pressed on your ass. “All for me. My baby, all nice and wet for me.”

You wrap your arms around him, circling him entirely, scratching his back with your fingernails — not hard enough to leave marks, but hard enough to make him moan and grunt and whimper like crazy. He rocks his hips to meet yours, cock swelling up and twitching inside of you with each thrust.

Chris bites down your neck as his hand slides between your bodies and between your thighs to rub you there. He feels your walls clenching around him, trapping him inside you as your body shakes and trembles with the force of your orgasm. You pull him closer, sink your teeth into his skin, wrap your legs around his waist as you come.

“Yeah. That’s right— come for me,” he encourages you. “S-Show me how good I’m makin’ you feel,” he grunts, close himself. “O-Oh, fuck, look at that— you look so hot when you cum, baby.”

His thrusts speed up, and you feel overstimulated in the best way as he keeps hitting a precise spot inside of you. And then, he’s begging to come, and you decide to have your fun with him.

“I’m close. I’m close, babygirl,” he gasps, “I’m gonna fill you up so good, I promise.”

“Good boys ask for permission to cum,” you tell him and Chris’ eyes widen as he looks up at you in shock because he truly is so close to reaching his high.

“B-Babygirl…” he tries to slow down his movements inside of you. “What?”

You run your fingers through his hair — Chris whimpers weakly when you tug at it.

“Tell me,” you whisper in his ear. You allow your other hand to travel all over his body, scratching the sensitive skin a bit harder as he practically melts right there on top of you. “Tell me how much you love my pussy. How much you want to cum inside me.”

If you thought Chris’ face was hot before — now it was incandescent.

“So much,” he gasps, closing his eyes as you squeeze him tighter inside of you. “M-My favourite pussy in the world. The- the only one f’me,” he whines pathetically.

You forcefully grab and squeeze the flesh of his ass, knowing it drives him crazy.

“Wan’… wan’ to come inside of you,” Chris grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs at it as his whole body shakes — he feels slightly embarrassed by the filthy words escaping his mouth, but he’s also so so turned on by it.

“Yeah?” You nuzzle his hair, and kiss his forehead. “How badly?”

“So bad,” he doesn’t hesitate to answer you. “Need to— need to make you mine. Need to fill you up.”

“Beg for me, baby,” you gasp, on the verge of another orgasm already. “Beg to cum in this pussy.”

“Please,” Chris moans loudly — your neighbours are going to hate you. “Baby, please— please let me cum inside you. Don’t you want to feel it?”

And suddenly you’re about to cum for the second time and you want to do it together with Chris.

“Come. Do it inside, Chris, please,” you gasp out loud, feeling the familiar warmth in your belly, toes curling and walls clenching and unclenching around him. “Please, Chris— daddy!”

He buries himself deep inside of you as he fills you up quietly, muffling his sounds into your skin as he bites down your collarbone.

You take your time coming down from your orgasms. You stay there, wrapped in each others’ arms, until your limbs go numb and you feel Chris soften inside of you, causing his warm cum to ooze out of you, ending up on the sheets. He rolls off you, still breathing heavily, and lies down onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling.

“So,” he clears his throat. “Uhm. Daddy, uh? Haha,” he tries not to come off embarrassed but fails miserably.

You cover your face with both of your hands, hiding in his chest, embarrassed yourself. You weren’t expecting to blurt out that word out of the blue. It was just a fantasy of yours, but you never thought you’d actually call Chris that.

“Shut up,” you whine. “I’m so embarrassed.”

Chris hugs you. “Aw, why?”

“‘Cause it just slipped out. Dunno how. I’m sorry.”

Chris kisses you — on the forehead, on the cheek, on the lips, everywhere.

“You’re so cute,” he giggles. “I didn’t mind it, just so you know. But you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

After a while, he asks, “did it work? D’you feel sleepy?”

He peppers your shoulder with kisses and you know where this is going, but you don’t mind it in the slightest.

“Hmm, I think I could go another round,” you smirk at him.

“Oh?” Chris bites down his lip. “Well, ain’t you greedy? Asking for round two at…” he leans in to read the time on the digital clock on his nightstand, “four-thirty in the morning?”

“I’m always greedy when it comes to you.”

Chris wraps his arm around your waist and flips you over so you’re straddling him, legs on each side of his hips. He doesn’t mind that his own cum is leaking all over him.

“I wan’ you on top this time,” he grunts, hands coming to palm and cup your ass. “Wan’ see those cute tits while you ride me. And if you’re still not tired after this, I’ll want you on all fours.”

“Well, ain’t you greedy?” You mock him, challenging him.

He lands a light slap on your ass. You let out a squeak. “Brat. I think daddy should teach you a lesson or two,” he whispers into your ear.

“Chris!” You gasp, shocked.

Needless to say, Chris fucks you breathtakingly good. Needless to say, you do end up on all fours, begging for a third round. And needless to say, both you and Chris don’t wake up until late in the afternoon.

Turns out he really knows the magic trick to help you fall asleep.

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Christoper, Chan, baby if you see this just look away because I gotta fangirl over you're pics and what I'm about to say might make your face turn red for weeks.

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*screams* my loins are on fire right now, this man can hold me against the wall and just slide into me and just pound into me like a damn ketchup bottle and I'll be sobbing in his hair.

I wanna use Chan's abs as a washboard for my clothes

Think he'll let me?

⛓️ Please, I’m begging. Just let me touch you… ⛓️

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Chan brought home his heart handcuffs as a memento, and now they’re finally being used appropriately.

✎ CW: Established relationship, blindfolding, bondage, handcuffs, hand job, blow job, riding, nipple play, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP), degradation, praise, dirty talk, big ol’ daddy kink (as usual)

✎ Word count: 2,954

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You cross and uncross your legs, trying to find the perfect position to surprise your boyfriend in.

He’s headed back home after a long day of recording, and you’re ready to welcome him with freshly shaved legs, a perfectly trimmed landing strip, and an incredibly short skirt. But you have something else up your sleeve, too. Or in your hand, more like.

Chan’s black heart handcuffs came home with him one day, but they’ve been sitting in a drawer ever since. Putting them to use is long overdue, so they — plus one of his ties — currently sit in your lap, just biding time.

You put your right knee over left, angling your body diagonally in the chair so you can lean back a little and give him a nice view of the underside of your thigh and the teensiest peek at your lace panties. The tie sits over your knee, enough to make it prominent, but not hide too much leg. Yeah, perfect. And it really is, because you hear the door unlock almost immediately.

“Hey, babe, I’m home!” Chan calls out, so focused on placing his things down that he hasn’t noticed you yet.

“Hey…” you purr, the word coming out low and slow.

He turns his head toward you, and his eyes travel from bottom to top, taking their sweet time enjoying the little show you’re putting on.

“Oh? What’s this now?” he asks, striding toward you.

Twirling the handcuffs around your finger, you slowly look up at him with just your eyes, keeping your head still.

“Figured we’d try something new today,” you answer.

He finally reaches the chair and looms above you. He’s close enough to touch, but he doesn’t deserve that yet.

“So, are these for you? Want daddy to tie you up, Princess?”

He places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up toward his. He’s smirking down at you with those intense brown eyes, and you can’t wait to turn the tables.

“Actually, no,” you say, standing up slowly. Your bodies are an inch away, maybe less. One slight movement, and you’ll be chest to chest, hip to hip. “They’re for you.”

His dark expression is a mix of confusion and intrigue. He raises an eyebrow at you but maintains that sexy smirk and waits for you to speak again.

“I’m gonna have my way with you tonight, daddy.”

The palms of your hands press into his solid chest, slowly traveling upward to close your fingers around his neck. His head falls back just enough to give you more room to play without breaking eye contact.

“Exactly what do you plan to do to me?” he asks.

Your weight shifts to the balls of your feet to give you a few extra inches. You wet your lips and place them on the outside of Chan’s ear before speaking softly.

“Whatever I want.”

You take him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom, stopping once you’re in the doorway. A quick kiss on his plump lips then you’re wrapping the tie around his head and knotting it at the back. A few slight adjustments ensure his field of vision is entirely darkened.

“Hands together,” you command.

He does as he’s told and brings his arms forward. His thick biceps stretch the cotton shirt he’s wearing, and it’s clear he’s flexing to impress.

The handcuffs slide open and then click closed around both wrists. He’s at your mercy now.

You lead him to the bed, mapping out a clear path so he won’t trip. He follows willingly without making a peep.

You touch his chest to signal him to stop. You undo his belt buckle, then the button and zipper on his pants. The denim needs some help over his muscular ass, then falls in a pile at his feet.

You crouch down to help him remove his shoes and step out of his pant legs. You settle on your knees and direct him onto the bed with hands on his hips. But now he’s just sitting there, smiling like a goof.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“Nothing. I’m just excited, that’s all,” he says, unable to contain his giggles.

Your brow furrows. He’s not taking you seriously. You’ll show him.

His cock is stiff in his boxer briefs, but you know he can get harder. You rise to your feet and turn so you can lower your ass into his lap. Hands on knees for support, you make light contact on his thighs and move your hips back and forth slowly.

“Ohhhh…” he moans, handcuffed wrists rising to his chest to give you more room to work.

You lower your hips further, making sure you tease his cock with each movement. He’s starting to twitch against your ass, and pre-cum is soaking through his underwear. You glance back at his face to see him alternating between pursing his lips and forming a tiny o with his mouth.

“Not so funny now, is it?” you ask, settling into a circular rhythm over his throbbing dick.

“Naur, it’s… I…” he mumbles between soft moans.

He reaches for your shoulders to force you down permanently, but the handcuffs only give him enough leeway to grasp where your neck meets your torso. His pull is strong and you have to brace yourself on his thighs to maintain control.

“Not yet, baby,” you scold, pushing up and out of his grip to stand again.

Chan whines and reaches out for you, but it’s no use.

“Please…” he whimpers, the corners of his beautiful lips turning down into a frown.

“Please what?” you purr.

“Oh god, come on, don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?”

“You know what. You’re just teasing me.”

“Hmmmm... Maybe just a little.”

“Maybe just a lot.”

You suppress a giggle and take a few seconds to compose yourself before speaking again. You love watching him squirm.

“Move back to the headboard for me.”

Again, he does as he’s told with no objection, though he does fumble a bit to figure out exactly where he is in the dark. Once he’s settled, you crawl toward him and spread his legs so you can sit between them.

“Want me to touch you again, daddy?”

“Please.”

“Hands or mouth?”

“Mouth, oh god, mouth,” he growls.

His cock reaches for you again, begging for the wet warmth behind your lips. You pull his boxers down below his balls and lean in, exhaling long, strong breaths on him.

“One quick thing first,” you say, pulling away — to his surprise and dismay.

The handcuff key is on the nightstand, waiting for your next move. You make quick work of undoing one of his hands, just to loop the chain through the slotted headboard before trapping his wrist once again.

The sight of him — arms above his head, eyes covered, mouth agape, chest rising and falling rapidly, cock twitching against his toned stomach — has you clenching your cunt. And all of this is yours.

His hips buck upward, begging for contact. You’ve probably teased him enough, for now.

Lips parted, your head lowers once again to his dick, taking its head into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around him before running along his slit. You conjure a ball of spit from your throat and let it fall from your lips. It slides down his long shaft, coating him in you.

You take him in once again, deeper this time. Lips close tight around his veiny length and you bob your head up and down, up and down — caressing his cock’s underside with your tongue.

His breaths are rapid, shallow. He won’t last much longer if you keep this up. And that just won’t do.

Your mouth’s embrace is quickly replaced by the light grip of a cold hand, and he groans again. You stroke him teasingly, slowly, keeping a watchful eye on his disappointed expression.

“Someone’s ungrateful,” you chide.

“No, I’m not,” he pants. “That was just… so good. I was so close.”

“If I finish you off now, what am I gonna do? Who’s going to take care of my tight, aching cunt?”

“I’ll get hard again for you, I promise. Please, please, please... I’ll do anything for you… your mouth.”

“You promise? I’ll be so disappointed if I can’t ride daddy’s thick cock…”

“I promise you will, please. Oh god, y/n… pleasepleaseplease…”

He’s a writhing mess — pulling against the wood of the headboard with the cuffs and thrusting in and out of your hand still wrapped around his dick. It’s pitiful, really, how quickly he crumbles under your control.

You drop a few more globs of spit down to lubricate his cock, and focus your fingers on its head. Your thumb presses down on his slit and his body shivers.

“M-more…” he exhales.

All five fingers surround and play with his sensitive cockhead, and Chan’s head falls back against the headboard.

“Your mouth, please…”

You can’t resist anymore, he looks so beautiful begging for you like this.

You keep working your fingers, lowering your head slowly so he can’t feel and predict your movements. Your wet lips gently kiss his tip before taking him into your mouth again, and he yelps.

He thrusts up at the same time you push down, and his cock hits the back of your throat with force. You consider taking a quick break after the impact, but the cry that escapes his lips is so delicious you can’t help but continue.

One hand working the base, another toying with his balls, and your mouth taking him in as far as you can over and over has his thigh muscles tensing within seconds.

“Baby, I’m…”

Almost immediately, he’s shooting his load down your throat, and you swallow every drop. It drives him wild when you suck him dry, and you have every intention of doing that multiple times this evening.

A few disjointed thrusts later and he’s finished, mouth hanging open and limbs hanging limp while he rides out the rest of his high. You let him slip out of your mouth, and push yourself up to sit on your heels. He deserves a few seconds of peace before you rev him up for round 2.

You lift your shirt over your head, unhook your bra and toss them in a corner. Your skirt and underwear are next, sliding down your legs and taking flight before landing softly in the same vicinity. You want to give him more time, but your pussy is throbbing and you need his lips on you.

You crawl into his lap, sitting back on his thighs. Your fingers trace the outline of his abs through his shirt and your lips press against the soft, glistening skin on his neck.

“Hey, baby,” you hum. “Can you do something for me?”

“Yeah, yes,” Chan replies. “Anything.”

“Open your mouth, daddy.”

The good boy follows your instruction, parting his thick lips and readying his tongue. Your weight shifts to your knees, pushing upward to angle a breast into his mouth.

He closes his lips around your nipple immediately, sucking and licking the hard nub. He swirls his tongue around you and hums. The vibration makes you tingle, and you lower yourself down onto his thigh to get some friction.

“God, you’re wet,” he mumbles around your tit.

And he’s right. You’re practically dripping onto his thigh at this point.

“Wanna taste me?” you purr.

He groans around your skin, and his dick twitches against your leg. You’re guessing that’s a yes, then.

Your fingers travel down to your pussy, collecting as much of your juices as you can.

“Open,” you command.

He releases his hold on your nipple and drops his jaw again. Your fingers enter his mouth, slipping past his lips and teeth to press the liquid onto his tongue. Chan licks and sucks each finger one by one, not letting a single bit go to waste.

Your hips move back and forth against his thigh now, so incredibly turned on by your boyfriend that you can’t go much longer without him inside you. You grip his half-hard cock in an attempt to coax it back to full mast with some well-timed strokes.

“God, I want to fuck you,” he growls.

“With this tiny thing?” you tease. “I need you big and thick and hard for me first.”

You mean to kiss him quickly, but he feels your breath coming nearer and his lips crash into yours. It’s a sloppy battle of tongues and lips and teeth that neither of you seems to win. But his dick keeps twitching into your hand, so you’re down to keep fighting.

You pull away just long enough to catch your breath and speak.

“Come on, baby, I need you,” you whine. “I need your big cock inside me. Please.”

Lips meet lips before he can reply. Your mouths taste like green tea and pure sex, and all he can do is thrust into your hand and pull at the headboard for the thousandth time at this point.

“This pussy is all yours, daddy. Stretch me, fuck me, take me.”

“Jesus christ…” Chan groans, and you feel his tip once again dampening with pre-cum. Finally.

You reposition your hips directly over his and angle him toward your slit. You rub his head up and down until it catches and he enters you ever so slightly. You could easily take him all the way in right now, but you lower down inch by inch to let his sensitive cock adjust to the sensation.

Folds touch the prickly skin at the base of his dick, and you can’t hold back anymore. You reach behind you to grip his thighs and fuck yourself on his cock.

Throaty moans from both of you fill the room as your body raises and lowers and rolls and circles above him, doing whatever feels right at the moment. And, god, does it feel great.

“Babe…” Chan whines.

You’re breathing so heavily that the best you can manage in response is a grunt.

“I-i need to touch you,” he breathes, pulling at the headboard again.

“No, Channie… let’s just…” you say between deep breaths.

“Baby, please, I’m begging. Just let me touch you. I can’t see you. I need to touch you.”

He makes a good point. But you’re so close.

“I’m gonna… finish… first,” you pant and reattach your mouths.

He captures your lower lip between his teeth, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. You come on his cock with a vibrating intensity, walls closing in around him. You can only pray he doesn’t finish, too.

You lean against his chest once you’re done, trying to catch your breath.

“Please, baby. My hands,” Chan pleads.

Oh yeah, hands. You grab the key off the nightstand and aim for the hole at the base of the handcuffs. The lock clicks above his head, and you free his hands at the same time you speak.

“Fuck. Me. Dumb.”

“Gladly.”

His strong hands grasp your hips, lifting you up and flipping you over with ease. He positions you on all fours and locates your pussy with his fingers before he pounds his cock into you, splitting your walls around his length.

One hand roughly grabs a tit and the other reaches under your arm to grab your throat, tilting your head back. He squeezes just enough to make your head spin as he relentlessly stuffs your cunt.

His T-shirt dulls the wet sound of skin slapping skin, but it’s still loud enough that you’re sure the neighbors can hear.

“Fuck this!” he yells, and his hands leave to remove the tie from his eyes and rip his shirt off. “Daddy needs to watch you fall apart this time.”

His grip on your neck returns — tighter this time — and he pulls himself down to rest his chest on your back and plant wet, sloppy kisses along across your shoulder blade.

“Come for me. Come on daddy’s cock.”

The hand not on your neck goes to your engorged clit, and the slightest brush of his finger has you quivering in his arms. He pushes into it, making small circles with his fingertip.

“Fucking christ, Channie,” you moan.

“Yeah, baby? Tell me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel. Tell me how it feels when daddy fucks your tight cunt.”

“It’s… so good. So fucking good. Please don’t stop. Don’t… ah-”

His pace quickens and he squeezes your throat harder still, mercilessly rubbing your over-sensitive clit and putting those thick, wet lips up to your ear.

“Come for me. Now.”

Your second orgasm hits so much harder than the first, and you feel your body about to collapse on the bed the second you start screaming in ecstasy. But his big hands hold you by your stomach and chest, keeping you upright as you cry out and shake.

He pulls your torso up so you’re both upright, and pulls you into his chest. His strong arms hold you close, and he hums and kisses your neck while you come back down.

“That’s my girl,” he coos. “You did such a good job.”

One more kiss before he slides out of you and repositions your bodies so you rest on his chest. Your head is just under his, and he’s removing sweat-soaked strands of hair from your glistening face.

“My beautiful baby, you were amazing. You’re so amazing,” Chan says between quick kisses on the top of your head.

“Mmm, you too,” you mumble, more than half asleep. “But… you didn’t...”

“Naur, it’s ok. That was for you, sweetheart.”

He drapes his arms over you, keeping you safe and warm in his loving embrace, with no plans to let go any time soon.

kitchen beat

✮ bangchan x afab!reader ✮ kitchen sex, dry humping, (implied?) free use, creampie, unprotected sex, use of "good girl" once. ✮ not proof read

dressed in comfortable clothes after a long day, just a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. standing at the sink washing the dishes that have piled up. chan comes up behind you, wrapping you in a sweet back hug, perfectly positioned behind you so that your ass is pressed up against his cock.

“hi baby…” you whisper, biting your lip, pushing your ass back and you learn forward adding more pressure onto his cock.

he groans, wanting to maintain a normal conversation but finding it impossible as he slowly grinds against your ass.

“chan please do something!” you whine, unable to take it any longer, needing more than he was giving.

“alright,” chuckling a little, chan runs his hands up your back, sliding under your shirt, feeling your warm skin. 

still clothed, chan is moving his hips as if he were fucking you, hips meeting your plush, clothed ass, grazing your dripping cunt.

chan leans forward against your back, moving a hand under your shirt to grab your tits, teasing the nipples.

still snapping his hips forward, chan looks down and groans.

“fuuuuck, baby,” looking down he can see a wet patch forming on the crotch of his pants from your pussy.

“you like it that much? you’re that wet? i haven't even taken my cock out, baby. you want me to fuck you? fuck this pussy good for you, baby?”

“mmm” you nod your head mindlessly, looking at him over your shoulder, biting your lip.

chan maneuvers his pants down far enough to free his cock and pulls down your shorts to below your ass, pushing your panties to the side to reveal your soaking wet pussy. 

“oh god… fu-fuck!” slowly chan inches his cock into your tight and warm pussy, “you feel so good, baby. taking this cock so well, mmm.” chan fucking you with so much force your hips dig into the counter, gently rubbing your ass and hips to sooth you.

“c-chan, mmmhmp… so big… so deep,” again looking at him over your shoulder, eyes becoming glassy with need and the desire to cum.

“you’re clenching so hard, baby. can hardly move. this pussy loves my cock, huh? doesn’t want to let me go. want me to keep you nice and stuffed with my cock forever?”

whining desperately and begging, “please, please cum in my pussy. fill me up so good, baby, i need your cum so bad!” 

chan pumps his cock with your cunt, groaning your name as he pushes in as deep as he can and floods your cunt with his cum. he picks up fucking you again, rubbing your clit.

“that’s it baby, tighten that pussy up, cum on my cock, baby. do it.” 

your legs shake as you cream all over his cock and he holds you up.

chan slowly pulls out making you both hiss, only to replace his cock with his fingers, making you squeal as he fucks his fingers into your hole a couple times, coating them in the mixture of both his and your cum.

he raises his fingers to your mouth and leaving no room for discussion he demands, “suck.”

immediately you take his fingers into your mouth sucking them clean, tonguing between his fingers, coating them in your spit like a good girl.

I Really F**king Like You | bc

↳ Tinder matched and subsequently ghosted by the hot guy that lives across from you, you’re mostly resigned to singleton life, dejected and somewhat fed up. That is, until a screwed up delivery turns things around, in the most unexpected of ways.

↳ Bang Chan x female reader

↳ 10.7k

↳ Strangers to lovers, DILF/single dad Chan, neighbours au, online dating au, romance, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut

! Explicit content, adult themes, suitable for 18+ readers only !

「© August 2022, reposted May 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

Flat 2.

As in, the accommodation between flats one and three.

As in, the residence opposite yours.

As in, the living space occupied by him.

You’d had a good day, up until this point. Work had been relatively peaceful, save for that one particularly stubborn customer that simply couldn’t grasp the concept of needing proof of purchase for a refund.

You suppose that in this moment, you know how that customer had felt. Looking down at the neatly strung brown paper parcel in your hands, you’re confused, concerned, and more than a little annoyed.

The label on the box reads, stark and clear, ‘Copper Court, Flat 2’. Yet here you are, having retrieved it from your pigeon hole; and your pigeon hole most certainly isn’t labelled ‘Flat 2’.

Your first thought is to shove the parcel in his pigeon hole, and you would, were it not already stuffed full to the brim with letters and magazines, spam leaflets from the local takeaway offering twenty percent off pizzas on a Tuesday.

A good neighbour would just take it up to Flat 2. A good neighbour would empty the pigeon hole of its current postal nightmare and take that up too, hand delivering it with a smile.

But here’s the thing.

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GREED. ( b. chan )

pairing. ceo!bang chan x fem!reader contains. 18+ mature content , exhibitionism , dirty talk , breeding kink wc. 0.4k author’s note. 7 deadly sins masterlist here !

you're boyfriend is greedy , he has everything , but he just wants more. the two things he loves most in the world is money , and spending time with you — and if he has the chance to have more money and spend more time with you , trust and believe he's gonna take it.

"that's it baby , ride my cock." chan threw his head against his chair , groaning as you bounced up and down , your tits bouncing in his face , your poor cunt leaking of his cum from his past orgasms.

"fuck you're so perfect." he brought his mouth to your nipples sucking on them. "just want to eat you up." orgasm after orgasm , but he didn't stop , even when one of his associates came bursting through his office door.

"you fucking bastard , you sold me out." he was livid , his face was red , completely ignoring your presence , or the fact that you were naked , chan was annoyed , he ruined his orgasm. "ah so you heard."

he kept thrusting into your hole. "ch-chan." you moaned , but he just shushed you. "i was wondering when they'd break the news to you." he returned back to his conversation.

"we've been in this business together for how many years and you sold me out for money." chan pinched your nipples , you mewled , your head in his neck , sucking on the skin , small little hickies forming.

"almost 100 million dollars." chan said. "that's how much it cost , you mean to tell me you wouldn't do the same , be foreal." he hissed , your cunt squeezing around his cock , his orgasm creeping up on him.

"not to someone i considered a friend , how could you?" chan wanted this conversation to be over with , so he could get back to fucking you. "maybe that's why you're not getting further a head , sometimes you gotta step on a few toes." he said. "now , if you'll excuse me , i'm quite busy ,get the hell out of my office."

the guy stormed out of the office , he turned his attention back to you , who was about to cum for the 6th time. "im gonna cum?" you whined. "yeah , gonna cum for daddy?" you nodded.

"pl-please." you looked so cute begging to cum. "go a head princess cum for me." you squeezed tightly around his cock , cumming. he thrusted up into you , his cum filling your insides , but he didn't stop , he kept thrusting. "n-no more, i can't." you sobbed.

he kissed your wet cheeks. "you can do it princess , one more time , i know you can." he was greedy , he knew this , he couldn't help it , whether it was money , or filling up your sweet cunt — he always had to have more. "

just one more load , princess , just let me fill you up one more time."

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𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ; 𝐛𝐜, 𝐬𝐜𝐛

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 18+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢.

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ;

𝐜𝐰: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 ; 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 ; 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 ( 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 ) ; 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) ; 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 ; 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ( 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭! ) ; 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞(𝐬) ;

𝐰𝐜: 8,7𝐤

-`♡´-

You don’t know what’s wrong with you. 

You’ve been staring at your friends from head to toe since the three of you stepped inside the club. To be fair, you think it all started back at the dorm - damn Bang Chan and his slutty outfit. Who does he think he is? Wearing a silky black shirt, the sleeves rolled up his forearms and the first three buttons undone. Three. Slutty. Not to mention Changbin, who’d decided to wear the tightest shirt in the world, apparently. White, not black like Chan’s, and definitely not as expensive, but slutty nonetheless - hugging his muscles perfectly. 

You’re just a girl with pms and they’re hot. You’re not to blame, your hormones are. 

After the first tequila shot, you were fine. 

With the second shot, Chan’s lips started to look unusually tempting. What would it feel like to kiss him? To run your tongue all over his lips as you make out shamelessly, maybe you’d tug at his hair, too? 

After the third shot, you wanted to bite Changbin’s biceps. Is this normal?

Maybe, just maybe, Felix was right and you've had too much to drink, because now you’re at your fifth or sixth shot and you're starting to have these… weird thoughts about them. Thoughts that start with what would it feel like, to be touched by both of them at the same time? Filthy, dirty thoughts, thoughts you've never had about them. Okay, maybe you’re lying, because you definitely thought of them that way - but you never thought of acting on those thoughts. But everything's different now that Chan's chest is pressed against your back and you can feel his crotch right on your ass. Everything's different now that Changbin has one hand on your hip and the other cupping your cheek as he keeps staring at your chest, licking his lips afterwards. 

You're sure they'd make you feel so good, if they ever were to fuck you. 

You don't know if it's the alcohol or not, but you're starting to feel needy - in that way. That's why you push your hips back to meet Chan's crotch properly, gasping when you find him already hard. You’re not really surprised though, and you find it kind of flattering that a man so fine like Bang Chan is turned on by you. He’s, like, perfection on legs,and you do feel proud of yourself right now. 

Little do you know - Changbin, too, is hard. 

Chan grunts, a natural and instinctive response to the feeling of your ass rubbing on his crotch, and grabs your waist, grinding back on you. Changbin, at the same time, is not being subtle at all about how turned on he is, shamelessly licking and biting his lips as he stares at your boobs. When his hips crash on yours, you find out he’s rock hard too. You think Changbin’s not gonna hear the guttural sound that escapes your throat at the feeling of both their cocks grinding on you, but he does, despite the loud music. He does and he’s quick to attach his mouth to your neck when you kick your head back, resting it on Chan’s shoulder. A bold move, yes, but it has the three of you grunting and yearning for more. 

You want them to do unspeakable things to you. 

“I wanna fuck,” you blurt out, looking at Changbin, then at Chan, “want the three of us to fuck.”

They almost choke on air, then exchange looks - eyes wide, and almost no blood left in their brains. Despite their painfully hard cocks sitting uncomfortably inside their underwear, however, they both shake their heads at the same time as a no. You pout - an instant reflex of your subconscious, you suppose. You really want them so bad. 

“Nope, not gonna happen, babygirl,” Chan speaks, “you’re wasted.” Your gaze shifts to Changbin, but him, too, his nodding his head, agreeing with his friend.

“But-“ you try to argue, but it’s pointless, they’re both firm on their decision. 

“If you’re really sure you want this,” Changbin cups your cheek and forces you to turn your head and look at him, “you’ll ask us when you’re sober.”

It sounds like a promise - a promise that maybe they’ll say yes. 

They decide to call it a night after you try to roll your hips and grind on Chan’s crotch once more. He blocks your movements by putting his hands on your waist. 

“I think it’s time to go home now,” Changbin announces and Chan nods, adding nothing else, despite your protests and you nearly throwing a tantrum. 

-`♡´-

You’re sure they’re not at the dorm. Hyunjin and Jisung, you mean, because the place is oddly quiet and, well, they’re not. 

“Time to have a shower and go to bed, tiger,” Changbin chuckles, unlacing his black shoes, the one he wears only when he has somewhere important to go. Those shoes cost a fortune, he told you once.

Changbin has been sleeping on the couch lately. It all started a week ago, after the incident with the pipes at your place - you’ve been staying at their dorm ever since. Not that you’re complaining, really, it’s fun, they’re cool. Changbin offered you his room like a true gentlemen, but you felt guilty that he had to sleep on the couch in his own home, although he told you he was completely fine with it. Changbin is always so selfless, he’s a true sweetheart. 

“And remember: tequila is not your friend,” he chuckles, clearly thinking that what you’d told them back at the club was under the influence of the alcohol. It was, but it was also not, you don’t know how to put it. 

“I-“ you’re about to say that you truly meant what you said, but it wouldn’t really change anything. Plus, not the atmosphere is kind of lost, it’d be pointless. “Fine, shower and then off to bed, got it.” 

They let you shower first. Then Chan, and ultimately, Changbin. You do have to admit that after freshening up,  you do feel a lot better - you feel like a completely new person. For starters, it’s as if your headache had magically disappeared, and then, the feeling of your whole body being clean and smelling real nice it’s your favorite in the world. You don’t even think you’re drunk anymore. But the thoughts are still there. Filthy thoughts involving both Changbin and Chan. It doesn’t help that the latter exits the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and your gaze inevitably falls on his v-line. 

You shouldn’t be looking, but you are.

“I, uh… forgot the clothes in my room, heh,” he chuckles, visibly embarrassed that you saw him like this, the tips of his ears are red and so is his face, “be right back.”

“Oh, alright,” you try to play it cool when deep inside - you want nothing more than to wrap your fingers around the knot and then oops, let the towel fall on the floor and reveal his manhood. Then you’d kneel on the floor and take him in your mouth, and he’d grab a fistful of your hair and pull you even closer until you’re gagging on his cock. And then Changbin would finally, finally finish showering and he’d exit the bathroom and he’d join you and Chan and and and…

None of this happens, because Chan practically runs to his room to put some clothes on, unfortunately. You take it as an opportunity to stare at his ass and naked back. You feel like a perv. 

Changbin returns to the living room fully clothed, hair wavy and still a bit damp even though he did his best to dry it using a towel. He smiles at you when he sees you sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, already in your nightwear. He plops on the couch next to you, and before he could open his mouth and say something, Chan is already back, wearing clothes this time. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks you. 

“Good, great. You were right, that shower did miracles. I’m feeling much better now,” you smile at him. 

“Yeah, helps you falling asleep quicker, too,” Changbin points out. “I mean, at least it helps me falling asleep quicker,” he chuckles. 

“You already fall asleep pretty quick, though,” you comment, giggling because unlike Chan, Changbin has no problem in falling asleep.

“Alright, I’ll… I guess I’m gonna go to bed,” Chan says. 

“Wait!” You exclaim, and he stops in his tracks, tilting his head as he looks at you, waiting for you to speak. “I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but… can we… can we sleep together?” They’re about to open their mouths and protest, when you clarify, “innocently. Just sleep, I promise. It’s just… Changbin’s bed is so cold… you’ll keep me warm, yeah?”

Ugh, how are they supposed to say no to you when you’re looking at them with those big, doe eyes?

“Alright,” Changbin gives in pretty quickly, "I guess we don't want you to freeze to death in your sleep," he shrugs.

Your gaze shifts to Chan. He sighs. “Fine, okay. Just sleeping,” he repeats, as if to remind you. 

You nod, smiling widely at him.

-`♡´- 

The three of you take turns brushing your teeth, then meet again under the soft covers of Changbin’s king sized bed. You’re lying in between them in the most chaste way ever, the three of you on your phones - a bad habit, especially before bedtime. 

“Alright, time to sleep,” Changbin yawns, locking his phone and placing it on his nightstand with a faint thud. You put your phone away too, and ask Changbin to place it on the nightstand as well. He turns to face you for the first time since he slipped under the covers. “Sleep tight, love,” Changbin cups your face and kisses you on the forehead, something he does pretty often. 

“Yeah, you better sleep or else your head’s gonna kill you tomorrow,” Chan points out, locking his phone as well, then asking Changbin to put it next to his and yours. “Sweet dreams, babygirl,” Chan whispers, kissing you on the top of your head. 

Changbin turns off the light and they both turn to lie on their side, neither of them facing you. You lie there, on your back, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think about the fact they’re so close to you. You fall asleep to the sound of Changbin’s faint snores and the scent of Chan’s cologne filling your nostrils. 

-`♡´- 

Chan is the first to realize you’re having a wet dream, because he was having one, too, until he woke up. 

Once he wakes up, he figures he must’ve tossed and turned in his sleep, because his chest is now pressed against your back, and his arm most definitely wasn’t around your waist when he fell asleep. That’s not even the worst part - you’re grinding on him. Just like you did back at the club, sliding your ass up and down his clothed crotch. You’re whimpering, too. And his cock is hard, sitting heavy inside his boxers and, to his surprise, right in between your asscheeks. 

His dick is literally in between your asscheeks right now and you’re grinding on it. 

He’s about to pull away as gently as possible, trying not to wake you up, when he hears a low grunt coming from Changbin. Chan freezes in his spot. What the fuck is going on right now?

That’s when he lifts his head from the soft pillows and slowly lifts the covers to peek under them and see what’s happening. His eyes widen, his breath hitches. Changbin is now on his back, still very much asleep, just like you. You’re palming his cock over his shorts. Like, your hand is literally cupping him. Chan feels like he should do something. He should do something, right? What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t? Like, c’mon, you’re having a wet dream and you’re also grinding on him while your hand is cupping Changbin's dick. He should do something, yeah. He starts by pulling away from your body, trying not to wake you up, but he fails, because you whine in protest, still asleep. 

Then Changbin wakes up, and realizes no, it wasn’t just a dream - there really is a hand cupping his cock right now. Your hand. That’s also when he pulls away from you, abruptly, nearly falling off the bed and gasping loudly. 

And that’s when you wake up. Chan wants to punch Changbin hard in the nose. He had everything under control, or so he thought - then Changbin had to go and ruin everything. 

“What… what’s going on?” You mumble, then yawn while rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands when Changbin turns on the light of his night lamp, “Is it morning already?”

“Oh, no, no, it’s still dark outside,” Chan says, “go back to sleep, babygirl.” 

But then you move a little, squirming in your place to get yourself comfortable, and your butt inevitably meets Chan’s boner and he wants to die. His breath gets caught in his throat, and he mentally facepalms himself. “Oh,” you mumble, lifting your eyebrows in surprise, “you’re hard.”

Chan ignores Changbin's giggling. “Oh, that,” he chuckles, “yeah, sorry about that. You were… moving a lot in your sleep, heh. It just happens, I’m really sorry.”

He’s kind of lying, but it’s okay - you don’t need to know the truth. 

“Yeah, i think you were having a dirty dream, love,” Changbin comments and Chan wants to punch him even more now. Is he dumb or what? “You were also grabbing my dick, heh!” Never mind, he clearly can’t read the room. 

Oh, a dream - a wet dream. Yeah, you were definitely having one, it was about them. They were all over you, bodies naked and sweaty, licking every inch of your exposed skin while their fingers were all over your most sensitive spots. Chan was taking you from behind in the dream. Your pussy throbs at the memory and you squeeze your thighs as a reflex. 

They both notice. 

Chan’s cock twitches, while Changbin’s grows even harder to the point it almost hurts. But they won’t do anything about their raging boners, because they’re your best friends and because they’re decent human beings and won’t take advantage of you, no matter how much they want to fuck you.

Well, this is awkward.

“I should… I should probably go to my room,” Chan speaks, sounding visibly embarrassed, and he’s actually about to slip off the covers and get up when he feels your fingers wrap around his wrist. 

“Wait,” you call him, your voice soft, “you don’t have to go.”

“But… I mean…”

“My offer still stands, you know?” You murmur, and both Chan and Changbin stop breathing for a few seconds. “If… if you want to. I wasn’t joking back at the club, I really meant what I said. I want to have sex with you. The two of you.” 

At the end of the day, Changbin and Chan are just two boys - two boys in their mid-twenties, who find you, their best friend, incredibly hot. 

“We can’t, babygirl, you drank a lot tonight,” Chan sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. Changbin stays quiet, but he nods at Chan’s words. 

“But I’m sober now,” you say almost a little too quickly. “I promise I’m good, I’m not drunk. I took a shower and drank lots of water. I even took an aspirin. I’m not drunk,” you repeat, as if to convince them you’re telling the truth, which you are, by the way. 

“You sure you’re not drunk?” Changbin mumbles from behind you. 

You nod your head vigorously, “Positive.”

“One hundred percent sure?” Chan asks, still not entirely convinced - he wants to be absolutely sure you’re not drunk. He wants to fuck you, obviously, and so does Changbin, but it’s important for him to know you want this as much as they do. 

“Chan, I’m not, really,” you repeat for what it feels like the hundredth time, rolling your eyes at him. “Look, if you guys don’t want to do it it’s fine, you-“

“We want to,” Changbin is quick to say, sounding almost too eager for his liking, “we want to do it, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

Chan sighs, fidgeting with the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. “It’s just that… we don’t want you to regret this tomorrow. Or ever, actually.” 

“Yeah, we… we wouldn’t forgive ourselves if this fucked up our friendship,” Changbin adds, and they both sound sincere. “You’re too important to us, we don’t want to lose you.”

You turn your head to look at Changbin, cupping his cheek in your hand, caressing the soft skin with your thumb. You do the same thing to Chan, now looking at him. “You won’t ever lose me, guys. Ever. Understood?” You look at each of them, and they nod. A smile spreads on your face. “You’re both hot, and I’m horny. If you're down, I'm down.”

Chan clears his throat as his fingers ghost over your hip, unsure whether it’s okay to touch you yet, but once he sees Changbin’s hand on your thigh, caressing you over your pajamas, he finds the courage to do the same. 

“Why don’t we start by you telling us about the dream you were having, then, love?” Changbin speaks, his plump lips ghosting your ear, which has you shivering and arching your back as a natural response. You like that, he notes mentally. 

“Mhh, sure, but…” you trail, gasping at Changbin’s bluntness when you feel his hand cupping your sex over the clothes, then you bite your lip. 

“But?”

“Only if Channie tells us about his dream,” you swear you can see Chan’s cheeks turning red as his eyes widen, making him look like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“I- you… I, I wasn’t having a wet dream,” he stutters, and you can’t believe this is the same Chan that has flirted with countless of girls in front of your eyes. He seems like a completely different person now - all flustered and almost embarrassed, ears and cheeks red. 

“You so were,” you tease, whispering the words on his lips while nuzzling his nose. “You were literally grinding your dick on me and gripping my waist. You don’t have to be embarrassed, Channie, it’s hot.”

“Fine,” he gives in, admitting his dirty secret. He gets a little distracted by how Changbin is currently placing open-mouthed kisses on your bare shoulder and neck, fingers moving lazily on your pussy, rubbing you slowly and inconsistently, just to tease you. “I’ll… I’ll tell you about the dream, you menace,” he chuckles, tonguing his cheek in a flirty way, looking way more confident now. 

Then, his own hand moves to brush your stomach, still over the clothes, and wanders until his fingers ghost over your boobs. You exhale deeply through your nostrils as you feel your nipples harden at the mere thought of Chan touching you there. 

“You won’t believe me, but…” you start, latching your lips on Chan’s skin - kissing his collarbone, then his neck. “We were exactly like this, I was right in between you guys,” you hear Changbin grunt from behind you, practically humping your leg now, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum. 

“Yeah? What- what else?” Chan mumbles, cupping one of your breasts with his warm hand, pinching your nipple over your tank top. You squeak when he does, and he can literally feel your nipple harden even more, a clear sign that what he just did turns you on, and he doesn’t hesitate to repeat the action. He can’t wait to do it with his teeth as well - the thought drives him absolutely feral. 

“I don’t- I don’t remember much,” you sigh, eyes squeezing shut when Changbin bites on your shoulder. “Just that Binnie was fucking me from behind.”

Chan’s eyes roll in the back of his skull when you lick his neck and let your hand wander all over his chest and then down, down, down, all the way until you reach the waistband of his sweats, toying with the hem. “Yeah? Was- was it good? Was Bin fucking you good?” He asks, feeling already kind of dizzy from the way you’re touching and kissing him. 

“Mh-hm,” you nod, “he was. I was pressed against you, Channie,” you whimper. 

“You want that, yeah?” Changbin asks, his fingers now playing with the hem of your pajamas, ready to slip under the waistband and touch you properly. He’s just waiting for your permission, and you do not hesitate to give it to him by grabbing his wrist and moving his hand so that he’s able to slip the tips of his fingers inside, finally touching you properly. 

“You can touch me, Binnie,” you pull away from Chan to look at Changbin and give him a reassuring smile. “I like it when you touch me.”

Changbin nods, and you feel his cock growing even harder against your leg - you can’t wait to feel it inside of you. Changbin’s eyes widen once his fingers finally reach the sensitive spot between your legs, and he can’t help but let out an animalistic grunt as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. 

“You’re not wearing panties?” He asks surprised, fingers brushing your naked mound.

Chan’s head snaps to look at you, and his mouth falls open when he sees you’re smirking while shaking your head as a no. “I’m not. I never wear ‘em when I sleep,” you confess a healthy habit you’ve picked up recently. 

Changbin continues to touch you lazily, with no intent of making you cum anytime soon. His touch is purely teasing, the pads of his fingers caressing your labia, then your entrance where he finds out, to his surprise, that you’re already wet. Your arousal dampens his fingers, and he can’t wait to dip them in your heat and feel your walls around his digits as he pleasures you.

Still incredulous, Chan blinks at you a couple of times. “Can I… feel it too?” 

“Of course you can, Channie,” laying on your back, giving both full access to your body.

Changbin’s still playing with your pussy, his fingers are now on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud slowly with his middle and ring finger. He smirks when he notices you’re breathing heavily now and squirming in your place because of his touch, it makes him feel proud of himself. And then, as he’s focused on making you feel good, he feels another pair of fingers lightly brushing his - they’re Chan’s. Chan, too, dampens the pads of his fingers by brushing your wet entrance, and before you know it, his middle finger is slipping inside of you. 

“You like having your sweet pussy played with, huh?” Changbin smirks, leaving a series of kiss on your shoulder, then your collarbone and finally your neck, where he starts licking and sucking on the soft skin. 

“You’re so tight around my finger, oh fuck,” Chan swears, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he keeps sliding his finger in and out of your wet heat, completely soaked in your arousal.  “How am I gonna fit inside of you?” He mutters, more to himself, you suppose, but the thought of having his cock inside of you has you clenching around his digit nonetheless. 

You feel bad for neglecting their pleasure and, consequently, their cocks, but you have a solution for this. You were given two hands to be able to wrap them around two cocks. “Binnie, Channie,” you call their names, and they both hum, a signal you have their full attention now, but they don’t pull away from your neck, “wanna touch you.”

Chan hisses, palming his hard cock over his sweats with his free hand, while Changbin humps your leg as soon as he hears your words. He wants nothing more right now, and he’s eager as he tries to remove his pajama bottoms and boxers by using only one hand - it takes slightly longer, but he manages to slide them down his legs. Chan does the same, which means they’re now naked beside you, except for their shirts, and they’re still playing with your pussy. You should’ve proposed this way sooner. 

“You better not leave marks there,” you tell them, since they don’t seem to have any intention of pulling away from your neck anytime soon, “hickeys are the worst to hide with makeup. I’ll give you something to suck on since you’re both so eager,” you say with a teasing smirk. 

Their breaths hitch when you roll your tank top up, freeing your naked breast - nipples already hard both from arousal and the contact with the cold air. The movements of Changbin’s fingers on your clit become even more inconsistent as he latches his lips on your nipple, enveloping the sensitive bud with his hot mouth, swirling his tongue all around it until you start whimpering. He moans loudly when you wrap your fingers around his thick length. 

He pulls away, letting your nipple fall from his plump lips only to look down at your hand stroking his cock slowly, your thumb brushing his tip, making him shiver. “Oh fuck, your hand looks so small wrapped around my cock, look,” he whines, throwing his head back in pleasure when you gently squeeze his tip. 

You whimper as well at the sight, and to your surprise Chan lifts his head to take a look as well, biting his lip as he watches closely how you stroke his friend’s dick. You assume he’s feeling neglected, so you don’t waste another second in wrapping your other hand around Chan’s cock, and a choked sound leaves his lips as a shiver runs down his spine. 

“Fuck, babygirl,” Chan breathes heavily, ghosting your other nipple with his lips, not really touching it, only teasing you, “you want to kill me, you’re gonna kill me.”

Chan’s cock is longer, but Changbin’s thicker and it feels heavier overall - you want to wrap your lips around them both and suck them dry. You’re distracted from your thoughts by a second finger rubbing at your entrance. Chan lets it slip inside of you, before mumbling something along the lines of I need to get you nice and ready to take our cocks baby, pussy ’s so tight. You don’t mind it of course, and let him fuck you with his fingers as Changbin rubs your clit while you stroke both of their cocks. 

“Have I already told you you’ve got the sweetest tits?” Changbin mutters, taking your nipple back in his mouth and giving it a long suck. 

The desperate moan you let out encourages Chan to play with your other nipple. At first, he teases it by simply brushing his lips over it, grinning from ear to ear when he sees your body shaking as a reaction. Then he decides to take the teasing to the next level by letting his own spit fall on your bud, coating it entirely - and then he blows on it. By the way you just clenched around his fingers, you must like it - so he does it again. You throw your head back in the cushions and breathe heavily - you also get wetter around his fingers, to the point the whole palm of his hand is coated in your arousal. 

“Taste her, hyung,” Changbin encourages him, pupils full blown and pussydrunk already, “she’s got the sweetest tits, ‘m not kidding. Taste her,” he repeats, and Chan nods, then he obliges, closing his mouth around your nipple. 

His eyes flutter shut as he sucks on your nipple making obnoxious, wet sounds - and then you feel his teeth scraping your sensitive skin slightly, making you shiver. “Channie,” you whine, squeezing his cock and he moans around your nipple. 

“Spit, love,” you register Changbin telling you. You open your eyes, and find him holding his fingers at the height of your chin. You’re feeling so many things at once you didn’t even notice he’d stopped playing with your clit. You do as Changbin said and spit on his fingers, and then you feel them back on your clit - your toes curl instinctively as soon as he starts to rub you once again. “I think it’s time we made you cum, hm?”

You nod eagerly, turning your head to look Changbin in the eyes. “Wanna cum around your cocks, though.” They both grunt, and Chan pulls away from your nipple. You shiver at the contact with the cold air once again. 

“You don’t want to cum like this?” Changbin asks, and you shake your head as a no. “Okay then, who do you want first?” 

“Channie,” you whine, “want him to fuck me from behind,” you whine, and he feels weak already at the mere mental image of what you just described to him. He can’t wait to see how you look when you’re getting fucked, he bets you look divine.  

Chan leaves a series of kisses on your chest, collarbone and shoulder, and even though they both stopped playing with your pussy, his fingers are still buried deep inside of you. When he pulls them out, you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. They slide your pajama bottoms down your legs, finally revealing your nakedness to their lust-filled eyes. 

“I think it should be a crime to not taste this pretty pussy before filling it,” Changbin comments, positioning himself right between your legs to get a quick taste of your sweet sex while you and Chan take the rest of your clothes off. 

Changbin licks his plump lips before he wraps them around your clit. His tongue teases your slit a couple of times, collecting your arousal on his tongue before swallowing it gladly, and then he resumes playing with your most sensitive part, rubbing it with his wet and hot tongue. “So sweet,” he comments, pulling away for a few seconds before burying his face in your sex once again. 

You entangle your fingers in his dark hair, tugging at it as he continues lapping at your pussy. You don’t complain when Chan cups your cheek with his hand and pulls you in for a wet kiss, and you moan into his mouth when he moves his hand to pinch your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. 

“You wanna hear about the dream I was having?” Chan pants, kissing your jawline, then the sensitive spot behind your ear. You nod eagerly, not sure you’re able to respond properly right now. “I was fucking you exactly like you said. I was taking you from behind,” Chan grunts. “I was… I was pounding your tight pussy real hard, babygirl, you were moaning my name so loud.”

You feel close already - both from the feeling of Changbin’s mouth on you and from Chan’s filthy words. “I wan’ it,” you pant, inevitably jerking your hips up - not that Changbin complains. “Want you to fuck me, Channie. Like you did in your dream.”

Changbin pulls away from your clit, and you whine at the loss of stimulation. He grins, placing one last, chaste kiss right on your clit before laying back on the mattress. “The sweetest pussy… you really have to taste her, Chan-hyung.”

But Chan can’t honestly wait to fuck you. The three of you position yourselves on your side - Chan behind you, gripping your waist with one hand as he strokes his cock with the other, and you’re facing Changbin, impatient to get filled by Chan’s cock. 

“Bin, hand me a condom,” Chan asks his friend, and you raise your eyebrows because fuck, you’d completely forgotten about protection, which is so unlike you. Changbin turns to open a drawer of his nightstand, but you stop him by grabbing his wrist. 

“We can do it raw,” you say, and you see them both raising their eyebrows at you, surprised. “I mean- if you’re okay with that. I’m clean, and I trust you guys. I know you’re responsible when it comes to this kind of things.” It’s true - they’re men and they’re horny, but they’re not stupid when it comes to sex and protection. 

“I’m clean,” Chan says, kissing your bare shoulder. 

“Me too, of course,” Changbin quickly adds, tacking a strand of your hair behind your ear so that he can look into your eyes. 

“I’m putting it in, then, is that okay?” Chan murmurs from behind you, the tip of his nose brushing the nape of your neck, which has you arching your back. 

You nod, and then you feel it. Chan grips the base of his cock and lets it slide a couple of times up and down your entrance to make sure it’s wet enough so that he doesn’t hurt you when he pushes it inside. His tip brushes your clit a couple of times, and you yelp in surprise, burying your face in Changbin’s chest. 

Changbin guesses Chan must’ve positioned himself at your entrance by the way your breath hitches and also by how you’re digging your fingernails in his biceps. “Wait, let me see you,” Changbin says, pulling away from your body only to look at your face properly, “I want to see your face when you get cock inside of you.”

He’s not prepared for the way your eyes roll in the back of your head once Chan pushes the tip of his cock inside your tight walls. Your lips part, and a shaky breath falls from them while Chan keeps filling you up with his thick length, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his veiny cock until he bottoms out inside of you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip as he presses his forehead against your shoulder and takes a deep breath. 

“You look so fucking hot when you’re taking cock, you know?” Changbin comments, caressing your cheek, before he taps your thumb on your lips a couple of times. You immediately wrap your lips around it, swirling your tongue around it, and Changbin mutters something under his breath - probably a couple of swear words. 

Behind you, Chan pulls almost all the way out before bottoming out inside of you once again, while gripping your hips tight. His chest is pressed flat against your skin as he rolls his hips to meet yours, thrusting his cock inside of you all the way until your asscheeks are practically squished against his pelvis and abdomen. 

“You’re so tight, it’s unreal,” Chan grunts, rolling his hips once more. 

Changbin can’t wait to feel you wrapped around his cock. He latches his lips on the skin of your neck, pressing his chest against yours as he kisses and bites on your skin, surely leaving marks on your collarbone as you continue to suck on his thumb, wishing it was his cock instead. Then his lips ghost over your jawline, then the corner of your mouth, and ultimately, he pulls his thumb out of your mouth and kisses you. It’s filthy, the way he’s kissing you, licking your mouth, sucking on your tongue, until there’s drool all over your mouth and chin. Chan keeps fucking you from behind, pushing you on Changbin’s chest as the two of you continue making out shamelessly - you moaning into Changbin’s mouth every time Chan delivers a particularly sharp thrust inside of you. 

“You really like kissing- Changbin, don’t you?” Chan asks through labored breaths, whispering the words in your ear, smirking cockily when he feels you shiver. “Like having him all over you while I fuck you, babygirl?”

You nod, whimpering in Changbin’s mouth as Chan’s hips snap into yours at a quick pace. Changbin smirks at you, somehow turned on by his friend fucking you so intensely you have to cling onto his arm, squeezing the muscles tight when you feel yourself getting closer to your high. 

“Bin, fuck, make her cum, quick,” Chan pants from behind you, his sweaty, hot, naked body pressed against yours. “Rub her clit, I’m so close.”

Changbin smirks, placing one last kiss on your mouth before he shifts on the bed so that he can comfortably reach your clit to rub it - not without spitting saliva on his fingers, of course. He touches the sweet spot in between your thighs with a disarming delicacy despite Chan’s hard thrusts, with slow and precise movements up and down the hood of your clit. At the same time, he takes the opportunity to capture one of your nipples between his lips, stimulating it with his tongue as he gently works you up towards your orgasm. 

“Channie,” you turn your head to look at him despite the sharp pain in your neck due to the uncomfortable position. He looks breathtaking, with locks of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and eyes rolled back as he bites on his lip. He opens his eyes as soon as you moan his name, and he looks even more pussydrunk now, with full-blown pupils. “Kiss,” you pout. 

You don’t need to say it twice, because Chan doesn’t waste another second in placing his lips on yours, biting on your lip now as he continues to move inside of you at a relentless pace. Changbin doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, although he can’t help but feel a bit jealous and neglected right now you figure, by the way he’s once again humping your leg, moving his hard and leaking cock up and down your thigh. 

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whine, pulling away from the kiss abruptly, chest rising and falling heavily as you throw your head back in the pillow. You entangle your fingers in both Chan’s and Changbin’s hair as you feel your orgasm approaching quickly. “Binnie, don't stop, you- you’re gonna make me cum,” you whimper, and Changbin only rubs your clit harder. 

“Yeah, that’s right, cum,” Chan breathes heavily, gripping your hips even tighter as he moves swiftly inside of you while filthy, squelching sounds bless your ears. “Cum around me like the good girl you are, c’mon,” he encourages you. 

Changbin lets go of your nipple and starts kissing your collarbone and neck instead, and then your jawline, and then your lips, pecking them a couple of times as he rubs your clit faster until you come around Chan’s cock with a sob of their names, burying your face in Changbin’s chest as your whole body shakes and trembles. 

“I’m close, ‘m close, where…”

“Inside, you can do it inside,” you respond without thinking twice, too lost in the feeling of his cock pounding you and pressing you against Changbin with each snap of his hips. 

Chan’s hips still as he releases inside of you, grunting loudly as he bites on your shoulder. His cum fills your pussy up to the brim and even more, to the point it inevitably starts to leak, dripping on your ass and onto the bedsheets. He stays buried deep inside of you for a few seconds while he tries to regain his breath, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against your spine, occasionally leaving open-mouthed kissing on your sweaty and pearlescent skin. Eventually, your body stops shaking, and you both come down from your orgasms under the attentive stare of Changbin. 

“I thought you were the prettiest when you’re getting fucked, but clearly I was wrong,” Changbin chuckles, running his fingers through your hair, kissing you on top of your head as he envelops your figure with his strong arms. “The sight of your pretty face when you’re cumming is out of this world, love.”

Chan pulls out of you slowly, gasping at the feeling of his cum oozing out of you as soon as the tip is out. He takes time leaving small pecks on your shoulder and back as he wraps his arms around you. You’re completely surrounded by them and it’s the best feeling in the world, to lie there in their arms while they hug and kiss you like you mean the world to them. You really do, by the way. 

“What do you say, babygirl… is it time for Bin to feel your sweet pussy? I bet it’ll drive him crazy how tight you feel,” Chan smirks after a several seconds, his now flaccid cock resting peacefully against your asscheeks. 

You nod, lifting your eyes to meet Changbin’s. “Wan’ you now, Binnie.”

He looks down at you, then places a kiss right in the middle of your eyebrows. “You sure? You’re not feeling too tired?” He checks in on you to make sure you’re absolutely sure. He can wait. He’s impatient, sure, but he can wait - it’s an oxymoron, yes, but he’s not an asshole. 

“Not that much, I can take it,” you mumble, allowing your hand to wander until it wraps around Changbin’s hard cock. He gasps, then bites his lip to the point he can nearly taste blood in his mouth. 

“Fine, okay. Okay, we’re doing this,” Changbin mumbles. “But we’re doing it my way.”

He doesn’t give you the time to ask what does he mean by that, because you soon feel his strong arms gripping your waist, turning your body until you’re now lying on the opposite side, now facing Chan, who scoots closer. For a second there, you think he’s gonna fuck you exactly like Chan did, but you’re mistaken. Changbin circles your waist with his strong arm, pressing your body against his to the point it almost looks like you’re melted together, and hooks his other arm under your knee, spreading your legs wide. Chan’s cum is still leaking from inside of you, and it feels ticklish on your skin, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when Changbin’s positioning the head of his thick cock at your entrance. 

“‘M gonna go slow,” he says, nibbling your ear as he pushes his cockhead inside your hole, “stop me if it’s too much.”

It’s a stretch, there’s no doubt about it. Sure, Chan’s cock is thick, but it’s nowhere nearly as thick as Changbin’s. You gasp when he pushes another inch inside of you. 

Chan, in front of you, grunts, while keeping his eyes on you. “You were right, Bin, oh my God. She looks so good when she’s taking cock,” he whimpers, caressing your cheek as he witnesses all of the faces you make while Changbin bullies his cock inside of your tight hole, practically using Chan’s cum as lube. “Does Bin’s cock feel good inside your pretty pussy?”

You nod, leaning into his touch, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as you look at him with big eyes and lips slightly parted. “Feels big,” you whine, “feels so big inside of me, daddy.”

The word slips casually, but Chan’s eyebrows lift nonetheless as soon as he registers it. Who are you calling daddy right now? Him? Changbin? It doesn’t really matter to Chan, because he finds it hot either way. 

Changbin’s head snaps up to meet Chan’s eyes and he grins too, before leaning in to say in your ear. “You calling him daddy when my cock’s inside of you, love?” He teases, pushing his cock further inside of you, letting out an animalistic grunt at how tight you feel around him. 

“‘M sorry, Binnie- daddy,” you correct yourself, “you’re both just so daddy, ‘m sorry.”

“Ah, it’s okay, sweet girl,” Changbin chuckles, spreading your legs even more to have better access to your pussy - he’s almost all the way in. 

“Fuuuuck, look at that, babygirl,” Chan can’t help but stare at where your body meets Changbin’s, amazed by how his friend’s cock is stretching you out. It looks painful to him, but by the way you’re whimpering and whining he guesses it just feels pleasant to you. “He’s destroying your pussy, oh my God.”

The three of you moan when Changbin bottoms out. Him, because yours is the tightest pussy he’s ever felt. You, because it’s the fullest you’ve ever been. Chan, because the sight before his eyes is absolutely breathtaking - his friend holding your leg up in the air as he sinks in deeper and deeper, your face contorting in pleasure. It won’t take long before he’s hard again. 

“‘M not hurting you, love, am I?” Changbin’s head snaps in your direction after hearing Chan’s words. 

You shake your head as a no. “No, it feels good. Feel so full,” you mumble, smiling at him, then at Chan. 

Changbin finally bottoms out, and his head feels dizzy already. You’re so hot around him, and Chan’s cum is still inside of you - he can feel it leaking from your hole as he gives a first, tentative thrust. He grunts, you whine, staring into Chan’s eyes. He scoots closer, resting his head on his elbow as he watches closely your reactions to Changbin’s movements inside of you. Your eyes roll in the back of your head every time he bottoms out, and Chan can’t help but wonder if you had the same look when he was the one fucking you. 

“You took it like a champ, didn’t you, babygirl?” He asks, gaze dropping once again to look at your most intimate part of your body. “You look absolutely gorgeous stuffed full of cock,” he compliments you, you guess. 

He nuzzles your nose with his, and lets himself get lost in the feeling of lust when you pull him closer to crash your lips on his. You moan into his mouth as Changbin rails you, holding you in place firmly with his arm that’s wrapped around your waist, as he thrusts every inch of his cock inside of you. 

“I can’t wait to stuff you full of cum,” Changbin comments, his own head spinning as he feels his balls tighten, ready to empty himself inside of your sweet heat. “Been thinkin’ about it since we were at the club and you were shoving your pretty tits in my face, love.”

You smile into the kiss, because that was exactly your purpose - making them both horny for you. Mission accomplished. Chan doesn’t verbally admit it, but by the way he’s slowly nodding and biting your lip you’re sure it was the same for him. 

“Then I win,” you mumble, pulling away from the kiss to cup both their faces in your hands, “because I’ve been thinking about doing this for literal months,” you grin. 

Changbin speeds up his movements inside of you, somehow the idea of you being so eager to do this makes him even more impatient. He thrusts and thrusts inside of you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he bites on the soft skin to muffle the grunts that leave his mouth. 

“Hyung, make her cum, God,” he pants, feeling his cock twitch inside of you and his balls tighten even more. “Eat her out, hyung. Lick her pussy, quick,” desperation is evident in his tone. 

Chan is a little taken aback by his younger friend’s words, and he blinks a couple of times. Then, it’s as if something had snapped inside of him, because he doesn’t waste another second before diving in your pussy, wrapping his plump lips around your clit and sucking hard. Somehow, he doesn’t really seem to care that his friend’s cock is just right there, a couple of inches away from him - the only thought inside his head right now is making you cum. It’s his only mission. 

Changbin feels you clench around his cock, and he grins, even though you can’t see him. “Yeah, let go for me, love,” he encourages you, “for us,” he corrects himself when Chan pinches his thigh.

Chan’s tongue repeatedly swirls around your sensitive bud, and with the help of his thumb, he has you cumming in literal seconds. No wonder all of his exes were pissed when he broke things off with them - his head game is just too good. Chan pulls away from your clit, a string of saliva connecting it to his mouth as he continues to rub it with his thumb while witnessing the sight of your pussy spasming around Changbin’s cock. 

“Like that, squeeze my cock like that,” Changbin cries, thighs shaking as he feels so close to his orgasm, “‘m fucking cumming, oh."

Changbin, too, bites on your shoulder when he finally shoots his load deep inside your pussy. The movements of his hips halt completely as he holds you close to his chest while his cock throbs. He finishes inside of you with four or five hot spurts of his seed - his own cum mixing with Chan’s, filling you up to the brim. 

Chan lies down facing you once again, still able to taste you on his tongue. He pulls your hair back from your face as he scoots closer and you rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Changbin, in the meantime, pulls out of you, not even caring about the mess on the sheets. You all need another shower anyway, and the sheets need to be changed. But right now you don’t care, not when you have both their arms wrapped around of you. Chan is playing with your hair while Changbin is peppering your back with soft kisses. 

“How are you feeling, babygirl?” Chan asks you, kissing the tip of your nose. 

“‘M sleepy,” you yawn, getting more comfortable in their embrace. 

“Yah, don’t fall asleep!” Changbin shakes your body lightly, trying to keep you awake. “We need to change the sheets and shower, again.”

“Only if we shower together,” you mumble, eyes already closing, “I don’t think I’ll be able to stand to be honest," you giggle.

They both chuckle, then help you sit up on the bed, and then they help you get dressed. “Wait for us in the bathroom while we change the sheets, babygirl. We’ll be there in a minute,” Chan tells you, and you nod, opening the bedroom door and stepping outside. 

On your way to the bathroom, you bump into someone, and a gasp leaves your mouth when realization hits you. The tall man in front of you looks absolutely pissed, as he rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. Fuck, you thought you were alone in the apartment.

“Please, for the love of God, don’t do that ever again,” Hyunjin glares at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “It's three a.m., some of us would like to sleep.”

You nod quickly, too embarrassed to say anything as you step inside the bathroom and start the shower. But when Chan and Changbin close the bathroom door behind their figures and strip down naked and join you under the hot stream of water, you’re one hundred percent sure it’s not gonna be the last time. 

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-> 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬! "𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧", 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.