the shape of his belly button is perfect for me to lick his stomach and end up swirling my tongue in that delicious navel..... every detail of his body is made of sin and temptation
You hated going over for family events because everything and everyone, was obsessed with one thing and one person only, your husband.
You're family adores chan like he's their own son , if anything they probably love him more than you by now. Chan absolutely LOVES it, he lives for the feeling of being so loved.
Although you're parents didn't know that it's all just an act he puts on. He's known to be the sweetest and kindest man ever, awfully respectful and just such a gentleman.
Finding yourself in your old room now transformed into the kids play area due to having many younger cousins. It was made to keep the children busy while the elders cook and gossip.
Putting away some toys as your baby cousin comes in babbling nonsense. You reach out to hold his little baby hands scoping him up into your arms. Treating him like you're own because of how many kids you had to babysit growing up missing the feeling of having little ones around.
"You have the prettiest eyes ever! Yes you do!" You talk to him in a baby voice as he giggles and plays with your hair. Leaning into his cheek to blow a raspberry against his soft skin. You don't even realize when when chan came in but he's leaning against the door watching this little innocent interaction.
"Ma-Mama!" The little boy says giggling as his little arms try to hug you. "Me? Noo, I not mama silly!" Causing a little frown on his face but soon fading as he smiles from turning to see behind chan stands your aunt. "Mama!" The little boy repeats as you put him down letting him run to her picking him up and apologizing for losing track of him then leaving shortly after.
That's when you see him, with that smirk on his face, leaning against the door arms crossed—blonde hair resting beautifully to almost land on his shoulders. "Mama? Was it?" He says slowly walking up to you, looking at you with that glint in his eyes.
Pulling you by your waist with one hand now resting on your hip. "He's a baby channie, everyone looks the same when you're a toddler." You say not intimidated by him. "What if I make you a mommy, you miss it don't you my love?" Giving him a light push as you try not to act like you desperately want that. "Chan are you insane? Someone could come in and hear you!"
"I'm just saying, if you want that i'll easily give you what you want." He says looking down at you, all you want to do is kiss that smirk off his face to shut him up, although you are tempted this isn't the place to be talking about trying to have a child.
The two of you know sit at the dinner table. You're whole family is here everyone asking about how chan's trips are—how producing works, etc. He loves it so much he's practically getting off on it. "Y/nnie, so lucky to have such a wonderful man like you!" Grandma smiles at chan from across the table, his eyes find hers as his hand now rest on your thigh. "No, not at all if anything, i'm the lucky one." Everyone squealed as shared "awe's" come out and he smiles at you.
His thumb brushing up your dress as his hand travels higher, his thumb rubbing against your clit starting to form a wet patch. You know you can't react—can't say a word even. Shooting a glare at him yet he's to focused on your aunt's story time she's sharing.
"If you excuse me, i'm going to use the restroom." Nobody pays attention just shared nods as they continue to hear the story. Getting up from your chair as you walk into the hall immediately going to close the door, it's stopped. A large hand stops it opening it to let himself in as he locks it.
"Thought you could get away my love?" He says now fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "Wanted to wait till the dinners over but I kept thinking about your little baby cousin... fuck, just look at me." Looking down with wide eyes his bulge makes you soaked, he looks huge. His hands now locking the door of the bathroom.
Stomach against the cold title of the counter top, breast loose hanging from out your bra as one hand is displayed on one, being used as a squish toy. Your ass getting pounded into from behind as your husband ruts into you making sure you take all of him.
"Mhm, f-fuckkk, what do you think the genders gonna be baby, hope its a girl so she looks just like her mommy." Babbling nonsense like your little cousin into your ear being completely lost in the pleasure of your tight cunt squeezing him like a vice.
"C-Channie.. someone, walk—in!" You say trying to tell him anyone could probably hear or wonder what's taking so long for them to come out and what's going on that requires two people.
"Yet you're still letting me fuck you, now tell me what baby names sound prettier." He groans into your ear his hands now on your neck as he's slamming you down to meet his ruts.
"Ha—gonna give you damn baby, fuck you full of my cum so your mom could be proud, yeah? want to give mom her first grandchild?" His hips making loud claps against your ass, dress lifted to your waist as one leg is splayed up onto the cold marble counter top.
"Yes! C-Channie please!" You say looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror completely fucked out just accepting your fate.
His dick sliding in and out—his cock hitting against your g-spot causing you to moan, loud. His hand comes over to cover your mouth with a harsh grip as he tilts your head up to look at him in the mirror. "Now love, we can't have anyone hear us to stop us do we?" Chan says as you shake your head saying no instantly, you don't want it to stop if anything you're so gone you want him to continue this whole "give you a baby" thing.
Chan does exactly that, pumping into you getting harder ever second because of how tight your clenching down onto him about to reach your climax. "C-Channie... so-so close!" You try to protest against his palm, droll dropping down from your lips down to your chin. He loves it, his movements turn impossibly slow yet ramming into you with such force.
You're body hitting against the counter with every thrust. "Such a little slut, so beautiful like this," Leaning down to your ear as he groans into you. "Letting your husband fuck you in the family bathroom. thrust, thrust. look so, fuck'n pretty with that baby-"
Whimpering against his hold, you feel his arm that was placed on your hip he was using to meet his thrust—wrap around your waist to trail his slender, thick, veiny hands to reach down and rub your clit. Chan's pace picks up on his digits along with thrust, you feel like you're in the clouds at this point. Your hand grips onto his wrist needing something—anything, to keep you grounded absolutely dumb in his hold.
"Ah- G-Gonna... c-cum! Channie—yes!" He smiles against your neck still whispering dirty little words. "Cum baby, you've been such a good little wife, now milk my fucking cock." His words ripped the climax out of you completely coating your husband's dick and your the cum trailing down your thighs.
Now rutting against you trying to reach his own, you thrust back against him. Chan looks somewhat different now instead of being lustfull he's looking at you with love in his eyes. "Let me give you a baby, my beautiful girl just thinking about you with my baby—fuck driving me insane." "Please, please let me fill you up my love," His words hitting you over and over like a train how could you deny him when he asks so nicely?
"Yes, Chan, please-!" Thrusting in once, then twice more, then another your body completely pinned to the counter now breast hitting the cold sink. "Yeah? F-Fuck, you're gonna talk all I give you?" With that you continued to push back against him milking him of his own relase, hands in a bruising grip on your hips now as he watches his dick slide in and out from your ass as a ring of cum forms on his base.
If you're puddle wasn't enough—you're husband's load was too much. The squirts of cum landing on the floor—and onto the pants he had pulled down just enough to free himself. Shared grunts along with pants leave the both of you, he's still rutting into you. "Don't waste a drop, take it all just like you said."
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Now? It's your baby shower, yet not lifting a finger for anything as you have your family doing everything for you. Smiling watching how beautiful it came out as a pair of strong arms wrap around to rest your round belly—kissing the back of your head. "Told you, just as pretty as I pictured with this belly full of me." He says turning you around with a delicate spin. "Chan!" You say swatting his shoulder as he pulls you in for a kiss. "I know she's gonna be beautiful like her mommy."
cws: smut, public sex, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol consumption
word count: 1574
summary: Bang Chan joins you on a concert, in the middle of the crowd you get closer than anticipated
a/n: I’ve written this in like 12 hours, idk what happened. This oneshot is part of a series, go check it out!
Chris was a lightweight when it came to alcohol and he usually didn’t drink at all. You knew that.
But he did a few shots with you either way to loosen up a bit. He was in the crowd with you at your second favorite band’s concert with sunglasses and a cap, the purple hair only slightly peeking out. He had feared someone would recognize him and ruin your experience, he even refused to go with you at first, but you wanted him to be at your side.
Or well, behind you, in this scenario.
Luckily, no one looked at him up too close, because you were sure a Stay would definitely still know who he was. Even if some fans were around, they probably didn’t pay too much attention or just wanted him to have a normal night out with his girlfriend.
“You okay?”, he asked after a song ended, hands on your shoulders to gently rub you there.
It’s been a long day for both of you, so you appreciated his concern.
“Yeah, what about you?”.
“I’m good”, he answered.
You stood so close to each other, it was pretty obvious - he had an erection.
“I think you’re more than good, right?”, you answered, proving your point by moving your hips.
His hands immediately flew to your waist and squeezed you there to stop you. Chris sighed deeply, you could feel his breath against your neck.
“It’s not my fault. You rub your ass against me when you’re dancing, that’s on you”, he hissed.
It hadn’t been your intention to work him up this much, just wanting to tease him, but you had to admit that it was kind of intriguing. Before you could even register it, your hand moved behind you to palm his hard cock through his pants.
His sigh turned into a grunt, his nose was very close to your ear now, nuzzling behind it.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game, baby”.
“Why?”, you asked innocently, continuing your massage.
The band began the next song, so no one could overhear your conversation any more. He began to slightly move against you, rocking his hips against you in a way you could see as dancing from any point of view.
“Because I’m very close to fuck you right here in the middle of this crowd”.
You felt very hot, these words definitely sparked something inside of you. Desire, you wanted him badly. And you literally felt that he thought the same. This was already too much, just feeling how hard he was before you even properly touched him had your brain show you very lewd imaginary scenarios.
“I would let you”, you snickered.
“Fuck, don’t say things like that”.
The people around you started hopping and jumping, everyone bumping into each other, so his movements looked even more natural.
“Afraid we gonna get caught?”, you removed your hand again, swaying with him, “I can already see the headlines. Stray Kids Bang Chan caught in flagrante with girlfriend at a concert”.
He chuckled, grinding into your ass a bit harder, more aggressive.
“It’s not that- fuck- I’m more afraid I might actually consider it. You’re literally seducing me here”.
His hands wandered, fingertips touching your legs right where your flimsy skirt ended. The skin on skin contact let your body form goosebumps all over, even if it was such a simple touch. You shivered and trembled in his arms.
“So responsive”, his lips touched your neck for a second, making you arch your spine immediately, “Would you even manage to keep quiet?”.
You felt your heart rate peak, adrenaline pumping through your body even though nothing had happened yet. Your top was glued to your skin, with all these people around you the hall had been filled with nothing but hot air and with him whispering those words into your ear, you were heavily sweating.
“Only one way to find out”, you answered.
With his arm wrapping around you, his hand kept going and sneaked under your skirt. The sound he made when he found you absolutely drenched was straight out of heaven - a sweet mix of a grunt and a whine. Needy and desperate to touch you even though it was so inappropriate.
The tip of his middle finger rubbed over your panties, right where your clit was. You gasped, already noticing how sensitive you were, how your nerves lit your body and your blood on fire.
You did not only want him, you needed him. Your whole being was so devoted to him it almost hurt. You needed him inside you. Now.
“Chris~” you cooed, the current song ending again, “Please fuck me”.
He groaned right against your neck, his hands vanishing. He waited for the next notes to start and tried to pull down his pants very quietly and without anyone noticing. You shielded him pretty much, the fabric of your skirt was layered and hid most of him when he pulled his cock out and hid it underneath.
This experience was probably ruining you, this was exciting and something you had never done before. Maybe it was because both of you were a bit tipsy, maybe you shouldn’t have drank alcohol before attending this concert. But still, you let him shove your panties aside slowly, fingers searching for your entrance to guide his dick inside.
Your breath hitched when his head got caught in the rim, you wanted to moan but you quickly bit your tongue. Chris hissed behind you, pushing forward agonizingly slow. Big hands were on your hips again, almost pulling you back to him for leverage. Both of you were afraid anyone would make a sound if he would go any faster so he remained with his tortuous pace.
He forced his dick in without preparation inch by inch but well, it hadn’t been possible for him to prepare you in any way and you probably still had to struggle to accommodate to his girth either way.
“Thaaat’s it, love. You’re taking me so well”, he gasped, finally bottoming out.
He stayed like this, breathing heavily. But you were no better. You wanted to hold onto somewhere but in the middle of a crowd like this, you obviously found nothing.
The first few thrusts were just a mess of needy grinding into you. His hands trembled, Chris was literally vibrating by fighting the urge to touch you everywhere his hands would reach. He held himself back for the sake of staying under the radar.
Then he started to move in and out of you in the rhythm of the music that was played right now. You just hoped it looked like the two of you were dancing because there was no way you could stop right now.
The thrill of having sex in public like this was spurring you on, your brain blurring your surroundings as if they were really unnecessary right now. Chris’ dick was twitching inside you, bumping into your cervix with every thrust. He got bolder with every passing second, fucking you harder as if there weren’t hundreds of people around you.
“Chris-“, it took every remaining ounce of your self control to speak out, especially without moaning, “Stop, go slower-“.
“I can’t”, he slurred, “Need you”.
Every thrust was sending electric shocks from your brain down your spine to your pussy, it was too much to bear. Your brain was useless by now, you couldn’t think straight.
“You gonna cum, love?”, his accent was heavy, “I can feel it”.
His hand pressed on your lower stomach, only enhancing your pleasure. You wheezed while trying to swallow down the upcoming moans, your head tingled.
But you couldn’t, your body was seizing with another thrust and you squeezed your mouth shut with your own hand just in time while your cunt clenched around him. His fingers bruised you, his grip so rough as soon as he also reached his high. The stimulation of your walls made him stumble over the edge as well.
He muffled his own sounds with your lips pressed against your neck, you could feel the vibrations of his deep growl on your skin. Chris rutted his hips into you, cumming deep inside.
His growl very soon turned into overstimulated whimpers, but he stayed like this to keep the illusion up. His grip not that possessive and harsh anymore, he was grabbing you with a desperate urgency.
“I can’t believe- fuck”, he whispered.
You felt it too, your after orgasm clearance washing over you and letting your face flush in a deep red. Did you just really.. had sex in the open? You heard your heartbeat in your ears, the blood rushing through your veins.
“Not that I didn’t like it, but.. let’s not do that again”.
When his dick softened a bit, he tucked himself back in after making sure nobody was looking directly into his direction. His fingers smoothed down the fabric of your skirt, but he lingered there a bit too long. He silently gave it away in an instant.
“We both know that wasn’t the last time”, you sighed.
You felt kinda nasty, his cum soaking the fabric of your underwear even more. But damn, you still felt the last bits of endorphins, although you were kind of embarrassed. With a grin on your lips, you actually debated if it would be a good idea to ride him in a toilet stall.
cw. best friend's brother!chan, sneaking around behind her back, big dick!chan, breeding wc. 1300 minors dni.
the clock on hayoon's bedside table reads 1.43 a.m. she's been softly snoring for hours, sprawled across her bed in a pile of blankets, but your body buzzes with the kind of quiet anticipation that makes it impossible to fall asleep.
the house is too warm, your borrowed shorts are too small and the glass in your hand is already sweating when you pad into the kitchen. no cold drink can quench your thirst.
you're sipping on your second glass of iced water when the door clicks open.
chan steps inside, leaning a broad shoulder against the refrigerator. his chest is barely covered by a black tank and your gaze dips down to the chain around his neck and back up to his damp curls, finally landing on his eyes. they crinkle in a soft smile. the sight of his familiar dimples makes your chest ache.
"can't sleep?" his voice is rough, tired but amused. "me neither."
you stammer a half-hearted excuse about being thirsty, even though you both know there's a bathroom next to hayoon's bedroom. his eyes drag over you slowly — bare legs, flimsy shirt, no bra — before meeting yours again. he doesn't look away.
"right," he mutters, stepping closer. "she's asleep?"
you nod, throat tight.
he crowds into the kitchen to grab a glass and you suddenly feel cornered. his palm plants on the surface beside your hip, pressing your back into the counter, boxing you in.
"you know it's dangerous, walking around like this," he says, voice low. his gaze dips down your chest, lingering on the way your nipples pebble under the cotton. "tiny shorts, no bra… someone might think you're doing it on purpose."
"chan, we shouldn't —"
the soft brush of his lips against your ear cuts you off. "quiet now, baby. don't wake her up. you don't want her to know you've been fooling around with her brother, do you?"
you shake your head, shame burning a hole through your chest, but your hands fist in his tank when his thumb slides up your thigh.
he chuckles. "thought so. been driving me crazy all night, hearing your laugh, knowing you were here. do you know what it's like, baby? trying to keep it cool and not think about how good you feel on my cock?"
you shake your head, your voice coming out shakier than intended. "w-we have to put an end to whatever this is."
"we should," he agrees, dragging his lips over yours until you're gasping into his mouth. "but i don't want to. and neither do you. i can feel it."
your legs part on instinct when he trails his hand higher, cupping your cunt through the thin cotton. he groans into your neck when he feels how soaked you are.
"see? already dripping for me."
you try to speak, to deny it, but he hoists you onto the counter and pulls your shorts aside. two fingers push past your entrance with ease. the stretch makes your head all fuzzy and the words die on your lips.
"look at you, baby." he kisses you hard, fingers curling to find that sweet spot nestled between your walls. "clenching around me like your pussy was made for it. tell me you don't want it. go on."
you can't. every quiet moan betrays you, every twitch of your hips urges him on. you've missed this. you've missed him.
his hand clamps over your mouth when his thumb rolls over your clit. "keep it down," he hisses, "unless you want her to walk in on me fucking you open right on the kitchen counter."
he tugs his sweats down just far enough to free his cock, tip flushed and leaking precum. he smears it against your soaked folds. you whimper into his palm.
"don't worry baby, i'll be gentle."
he never is. there's no time for tenderness in these stolen moments. not like you'd want it any other way — the stretch is just a little too much, the pain lingering for days after. it's what you deserve: a small punishment serving as a reminder of your guilt.
chan pushes the thick head of his cock inside, feeding you inch by inch while you cling to him with your nails digging into his shoulders. he snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer, forcing you to accommodate his size.
"fuck, c'mon babe, lemme in," he groans, sinking in deeper until he's buried to the hilt. "this tiny cunt's never letting me go, huh?"
your walls are pulsing around his cock, already sore, and he hasn't even moved yet. his weight crushes you against the cabinets, his sweaty skin sticking to yours. your muffled moans vibrate against his palm as he slowly draws his hips back.
the first thrust is obscene; the wet sound of skin on skin too loud for the quiet house, but chan doesn't relent. he fucks you harder, deeper, until your thighs are trembling.
"such a good girl," he pants against your temple. "missed this fucking pussy so much. been fisting my cock ever since you dropped by — shit." he groans as you clench around him, biting down on his bottom lip to muffle the sound. "just a little teasing, don't worry. 'm saving it all for you. gonna breed this pussy, stuff her so full it'll be leaking down your thighs for days."
your muffled cries break through his palm and he laughs. "yeah, you like that, baby? keep squeezing me and you'll get what you want. you're so fucking greedy, aren't you? soaking all over my cock. i feel it dripping down my balls."
your face burns hot with shame but he doesn't slow down, fucking into you with sharp, messy thrusts that jolt your body against the counter. every vein and ridge of his cock drags along your sensitive walls, threatening to snap the tight coil in your tummy.
he pulls his hand from your mouth just to catch your whimper. "say it. tell me you love it."
"i — i can't," you gasp, "you know i can't."
"you can," he bites back, angling his hips to hit that spot that makes you see stars. you sob, back arching into him, and he catches your chin in his grip.
"say it. or i'll pull right out and leave you dripping like the slut you are."
he forces your gaze to his. tears prick your eyes as the words spill out. "i love it — fuck, i love it, chan —"
he looks on the brink of losing himself, pupils blown wide, chasing the tight flutter of your walls.
"there she is. my girl. mine."
his words push you over the edge. your orgasm crashes over you before you can brace for it, sharp and humiliating, and you bite down on his shoulder in an attempt to muffle your cries. chan's forehead drops against your neck, hips stuttering as he feels you gush around him.
"fuck, you're milking me — gonna cum —"
and then he's spilling into you, thick ropes of cum flooding deep, his cock twitching inside your spent cunt. his thrusts don't stop, sloppy and relentless, pushing it deeper while you sob and whine at the overstimulation.
"hmpff, channie… 's too much —"
"no, it's perfect." he grinds up into you, "you'll take it. take all of me."
it's somewhere between a command and a plea, the heaviness behind his words hanging in the air between you. his teeth sink into your neck, biting down until you gasp in pain, deep enough to leave a mark. his mark.
your thighs tremble helplessly, his cum leaking down your ass. chan just grins at the mess and the faint, desperate clench of your greedy pussy around him.
"such a good girl," he murmurs, voice soft now. almost kind. his lips brush your ear. "you drive me crazy. can't get enough of this sweet pussy."
his cock twitches inside your sore cunt, already hardening back up. his next words twist the neglected knife in your chest.
"we have a few more hours until she wakes up, baby."
pussy drunk!chan who is absolutely addicted to you. the moment he gets a taste, it’s over for him. he would start all slow and controlled, wanting to savor your reactions. but the second you moan his name or tug at his curls, his self control shatter.
he’s sloppy with it, getting so into it, he doesn’t care about how messy he gets. lips and chin completely covered but he loves it. he practically drowns himself between your thighs, gripping them so tightly as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.
he gets lost in you, moaning against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. when eventually pulls away for air, his voice is breathless, pupils blown wide. “You taste so fucking good, baby” he groans before diving back in like he’s starved.
he’s always talking between kisses, between long strokes of his tongue. whispering how much he loves this, how good you are for him, how he never wants to stops. when you pull his hair or grind against his face—his nose rubbing hard your clit—he whimpers, low and desperate like he’s the one being ruined.
if you try to push him away when it gets too much, he won’t budge. his arms will lock around your thighs, keeping you there as he murmurs “Just one more, baby…. just one more for me.” but it’s never just one more. once isn’t enough. twice isn’t enough. he could spend the entire night between your thighs and still wants more. he’ll kiss his way back up your body, his lips swollen and voice husky and plead, “again?”
he gets smug when your legs start to shake. he open his eyes briefly to watch as you grab at the sheets, his shoulders, your pillow, at anything you can. he loves watching you fall apart for him, because of him. “That’s it, let me hear you.”
and there’s no way he isn’t turned on while doing this. he gets hard from just eating you out. if he has you on your back, he’s grinding into the mattress, into the sheets. if he’s got you sitting on his face, he’s rutting up into nothing, only feeling the slight shift of his sweatpants when his hips thrust upwards. sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he gets embarrassingly close.
If you ever just grab his hair and hold him there, he’s a goner. his moans get louder. vibrating against your folds. I’m a firm believer in Chan being a pleasure dom. he loves making you feel good, that includes you using him for your pleasure.
I’m also a firm believer in Chan having a praise kink. I feel like he’d rather be praised than degraded. the second you call him good—your good boy, good baby—he loses it. gripping your thighs even harder, pulling you closer and working his tongue even faster to make you come undone. He lives for your praise, and he’ll do anything to earn it.
once he’s finally had enough, he’s pressing soft kissing into your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as you slow your breathing. he’d be so gentle afterwards, holding you close and whispering how perfect you are, how much he loves you. and if you let him, he’s falling asleep with his head still inbetween your thighs, completely spent but happy.
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