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yunho gets all clingy and desperate for you and end up fucking you slow and soft.
â content 2.7k words, 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, male reader, soft dom!yunho, established relationship, yunho is incredibly soft & clingy, unprotected sex (p in a), fingering, so much praise, pet names, creampie, loving sex, handjob, size & praise kink implied, yunho talks a looot, begging, lots of kisses, edging, crying, overstimulation, aftercare.
the evening had bled into a soft, velvety night, the only light in the living room coming from a single salt lamp that cast a warm, amber glow.
you were curled against the corner of the sofa, a book resting in your lap, but you hadn't turned a page in twenty minutes. your attention was entirely consumed by the weight and warmth of the man whose head was comfortably nestled in your lap.
jeong yunho â your sweet boyfriend.
he was tall, all long limbs and lean muscle, yet he folded himself up to fit against you with a proficient ease. his head was heavy on your thigh, his face turned into your stomach. one of his arms was wrapped possessively around your hips, his fingers splayed wide against the small of your back, as if even in this state of utter relaxation, he needed to anchor himself to you.
you carded your fingers through his hair â soft, obsidian strands that slipped through your digits like silk. each stroke earned a soft, contented sigh from yunho, a vibration you felt through the fabric of your sweatpants.
he'd been clingy all day, more so than usual. a lingering hand on your waist while you made coffee, his chin hooked over your shoulder as you scrolled on your phone, his large frame crowding you gently against the kitchen counter just to steal a kiss.
"you're quiet tonight," you murmured, your voice a low rumble in the quiet room.
yunho nuzzled deeper into your stomach, his breath warm through your shirt.
"just thinking," he mumbled, his voice husky with impending sleep.
"about?"
"you," the answer was immediate, as if it were the only thought that ever occupied his mind.
yunho tilted his head back, and in the dim light, you saw his eyes. they were his most disarming feature : large, doe-like, and the color of rich, dark honey.
right now, they were wide, earnest, and swimming with a devotion so profound it sometimes stole your breath.
"always about you."
you smiled, tracing the elegant line of his brow.
"what about me?"
"how you feel. how you smell. the little sound you make in the back of your throat when i kiss you right hereâ"
yunho shifted slightly, pressing his lips to the soft spot just below your navel, making you jolt. his arm tightened ever so around you.
"âhow lucky i am."
his words, so raw and sincere, sent a familiar heat curling low in your belly.
you tugged gently on his hair, guiding his face up to yours. yunho came willingly, his body unfolding from yours until he was hovering over you, caging you against the sofa cushions. the size difference was never more apparent than in moments like this â he was a canopy, blocking out the rest of the world, his broad shoulders casting you in a private shadow.
"you're being pathetic," you whispered, the term of endearment falling easily from your lips.
it was your secret code for this â for when his love for you became so overwhelming it turned him into a desperate, clinging mess.
a slow, beautiful blush crept up his neck.
"i know," he breathed, his dark eyes flicking between yours and your lips. "you make me that way. you have no idea what you do to me."
yunho dipped his head, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was anything but pathetic â it was deep, and languid, and tasting of the shared red wine from dinner. his tongue swept into your mouth, not with aggression, but with a reverent curiosity, as if mapping a familiar territory he never tired of exploring.
one of his soft hands came up to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheekbone with a tenderness that contrasted the growing hardness you could feel pressing against your hip. when he broke the kiss, you were both breathless. a string of saliva connected your lips for a second before breaking.
his eyes were glazed, his lips swollen and wet.
"i need you," yunho whispered softly, the words a broken plea. "please. can i have you? i'II be so good for you. i'll make you feel so good."
the directness, the raw need in his voice, made your head spin. you nodded, your own voice failing you.
"yeah. yes, yunho."
that was all the permission he needed.
in one fluid, startlingly strong movement, your boyfriend scooped you up from the sofa, one arm under your knees and the other supporting your back. you yelped, clinging to his neck, burying your face in the column of his throat as he carried you effortlessly to the bedroom.
yunho smelled like clean linen, his own unique scent, and pure, absolute want.
he laid you down on the cool duvet as if you were something infinitely fragile and precious. the bedroom was dark, but the city lights from the window painted silver lines across his form.
yunho stood by the bed, just looking at you, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. his gaze was a physical caress, trailing from your flushed face, down your chest, to the obvious tent in your sweatpants.
"so beautiful," he murmured, almost to himself. "my beautiful boy."
he then joined you on the bed, not looming over you, but lying on his side, propped up on an elbow.
his free hand came up and began to undress you with a painstaking slowness that was its own form of torture. yunho peeled your shirt off, his knuckles slowly brushing against your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. when your chest was bare, yunho leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your sternum, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.
"your heart is beating so fast," he whispered against your skin, his breath a cool contrast. "is that for me?"
"only for you," you gasped, arching into his touch.
yunho hummed in approval, his hands moving to the waistband of your sweatpants and underwear. he dragged them down your legs, his eyes darkening to near black as you were revealed to him, fully hard and already leaking against your stomach.
"look at you," he breathed, his voice thick with awe.
he wrapped a large, warm hand around your length, not yet moving, but just holding you. the sheer size of his hand, the way his fingers almost met his thumb, made you feel incredibly delicate.
"perfect. so perfect for me."
yunho began to stroke you, a slow, maddening rhythm. his eyes were locked on yours, watching every single micro-expression that flitted across your face.
his thumb swiped over your cockhead, smearing the precum, making the glide slick and effortless.
"you like that, baby?" he cooed, his voice a soft, hypnotic melody. "you like how my hand feels on you? tell me."
"y-yes," you moaned sweetly, your hips bucking into his fist. "yunhoâpleaseâŠ"
"please what, my love? use your words for me."
his pace increased slightly, his grip firm and perfect.
"more... i need more."
yunho smiled, a soft, adoring thing.
"you'll have everything. i promise."
he released you, ignoring your whimper of protest, and quickly shed his own clothes.
the sight of him always stole the air from your lungs. yunho was all smooth, pale skin and elegant lines, and he was overwhelmingly, magnificently hard. his erection stood thick and heavy against his stomach, and a fresh wave of heat and anticipation pooled in your gut.
he didn't immediately cover you.
instead, he reached over to the nightstand, retrieving the lube. the click of the cap was obscenely loud in the quiet room. he poured a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it between them, his eyes never leaving yours.
"i'm going to open you up now, okay?" he said, his voice gentle but firm â it wasn't a question of if, but more a statement of care. "i'm going to make you ready for me. i want to feel every part of you."
you nodded, spreading your legs in a silent invitation.
yunho shifted down the bed, settling between your thighs. the first touch of his slick fingers against your entrance made you jolt. he shushed you gently, his other hand splaying across your lower belly, holding you down with a comforting weight.
"just relax, sweetheart. give it to me. you just need to let me take care of you."
he pressed one finger inside, slow and inexorable. the stretch was familiar, a welcome burn. he watched your face intently, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"there," he whispered, curling his finger just so, and you cried out, your back arching off the bed. "that's it. that's my boy. so responsive for me."
yunho began a slow, scissoring movement, working you open with a devotion that was almost religious. when he added a second finger in you, the stretch intensified, a delicious, full feeling that had you panting.
"you're taking me so well, baby," he praised, his voice husky. "so good. always so good for me."
he crooked his fingers again, brushing relentlessly against that bundle of nerves that made you see stars. your moans became higher pitched, your legs trembling around his body.
"yunho... i'm closeâjust from this," you moaned, your orgasm building alarmingly fast.
"not yet, baby," he cooed, immediately stilling his hand, letting you come down from the edge.
he was a master of your pleasure, knowing just how to push and when to pull back.
"you don't come until i'm inside you. until i'm filling you up. understand?"
the command, delivered in that soft, loving tone, was the most potent aphrodisiac.
you nodded frantically, desperate for him. yunho added a third finger, stretching you thoroughly, preparing you for the big main event. the sounds were wet and lewd, and his dark eyes were drunk on the sight of his fingers moving in and out of your body.
"i think you're ready," he finally said, his voice rough with his own need.
yunho withdrew his fingers, and you felt empty, bereft.
he moved over you, his body aligning with yours, the head of his cock nudging against your stretched, slick entrance. he braced himself on his forearms, his face inches from yours. his black hair fell into his eyes, and his lips were parted, his breath coming in ragged puffs.
"look at me," he pleaded softly.
you forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. the love and raw hunger you saw there was staggering.
"i love you," he whispered, and as he spoke the words, he began to push inside.
the feeling of him entering you was an experience you could never, ever completely get used to, no matter how many times you did this. it was always a revelation â the initial, breathtaking stretch, the slow, burning fullness as he slowly sheathed himself inside you, millimeter by agonizing millimeter.
yunho moved with an excruciating slowness, his eyes locked on yours, watching for any sign of discomfort. a low, broken groan tore from the deep of his throat.
"oh, god... you feelâyou're so tight. so perfect. you're hugging me so perfectly."
when he was fully inside you, hips flush against your ass, you both stilled, panting.
the feeling of being so completely filled, so utterly possessed by him, was overwhelming. you could feel every inch of him, the subtle throb of his pulse deep inside you. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.
"you okay?" yunho asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. he leaned down and kissed the tears away. "my sweet boy. you take me so well."
"i'm okay," you managed to choke out, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even deeper. "move, yunho. pleaseâmove."
he needed no further encouragement.
he began to move, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in with that same devastating slowness. it wasn't a frantic, pounding rhythm; it was a deep, rolling, sensual grind. every single thrust was a deliberate act of worship, designed to drag against every single nerve ending inside you.
the room filled with the sounds of your joined bodies : skin slapping softly against skin, your ragged moans, and his constant, breathless stream of praise.
"that's it," yunho moaned, his forehead dropping to yours. "take me, baby. just like that. you feel so good. you're my heavenâmy everything."
his thrusts began to gain a little more force, a little more speed, but the underlying tenderness never faded. he was making love to you, with his entire body and soul.
yunho shifted his position slightly, and on the next thrust, he hit your prostate dead-on. a sharp, electric pleasure shot up your spine, and you screamed his name, your nails digging into his back.
"there?" he gasped, a wicked, loving smile gracing his lips. "you like it when i touch you right there?"
he adjusted his hips, ensuring that every subsequent thrust battered that same sweet little spot relentlessly, again and again. you were babbling, a mess of 'yes' and 'more' and 'please, yunho, don't stop'.
the pleasure was building to an unbearable peak, coiling tight in your gut.
"y-yunho, i'm gonnaâiâm gonna cum," you sobbed, the overstimulation from his earlier fingering making you impossibly sensitive.
the orgasm was rushing towards you, inevitable and terrifying in its intensity.
"come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice guttural and raw. "come for me. let me see you. i want to feel you come all over yourself while i'm inside you."
yunhoâs words, his touch, the feel of him filling you oh so completely â it was all too much. your world shattered into a supernova of pure, white-hot pleasure.
your back arched violently off the bed as you came, stripes of hot release painting your stomach and chest. your hole clenched and fluttered around yunhoâs cock, milking him rhythmically through your climax. the sensations were so intense they bordered on painful, a relentless wave of ecstasy that seemed to have no end.
through the haze, you heard yunho's broken cry.
the feeling of you pulsing around him was his undoing. his thrusts became erratic, desperate.
"oh, fuck... i can feel you... i'mâ!"
with a deep, guttural groan, yunho buried himself to the hilt and came. you felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release deep inside you, filling you up, marking you as his.
he then collapsed on top of you, his full weight a comforting, grounding pressure, his face buried in your neck as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm with soft, helpless whimpers.
for a long time, the only sound in the room was your shared, ragged breathing, slowly returning to normal. he was still inside you, softening, but he made no move to pull out. instead, he rolled you both onto your sides, keeping you locked in that intimate embrace, his arms wrapped around you like vines.
yunho nuzzled into your neck, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses against your damp skin.
"you.." he whispered, his voice deep and hoarse. "you are... incredible."
you could only hum in response, your body feeling boneless and utterly spent, humming with a deep, resonant satisfaction.
yunho finally, reluctantly, pulled out, a soft gasp escaping you at the sensation.
he immediately reached for a towel from the nightstand, and with a tenderness that made your heart ache, he cleaned you up. he wiped the cum from your stomach and the sticky evidence of your union from between your thighs. his touch was reverent and caring.
once you were clean, he pulled the duvet over you both and gathered you back into his arms, your back to his chest. yunho was the big spoon, his larger frame enveloping you completely â one arm was a tight band across your chest, his hand splayed over your heart. his lips were pressed to the back of your neck.
"i love you," he murmured into your skin, the words a familiar, sacred melody. "i love you so much it physically hurts sometimes."
you slowly placed your hand over his, lacing your fingers together. "i love you too, you pathetic mess."
you felt his smile against your neck. he held you tighter, if that was even possible.
"i mean it," he said, his voice soft but serious. "i'd do anything for you. anything. you own me, completely."
you knew he wasn't just talking about the sex. he was talking about his life, his heart, his soul.
and as you gradually drifted off to sleep, safe and cherished in the cage of yunhoâs arms, you knew you felt exactly the same way.
content. . . 2.8k words, smut 18+ (MDNI) ... chan has a big cock, lots of kissing, ass squeezing, dirty talk, semi-public sex (locker room), nipple play, ass eating, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), pet names, slight overstimulation, unprotected sex (p in a), creampie
note(s). . . reader and chan are both seniors in high school, reader is 18 and chan is 19 (he got held back) ... i'm sorry if there's errors i wrote this while recovering from wisdom teeth removal
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you always loved to perform. from taking dance classes almost your whole life, to being in the drama club in middle school. the stage was your lifeline, and being on cheer was no different.
more than anybody, chan loved watching you perform. sometimes he would take time out of his own day to go watch wherever you were performing. whether it be the amphitheater or at a dance recital, he was almost always there.
football made no exception either. he wouldn't even go to the locker room during halftime just so he could see you in the middle during the cheer routine, taller than all the girls on the team. your beaming smile, the way your hips swayed to the music, the sweat beading on your neck, glistening from the bright lights.
every friday night, chan looked forward to seeing you perform more than the actual game itself. he would find himself sitting on the bleachers in the far corner where nobody else was.
he didn't know why it got him so worked up. it just did. and he had to something about it.
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(friday, october 10th, 7:56pm)
"aaaand there's another touchdown from our star quarterback, number 97, christopher bahng!!!" the football announcer shouted from behind the microphone. everyone in the stands went crazy, screaming and jumping around as if a celebrity had walked onto the field.
as much as chan loved the attention from everyone, he could focus on one thing and one thing only. you.
the way your shorts perfectly put your ass on display, he couldn't take his eyes off you. to the point where he couldn't even pay attention to his teammates.
"chris? hello??"
it was hyunjin. not only the team's wide receiver, but also chan's best friend.
"huh? what?"
"c'mon dude, it's halftime. let's go rest for a sec." hyunjin gestured towards the exit of the football field.
"sorry, man," chan began, his eyes still you. "i uh... i gotta talk to someone."
"alright... see you in twenty.." hyunjin walked away awkwardly. "what's up with him lately..?" he mutters to himself.
after a moment, chan makes his way to his usual spot in the bleachers, trying to find you.
and there you were. in the middle as always, taller than everyone else on the team (granted, they were all girls). in the midst of doing your usual halftime routines, you locked eyes with chan, who had been very obviously staring at you for a long time.
you flash a friendly, toothy smile at him and continue with your routine, smiling at all the other people in the audience.
for some reason, this made chan extremely nervous. it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to smile at someone, especially if you've known them since the 3rd grade. even if you two only ever talk in class if you have to, you still are friendly with everybody.
that smile ignited something within chan. he made the decision to dm you on instagram, hoping you'd read it after halftime.
chris_chan1003: meet me behind the locker rooms after the game.
chris_chan1003: be discreet. wait for ppl to leave.
then, halftime ended. chan was back on the field and you were on the sidelines, getting water and checking your phone. finding messages from chan had you, to say the least, shocked. especially ones that were so cryptic.
nevertheless, you responded. a simple 'ok' would do. then you pressed send.
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(friday, october 10th, 9:47pm)
the game had been long over, and most of the people were gone. after about twenty minutes of waiting in the bathroom, you made your way to the back of the locker rooms.
to your surprise, chan was actually waiting there. he looked pretty nonchalant, but you could definitely tell he was extremely nervous.
"h-hey.." he says, shakily.
"uhhh, what's up..?" you say. "why did you text me to come here..?"
you leaned up against the brick wall, watching chan, waiting for him to say something. anything.
he ran a hand through his hair. "i don't know how else to say this, so fuck it."
you wait.
"i always watch you.." he says, finally. "every halftime. every performance. i just... i don't know what happens. you're... you're hypnotizing."
"honestly, chris," you begin. "i know. i always see you watching me. but why are you telling me this now?"
"i don't know." he runs a hand through his hair. "i just.. if i didn't tell you now, i think i'd regret it."
silence fills the air, uncomfortable silence.
"every time i see you perform.. the way your body moves, your facial expressions, everything you do. it drives me crazy."
"chan..." you swallow hard.
"i know we're not close. but we've known each other for so long, it kinda feels right. doesn't it?"
you don't respond. he reaches an arm out brushing his fingers along your arm. "i've thought about this for a while. about you. a lot more than i should."
silence again. the same uncomfortable silence that filled the air 30 seconds ago.
"tell me to stop." he begins. "tell me that you don't want this too."
but you don't say anything. you just stare at him. his hair sticking to his forehead, his jaw clenching, his chest heaving.
that's when you kiss him.
chan freezes at first, but then leans into the kiss after a moment. his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you in further in.
after a moment, you finally pull away from the kiss, looking back at him with surprised eyes. "i can't believe you just kissed me..." he says.
"i can't believe you actually like me." you reply with a chuckle.
"how could i not?! you're fucking hot." you blush. then he grabs your hand, walking around the corner into the locker room. "come on."
surprised, you follow him into a far corner where his locker is. finally coming to your senses and realizing what's about to happen, you stop him for a moment. "wait, do we really want to do this??? is anyone gonna come in?"
chan hesitates. "uhhh, i don't think so... most of my teammates are gone by now." he glances at the still open door and quickly runs to close it and runs back. you chuckle. "we should be fine." he says with a grin.
you reply with a smile and stand there awkwardly, trying to see who is gonna make the next move. then, he steps closer, putting his hands on your waist again. "you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this..."
he closes the distance between you for the second time that night, this kiss being hungrier and more passionate this time. your hands were simply placed on his shoulders while his explored your body. your waist, thighs, hips, ass. especially your ass. it's almost like he was trying to memorize your body.
next thing you know, chan was taking your shirt off and throwing it to the side, taking his off shortly after. you absentmindedly grin at his figure, his pecs and his six-pack. "what? you like what you see?" he teases you.
"oh my god was i staring?" you ask, embarrassed. "i'm sorry.."
chan laughs again and sits down on a bench, his muscles flexing. "don't be. stare all you want." he pats his lap and gestures for you to sit down. "c'mere."
you obey and straddle his lap awkwardly, wrapping your arms and legs around him. you look down at him and kiss him again.
you pull away, looking back down at him again. "you drive me crazy..." he whispers, kissing your jawline and trailing down your neck.
"fuck..." you moan in response, then he reaches your nipples. he wraps his lips around one and sucks, teasing it with his tongue and even nibbling a little. that gets a yelp from you.
chan smiles against your chest and takes this as the opportunity to tease your more, pinching the untouched nipple. "i- hngg..." you cover your mouth to suppress your moans.
chan stops.
"w-why'd you stop?" you say, breathing heavily.
"why'd you cover your mouth?" he asks, looking up at you through his eyelashes with a mischievous smile. "i wanna hear you when i make you feel good."
suddenly, he goes back to sucking and teasing your nipples. it's so sudden that you cry out loudly and arch your back. "that's what i like to hear." he says.
over time, your nipples became more red and more sensitive, and both of you became harder. after a few more sucks, he forces you to look back down at him and kiss him again. he grinds into you so you feel his dick under you.
"you feel that?" he says between kisses. "you did that. you made me this hard."
"fuck-" you say, moaning into his mouth and grabbing his cheeks.
"i can't take it any longer." he forces you off of him and makes you kneel, your face at eye level with his bulge. "show me what you've got."
you slowly pull down his shorts and his cock springs out, hitting his stomach. it's already leaking precum, a lot.
you grab it and begin jerking it slowly. he throws his head back. "fuck, baby..." you grin and kiss it a few times, licking up and down the shaft and playing with his balls.
finally, you wrap your lips around his tip and take his member in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down. the salty flavor of his precum fills your mouth.
"ah.. shit.. you're good at this..." chan mumbles under his breath, his fingers becoming entangled in your hair and pushing you down further. it makes you gag a little, but you don't mind.
after a moment, you pull off and take a minute to breathe. "jesus, chan. you're huge..."
he smirks smugly and wipes the sweat forming on his forehead. "thanks, cutie. i'm pretty proud of it."
you roll your eyes and go back to sucking him, going up and down and licking his shaft with every bob of your head. "right there... i'm gonna cum soon.."
that gives you the opportunity to suck harder and further, wanting him to cum. "y/n, i'm gonna cum-"
and that's exactly what he does. with one final, loud moan, chan cums down your throat. its warm, kind of salty, and thick. and you swallow every last drop, no matter what.
wiping the cum off your lips, you look up at him. "fuck. that was really good.." he smiles.
"thanks," you mutter and get up to sit next to him, his cock still hard and on display. "what now?"
"i think i've gotta pleasure you now..." he says, smirking again. "turn around, get on your hands and knees."
you do and he pulls off your shorts, the cold air of the locker room hitting your hole and sending a shiver down your spine. "fuck, y/n."
he grins and spits on your hole, spreading the spit around with his finger before licking it. "shit..." you say, looking back. then, he sticks his tongue fully in and starts eating.
up until this point, you've never had your ass eaten, and it feels amazing. "chan... feels so- good.." you moan.
"i'm glad." he says, smiling against your asshole and continuing to lick and suck around it.
after a while of eating you out, he decides to start fingering you. the sudden change in pace catches you by surprise and makes you, yet again, loudly cry out.
chan chuckles and adds another finger. "you like it when i finger you? i know you do."
you nod swiftly and attempt to form a sentence. "y-yes.. i do..." he picks you up and lays you on your back in his lap, with your legs spread and ass still out.
"i wanna see your face when i'm fingering you." he says with a smile, adding a third finger and scissoring them.
"fuck.. channie~" you moan and look up at him, nails digging in the arm that's holding you up. the stretch is almost sensational, and you're reaching your climax. "i'm c-close-"
"aww, you're gonna cum on my fingers only? so sensitive~" he coos, looking down at you with hooded eyes. "then cum for me, baby."
chan thrusts his fingers inside of you faster. finally, you cum, spurting the white sticky liquid on your torso and some getting on his.
"good boy~" he smiles and takes his fingers out, wiping them on his jersey lying next to you guys. "you ready for me to fuck you?"
your eyes widen in shock and you shake your head. "i don't know chan... you just stretched me really wide."
"i know, that's the point silly." he says, picking you up and setting you on his lap again, rubbing your ass on his dick. "come on, i know you can take it.
you stutter and finally give in, giving him the green light to start sticking it in.
he grins widely and picks you up, placing you on his dick slowly, but going until you're fully sat on his lap. "feel ok?" he asks.
you gulp, tears beading at the corners of your eyes. "y-yes... it's okay"
he smirked and slowly started picking up your body and placing it down, making you ride him. with every bounce he made you do, you moaned. "i'm gonna rip-" you say."
"yeah? you think my big cock is gonna rip you in half?" he chuckled and started making you go faster.
"c-chan!" you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders. chan hissed.
"fuck, baby." chan moans into your ear, only making you hornier. it felt as if with every thrust it got faster, rougher, deeper, and you couldn't get enough of it.
as soon as it didn't hurt and you got used to it, chan switched positions. he laid you down on the bench and started thrusting into your hole quickly.
"fuck! unghhhh!" you moaned loudly, echoing throughout the locker room. chan smiled and grabbed your hips, thrusting faster.
chan looked down, noticing something. he rubbed your belly. "you see that? that's me." he said with a smile, putting your hand on it.
his cock was so deep inside of you that it was bulging out of your stomach.
fortunately, that made you feel even better and you threw your head back, close to your second time cumming that night. you reached for your cock and started pumping it in time with chan's thrusts.
"yeah, baby. fuck.." chan moaned. "you gonna cum for me?"
you nodded, getting close and clenching around him. with one final thrust, you came again, painting your torso. chan followed close behind, moaning loudly as he coated your insides with his cum.
chan kept his dick inside of you for a moment and bent down to kiss you. "fuck, y/n. that was amazing." he says.
you didn't respond. you couldn't. he understood, though, and pulled out. "you want me to go grab a towel?" you nodded.
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(saturday, october 11th, 12:09am)
after cleaning up, you checked your phone only to find dozens of missed calls from your friends and parents. "y/n where the hell are you?" "are you okay???" "wtf happened?!"
you didn't care. you just had the best sex of your life.
you sit up after putting your underwear on, not expecting it to hurt so bad. "shit..."
"does it hurt?" chan asks, putting a clean shirt on from his locker.
"yes," you began. "chan, i think you actually ripped my asshole open."
he laughed. "haha, sorry not sorry!"
"i'm serious! i don't think i've ever had sex with someone with a huge dick like that before." you say, gesturing to his semi-hard cock that was still out for some reason.
"what can i say? i'm a packer." chan smugly says, obviously proud of himself. he put some underwear on and sits next to you. "seriously, though. you did better than i thought you would."
"thanks, channie." you said, ruffling his hair. "so does this mean we're a thing now?"
chan's cheeks grew red. "i- uh... only if you want it to be.."
you smirked and cupped his cheek. "i want it to be." you leaned in for a kiss, closing the distance for the nth time that night.
after the kiss, chan started laughing.
"what's wrong?"
"nothing. just can't believe i have a boyfriend now!" it was like something out of a cheesy 80s high school movie.
you rolled your eyes. "whatever, loser. i thought you were supposed to be the nonchalant quarterback."
chan smiled. "yeah, yeah. whatever."
you two walked out of the locker room and, thank god, nobody was at the field. "well, i gotta get going. mom's mad i'm out late." you say.
chan laughed and gave you one last kiss, cheekily squeezing your ass, before walking away. "see you later, boyfriend!"
you rolled your eyes again, laughing and walking away.
pairing: kim mingyu x male!reader
genre: maybe a little angst?, smut, fluff
word count: 1.87k
warnings: not proofread... established relationship, top mingyu, oral (m receiving), spanking, fingering, LOTS of kissing, oblivious mingyu
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(7:24pm)
"jesus christ, gyu," you exclaim as you walk into you and your boyfriend's apartment. "you always do this shit!"
mingyu follows, closing the door behind him. "i'm sorry! i didn't know she was flirting." he says, walking in front of you, stopping you. "i thought she was just being nice."
you scoff and roll your eyes. "mingyu, i don't have time for this. i'm gonna go take a shower." you shove past him and walk into the bathroom.
"baby, wait-" mingyu is cut off by the door slamming. you turn the shower on and pretend as if you didn't hear him, not wanting to deal with it.
he always does this. whenever you two go out, the waitress always somehow flirts with him. he's so oblivious so he unknowingly flirts back, and it really gets under your skin. maybe it's the consequences of having such a beautiful boyfriend.
meanwhile, mingyu is pacing back and forth in the living room. he mutters to himself. "i fucked up." he wants to knock on the bathroom door but he doesn't want to disturb you, knowing it'll only piss you off more.
he comes to the conclusion that he just needs to think. he walks to his car and starts it, shooting you a text, "i'll be back in an hour or two." you simply read it, not wanting to talk.
you get out of the shower and change into your favorite calvin klein briefs and an oversized hoodie of mingyu's that he gave you when you two first started dating. nothing much else happens and eventually you drift off to sleep.
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(9:51pm)
mingyu opens the door to the apartment with your favorite flowers in hand. "baby?" he shouts. no response. he walks into the bedroom to find you asleep, cuddling a pillow.
he sits next to you and plays with your hair for a moment, moving it out of your eyes. this takes you out of your sleep, your eyes fluttering open to see him in the dimly lit room. "good morning, sleepy head." he says with a smile. "are you still mad?"
you rub your eyes and sit up. "kinda."
he frowns. "why?"
"mingyu, this happens all the time." you begin. "the waitress flirts with you and you, unknowingly, flirt back. i know it might not be obvious to you but it is to me. it hurts."
"i know, baby, i'm sorry." he says. "i'll try to make sure i don't next time." he pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him.
"promise?" you ask, throwing your arms around his neck.
"promise."
his lips find your neck and start kissing it, leaving a few mild hickeys. you angle your head up to give him more room, he responds with a low groan. he kisses and sucks on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine.
his lips move up more and finally find yours. his tongue grazes your lips and teeth, yours doing the same to his.
the kiss lasts longer than you thought it would. maybe it's due to the fact you two haven't been intimate in a few weeks.
he pulls away after what seemed like forever, both of you breathing heavily. you look into each others eyes for a moment and start laughing. "i missed this. i missed you." he says, taking off his shirt.
"i missed you too, gyu." you reply, examining his body. after a few moments of admiring his muscular build, your lips find his again. this time the kiss is more passionate, your fingers entangling in his hair.
your chests press together in dominance, both trying to get the upper hand. eventually you succeed, pushing his back down onto the bed. the kiss deepens as you do this, your tongues fighting in each others mouths.
you pull away for a moment as he takes off your hoodie. he tosses it to the side where he put his shirt and it doesn't take much time for him to go back to making out with you.
his hands roam all of your upper body until they find your ass. he smiles into the kiss and squeezes your cheeks, causing you to moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign to keep squeezing them, his hands sliding under your briefs and kneading the flesh.
he keeps kneading your cheeks for a few moments until he pushes you off him and unbuckles his belt, pulling down his pants. both of you are left in your underwear. you spot a wet circle at where his tip would be. "someone's excited, huh?" you tease.
he blushes and points at your underwear, your cock hard as a rock. "you are too." he laughs and walks back up to you, stroking your clothed length and kissing you, yet again.
he pushes you down on the bed, him being on top of you rather than the other way around. he kisses your neck and collarbones, moving further down with every kiss. he reaches your nipples and puts his mouth around one, sucking and biting. you moan, the pleasure rippling through your body.
he grins agains your skin, moving to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment, by the end of it, both of them are red and have bite marks around them.
he moves lower to your stomach, kissing and licking here and there. he finally reaches between your legs and tugs at your waistband with his teeth. "can i?" he asks.
you look down, face red, and nod quickly.
he saves no time pulling them off, your cock springing out and leaking precum. he smiles and lifts your legs somewhat, so they're resting on his shoulders.
he kisses your inner thigh, teasing you as if you were still soft. finally, he reaches your cock and kisses the tip. he licks the shaft from bottom to top and puts his mouth around your tip.
you instantly moan loudly as he begins bobbing his head up and down. your hand finds itself to his head and pushes him down a bit further, making him gag.
he pulls off after and laughs. "sorry..." you mumble.
"it's okay, baby. you can do it again if you want." he wraps his lips around your cock and starts sucking again.
after a while you feel your orgasm start building up. "mingyu, i'm gonna-" he pulls off with a smile.
"not yet." he says. "i want you to cum on my cock."
you groan but nod as he opens the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube. he squirts some on his fingers and gets them nice and slick.
"roll over. i have to prep you."
you obey and roll over, spreading your legs. he spanks your ass playfully with his clean hand and it gets a moan out of you.
"oh? you like it when i spank you?" he grins devilishly.
you nod embarrassedly and he plants another hand on your cheek, leaving a red mark this time. "i'll keep that in mind."
after a few more spanks he finally enters one finger in you. since your hole has been empty for a couple of weeks, it kind of hurts. but in a good way.
"everything okay?" he asks. you respond with a nod. "can i add another?" you nod again.
now mingyu is fingering you with two fingers, curling them at your g-spot. soft moans escape your lips with every curl. mingyu smiles and adds a third finger without warning, scissoring them to spread you open a bit more.
you moan louder at the sensation of being stretched open, knowing it'll be better when mingyu's dick inside of you.
speaking of mingyu's dick, it was throbbing in his boxers now. it was basically begging to get out. god, his dick was huge. it was long and girthy, uncut and had a small patch of hair at the base. his balls always hung low, too.
abruptly, mingyu takes his fingers out and dries them on a nearby towel. "i think you're ready." he says. pulling down his boxers and letting his member spring out.
getting excited, you arch your back slightly to give him a better view of your hole. he smiles and lines himself up, slapping his cock on it.
finally, he enters. little by little, inch by inch, until he's fully resting inside of you. "that good, baby?" he asks. you nod again, looking back at his tan, muscular torso. he grins and begins thrusting.
with every thrust, he becomes faster. eventually his hips are slamming against your ass and his balls are slapping yours. "fuck, you're so tight." he grunts, slapping your ass again.
he suddenly pulls out and flips you over onto your back, putting your legs on his shoulders. "i wanna see your face when you cum." he says, pushing back in and matching his pace from before.
you moan loudly at the stretch, now he's deeper inside of you. you look down and see a bulge in your stomach.
"see that? that's me, baby." mingyu says, pressing his fingers on it.
you throw your head back and moan louder, about to reach your climax.
you feel a sudden stretch again, as mingyu bends down you kiss you while still thrusting into you. it feels like your legs are bent at nearly 90 degrees.
you moan into the kiss, it's sloppy and messy. mingyu's thrusts become more erratic as he pulls away. you clench tighter.
"you gonna cum, baby?" he asks.
"y-yes.." you can't say much without moaning. "gonna cum-"
"let's cum together, okay?" he wraps his fingers around your cock and starts jerking it off in time with his thrusts.
you cum not soon after, white ropes spewing out of your cock and onto your chest. mingyu smiles but keeps thrusting as he isn't done yet.
mingyu finally explodes inside of you with one last thrust, painting your insides with his sperm. he groans loudly and collapses on top of you.
he doesn't pull out for a moment and just lies on top of you, his head next to yours. after a bit, he picks his head up and looks at you.
"shall we clean up?" he asks.
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(12:17am)
after getting cleaned up, both of you are lying in bed watching a movie. his arm is around you, cuddling.
"did i do good?" he asks, a toothy smile on his face.
"you did amazing, baby." you say, cupping his cheek and giving him a quick peck.
"good," he begins. "i thought i was gonna be bad since we haven't done it in a while."
you chuckle and stay quiet for a moment. "yes, you did great. it was good."
about halfway through the movie, he speaks up. "do you forgive me?" he asks again.
you don't respond for a moment, thinking about what to say. finally, you reply. "yes, i do. just please be more aware..."
he smiles and locks eyes with you. "i love you."
"i love you too, gyu." he kisses you again.
both of you stay silent as the movie plays, cuddling each other and just enjoying each other's presence.
when the movie ends, you've fallen asleep. he realizes and falls asleep too, wrapped in your arms until the morning.
Hello! May I request sub 9th male reader x with any SKZ member? You can make up how the story goes.
< dream of me >
pairing:: bang chan x 9th member reader (ft. hints of ot9)
genre:: smut. pwp. twinge of angst.
word count:: 9.8k
summary:: you are the ninth member of stray kidsâ the youngest, living with jeongin and chan. youâve never had sex, and desperately want to change that. chan is your first choice, but heâs hard to convince.
warnings:: a single small suicide joke, top bang chan, bottom male reader, dom bang chan, sub male reader, bang chan is a mess, bang chan has a huge dick, loss of virginity, lube, anal fingering, anal sex, porn with plot
notes:: donât request âany SKZ memberâ and not expect me to make it chan. thank you for this request, it was really fun to write <3 i used it as a palette cleanser and a way to ease back into writing after a couple weeksâ break! i have my plate way too full and too many wipâs in my docs, so iâm happy to have finished this one so quickly. i hope you enjoy! i wrote a version of this with jeongin instead of ninth member, so if you want to read that version, (click here)!
song:: âdream of meâ - vinyl theatre
âHyungie~â You cracked the door to Chanâs bedroom open, smiling as you saw him turn in his swivel chair to face you.
âYeah, baby?â He set his headphones on the desk and smiled, watching as you made your way to him, ruffling his hair as you stood in front of him. âWhatâs up?â
âI have a request,â you whispered, both hands on Chan by now. One in his hair, buried in his golden brown curls; the other cupping his cheek. He melted under your touch, as he always did when someone else initiated skinship with himâ he was always so used to being the one to reach out, and would visibly turn to mush when he was touched first.
You used it to your advantage often.
âHyung,â you whispered, stepping forward. Even with his eyes closed, he felt you moveâ he spread his legs to let you stand between them, let his head fall to the side as you bent down to press a kiss to the side of his neck. He let out a shaky breath, hands trembling as they reached out to pull you closer. That was a good sign.
âHyung,â you repeated with your nose buried in his neck. Chan hummed in response, his hand on your back bunching up the fabric of your hoodieâ well, his hoodie, but heâd lent it to you several years prior, and youâd been the only one to wear it since. âHyung, I want you to be my first.â
Chan didnât seem to have a reaction. You pulled away, observing his face, watching as he slowly blinked his eyes open to look up at you. âFirst what? Kiss? I thought Felix was your first kiss.â You cupped his face with both of your hands, gently pushing his cheeks together to make him pout.
âYou know what I mean. Donât you?â Chanâs eyes slowly widened as he forced his lips into a frown.
âYou canât?â You stepped closer between his legs. You dropped one hand from his cheek to his chin, lifting it up with your thumb. âCanât or wonât?â
Chan narrowed his eyes up at you. Grabbing your wrists, he effortlessly held your hands out of reach. âDoesnât matter. Itâs not right. Iâve known you since you were a kid.â You struggled against his hold, but soon gave up as Chanâs grasp tightened.
âBesides the point. I knew you when you were a kid, too, hyung.â You pouted down at him, pulling out all the stops to possibly get him to cave in. But you knew he was stubborn, unyieldingâ it would take a lot more to get him to agree to this.
âI was like three days away from turning eighteen, sweetheart.â Chan loosened his grip on your wrists just to squeeze them once more before letting go. âYou were thirteen.â
âThirteen and a half, hyungnim.â You corrected and pinched his cheek. Closing his eyes, Chan pressed his tongue against the inside of his other cheek, resulting in a slight bulge of the skin of his cheek. If he only knew how crazy that little gesture made you.
âDoesnât make it any better. You were a child. Itâs wrong.â
But Chan had let go of your wrists. He had his arms crossed over his chest, staring up at you, legs spread to let you stand between them comfortably. He hadnât kicked you out of the room, he hadnât cursed you out, he hadnât pushed you away. Not to mention the unmistakable bulge in his pants directly in front of you.
âYouâre hard,â you whispered, kneeling down in front of him. Your face was only inches away from the tent in Chanâs pants before he stood up, his chair shooting back behind him.
âY/N.â You hated that tone in Chanâs voice. It sent shivers through your entire body. It took all the courage in you to look up at him, finding your leader looking down at you with the worst expression on his face possibleâ disappointment. Your heart sank as you fell fully to the floor, your legs bending on either side of you.
âHyung, Iâmââ
âSave it,â Chan muttered under his breath, covering his mouth with his hand, eyes shut. âIâm going to the toilet, and when I come back in here, you better be gone. Got it?â
You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded. Then, aloud: âYes, hyung,â since his eyes were still closed.
Chan left you on his bedroom floor and didnât look back. You didnât want to test him, to see another look on his face that would haunt you for months. You picked yourself up and locked the door behind you as soon as you stepped into your bedroom, leaning back against the door.
Chan had been hard. There was no denying it. But he still had rejected you, still had said âno,â still had refused your advances. But you had barely touched himâ he couldnât have gotten hard just from that. He wanted it. He wanted you. Surely.
â will you dream of me?
i'll always dream of you â
He started avoiding you when he could. He stuck to his room at home and stayed in the studio as long as he possibly could every night. Whenever cameras were off, he was as distant as possible. STAYs would know something was up if he kept his distance on cameraâ those times quickly became the only chances you had to spend time with him.
âHyung,â you whispered to him, the both of you cuddled on the couch behind Felix and Changbin playing Tekken. The four of you were in Stray Kidsâs assigned room at Music Bank, waiting your turns to get your makeup done. The others had finished getting dolled up and were getting dressed out of the room.
Chan had made no indication that he heard you, so you pressed further. âHyung~â Swinging your legs across his lap, you sat on top of him, circling your arms around his neck.
It was easy to fluster Mr. Bang Chan. The easiest thing any of the members could do. All it took was a touch or two, an inch of your skin touching his, a whispered promise of something more. You chose to do it all, on the couch behind two of your other hyungs, fully on camera for all of STAY to seeâ if the clip were to make it into the video, that was.
Both of you were wearing shorts, so the skin of your thighs was resting squarely across his knees. You could feel his skin under yours burning hotter than the core of the sun. Looked up, just to find Chanâs face burning just as warm. He was looking you in the eyes, his own blown wide. His bottom lip switched between quivering in an attempt to speak and being held back by his teeth.
âDo I finally have your attention, hyung?â You whispered, nudging your nose against his jaw. You didnât need to open your eyes to know he was clenching it.
âWeââ Chanâs voice got caught in his throat, being thrown into a coughing fit. Felix and Changbin were between rounds and Felix quirked an eyebrow up at Chan. You waved him off, shifting one hand to gently pat Chanâs back as he choked out coughs.
Once Felix and Changbinâs attention was back on the screen, you turned to Chan again. âWhatâs wrong, hyungie?â Under your breath, you whispered up to him, smiling as Chan met your gaze.
âUp. Now.â That tone again. Not fully disappointment, but just a couple paces shy. You knew better than to defy him.
Chan followed you up. Once he was certain the two of you were off camera, his hand was secured around your wrist. He yanked you out of the waiting room, past where Minho was getting his makeup done, into a staff bathroom. He shut the door behind you, locking it, leaning against it with his eyes narrowed up at you.
âWhat do I need to do to get you to start behaving, hm?â Chan crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side as he leaned back against the door. You were completely trapped. Youâd be gladâ if it werenât for the faint hint of anger behind Chanâs deep brown eyes.
âFuck me,â you contested. âFuck me, and Iâll behave.â
Chan closed his eyes and nodded down at the ground. Then: slowly, calculated, took a step towards you. He kept taking steps towards you until your back hit the sink. He pressed his body against yours, pinning you against the marble digging into you from behind.
âWhy me?â You couldnât meet his eyes. Yours were locked on his chest, the tantalizing inch of skin visible between his collarbones. It didnât last long, avoiding him. Less than two seconds had passed since Chan had spoken up before he grabbed your jaw in his grip. The air was punched out of your lungs instantly.
âHyuââ You attempted to protest just for Chanâs hand to shift up, covering your mouth fully. He forced your face up to look him in the eye.
âThatâs better,â Chan cooed, gently squeezing your face in his hand. âLook me in the eye when you speak to me, âkay?â Fuck, did he sound hot like this. If you had any less self control, youâd be rock hard trapped between Chan and the sink.
He soon let go of your face and you felt yourself involuntarily following his touch. You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand back to your lips, pressing it against your mouth, kissing his palm with your eyes fluttering closed. You could feel his pulse under your fingers, racing too fast to be safe or healthy. You kissed up his palm to his wrist, up his arm, pulling him closer.
When you opened your eyes, you were met with Chanâs face just inches from yours. He stared up at you with his lips slightly parted, eyes flitting between your lips and eyes, as if he couldnât decide what to zero in on.
âWhy you?â You repeated his question, leaning down to nudge his nose with yours. âYou, because youâre the only one I trust. Youâre the only one I want to take my virginity, hyung.â
Chan made a choked noise and pulled back, covering his reddening face with his hands. âNo, no, âm notââ He shook his head, retreating as far back as he could. As soon as his back hit the door again, he let out a punched whine. âWouldnât Innie be better? Heâs only a year older.â
You sighed and leaned back against the sink. âI donât want him to be my first. Heâs a little too freaky for me.â Chan laughed, peeking out from behind his fingers.
âAnd Iâm not?â He sounded a little defeated, as if he was upset at the implication.
âEvery single other member said you were the most vanilla of them all,â you mused. âSo⊠No, youâre not.â
âYouââ Chan sputtered, covering his eyes with his hands again. âYou talked about me with the kids? You talked about my sex life with the kids?â
âMore like all of your sex lives,â you argued. âI think every single one of you has fucked everyone else. I feel left out.â
Chan still couldnât look you in the eye. âIâm sorry. I didnâtâ We didnâtâ Fuck.â He rubbed circles into his cheeks with his palms, then covered his mouth and nose with his hands to look you in the eye. With his voice muffled, he continued: âWe didnât want to include you when you made no indication you wanted more. âM sorry. I wouldâveââ
âYou wouldnât have done anything,â you interrupted. You could see Chanâs face fall even with half of it covered. âYouâre the one rejecting me, even now, when Iâm coming directly to you.â
âThen, let me rephrase.â Chan squeezed his eyes shut, taking in a deep breath behind his tented hands. âThe others wouldâve helped you to not feel left out. Iâm sorry we excluded you for so long; if you ask any of them, Iâm sure theyâdââ
âI donât want any of them, hyung,â you interrupted again. Chan just sighed in response, parting his hands to push against his cheeks, rubbing his face. âI just want you,â you repeated.
âI said âno,â honey.â Chan crossed his arms over his chest. âIâm sorry. But, no.â
âThen why were you hard?â You pushed, stepping closer. Chan clenched his jaw and braced himself against the door as you took another step. âWhy did you just do that earlier? Flirting with me? Putting your hand over my mouth? Staring at my lips?â
By the time you finished asking your questions, you were standing directly in front of him, almost like how Chan had you pinned against the sink just minutes before. At least you had the decency to not press your body against his like heâd done.
âY/N.â Chan scolded you, looking up at you through his eyelashes. âNo.â
âIâd believe you if you meant it, hyung,â you whispered, cupping his cheek with your hand. He instantly melted into the touch as his eyes fluttered shut, nuzzling his cheek further into your palm. âSee?â You chuckled under your breath, rubbing circles into his cheek with your thumb.
He let out a soft whine at the feeling of your skin against his. âY/Nââ
âYou know I always do what you ask,â you continued. Chan slowly opened his eyes to look up at you again. âYou know I listen to you. But I know youâre just doing what you always do.â Chanâs eyebrows furrowed, confused, and you rolled your eyes. âYou know what I mean.â
âI donât know, honey. Enlighten me.â
âYou never put yourself first.â Chan instantly sighed, his head falling to look down at the floor beneath himself. âYou never let yourself have what you want. You put everyone else first and you never once think about yourself. Am I wrong?â
âYouâreââ Chan hissed, clenching his teeth together. âYouâre not wrong,â he muttered through gritted teeth.
âWhat do I have to do,â you whispered as you lifted his face by his chin, âto get you to say âyesâ to me?â
You had never seen that expression on Chanâs face. He looked⊠well, pathetic was the nicest way to put it. He looked like heâd shatter if you said anything even slightly mean. âI donât know.â Chanâs voice cracked and his eyes instantly flooded with tears at the lump in his throat. âI donât know, Y/N.â
You cupped his face with both of your hands, thumbs catching the tears as they escaped. âTell me you want me, and Iâll do the rest. Say you want this, and you wonât have to worry anymore or avoid me.â
You had kissed Chan more times than you could recall. Living with him, it was near impossible to go a full day without your lips touching his own at least once. But, now, it held too much weight to kiss him fully. Instead, you pressed your lips to his forehead, trailing kisses down his nose, leaving one to both of his cheeks.
âCome to my room tonight.â You kissed the shell of his ear and he shivered. âPlease.â
âI will,â Chan responded instantly, chewing on his bottom lip as you pulled away. âI promise. But whaââ
A knock on the door behind Chan had you both jumping out of your skin. Chanâs arms shot to wrap around your waist as he pushed himself away from the door.
âHyung? Y/N-ie? Are you in there?â Minho. He must have seen you and Chan walk by earlier.
âY-Yeah, we are,â Chan responded, his arms still secured around your waist. Minho groaned on the other side of the door.
âI donât wanna know. But itâs Y/N-ieâs turn to get his makeup done, so get out.â
You heard him walk away from the bathroom and turned to Chanâ his face was scarlet red.
âCome on,â you chuckled. âLet me go, I gotta get ready, hyung.â Chan blinked rapidly as he realized he was still clinging to you and let go, giving you space.
âOkay. Okay, yeah. Iâll see youââ Chan bites his bottom lip and looked up to you. âIâll see you tonight.â
âSee you tonight, hyung.â With one last kiss on his cheek, you unlocked the staff restroom and gave Chan one last smile before you went off to the room where Minho had been.
â when it seems hard to breathe
let me know what you need
i'm always here for you âÂ
Chan kept sneaking looks at you. In the waiting room, after youâd gotten your makeup done and he was waiting for his turn. Backstage, when every member was dressed (finally) and ready to go on stage. Even during the performance, when you were in front of him on stage, when he thought you wouldnât notice. But his eyes lingered on you even when you were looking.
Stray Kidsâ stage was the last of the day. Not even five minutes after youâd left the platform, everyone was ushered back on for the announcement of who had won. You didnât have a chance to talk to Chan during that break, but it didnât seem to matter. The second you were back on that stage, he was right behind you.
But he knew better than to be too affectionate. He didnât hug you from behind like he usually would, but instead placed his hands on your hips and squeezed to the beat of the music booming through the overhead speakers. Chan pressed his lips to the back of your neckâ not fully kissing, just resting his lips there and breathing in your scent softly.
Stray Kids won Music Bank that day. You could feel Chanâs smile against your skin. He still didnât let go of your hips, and followed you with his hands glued to your waist as you walked across the stage to stand with the others to accept the trophy.
âSomeoneâs clingier than usual~â Felix giggled as he hugged you from the front. Sandwiched between the Aussies, you chuckled back.
âYou have no idea, Lixie-hyung,â you whispered as he pulled away. âBe glad you arenât going to be at our place tonight.â Chan giggled into your neck and wrapped his arms around youâ tight, not tight enough to hurt, but just enough for you to know you werenât getting out of his hold anytime soon.
Felixâs eyes narrowed as he looked between you and Chan, slowly putting the pieces together. A flash of recognition behind his eyes, followed by the cheekiest smirk he could muster. âFucking finally.â
â won't you fall for me like i fell for you
love so strong, sing along â
You missed living with everyone. It was hectic, the nine of you living under one roof, four or five people to a roomâ you had been at least lucky enough to live in the room of four, so everyone had their own bed instead of someone stuck on the floor like the other room. Everyone had had little to no privacy; one bathroom for nine young men shouldnât have been legal.
And yet, you missed it. You missed seeing everyone every day. It was easy enough to invite a few of them over, but near impossible to set up anything with every member. At least the new dorms had placed you with Chanâ hell had opened up and invited you in when you had been placed in the cutiesâ dorm instead of Chanâs when the group had been split in two.
For the first time since moving in with just Chan and Jeongin, you were glad you didnât live with anyone else. You didnât make it two steps into the shared apartment before Chan had his lips on yours. He devoured you like you had been cooked specifically to his tastes, explicitly to please his taste buds. Maybe you had been.
Chan pressed deeper and deeper. You werenât nearly strong enough to fight back, so you let him consume you. You let him press into you, stepping back a step at every press of his tongue against yours.
âBaby,â Chan gasped against your lips to catch his breath. You didnât know when it had happened, but you were pinned down on the couch. He had walked you backwards, through the foyer, past the kitchen, into the living room. âBaby,â Chan repeated, his heated breath fanning across your lips. âI need you.â
You giggled. âHere?â
Chan pressed his lips to your neck, nudging his nose against your jaw. âPlease. I canât wait any longer. I need you, now.â
You sighed, pretending to be upset, âYouâre going to take my virginity on the couch? Where Ayen-hyung could walk in and see us?â
He froze. Chan lifted up out of your neck and looked at you with the guiltiest expression youâd ever seen. âShit, Iâ I forgot, Iâm sorry, letâsââ Chan scrambles up and rubs his face like he was putting on moisturizer. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, honey, Iââ
You laughed and stood up in front of him, cupping his face in your hands. âHyungie, itâs okay, Iâm joking.â Chan melted in your arms and buried his face in your shoulder.
âStill, âm sorry, I didnât mean toââ
âI wouldâve let you fuck me in that bathroom, hyung.â Chan barked out a laughâ you could feel his face warming up against the skin of your shoulder. âI mean it! Iâd let you fuck me anywhere. But I wanted to do it right. To have my first time with you in the comfort of our own home.â
Chan pressed his lips to yours. Again, just like before, he pushed and pushed deeper. He led you to your bedroom, closed the door behind him, guided you to lay on your back. Chan kissed your neck softly, fleetingly, like youâd bruise if he used the slightest bit of pressure.
âYou can hurt me,â you whispered. Chanâs lips froze against your pulse point. âI know you wouldnât, actually,â you continued, âbut you can be rougher with me. The others said you were gentle even at your roughest. So I trust you.â
Chan huffed against your neck. âI hate that you talked to the others about my sex life. About what Iâm like in bed.â You wriggled under him, trapped completely under his weight.
âI just wanted to know what itâd be like ahead of time. I didnât want to go in blind,â you explained softly, resting your hand on the back of his head, buried in his curls. âYou wouldnât have told me anything if Iâd asked you, anyways.â
Chan whined into your neck. âI⊠I guess youâre right. But I donât knowâ What did they say about me?â
âDo you want to know what all of them said? Every single one of them?â
Chan just whined again. âYou talked to ALL of them? Y/N-ieâŠâ
âOk, to be fair,â you whispered as you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head, âI talked to Minho and Jisung separately, and they offered up the information. Then they apparently told Felix, who obviously told everyone else. I didnât ask anyone outright, they came to me instead.â
âBut you still listened to what they said.â You didnât need to see Chanâs face to know he was pouting.
âIâve wanted your dick in me since I wasâ what, sixteen? Yeah, I listened.â
âYouâre going to kill me. You know that, right?â
âYou can die after youâve fucked me. Okay?â
Chan sank his teeth into your neck and you felt your heart skip far too many beats to be healthy. You made a noise you didnât know was possibleâ to your own ears, it sounded like a wounded cat. You didnât want to know how pathetic it sounded to Chanâs.
âDeal.â Chan pressed his lips gently against where heâd just bitten, which you swore was an open wound by now. âBut I wonât fuck you until youâve told me exactly what the kids said about me.â
âMinho and Jisung had the same things to say, since, I mean,â you hesitated and took a deep breath. âA threesome? I never wouldâve pegged you as the type.â
Chan giggled and pressed one, two, threeâ four kisses to your neck, before replying: âWasnât the first, wonât be the last.â
Something deep within you ignited with that answer, but you buried it deeper down. You would deal with that another time.
âBut. Yeah.â Taking in a deep breath, you continued. âThey said you were so sweet and gentle. That it kinda made them self-conscious about how, likeâŠâ You trailed off, trying to find the right phrasing. âTheir word was âbrutal,â if I remember correctly. You made them feel bad about how⊠âbrutalâ they usually were with each other. Minho said they were only gentle and soft with each other for a month after hooking up with you because you showed them how nice it was just to be tender.â
Chan was oddly silent. He hadnât made a sound as you were speaking, and hadnât said anything in the full minute since youâd stopped.
You waited another minute with your fingers running through his curls before you spoke up. âHyung? You okay?â
Chan hummed into your neck. âJust⊠Keep talking. About the others. Please.â
âChangbin said youâd stop every couple of seconds to check in with him.â You giggled, ruffling his hair. âYouâd stop and be like, âAre you okay,â and âIs this okay,â and âCan I do this,â on and on and on. Like Changbin didnât want to eat you alive in any way possible.â
He whined in response, mumbling into your neck. âIt was his first time, too. I didnât want to do anything wrong.â
âHow many peopleâs virginity have you taken, Channie-hyung?â You teased, gently tugging at his hair.
âNo comment.â He bit down again on your neckâ thankfully, in another place. You pretended like that wasnât the last straw to make you rock hard under the fancy pants the stylists had put you in. âWhat did Seungmin say?â
âHe didnât say anything, really. He said he couldnât recall anything because he fell so deep into subspace with you. He said heâd never felt so comfortable before to just let go.â
Chan nodded and peppered kisses to the second wound heâd left on your neck. âI thought heâd be a brat, but he was so sweet. He took it so well.â Your cock throbbed. You knew Chan was a dom, but hearing him say things like thatâ fuck. It did something to you. âAnd Hyunjin?â
âHe said he begged you the entire time to be rougher. And you just got one percent rougher, never enough, never what he wanted.â You paused, trying to remember exactly what Hyunjin had said. âThen he said something, like, that you were always a perfectionist but you couldnât seem to perfect fucking him; that youâd push him in the studio but not in bed, and he shouldâve just gone to Changbin instead. Then you fucked him into the mattress and he was limping for a week.â
Chanâs face was burning as strong as a flameâ you could feel it through the fabric of your shirt. âAnd Jeongin?â He asked, his voice quiet.
âInnie-hyung said you were so flustered. Kinda like you are now. That it was so hard for you to actually get started, but when you didâŠâ You scrunched up Chanâs curls and kissed his head again. âHe said it was the best sex of his life.â
Chan let out a long sigh. âHeâs just saying that. He doesnât mean it.â
âOh, no, he means it,â you assured him. âHe said he couldnât get it up for three months without thinking of you.â
Chan made a sound like heâd been punched. âC-Come on, he didnât say that.â
âHe did, I promise,â you whispered, watching Chan as he pulled up out of your neck. His face was redder than you had ever seen it, and you had been there when he had gotten drunk the night of the last survival show episode and had fallen asleep in Brianâs lap. âYou can ask him if you donât believe me.â
âI will never speak to him again,â Chan joked, nuzzling his nose against yours. âI think Iâm okay with what they said. I thought itâd be worse, but, yeah.â
Chan was hovering directly above you, his lips only centimeters from yours. âYou didnât ask about Felix. Hyung, you didnât forget about Felix, did you?â
He shot up off of you, tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. âFuck,â he giggled and slowly rose to his feet, flustered at his own reaction. âI, uhm, donât need to know what he said. Itâs okay.â
âHe said,â you started, ignoring him. âYou were such a good boy for him. He saidââ Chan jumped forward to push his palm against your mouth, but you caught his wrist just in time. âHe said you sobbed and begged for his cock and you only sobbed more once he finally pushed inside of you. He said you were tighter than anyone heâd ever had.â
Chan collapsed onto the bed next to you, defeated. âI think I want to die now. Sorry, I donât think weâre having sex. I can feel my life ending. It was nice knowing you.â
Laughing, you cuddled into his side and laid your head on his shoulder, ear directly above his heart. Youâd never heard a pulse that quick. âIf you die before I do, Iâm killing myself the same day. Youâre not getting away from me that easily.â
Chan huffed. âIâll kill you if you kill yourself.â
âThat makes two of us, then.â You pressed a kiss to his chest. His heart only raced even faster. You were starting to be genuinely concerned for his health. âHyung, are youââ
âI need to fuck you in the next five minutes or Iâm going to explode.â
You laughed and sat up, throwing your shirt off onto the floor. âThen have me.â You didnât need to tell Chan twice.
He pressed you into the bed underneath him and visibly melted as you let out a quiet whimper for him. Chan slipped an arm under your back, holding you against him as he peppered kisses to your neck. âGonna make you feel so good,â he whispered into your shoulder, licking and biting small marks into your skin. You always had bruised easily, which Chan knew all too well. For once, you were thankful for the abundance of turtlenecks in your closet.
âHyung,â you gasped at a particularly harsh brush of his teeth against your skin. âHyung, âm so hard, please, hurtsââ Chan licked a stripe from your collarbone to your earlobe, pressing a kiss to the skin behind your ear.
âHow do you want me to make you cum, baby boy?â Dragging his lips down your body, he pressed kiss after kiss from your ear to your stomach.
âThoughtââ Your voice got caught in your throat as Chan sucked a mark into your hip. Praying that he didnât feel your cock jump in your pants, you continued: âThought you needed to fuck me in the next five minutes or youâd die. What happened?â
Chan chuckled into your lower stomach and pressed kisses lower and lower. âI said Iâd explode, not die. Get it right, honey.â
âWell, sorry,â you huffed, âI canât think too great when my dick is hard enough to bend metal.â
That was the worst thing you couldâve possibly said. Or maybe the bestâ it was hard to decide when less than a second after you said it, Chanâs hand was on your dick.
âHyungâ!â
âShh,â Chan kissed the waistband of your boxers, peeking out above your pants. His hand palmed you through your pants, expertly undoing the button without having to look. Unzipping your pants and sinking his teeth into the fabric of your boxers, he pulled down your pants and underwear with ease. âSo, so pretty, baby.â
Within seconds, you were completely naked with your head propped up by pillowsâ just in order to watch Chan as he wrapped his hand around your aching cock. âHyungieâŠâ You subconsciously tried to cover yourself with your legs, but Chan pinned your thighs down.
âDo I need ankle cuffs, little one? Are you not going to behave for me?â You whimpered and let your legs drop and relax, chewing on your bottom lip to prevent any more embarrassing noises from escaping. Chan smiled and pressed a kiss to the base of your cock. âGood boy.â
âWâWanna cum on your cock, please,â you begged. Chan nodded and pressed another kiss to your tip, a kiss to each of your balls, a kiss to the inside of your thigh.
âWhereâs your lube, pretty?â It took all the strength in your body to fumble with the nightstand next to you, attempting to open it yourself. Chan chuckled and slipped off of the bed. He slapped your hand away to open the drawer himself and pulled out a personal bottle of water-based lube, unopened. âHm? Do you not use lube?â
You hesitated to answer. If you told him the truth, he might stop everything there. He might not want you anymore. âI just, uhm.â You wracked your brain for an excuse, a lie that Chan would actually believe. âI finished the last one last night, mhm.â
Chan was already between your thighs again, spreading your legs apart to settle between them. âYouâre a horrible liar, Y/N,â he hummed as he slowly opened the bottle. âAre you going to tell me the truth, or do I have to force it out of you?â
You covered your face with your hands. Fuck. Chan would know if you lied to him again. May as well take the chances of Chan possibly not wanting you anymore versus him doing whatever he thought would force the information out of you.
âIâve never used lube,â you confessed. Prayed he wouldnât ask more.
Chan just laughed. âHm, so you leak enough that you donât need it when you jerk off?â
âY-Yeah.â It was the truth. But that didnât make it any less embarrassing to admit.
âWhat about when you use a toy? Or finger yourself? Do you just use your pre?â
Fuck. There was no way of getting out of it. âI, uhmâŠâ You took a deep breath, grounded yourself. âI donât.â
Chan had been coating two fingers with lube when you responded and he immediately stopped. âYou donât?â
âIâve neverâŠâ Again, you hesitated. He already stopped. He could stop everything.
Like he could hear your thoughts, he placed his clean hand on your thigh. âHey, honey, please. Talk to me, okay? I need to know this.â
You nodded, face still covered with your hands. âIâve never had anything inside of me. Not even my finger. I was too⊠Nervous to try. I havenât tried.â
At some point, you didnât know when or how, Chan had wiped his hand clean of lube. He sat you up in bed, propped you against the headboard, and sat in front of you. Youâd never been so self consciousâ sitting naked in front of your leader, your oldest hyung, your biggest crush for as long as you could remember, all while he was fully dressed. In your bed. At an ungodly hour of the night.
âY/N,â Chan started, slowly. âI donât think we should do this.â
Your heart sank. There it was. You had known this was going to happen, you had known he was going to stop everything, you had known he wouldnât fuck you if he had known how much of a virgin you really were.Â
This wasnât going to happen. You shouldâve known. You shouldnât have held any hope, you shouldâveâ
âBut I still want to.â Chanâs voice brought you back. âI still want to,â Chan repeated, sitting closer to you. âBecause you want this. I know you want this. And Iâve never wanted anything more in my life than to be with you. So I still want to. Do you forgive me for still wanting you?â
You lunged forward and hugged Chan with all of your strength. Giggling, he let you push him down, your bare body laying atop his entirely clothed body, not even a sock discarded.Â
âI need you naked, now,â you breathed out between kisses to his face, âor Iâm going to die from embarrassment.â Chan giggled again and kissed your nose.
âYes, sir. Get off of me, and Iâll put on a show, yeah?â
Chan did just that. You propped yourself against the headboard again, and with a playful wink, Chan began to take off his clothes. One button after another, achingly slow, his shirt was finally on the floor after the longest minute of your life. Youâd never seen anyone take off their socks before their pantsâ but, hey, Chan was perfect enough to overlook that small fault.
But he took a little too long to undo his belt. Then even longer to unbutton and unzip his pants. He froze at the foot of your bed, thumbs dipped into the waistband of his pants, eyes locked on the comforter adorning your bed underneath you.
âHyung?â You asked softly. He still didnât budge. âHyung, are you okay?â
âIâŠâ He trailed off, his mouth opening and closing without a sound. Then, after a minute of quiet mumbles: âIâve never shown you my dick.â
It was in that moment that you realized that too, for the first time. You had seen every other memberâsâ well, memberâ in showers, or accidentally walking in when someone was changing, or that time Hyunjin had needed advice taking dick pics, or the time Felix had flashed you during Mafia to try to make you laugh. But you had never seen Chanâs. He was notorious for walking around without clothes on, but he was never without his boxers. You had never seen his dick.
âThatâs okay,â you assured him. It didnât matter. His size didnât matter. You wanted it inside of you regardless of what it looked like. âI donât care.â
âNo, I, wellâŠâ Chan brought a hand up from his pants to cover his mouth, then his eyes, then to rub his temples. âIt might be easier just to show you.â He took off his pants and underwear with one dip of his thumb under his boxers, throwing them aside. It was the hottest thing youâd ever seen him do, and his face had just been between your thighs minutes ago.
But you werenât given the grace to admire the sexiness of his swiftness for very long. Your eyes had been following his hands, and they stayed focused on his hands untilâ oh.
Chan was big. Like, monstrously big. So big that you couldnât possibly imagine it fitting inside of you, and Felix had told you that thing about two racoons on your 20th birthday. Chan couldnât possibly fit inside of you. There was no way in hell.
âI know what youâre thinking,â Chan whispered, scratching the back of his head. âItâll fit. I just⊠Need to prep you for a while. I promise it wonât hurt.â
âI think youâre as thick as my arm, Iâm pretty sure itâll hurt.â
Chanâs face burned bright red. âIt wonât. You heard first-hand from the others. I didnât hurt any of them, did I?â
âWell, Iââ You couldnât think of a good enough comeback. Your voice was stuck in your throat as you watched Chan wrap his fingers around his cock, pumping twice. You watched in awe as he stiffened slightly, coming to a horrifying realization: he wasnât hard. âHyung,â you finally managed. âHyung, youâre going to actually kill me if that goes inside of me.â
Chan paused, a flash of fear behind his eyes. âWe can stop. We donât have to do anything. I donât mean to pressure you.â
You found yourself nodding, agreeing with himâ before thinking about it for another second. Yes, you were scared. Youâd never had anything inside of you before. But this was Chan. Your Chan. You trusted him more than anyone, anything. You knew heâd be gentle.
You had to have your first time someday. You had always wanted it to be Chan, and there he was. Why in the world would you say ânoâ when youâd come this far?
âI donât want to stop,â you responded after a minute of contemplation. âI want you. Just⊠Gentle. Please.â
âI wouldnât have you any other way,â Chan whispered back. Within seconds, he was on top of you again, pressing his lips to your neck. You smiled and rested your head back on the headboard.
âYou kiss my neck an awful lot,â you teased. âAre my lips just not as enticing?â
Chan pulled away from your neck and lifted your head up by your chin. âIâm trying to leave as many marks as possible.â He kissed your nose, then pressed his lips to yoursâ held them there, smiled against your lips, whispered: âThe kids need to know youâre mine, and only mine.â
âSo you can fuck them, but I canât?â You whispered back against his lips. He kissed you again, biting your bottom lip as he pulled away.
âExactly. Good boy, youâre starting to get it.â Chan kissed down your chest, pulled you down to lay on your back, settled between your legs.
âYouâre oddly possessive with me, hyung. Do you have something to tell me?â You felt Chanâs lips curve into a smile against your stomach. He kissed your skin there before lifting up to look you in the eye.
âYou belong to me. Youâre not allowed to have sex with anyone besides me. Get it?â
You would usually contest; but with the way Chan was looking at you, you couldnât imagine ever defying him. So you nodded, saying: âYes, sir.â
Chan seemed satisfied with that response. He kissed both of your inner thighs as he guided your legs apart so he could comfortably lay between them. âAre you ready, darling?â Chan held back a chuckle as he saw your cock jump at the pet name.
âIâm ready, hyung,â you whispered back. Chan kissed your thigh and grabbed the lube againâ coated his pinkie finger with it, leaned down to kiss your hole softly. God, youâd never felt something like that before.
Then he pressed his finger inside of you. He stopped with just his fingertip inside, then trailed his free hand up to find yours. Chan squeezed your hand in his, rubbed patterns into the back of your hand with his thumb. âEase up, my love,â Chan whispered. âItâs okay. Itâs just me.â
You nodded and closed your eyes. This was strange, weird, foreignâ to have something inside of you this way. Odd, but⊠Pleasant. It felt good. It felt good because it was Chan.
Chan let out an appreciative hum and pressed his finger in deeper. You could feel the ridges of his skin, his fingernail jarring but somehow comforting, his knuckles easing your rim open more as they pushed inside. He eased it back and forth, pushing in slightly deeper each time, squeezing your hand softly at every rock of his hand.
âIâ I think you can do more,â you breathed out. Your voice had never been so small, so uncertain, so raw. You let out a pitiful whine as Chan pulled out of you, pulling his hand out of yours as well. âHyungâŠâ
âSorry, honey.â Chan sounded like a kicked puppy. He probably looked like one, tooâ but you couldnât muster the courage to open your eyes to check. âItâs hard to lube up with one hand. Iâll hold your hand again in a second, yeah?â
âYeah,â you repeated his words. âYeah, okay.â
Before you knew it, his hand was in yours again. You braced yourself as you felt a finger at your rim again, this one slightly thicker than the last. But your eyes were still closed, and you didnât have the strength to change that, so you took a deep breath and eased up, loosened your body for him. For Chan.
He pushed the unknown finger into you and your breathing stopped. It was a massive stretch, and Chanâs finger was barely inside of you yet. He mustâve sensed something was wrong, because he stilled his finger. âYou okay?â
You nodded, gasping for air as you slowly got used to the intrusion. âYeah, sorry, justââ Slowing your breathing, you calmed yourself down: In, hold, out. In, hold, out. âBig. Itâs big, hyung.â
Chan squeezed your hand and kissed your inner thigh. âI know, honey. You said you could take more, so I tried my middle finger. Is it too much?â
Shaking your head, you squeezed his hand back. âNo, no, itâs okay, just wasnât prepared. Didnât know what to expect. âM okay.â
Chan kept his lips against your inner thigh, pressing soft kiss after kiss. âYouâre doing so well, my baby, so perfect,â he whispered as he pressed his finger deeper into you. Your eyes shot open at the burn, looking down at Chan between your thighs.
Fuck. Chan was always so beautiful, disastrously so. But between your thighs, he looked prettier than youâd ever seen him. His eyes closed, his nose resting against your thigh, his lips pressed to your skin. Maybe it was a good thing that you had said you wanted to cum on his cockâ if he wrapped those lips around your dick for even half a second, you probably would cum instantly.
He looked so beautiful.
âHyungâŠâ
Chan instantly lifted his head, his eyebrows furrowing as he made eye contact with you. âHoney, whatâs wrong? Why are you crying?â
Crying? You werenâtâ
Then you heard a tear fall onto the pillowcase under your head. And another.
A third never fell, because Chan was pressing his lips to one cheek and his clean hand was wiping the other. âItâs okay, Iâm here; Itâs okay, my baby, my everything,â he whispered, his lips pressed to your cheek. You laughed once you realized his finger was still inside of you.
You felt Chanâs pout against your cheek before you even heard it in his voice. âThen why were you cryingâŠ?â
Chan was the worst at taking compliments. He loved being praised about his work, or his performances, or his songsâ but any praise about his looks or voice or personality would have him shutting down.
You considered lying for a second or two, before you remembered earlier when he had immediately called you out for not telling him the truth. âI didnât even realize I was crying,â you admitted. âI think I was crying because you looked so pretty. You look,â you corrected, âso pretty. Youâre beautiful.â
Chanâs finger twitched inside of you. Again, and you had lost count of how many times it had happened, you felt Chanâs face burn red with his blush. âThank you,â he whispered under his breath. âYou make me feel pretty.â
âI do?â You asked, breathlessly, as Chan pressed his finger deeper into you. You hadnât even realized it wasnât fully inside yet. âHow do I make you feel pretty?â
âI donât know, itâs likeâŠâ Chan trailed off. He was still moving his finger inside of you, rocking it back and forth, letting you get used to the stretch. It was funny, to have this heavy of a conversation, without either of you mentioning how he was still stretching your ass open. âThe way you look at me,â Chan continued after a few seconds of pressing his finger as deep as it could go. âI only see that look in your eye when you see, like, a cute puppy. Or the cherry blossoms that one day in Japan. You look like youâre on the verge of tears; your eyes get all glossy, but you smile like youâve just won ten League games in a row.â
âAnd I always look at you like that?â
âOnly when youâre not actively policing your expression, yeah. Usually you look at me like that.â
Chan didnât give you a chance to reply before he pressed a second finger at your rim. You tried to stop his hand from pushing in further, but at some point he had pinned both of your arms above your head. How that had happened without you being aware, you had no idea.
âDo you know the color system, honey?â Two of Chanâs slick fingers rubbed circles around your rim, pressing against it at every rotation of his wrist.
âYeah.â You held your breath. You knew he was asking in order to know your color, so you answered before he asked himself: âGreen, hyung. Iâll tell you if that changes.â
âGood boy.â Chan kissed your cheek again before pressing a finger into you and curling his fingertip to stretch your rim. The breath was punched out of you and you quickly sucked in another breath through your teeth. âYouâve got it, baby, itâs okay,â Chan assured you as he slid a second finger into your stretched rim.
It burned. An ache spread from between your legs, up to your chest. It wasnât a horrible painâ youâd definitely felt worse. But this was Chan. He wasnât going to hurt you. It was going to be worth it.
So you toughed it out. Sat with the pain as he eased you into taking two fingers. Then spread them wide to help accommodate a third finger. And a fourth.
A part of you cursed the other members for not telling you about this. Most of them had bottomed for him, right?â At least, thatâs what it sounded like from what they had told you. Were all of them used to taking monstrous sizes like Chan? Felix, you knew, wasnât a stranger to it. But he hadnât bottomed with Chan.
You hadnât been prepared for all of this, well, preparation. Maybe it would have been nice to know beforehandâ to know youâd be lying on your back for twenty minutes as Chan slowly fingered you open. Your cock was still aching, throbbing for moreâ it hadnât softened even slightly.
âAre you ready, honey?â
Blinking your eyes, refocusing, you found Chan kneeling between your legs. Heâd slipped a pillow under your hips, propping you up high enough for him. Andâ fuckâ he was hard. At least an inch longer than before.
You didnât feel like you were ready, even if your body physically was. This would change everything. Could you even look Chan in the eye again after this? Knowing what his cock felt like inside of you? Would that change be worth this?
âEverythingâs going to be okay.â Chan was at your ear again, kissing your cheek. Kissing your nose. Kissing your lips. âI promise. Itâs going to be okay. Do you trust me?â
âI trust you,â you replied instantly. You didnât even need to think about it first. Never needed to, not with Chan. Every single one of you trusted Chan with your lives. You could trust Chan with your virginity. âGreen, hyung.â
Chan pressed his hands to your asscheeks and spread them. Again, a strange feeling, having his hands on you like this. But you brushed it offâ his fingers had just been inside of you, after all. âI can see you clenching, honey,â Chan cooed. âLoosen up. Itâs just me.â
It was just Chan. It was just him. It was just your childhood crush, the leader of your group, the man who had given you a job and a career and this life. It was just Chan.
You eased up. Chan praised you, leaning down to kiss your nose, then your lips. âYouâve got this,â he assured you.
You were about to respond before you suddenly felt it at your rim. Chanâs cock was thicker than all four of his fingers combinedâ but he had spread them out, eased you open, stretched you out. You could do this.
When Chan pressed inside, you saw heaven. Youâd always figured heaven was different for every person, and that belief was confirmed in that moment: your heaven was the face Chan made with only the tip of his cock inside of you. His lips were slightly parted, his tongue right at the front of his mouth, peeking out slightly. You could tell he was fighting his smile, but he wasnât fully conscious enough to stop the corners of his lips from curling up. His dimples dug into his flushed cheeks, his ears bright red. Chanâs eyes were half-lidded, focused between the two of you, gaze boring a hole into where your ass and his cock met. His perfectly trimmed eyebrows furrowed, glints of makeup still sticking to his eyelids.
You had thought he was beautiful before, butâ this? This was something else. If you had any bit of strength left in your body, you would have taken a photo. But there was no way you could be normal about possessing a photo like that: you would make it your phone wallpaper, frame it, print it out into a photocard and place it into your phone case, iron it onto your pillowcase and kiss it goodnight every night. Yeahâ probably a good thing that your phone was across the room.
Chan pressed deeper in and you heard heaven. He was vocal in the gym, so you knew what his moans sounded likeâ but, fuck. Hearing them in this context for the first time⊠You vowed that you would do anything in your power to keep hearing him make those noises.
So you clenched around him. Chan fell forward with a weak whimper, hands finding purchase on your chest to ground himself. âF-Fuck, Y/N,â Chan choked out. âHoney, please, loosen up, youâre gonna kill meââ
âDid it on purpose, hyungie,â you whispered. You watched as Chanâs gaze darkened; his eyes narrowing, grimace morphing into a faint smile.
âI see,â he breathed out. You relaxedâ he wouldnât do that to you. It wasnât fair to torture him like this. âYouâre going to regret that.â
You jutted out your bottom lip and teased: âMm, doubt it, you wouldnât hurt me.â
Chan clenched his jaw. âTrue. But I might do something worse.â
âSomething worse?â You chuckled. âWhat could be worse than hurting mââ
He pressed his hips forward and bottomed out inside of you. You couldnât breathe, couldnât move, couldnât do anything but watch as Chan grounded himselfâ then smiled down at you. âYou okay? Aw. Poor little thing.â
With the last bit of air in your lungs, you attempted to protest, but couldnât get more than half a syllable out at a time. Coughing, shaking, tremblingâ you finally caught your breath. âYouâre so fucking evil.â
Chan laughed. âDonât test me right now, honey, I can make this so much worse for you.â You whined and reached forward, palming at his hand.
âSorry, sorry, âm sorry, please donât.â
Chan smiled and interlinked his fingers with yours. He leaned down and kissed your nose, whispered against your lips: âTold you that you could do it. Iâm completely inside of you, Y/N.â
You kissed back, burying a hand in his hair to hold him down against your lips. âI love you,â you whispered between kisses, voice barely there. âI love you so much. Thank you.â
A tear fell from Chanâs cheek to yours and he kissed you like it would be the last time. âI love you, too. So much.â
With his lips on yours and his hands on your cheek and waist, he started moving his hips. Rocking back and forth between your legs, his cock felt like it reached deeper and deeper every time his hips met yours. Heaven was real, and you didnât need to die to get there. All you needed was Chan in your bed.
Neither of you lasted long. At some point, Chan moved his hand from your hip to your cock, and you came almost immediately. As soon as your cum coated his fingers and the whine left your lips, Chan lost it. He picked up the pace and began thrusting shallowly, chasing his release, breathing into your mouth like you were his only source of oxygen.
âGonna cum,â he whimpered and slowed down. âWhereâ Where do youââ
âInside,â you breathed against his lips. âWeâre both clean. Please, need to feel you. Need to be full. Please, hyung.â
If Chan was anything at all, he was eager to please. He pressed his lips to your lips and his hips to your hips and came.
You decided then and there that the at the next possible chance, you wanted Chan to fuck you again. At any possible chance, really, for the foreseeable future. Being filled with Chanâs cock was already impossibly pleasant, but being filled with his cum, tooâ it was unlike anything youâd ever felt before. You finally understood the othersâ praises. Sex with Chan was incomparable.
âWas that okay?â Chan whispered after heâd finally caught his breath. âAre you okay?â
âIâ âWas that okay?â Are you fucking with me?â Chan pulled out of your neck and frowned down at you.
âIâm sorryâ I didnât last long, I can go again in a minute, justââ
âHyung.â You scolded, cupping his cheeks with your hands. âHyung, that was the best thing Iâve ever felt in my life. Shut the fuck up.â Chan laughed, held back a sob, kissed your forehead.
âThank god. You had me scared for a second.â
He pulled out of you and kissed your cheek as you whined at the sudden emptiness. Chan laid on the bed next to you, pulled you into his chest, and kissed your scalp. âMy baby,â he whispered into your hair, âwas it everything you had hoped for?â
You nodded, pressing your face in between his pecs. âYes, hyung. Everything and more. Thank you.â Chan ran a hand through your hair, resting his lips against your head.
âI love you,â he whispered.
âI love you more,â you replied instantly.
âI love you most,â he teased.
âIf you love me most, then let me fuck you next,â you teased back. Chan giggled.
âOkay. Letâs go, then.â Chan shot up and grabbed the lube from the foot of the bed, coating his fingers. âIâm ready if you are.â
You had been mostly joking. But seeing his eagerness, whether genuine or just for the bit, made you slowly start to harden again.
You snatched the lube from him and poured probably way too much onto your fingers. Chan watched you, fond as ever, as you settled between Chanâs thighs.
âDo you trust me?â You asked, chewing your bottom lip as Chan spread his legs for you to kneel between them.
Chan smiled, resting his hands behind his head.
âMore than anything. Do your worst.â
â when it seems hard to sleep
let me know what you need
i'm always here for you â
pairing: choi yeonjun x male reader
genre: angst, slight fluff at the end
w.c.: 1.05k
a.n.: this is my first fic hehehe i hope u like it
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there you lay, awake on the couch, waiting for the front door to open. it was the third time that week, your boyfriend, yeonjun, hadn't been home until after midnight. you'd been at least somewhat considerate and left the kitchen light on so it wasn't total darkness when he walked in.
the clock struck 1 am, still no signs of him. you were blowing up his phone. no response.
finally, he walked in. it was 1:39 am. you sat up and looked at him dead in the eyes. he was fifteen feet away and you could smell the alcohol lingering from his breath.
"where have you been?" you ask, deadpan. you turn on the lamp next to the couch.
yeonjun's eyes widen. "baby, i-" he stammers. "i didn't know you were awake..."
you roll your eyes. he walks closer and sits next to you on the couch, the cushion sinking beneath him. he tries to hug you. you refuse.
"what's wrong?" he asks.
you stay silent for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. "this is the third time this week, yeonjun." you say bluntly.
a confused look paints yeonjun's face, hiding his guilt. "third time doing what?" he acts clueless.
"who have you been with?"
he unzips his sweater, tossing it on the arm of the couch. so nonchalant. "was it the blonde this time? or the brunette?" you ask, again, trying to get an answer out of him. "baby, i don't know what you're talking about. i was out with taehyung and beomgyu."
"i know you're cheating, yeonjun."
the words finally come out. you can't get much of anything else out until the tears begin to form.
"w-what?" yeonjun stutters. he's in shock. although it's true, he doesn't want to admit.
"i've seen the texts, the pictures you send them." you still choke back tears. "i'm not stupid."
"i-" he pauses. "i don't know what to say." that's when the tears fall.
"you've been caught cheating and you don't know what to say?" you unknowingly raise your voice. "not even a sorry? don't you feel any regret?" one tear falls, then another.
"hey, hey. shhh, calm down." he tries to soothe you, but is interrupted.
"no, i'm done with your bullshit." you stand up but he grabs your wrist and forces you to sit back down. you pull your wrists away from him.
the room is silent for what feels like eternity. finally, he speaks up. "i'm sorry. i don't know what else i can say except that." he says, rubbing his eyes. "i can't express how sorry i am, truly." you roll your eyes again. "sorry that you were cheating? or that you got caught?"
that stung.
"sorry that i was cheating." he rubs his eyes again. "and i promise i won't do it again. i was being stupid and got too drunk." he looks at you, defeated and pouting.
"why should i give you a second chance?" you say.
"because, i love you. and i feel horrible. and i feel like a dick."
you scoff. "yeonjun, i've been staying up night after night, waiting for you to come home. wondering where you were, who you were with, if you were okay." you reply bitterly, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie. "i feel so stupid."
"you're not, i promise." he says. "if anybody's stupid, it's me. for getting too drunk and fucking random girls, for getting their numbers." he pauses for a moment, thinking of what to say. "for not thinking about you."
you say nothing. you're tired â tired of crying, of feeling worthless. he breaks the silence.
"to be honest, i couldn't think of much." he says. "i know, that doesn't excuse it. i walked in the door every night seeing you alone, asleep in bed. it made me hate myself."
"then why did you keep doing it?" you ask again, not keeping eye contact and instead looking at the tv.
"i felt like you kept pulling away. you barely touch me or even say you love me... i thought you were bored, so i just pulled away too." he says.
"i only started pulling away because i felt like you were too." you reply, still staring at the tv. "work became too busy for you and i guess i just felt... lonely."
yeonjun groans, but he wasn't annoyed. then he leans his back against the couch. "really, i'm so sorry. i don't know how much i can express it. i was being stupid and i don't know why i let myself do something so fucked up."
you look back at him, eyes bloodshot. tears begin to form again. "how do i know you're not going to do it again?" you ask. he stares at you with something in his eyes that you've never seen before. was it love? or regret? you didn't know.
"because..." he pauses. "because i really, really love you. and i don't want my stupidity to end our relationship." you lean back against the couch too.
"yeonjun, if i'm being honest," you begin. "that shit really hurts. i feel like i'm not good enough."
he stays silent to think for a moment. "but.. you are. more than that." he says, putting his hand on yours. "you are so much more than good enough. you are an amazing boyfriend and i couldn't ask for anything more."
you almost smile. almost.
"remember when you burnt your tongue on that soup i made you when you were sick?" he asks. "i want to create more memories like that with you. i don't want this relationship to end because of my shitty actions."
you finally turn to face him. "jun, if you want to fix this, it won't be quick. or easy."
his eyes light up with hope. "i know," he says, his hand still on yours. "but i really want this to work. i'll do whatever it takes. i love you."
there's a long silence after that, but you sigh and grab a blanket from nearby, lifting it up and motioning for him to slide under. he grins widely and scoots over to sit closer to you.
"don't expect me to forgive you in the morning." you mutter, your shoulder touching his.
