Summary: Bangchan in a bodysuit during the Run It M/V and Flora exe isn’t working🫠
Pairing: BangChan x 9th member black OC
Warnings: MDNI ‼️ dirty dirty thoughts [italics is Florentina thinking] marking, biting, oral (M rec), that’s about it !
Florentina feels disgusted.
Not like sick disgusted, not a clammy disgust not even nauseous…
But more so a “when I see this man, imma fuck the whimpers out of him” disgusted.
Smoke crawled across the floor like a living thing, dancers in white and black moved through the darkness. The director was yelling marks, the camera crew was adjusting angles, and the members were hyping each other up between takes.
Flora was supposed to be focused.
She stood near the monitor with her arms crossed, dressed in her own dark red and black performance outfit, her black and blonde streaked bob sleek around her face, makeup sharp enough to cut. She had been watching playback, checking angles, making sure the choreography hit with the same violence the song demanded.
The members are seen behind the scenes stretching, vocalizing and practicing dance moves, a certain member is lost in thought whilst looking in the distance.
Chan stepped onto set wearing that sheer black bodysuit beneath the leather layers, the bold swirling design catching under the lights. And Flora forgot every professional thought she had ever had. The way the mesh hugs his broad shoulders and the crafted tailored suit in vegan leather feature a "flesh-tearing" effect at the chest, as if human skin is torn open from the inside out.
His eyes found hers through the haze, and the corner of his mouth lifted like he knew. Like he could see her trying to keep her face neutral and failing miserably.
Flora looked away so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. The director called for places. The members, all adorned in their custom red and black outfits go to their spots and Flora is in the back leaving a spot open for Seungmin.
Chan moved into position, rolling his shoulders once as the music queued. The second the beat dropped, he transformed. His gaze sharpened, his movements hit hard, smooth and controlled, every gesture deliberate. The bodysuit and leather caught the light with every turn, making him look unreal, like he had stepped out of the darker half of the concept art.
Flora watched from behind the monitor, biting the inside of her cheek. Flora finally looked up at him fully.
Up close, the outfit was worse. Better. Worse because he knew exactly what he was doing, and better because she could see all the details now — the mesh, the black patterns, the leather, the way the whole look made him seem untouchable and yet standing right there, smiling at her like he belonged only to her.
“You look good,” she admitted, quieter this time.
Chan’s expression softened, the teasing melting just a little. “Yeah?” Flora rolled her eyes, trying to recover. “Don’t make me say it twice.” He laughed under his breath. “You don’t have to.”
Then, because he was evil, he leaned closer and adjusted one of the silver chains at her collar with gentle fingers.
Flora went still. The set noise faded for half a second. “You look good too,” he murmured.
Her confidence came back in a flash. Flora lifted her chin, eyes gleaming. “I know.”
Chan grinned. “There she is.”
The members take a break from doing their scenes and Flora internally groans because her brain won’t allow her to focus. She grips her phone tightly as thoughts were deafening and her body was shaking slightly at her dirty thoughts.
Those big plush lips, his broad shoulders, the long black claws that extended from his hands, the slutty mesh bodysuit that cling to his pale body, his pecs and nipples perk out, the leather custom jacket moves gracefully.
His hands, those big hands bejeweled with long black nails, a predatory gaze that pierces my brown eyes. His claws trace my skin, my body begging for release as his face presses to my neck leaving a barrage of red patches along the skin.
The jacket was long gone but the black bodysuit was now clearly visible to me as he walked towards me and holds my face, kissing me like I had been gone for so long. It was too much, the outfit, his piercings, his hands my body was burning up.
I pushed him off me and straddled his waist and kissed along his body, teasing him as I licked his body and the faint taste of Fendi cologne on my tongue as his groans echoed in the private room. The taste of the mesh on my tongue turns me on causing my panties to stick to my skin.
My thumb strokes the head of his cock, rubbing the precum as I bring my mouth closer. Chan can't help but release a small groan, eyes fixed on the me, taunting, waiting.
When I finally take him into my mouth, Chan moans, his head lolling back as he enjoys the feeling. "That's it, angel," he tells me, reaching down to grab at my head, helping me find a rhythm. "Just like that."
I take him so deep, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat much too easily. The feeling of me choking around him has Chris’s abdomen clenching, and a familiar sensation is growing in his balls- My hand snakes up to massage his most sensitive area while I continue practically gagging myself on his cock.
The sound is absolutely obscene, and Chan’s never heard anything so pretty. "If you keep sucking like that, I'm going to cum," he warns me, wanting to hold out to finish in needy cunt-
The way I suck on him even harder makes Chan think i want him to cum. I want him to release down my throat, want to swallow him up like the good girl I am. Again, who is he to deny you?
"Fuck, babe," he groans, orgasm rising even faster. "You're always so good for me."
I whimper loudly around his cock, stroking my tongue along the vein that runs the underside of his length while squeezing his balls, and that's all it takes for him to cum.
He lets out a grunt as he shoots his load down my awaiting throat, his brows knitted together in concentration and something close to overstimulation. He whispers my name, over and over like a mantra while I suck him dry, eager for every single drop he can give.
I pull off of him when he's done, staring up at him with eyes that reflect the dimly lit room. Then, i stick out my tongue, proving to him that I’d swallowed all he had to give.
Chan can't help but reach for me, lifting me back onto my feet so he can grab my face and press his plump lips against mine eagerly.
Flora exhaled slowly once he turned around. Her hands feel clammy and her forehead was sweaty as she adjusted her leather jacket.
Changbin appeared beside her with the worst timing possible. “You survived?”
Flora didn’t look at him. “Barely.” Han leaned in from the other side, grinning. “Should we call medical?”
Flora pointed at both of them without turning. “I will end you.” Across the set, Chan glanced back again.
Flora caught his eyes this time and didn’t look away.
And Flora, still warm from head to toe, smiled like she already knew this comeback and that damn bodysuit was going to ruin everyone.
