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Feb 17

bang chan and his daddy kink in 2026...

꒰ b. chan x fem!reader ꒱ tags: mdni! smut, daddy kink, idol!chan, soft!dom chan, fwb, mention of sexting, sex toys, lube, f. orgasm (multiple), masturbation (m. & f.), somnophilia, clit play, boob play, light choking, slight dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, like dubcon at first?? word count: ≈5.3k m. list ֺ 𓏲𝄢̣̣̥ taglist

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Chan has been thinking about it for quite some time... and lately it’s all that crosses his mind in the solitude of his nights, when he feels his needs rising and inevitably misses everything about you with a heated-wrenching feeling, he wonders... when was the last time you called him daddy while you were having sex?

It’s almost an automatic thought that he takes refuge in during long, heavy days of pure stress. Rehearsals, filming, traveling, overloaded schedules where he barely has time for himself at night when he just gets to “sleep” in his room... that’s why, when he’s alone, he can only think about human contact with someone other than a coworker or one of the members of his band, and that’s when you inevitably pop into Chan’s mind. Every single detail he already knows about you, like a map by heart.

You text each other quite often, but due to your schedules—especially his—it’s almost impossible for you to see each other. And, although it may sound bad... when he thinks of you, he thinks of sex. Chan is a very energetic and sexual person, and extremely organized, tidy, with clear thoughts; his time counted even when he’s supposed to be resting, so he always tries to organize everything that goes through his mind. He’s straightforward with you—sex and friendship, that’s all he’s looking for in this very busy period of his life; always a good time with you, one kind of time and company he misses madly right now. But he gets a little unhinged when he feels sexually frustrated and stressed—like this precisely moment—, and when night falls, his mind is flooded with images of you, always ready to help each other, relieving each other’s stress, enjoying the sweetest pleasure, your body on top of his or vice versa, the feel of your skin, your femininity, your mouth around him, sucking hard on every ounce of energy he so desperately wants to release.

That’s how you two work. But it’s been a while since you’ve seen each other.

And, clearly, it’s no surprise that he’s been quite frustrated lately. He’s alone; his hand isn’t enough, porn no longer satisfies him. Jeongin, also tired, is always hanging around in the apartment they share, so there’s no privacy. So he just thinks and fantasizes about you, mindlessly scrolling through social media to see what his fans think of him, trying to distract himself with anything he can in the little free time he has, and suddenly the question pops into his head—when was the last time you called him daddy in bed?

The thought is silly and even somewhat amusing at first. Chan must admit that he quite enjoys that little kink a little too much; it makes him feel even more dominant and authoritative. You know it. Everyone knows it. His fans assume it with considerable certainty.

But suddenly the thought is not so lighthearted, and he remembers that it has probably been months since he has enjoyed very dirty sex with you, moaning “daddy” over and over again. Lately, all your encounters have been hot, but normal, no roleplaying, no toys, just both of you using your bodies. But the memories don’t help him at all. He shudders and shifts uncomfortably, clearly aroused every time he relives those moments. He really needs you.

And then, that idea haunts him. He longs for the moment when he can be alone with you and feel you again. He buys you lingerie and new sex toys, and lives with his feelings on the surface, hoping that one day you can both play again just like before.

And that luck comes on a rather random day. Jeongin asks to finish his schedule earlier than expected, all the members agree, and Chan comfortably asks him:

“Are you going to the apartment to rest?”

Jeongin raises an eyebrow at his question, smiling with his typical innocent but mischievous smile, narrowing his eyes, and showing his teeth. He’s up to something, Chan knew it instantly, yet he simply tries to keep the conversation light.

“No. I have plans. I won’t be coming to the dorm today.”

That surprises and excites him a little at the same time.

“Oh yeah? What plans? Outside of schedule, right?”

“Yes, yes. Personal stuff.”

Chan examines him and can’t resist blurting out:

“You got a date? With who?”

“None of your business,” the younger one jokes.

Chan laughs, but doesn’t let his serious side go, always trying to keep up their image in order.

“Be very careful that you don’t get cau...”

“Caught. Yes, I know. I have everything under control.”

And from that moment on, Chan didn’t hesitate for a second to send you a message asking if you could come over to his apartment that night... since Jeongin wouldn’t be there.

Neither of you had plans to see each other so spontaneously, yet you confirmed as soon as you received the message because you knew exactly what it implied and meant. You had been teasing and had been needing each other for a long time.

And that day was no exception. The first thing Chan does after inviting you to his apartment is send you photos of himself at the gym, wearing his tight, slutty tank top, his very muscular and attractive figure on display, his veins showing, his impressive arms looking so deliciously tempting; him telling you that after the gym and taking care of a few things, you can meet up.

You can’t help but get a little turned on, you know how flirtatious he is, but you still fall for it every time. You rush out of work and return the favor—a rather provocative photo after getting out of the shower, telling him you’re getting ready to see him.

Both are incredibly eager to see each other, awakening every sense and desire for one another. However, just when Chan thinks his day at work is over, an unfinished business comes up that he must take care of. He believes it won’t take too long, and between his impatience and desperation, he encourages you, saying that you should go to his apartment anyway and that he’ll be there soon, and then you’ll be able to see each other. To tease you even more, he texts you the following, which makes your skin tingle.

Sweetie, go to my room when you get there Daddy has a surprise for you Something we’re going to have fun with later 😉 I can’t wait to see you, baby ㅠㅠ

You understand everything perfectly... It’s been a while since Chan called himself Daddy, and the memories of those times, the feelings still lingering in you, excite you even more. So... it is that kind of encounter.

So you go to his apartment, all dolled up for him. You know the key-code to get in, and you’re immediately embraced by the clean smell of his home. The apartment is spotless, even though Chan travels a lot, quite often, and normally you’d leave your suitcase there, a little mess because you know you’ll be leaving again anyway, but not for Chan. He’s very strict about order and cleanliness.

You walk around his apartment, certainly happy, somewhat skeptical that you are finally there, that at any moment he will walk through that door and you will see each other... you think about what you will do to him... about the small talk you’ll obviously have before even starting anything sexual, catching up on details of each other’s lives that you haven’t mentioned in messages, and finally, you’ll both slowly get closer, letting the tension consume you... and so, your first big desire is to give him head, to suck his cock hard, keeping your body sensitive, excited, your mind, mouth, and hands terribly busy... that’s what you want right now and couldn’t wait for it.

Finally, you head to his room, impatient to see what you might find, but at first glance there was nothing but his perfectly tidy room.

That’s when you let him know you’ve arrived at his room and, somewhat indecisive, you decide to play his little game of seduction, calling him daddy at the end of the message.

Chan’s ears turn red as he reads your message at the company building, then smiles, and quickly replies that you should check his closet and the drawer in the dresser next to his bed. You obey him and are surprised to see a box of pink lingerie and a drawer full of new vibrators and dildos. Your reaction is to let out a little laugh as you think about how perverted he has become with you, but impatience returns as you realize once again that he would continue with the game, his undeniable daddy kink, his dominant and authoritative side. And then you come up with the great idea of waiting for him, already wearing the lingerie, even though you already had a cute set on under your clothes.

And again, you start teasing Chan. You send him provocative photos of yourself wearing the lingerie from the best possible angles, lying on his bed, selfies in his mirror, saying how much you miss your daddy and want him to be right there with you.

On the other hand, Chan can’t do anything but swallow nervously and tense up when he sees your photos, pretending to look at something on his phone.

But, unfortunately, the first few hours pass, and Chan hasn’t arrived at his apartment; he’s stuck in that last-minute meeting. You both start to get frustrated and bored.

You think that maybe it wasn’t the right time to see each other, plus you’re tired from your long day at work. So, you’re about to take a sweet nap in his bed, surrounded by his masculine scent and perfectly clean sheets, still wearing lingerie... when your intrusive thoughts take over—what if you masturbate?

You’re slightly overwhelmed, physically tired from the stress and work you’ve been carrying all week, but at the same time, you’re excited, not only sexually, but also knowing that you would release stress and be pleased by Chan, and just horny. Missing him, missing the idea of exactly how he fucks you, which now seems so far away, given the hours that have passed, and he’s not even on his way home.

You lazily pick up the vibrator and a dildo and, with a resigned sigh, still slightly embarrassed, lying on his bed, you take off your panties, open your legs, and press the vibrator against your clit. The sensation is not long in coming; you are so sensitive, so aroused that you let out a soft moan as the toy does its job. You move gently in his soft sheets, your pelvis wiggles, and you lightly massage your breasts... thinking exactly about him, the way he does it, and how he touches you. You gently press the toy harder against your sensitive spot, enduring the gentle pain and overstimulation it is becoming. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, close your eyes, enduring as long as your body can take it, until having your first orgasm, your muscles throbbing and your femininity already lubricated. You quickly turn off the vibrator and enjoy the small orgasm for the remaining seconds, staring at the ceiling.

But climaxing alone leaves you feeling even emptier. And Chan’s sudden message, which notification sounds alarms you at just the right moment, gives you a very good and dirty idea.

Chan apologizes again for not arriving yet. And you, without any remorse, send him a short video—lying on his bed, you show your face, slightly flushed with embarrassment, and your still blossoming and intense arousal from your recent orgasm. You bite your lip subtly, and the camera on your phone slowly pans down, capturing your breasts in that lingerie, your hand sensually moving down your body until it reaches your pussy. You record it directly and explicitly, your wet, throbbing pussy, spread your lips for him, and then you proceed to record how your entrance expands so that the dildo slides inside you. You moan softly and penetrate yourself only twice, and the video cuts off to send it to Chan.

i really miss u, daddy 😔 come over quick im touching myself already thinking of u im waiting

You masturbated a couple more times, ignored Chan’s messages, and got distracted for a few minutes. You came twice, left the dildo coated with your wet pussy, and suddenly you stopped. You’re exhausted, partially satisfied, but satisfied nonetheless, and you feel too lazy to get up and clean up the little mess you’ve made. You put the toys aside, close your eyes, and your body unconsciously relaxes completely, leaving you pathetically asleep in a peaceful, deep, and pleasant sleep.

Meanwhile, Chan opens his eyes in surprise as soon as he plays the video. He is grateful that no one is next to him and that he is wearing an AirPod, so he watches the video, completely flustered the first time, and then repeats it with his heart racing and appreciates the details. The exquisite image of what he should have been satisfying himself with long ago if he weren’t stuck in a meeting, your sweet moans directly into his ear, and the soft sound of your wet pussy when you touch it and insert the toy into yourself... Chan swallows nervously, clears his throat, and feels his cock harden. He has to get out of there and see you as soon as possible; he can’t stand it for another second. If the meeting went on any longer, he would have to interrupt it for a quick bathroom break and jerk off right there, given how horny and needy he’s getting.

It’s already quite late by the time Chan finally arrives home, slightly worried and embarrassed that he’s kept you waiting, that because of him the plan hasn’t worked out as you both hoped. Not to mention that he hasn’t heard from you since you sent him that video. He doesn’t know if you’re angry because he was late, if you’ve left, although he realizes you’re still there when he sees your shoes in the foyer.

Chan smirks as he approaches you, resigned to the fact that tonight’s plans are ruined because he refuses to wake you up, and he’s a little tired himself. So his next thought is that he’ll take a shower and lie down next to you, see what tomorrow brings for you two. However, that tender perception he had of you vanishes when he’s only a few feet away, getting a better look at you. His smile fades gently, and he carefully examines every inch of you. You are asleep on your side, your hands cushioning your cheek, your butt slightly raised, naked from the waist down, panties and used sex toys carelessly tossed aside in contrast to your angelic appearance.

His jaw tenses because, despite being tired, he has been holding back his desires for quite some time... and seeing you like this, so innocently provocative in a position that only worsens his dirty thoughts and deep lust, doesn’t help.

Chan takes a step back, restraining himself, before losing himself in the curves of your figure that lead to your exposed vulnerability, analyzing it in detail, leaving him like a pervert who memorizes and watches the speed at which you breathe while you sleep.

He decides to get in the shower, trying to calm down, hoping the water will lower his arousal, but it seems almost impossible; he feels completely uncomfortable as he feels his erection rise again, this time fully erect, hard and firm, as if he had taken a pill to achieve the perfect state of firmness.

He sighs in frustration and grabs himself, trying to masturbate with the water falling on his body... but it just felt so wrong, the friction of his hand, his attempt to pull it, wasn’t satisfying him. He didn’t want his hands, or to do it himself, let alone when the image of you is engraved in his mind, sleeping so peacefully and half-naked, or the image of touching yourself, waiting for him. He couldn’t help it; you are there, lying on his bed like a helpless sleeping beauty.

He finishes showering, awkwardly putting on his underwear as his member is sensitive and the fabric rubs against it. Chan stands there, in front of his bed, watching you occupy a sweet space on it. He thinks his erection will go away, that he’ll take a deep breath and just focus on sleeping... but he’s just so fucking horny right now. He’s even shirtless because of how hot his body temperature feels.

Chan didn’t want to do it, but he does it anyway, looking at you again, even more closely; he’s surprised that his noise didn’t wake you up. You must be fast asleep, and it seems that you are indeed. Unlike when he found you, you’ve moved a little; one of your legs is still bent, while the other is stretched out. You’re still sleeping on your side... and your pussy is still exposed, looking so appetizing. All of you. He doesn’t think he can hold out that long, not with you like this.

He sighs in frustration once more, wondering what he should do. Wake you up and immediately confess that he wants sex? Chan didn’t want to complicate things further, so he takes the lubricant, pulls down his shorts and underwear, and begins to masturbate with the image of you on your back, ass round and up for him, lips sweetly together.

He puts lubricant on his hand and starts from the tip, moving down to his swollen length. He bites his lip and throws his head back for a second, his breathing and pulse quickening. There is a certain guilt in his conscience, as he is like a pervert, jerking off his cock, trying not to moan loudly, touching himself in front of the image of you asleep.

Still, he can’t help himself. The lubricant slides deliciously over his very erect cock. He tightens his grip, watches you, and imagines that it’s your tight pussy, that you‘re there for him, taking his size inside you, moaning, writhing, and asking for more and more in your sweet voice.

But you have no idea what’s going on around you. You’re comfortably asleep. Meanwhile, Chan is struggling to come, holding back his grunts, breathing deeply, masturbating harder, the room filling with the sound of his hand satisfying his penis and desire... yet he feels like something is missing for him to come, and it bothers him to know exactly what it is. He wants to have you.

Would it be inappropriate to touch you? You woke him up before with your mouth on his cock... could he return the favor for the first time?

He doesn’t think twice and acts almost on impulse. He thinks that if you wake up, he might be able to slowly and gently persuade you to do it, and if not... at least he could touch or caress you, since he can’t resist any longer. Chan carefully lies down next to you, behind you. You feel a slight weight beside you, but you remain asleep, unaware of what is surrounding you. Chan breathes in your scent and observes you intently, from your hair to every detail of your relaxed body, breathing calmly.

But having you even closer makes it harder for him to control himself. He can appreciate in greater detail how sweetly wet you still are, your entrance glistening slightly. And yes, you drifted off an hour ago, body still warm and slick from your earlier touches, hips tingling, thighs slightly parted, every curve alive with sensitivity. You had anticipated Chan touching you.

He can’t resist, and his hand slides carefully down your hip, at first brushing against you with the utmost delicacy, barely even touching you. You feel a soft tickling sensation, and your body reacts by twitching slightly. Chan pulls his hand away and waits a few seconds, but you remain asleep, so he continues, moving closer to you. His caresses remain delicate, but soon become persistent and present. His hand moves from your waist to your hip, where he traces slow, teasing circles, and a shiver runs through you unconsciously. Your back arches slightly, and your skin gently brushes Chan’s exposed, sensitive cock, which throbs intensely and makes him moan softly.

At that point, Chan believes that once again he cannot endure, besides he conveniently finds it very difficult to masturbate and touch you at the same time in that position, and his impulses and desires once again whisper and suggest ideas to him, such as simply sliding into you, fucking you gently while you sleep without interrupting your rest, and, if he does, wakes you up, he’d just justifying himself.

His heart races, but somehow he believes that this is the only way he can release all his tension and sexual frustration—by finally taking you.

He convinces himself that it will only be this once, that if it bothers you, he will stop, and that in the best-case scenario, you won’t even notice. He would be very careful.

He had been ignoring the thought, but it was more than clear that it simply turned him on to see you lying there, peacefully asleep, and that he could fuck you carefully, almost like a secret. A naughty, risky act.

It was something so daring that it really got him going right now. So he does it that way, slowly, stealthily, and carefully; he positions his body, holds his cock, his hands almost trembling from how energetically nervous he is. The silence in the room is quite loud in a way, and in his mind, he just repeats over and over, do it, do it.

Chan rubs his glans, coated in precum, against your slick folds and entrance. He moans softly and closes his eyes because he can still feel the warmth of your intimacy and finally he presses against you from behind, the warmth of both sexes connecting, his member gliding easily into your already wet insides, and the effect of his already well-lubricated cock. He lets out a needy and ragged sigh, every muscle in his body contracting at the most delicate and simple action. He waits for a reaction from you, but at first, there is none. Chan had never been this careful with you before; he was barely just adjusting himself inside.

Gently, he pushes himself a little further, still without touching you, watching closely as your pussy subtly stretches to make space for him. His tip rests at your entrance and stays there, secure and warm, superficially inside you, but incredibly satisfying enough to begin delicately provoking his collapse. Chan thinks for a moment that just the tip, he’d do his best to fuck you like that, playing with it and with your cunt delicately, just enough to come and not wake you up, as to what would happen if he tried to penetrate you. However, you react unconsciously, causing an exasperated growl to escape from him, fueling his desire to simply put it all in without a second thought; your hips tilt instinctively, adjusting to him better, inches below just his glans, you arch your back, and your thighs tighten to almost guide him.

It’s even better than he had imagined. The idea of fucking you like this fills him completely with a wild and almost uncontrollable urge. Even so, he remains still, his muscles tensing tighter, the rest of his length throbbing with the same intensity as his heartbeat. There’s something twisted and so hot about doing it in the dark, hiding, even from you.

Chan bites his lower lip hard, checking to see if you’re still asleep, and you are. He dares to touch you again, his hand resting on your hip as he tries to slide even deeper inside you, slowly and gently, watching for your every reaction. He controls and contains his moans of pleasure, at the same time refraining from pushing too far into you, as he thinks it’s impossible for you not to feel his swollen cock suddenly slip inside you.

Soon, part of his cock is embraced by the warmth, wetness, and tightness of your pussy, ready but completely relaxed. Even so, as you both feel it, your muscles and body react on their own, you gently arch your back more, your thighs move with a very provocative impatience, you hum sweetly—unaware, confusing, moving your torso a little, and, best of all for Chan, your pussy prepares itself, adapting to him, throbbing gently as you feel him.

Chan tries to move, penetrating you delicately in a sweet back and forth motion, pulling out a little but not completely—his cock teases the surface of your entrance and then slides back into you, just a few, but very significant inches below his glans, light enough but intense to make his shaft throb and gently squeeze his already swollen veins, of his entire arousal that erects every sense of him.

He continues like that, his hand holding your hip without pressing hard, every muscle tense, almost whimpering and sweating from the indescribable sensation that brings him to his imminent climax. Your body reacts to him, to each of his delicate thrusts, spreading your walls, getting wetter for him due to the constant action and friction, making you slick and ready, shivering slightly as warmth takes over your femininity and controls each gentle pulsation, getting you used to him. Meanwhile, tiny, soft breaths escape without awareness, your face remains calm, eyes closed, utterly unaware of what’s happening.

Chan caresses you without losing his rhythm, completely blinded by the overwhelming, pumping and electrifying sensation that runs passionately through his veins and every corner of his body. His knuckles and fingertips skim your skin, from your thighs to your bare arm. He thinks you look so angelic like this, breathing deeply, moving your body as you try to adapt to whatever you’re feeling; with every movement that makes your hips press back, thighs clench, the subtle lift of your hips, spine arching, and soft, unthinking moans escape. Your body pulses instinctively around him with each deliberate thrust, quivering and tightening Chan, whose body is desperately begging to reach orgasm.

He continues, slow and deliberate, letting your body’s natural rhythm dictate the pace because he doesn’t want to wake you up. And he thinks he can control himself, and he does for a good while, until he feels his orgasm building slowly, pleasantly, and a little painfully.

Chan loses himself for a moment, the tense muscles in his thighs begin to tremble, even though he has been trying to maintain the best possible position, in addition to his impending climax. He whimpers, closes his eyes tightly as he sighs and moans softly, “fuck, f-fuck,” feeling pleasantly overwhelmed. His grip on your hips tightens, and he unconsciously lets himself go deeper into you.

And, for you, right there it becomes inevitable not to feel it, all of him and the act, the heaviness and warmth of his figure behind you, his hand holding you, and the constant tingling pulsation in your pussy that you know so well, but which takes you completely by surprise as you slowly regain consciousness.

Your eyes open slowly, and you’re a little startled at first. Your heart races, and your senses become alert as you feel him pressing inside you with more intensity.

You know it’s him, but you’re still confused, so the first thing you say is:

“Ch-Channie?”

But he doesn’t stop, because he feels so close, right at the peak of his pleasure, excited in complete bliss. He leans close and murmurs warmly against your ear:

“Shh… shhh… it’s okay, baby, you can stay still, daddy’s gonna cum in your pretty pussy, my princess.”

You swallow nervously and blink suddenly. His soft, rough tone of voice makes you shiver, and your mind starts to catch up with the sensations your body has already known.

Chan takes advantage of the fact that you’ve woken up and abruptly moves his body closer, pushing his firm cock deeper into you, and begins to massage your breasts, holding you with a strength that only he can control. Fighting him is futile, even though you think that’s not exactly what you want right now.

“Cha-n,” you whimper.

You are still in a gentle state of confusion, but you are starting to get excited by feeling helpless, trapped by his strong grip, his cock burying itself deep into your already very wet pussy. You don’t know when you got like this, but you simply love that your body has accepted it.

“Should I stop, princess?” he adds in a sultry sigh.

You come back to your senses, although Chan’s big cock inside you numbs you as you revel in pleasure and a subtle burning sensation. You whimper as you try to adapt to his faster rhythm, to his cock deep inside you, stretching and pushing you from within.

You shake your head frantically and your mind fills with so many things you want to do, move impatiently, look at his face, appreciate his new haircut that you haven’t seen, kiss him… but you limit yourself to the immediate sensations, responding with a soft moan:

“No-no, daddy, please, keep going—don’t stop.”

“Good girl. It’s okay, I knew you’d take daddy’s cock very well. I know you like it when I fuck you like this—with daddy waking you up inside you, huh, isn’t that right?”

Chan presses his body against yours, thrusting deeply and somewhat roughly, skin colliding, the sounds of your excited bodies joining together, you can barely adapt.

“Fu-ck-daddy, it’s too much!” you moan.

Chan shudders when he hears your sweet moans and that little nickname and game of domination coming from your lips.

“It’s okay. My princess can take it, right?”

“Y-yes, daddy!”

You’re very easy to arouse, especially when it comes from him, and in the surprising, sensitive, and anticipatory state you were in. You were practically ready for him. You watch his pale hand with his protruding veins massage your breasts and then descend to your clit where he indulges in playing with it. You writhe with pleasure and impatience, overwhelmed and breathless.

“Stay still, baby. Let daddy take care of you, okay? I owe it to you, my sweetheart, after making you wait so long that you had to touch yourself.”

You obey him. Chan moans in your ear as he penetrates you hard. His arm slides beneath your face and takes complete control of your body, holding your neck gently.

“I bet you enjoyed your new little toys, but nothing like daddy filling your little pussy with his cum, baby girl.”

You feel his cock twitching inside you, and, followed by a soft whimper, he fills you with his warm semen. However, he doesn’t stop, he continues to thrust into you during his orgasm, his hand on your throat and caressing your sensitive spot with the other. You become more tense and impatient, he knows how close you are too.

“Cum, cum for me, princess, oh fuck—yes! Do it. Cum on daddy’s cock.”

And you release yourself. Cumming shakely for him in a breathless whimper.

Chan slows the pace of his thrusts until he stops, releases his grip, his hand moves from your clit to embrace your waist, and lets you both feel the pulsing intimacy of each other after your orgasm. He sighs and plants a warm kiss behind your ear.

“You did very well, sweetheart. Sleep again, you can rest with my cock inside you.”

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shhhh im trying to bring daddy kink back even if its cringe. i deadass thought i would write 3k words...

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