𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: Bang Chan X female!Reader
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut obviously, mdni stay away
𝐜𝐰𝐬: smut, abs, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f!receiving) (m receiving), pussy drunk, gagging, deepthroat, light face slapping, dw he’s sweet to you after it is channie ofc
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: chan and you are gym friends and it turns into something more.
You’ve just finished stretching, your muscles still warm as you roll your shoulders back, preparing yourself. It’s leg day your least favorite, but you’re here anyway.
The gym hums around you, familiar and routine.
But something feels… off.
You glance toward the usual spot.
It’s subtle at first barely noticeable but it lingers in the back of your mind. You see him almost every day. Same time. Same area. Same quiet smile when your eyes meet.
So why isn’t he here today?
You pause for a second longer than you should, scanning the room again.
You shake it off, letting out a small breath as you turn back toward your workout. It’s not like you were looking for him… right?
You’re midway through your first set when the gym doors open. You don’t mean to look. You just… do and there he is.
Relief hits you before you can even question it—but it fades just as quickly, something’s off.
He doesn’t scan the room like he usually does. Doesn’t do that small double take when he spots you. Doesn’t smile. He just walks in.
Head low. Hoodie slightly pulled over his cap. AirPods already in. Distant.
Your brows knit together slightly as you watch him move to his usual spot. Weird. You hesitate for a second, debating with yourself… then push it aside and walk over anyway. “Hey,” you say lightly, like always. Simple. Casual. Routine.
Chan pauses, pulling one AirPod out as he looks at you “…Hey.”
Just a short, quiet response before he brings his water bottle to his lips, taking a long sip.
Your chest tightens just a little. “Oh… haven’t seen you yet today,” you add, trying to fill the sudden awkward silence.
“Yeah. Just got here.” Dry. Flat. Like he’s already somewhere else.
He doesn’t look at you again. Just sets his bottle down, adjusts the weights on the bar, and gets into position. Conversation over.
You stand there for half a second too long before stepping back, heat creeping up your neck.
“…Right. See you around.” He doesn’t respond this time, he’s already lifting. You turn away, walking back to your station, but your focus is completely gone now.
Because for the first time… Chan didn’t feel like Chan and for some reason it bothers you more than it should.
You push through your last rep, breath shaky as you rack the weight your thighs burn, chest rising and falling as you lean forward slightly, hands resting on your knees. “Fuck…” you whisper under your breath. You straighten, rolling your shoulders and that’s when you feel it. A stare. You glance up.
Chan, he’s already looking at you. Not casually. Not accidentally. No, he’s watching you. His jaw tight, eyes dark, like he got caught in something he shouldn’t have been. For a second, neither of you move.
Then he looks away. Too late.
You saw it. Your brows knit slightly, heart picking up for reasons you don’t fully understand.
You step back under the bar again. Slow. Deliberate. And this time… you know he’s watching. You can feel it. You lower into position, grip tightening as you push up again, a soft exhale leaving your lips
Chan’s grip on his own weights falters for just a second “…shit,” he mutters under his breath. Because now he can’t look away. Not when you look like that. Not when you’re moving like that. Not when you’re wearing that tight outfit that’s hugging all your curves, the sweat that’s glistening your body. Your snail trail on the bench. Especially not when his head is already messed up and somehow, you’re making it worse and more harder for him to focus.
You rack the weight again, breathing heavier now, turning slightly and your eyes meet his again. This time, you don’t look away. Neither does he. Something shifts. That quiet, routine tension you guys were having? It snaps.
Chan drops his weights with a soft thud, grabbing his water but instead of drinking, he just… stands there for a second. Thinking. Fighting himself.
Then— he starts walking toward you. Slow. Purposeful.
He stops right in front of you, closer than he’s ever been before. Close enough that you can see the tension in his expression… the way his chest rises and falls a little heavier than usual.
“You—” he starts, voice lower than before.Then he pauses, jaw tightening like he’s choosing his words carefully. “…you’re lifting too heavy.”
It’s weak. You both know it. Your lips press together slightly, tilting your head. “Am I?” You step just a little closer.
Now you’re the one testing him.
Chan exhales slowly, eyes flicking down for half a second then back up to yours. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “Your form’s gonna give out.”
“Then fix it.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them.
Because something in Chan breaks.
His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, eyes darkening as he steps in behind you.
His hand comes to your waist—firm, steadying.
“Bend your knees more,” he murmurs, voice right by your ear now.
His other hand hovers… then settles lightly on your thigh, guiding your stance.
“Like this,” he adds, quieter now.
The way he’s trying to stay focused—
Chan can’t take it anymore. You’re breathing heavy and sweat is glistening off of you. He tried to walk away but you pulled him back. “What the fuck is your problem?” “What did I ever do to you? Are you mad at me?”
“No” Chan scoffs. “You don’t get it” he says again.
“What’s gotten you so worked up—“ before you can even finish it. Chan is standing closer to you. Too close, his hand is hovering your waist he’s trying to ground himself he doesn’t want to overstep anything. And then…
“Me? But I -“ Chan shushes you with his finger. He’s dragging is index finger down your lip.
“You don’t get it do you? Coming in here everyday and bending over right in front of me?” Chan says lowly. Before you can speak he continues “You keep teasing me, always having that camera recording you, I can’t ever do what I really want to do”
“And what do you want to do huh ?…” you shyly looked away. Chan lifts your chin so you can look up at him “I want to fuck the shit out of you and have you be a good fucking girl and squirt on this fucking dick, that’s what I want to do”
“Oh yea and what about you?”
“What about me?” Chan looked at you confused now.
“Posting on your only chans. Your bubble for STAYS. Your workout videos… the sounds you make and…”
He lifts an eyebrow. “You’ve have my bubble?“
You were a simple woman and you weren't ashamed of admitting that, not when he looked like that especially.
“And what?” He’s curious now.
"And you sounded like you were doing porn.-" you stopped mid sentence.
Chan is looking at you shyly, he’s flustered but he loves the way you tease him. like he doesn’t know how to react to it.
"Are you trying to kill STAYs? By doing that” you joked.
"And what about you? Posting your mirror pictures at the gym, bending over and showing your tits. I gotta say, I thought you were only a slut for me", he’s brushing back his sweat damp hair.
Chan held his breath for a second, the grin wiped out of his face as he slightly tilted his head to look up to you. He’s felt superior and he’s loving the look that you’re giving him. That shy flustered look. The way how you keep fidgeting with your fingers and trying to look away.
"You heard me", he said, combing through his dyed strands, "I would prefer to keep those videos for myself. You're mine, all of you".
You looked like you wanted to say something, mouth opened, but nothing came out.
"You don't believe me? Want me to prove it?" He leaned down until you were on eye level, "Or to mark you enough so that other stays can see?”
He’s already on his knees looking up at you. “Sit and spread those legs for me. Be a good fucking slut. Stop teasing me”
You listened and sat on the bench now. You spread your legs as he told you to do so. He ripped off your leggings — “Christoper!”
“Shh. We can just get you new ones” he’s looking up at you , while sliding your pantie aside. Exposing your heat. You’re already wet, it’s glistening. He’s looking at you and then looks down mesmerized by how wet and slit it is. His thumb brushing over it lightly, teasing your clit.
"No talking", he ordered "The only sounds I wanna hear from you are your moans".
Your pupils dilated heavily at his words, your breathing now even more ragged and out of rhythm than it had been while working out.
You watched him taking off his sweatpants off, shedding out of his clothes. Your eyes were pleading, silently asking if he could touch you, even raising your hand hesitantly by his crotch.
But he didn't let you. You moved to tug his waistband down, he stopped you by gripping your wrists.
"Be patient, baby", he scolded you, you whined.
You’ve never seen Chan like this. Chan has never seen you obeying what he was saying, whining, whimpering.
He’s now on his knees again. Spreading your pussy lips wide, admiring every inch.
"Stay like this, yeah? Be a good fucking girl for me". He starts licking at your clit and is teasing your hole with his middle finger, only putting the tip of his finger in.
You moan, the moan you let out was choked, he chuckled a little so amused at your reaction.
"Your body is so perfect, such a pretty little pussy" he hummed against your pussy. you moaned, wondering why you both haven't done something like this earlier "Feels so good?” He stops and questions you.
“Chris— fuck don’t stop” you whined and pulled his head back down. “Mm— you want daddy to eat this pussy?” you’re whining now.
“Say please” Chan says lowly while looking up at you, he lightly licked your clit. Not fully, not giving you the full satisfaction that you want.
“Chris… fuck please” you whined out.
“Good girl” he’s licking your clit now. No longer teasing you.
You try to close your legs but he spreads them more wider. You gasp. Pulling his head down more. He’s tongue fucking you now, while rubbing your clit. His fingers stroked you. Adrenaline was rushing through your body, more and more flowing through your system every time he hit your sweet spot. “Oh fuck— Chan” “mmm does it feel good baby?” He hummed against you.
“Fuck don’t stop” you moaned out. He noticed you’re about to cum and he stopped, and got up. He is now standing up hovering over you.
You’re breathing heavy still. Your brows knit. You looked up at him “Why the fuck did you stop?”
He goes up to you. Close to your face. You’re looking at him confused.
“Shutup and get on your fucking knees now” he whispered in your ear.
You obeyed and went on your knees. You’re about to pull the waistband of his boxers off. He’s stopped you and bent over to off your bra with one hand and unclasped it. Your bra fell on the floor.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You shoved him back lightly. The back of his knees bumped against the bench now.
“Sit and be a good boy for me yea?”
He moaned a little and sat down. Obeying you. Letting you take over control for a moment.
You’re crawling up to him, and pulled his boxers down. Exposing his long length, his cock is dripping with pre cum.
You licked the top of his head with your tongue teasing him while looking up at him. He groaned. The sounds he made were sinful, filthy.
You’re teasing him, sucking on the tip of his head now. “Fuck baby please” he tried thrusting up into your mouth.
“Mm—how bad do you want me to suck your cock?” You giggled lightly
“Stop fucking teasing me” He whined.
You licked up his cock again, all the way to the tip of his cock and licked the pre cum off very slowly more slower than the first time. “Say please Channie” while looking up at him
“I want you to suck this fuckin cock please baby” he’s whining now. You’re amused by his reaction.
You started to suck on his cock, up and down. shoving his whole length in your mouth, the top of his cock hitting the back of your throat, his cock can barely fit whole in your mouth. You gagged a little. You teared up a little, mascara running down to your face.
“So fucking beautiful” he moaned. Hearing that made your pussy started to wet again. You pressed your thighs together lightly.
He’s now thrusting up, fucking up into your mouth while gripping your hair pushing your head down. You’re deepthroating his cock. He’s cock is pulsing you can feel him. He’s about to cum. You stopped and got up.
“Mmm ahh- fu- what the fuck?” He’s breathing is heavy now. His eyes were pleading, silently asking if you could go back on your knees and suck him till he finishes.
But you don’t. You swung one leg over him to straddle him. Now you could feel how painfully hard he is, twitching against your naked core.
"Be patient, baby", you scolded him, he whined.
He then flipped you over so you’re the one who’s lying on the mat now. He put your hands above your head pinning down you. He’s kissing you, hard. Your guys breaths and moans mixing together. His tongue moving against yours.
He then pulled back. He’s hovering over the top of you now. But then he grabs both of your legs and spreads them wide. He’s in between your legs now. He’s grinding his cock against your pussy lips.
He noticed how wet you’re getting. “Oh you like that?” Chan groaned at the sight of how your slit is glistening and shining with every movement of his cock grinding on your pussy lips.
He nodded quickly, eyes squeezing shut. One hand covering your face. He pulls your hand away.
“Don’t hide, let me see you baby” he growled.
“Please Chan fuck put it in—“ you’re breathing heavy looking up at him, almost pleading.
“Tell me how bad you want it” “be a good fucking slut and tell me how badly you want this cock to fuck you” he groaned
“Please fuck me Christopher I want to feel your big cock in my tight little pussy” “make me yours” you begged and cried out”
Chan eyes went dark at your words. Like this has been something he’s been waiting for you to say for the longest time. He slowly pushed himself inside filling you up while you whined into his mouth. he was thick, it seemed like he wanted to wait for me to adjust to his size. You couldn’t help the whines leaving your mouth at the feeling of him inside you, it was as if he was a perfect fit, like your pussy was molded for him. Chan was groaning in between your guys kisses. Thrusting inside and out of your cunt. Deep and slow at first. Making you feel every inch of his cock. Your walls tightened and squeezed against him, he growled at the feeling.
He was panting against your mouth. His hands found yours, pinning you down on the mattress, his forehead pressed to against yours.
"Ah— Shit so fucking tight— so wet” he groaned
“Oh my fucking god you’re so fucking big” You cried out after he bit down on your shoulder, feeling him at your center, he was close and began pushing himself inside of me. He seemed so big, everything was so wet, the sound of him stretching you out pushing himself in and out while going deeper each time. Your hands reached up out of desperation to hold on to his shoulders as he held himself above you.
He pressed a hot wet kiss to your mouth while he slipped inside and out of you again. You gasped out, him mouth opened against yours, the kiss had been so sloppy. You could feel the string of spit from his mouth to yours as he pulled away. His grip stayed firm on my throat and all you could do was whine and watch him as he pulled away slightly, unashamed at how filthy and sloppy your guys kiss was. His tongue stuck out as he let his warm saliva drip into your mouth. You could feel him slowly pull out from where we you were both connected, all you could do was whimper and hold your mouth open for him, as he slowly spit in your mouth. He closed the distance between your both open mouths, his tongue now playing with yours, you both are desperate for each other. Warm grip on your neck as he slowly started up the pace, he let out a low groan that you swallowed in the deep kiss, your hands clung to him as he pushed and pulled out of your wet dripping cunt. Your breathing was uneven. You could feel your head spinning again, from the filthy kiss he'd given you.
His cock is pulsating and throbbing inside of you. You can feel it. How close you are. How both of you are. Your pussy walls is squeezing his cock. His mouth around your nipples lightly grazing it with his teeth, sucking on it.
“Cum in me daddy” you cried out.
“Y-you want me to cum in you baby?” cock still thrusting in you. But his eyes softened, face unsure. His eyes searching yours to make sure you’re okay with it.
“Please channie fuck fill me up with your cum I want to feel you so bad” you whimpered.
He growled at you begging. “Cum with me baby” “You gonna be my good little cock whore and take all my cum?" He gripped your face with one hand, slapping you lightly and spat in your mouth again.
You’re crying. Whimpering, breathing hard. Your head is spinning. He’s fucking up into your cunt hard, fast. Hitting your g-spot. He lifted your legs so that your legs are over his shoulders now. His hands gripping both sides of your waist. Angling you more so his cock can thrust deeper into your tight little cunt.
"Fuck your pussy feels so good baby” he growled out his body starting to stutter as his high approached. "Ready for my cum baby? His words slurred as he spoke.
Your walls choking his cock as your high washed over you "Chris!" You almost screamed out as you felt him thrust hard one more time feeling a pressure as he did.
"Oh fu—fuck" he moaned out pumping you full of all his cum. The hot liquid plastered your walls coating it nicely. "Good girl you took all of it so well" he said looking down at the hot white liquid dripping out of your cunt.
As you both came down from your high Chan kissed you softly. "Chan" you said breathy, he nods in response with a soft hmm. "That was the hottest gym workout” you giggled, breathing heavy still
"definitely was" he said leaning down to kiss you again. Chan slowly up to clean you up. He saw how rough he was being with. “I’m sorry for being so rough baby” he frowned
“It’s okay Chris, I loved every second of it” you smiled.
Chris smiled lightly and is cuddling you now. “My girl” he hummed against your forehead and kissed you.
If you’d like to read more of my stuff please let me know. I haven’t wrote in so long. thank you for reading ~ 🩵
