masterlist | synopsis: the repercussions of your first time with changbin
a/n: in honour of me not being able to walk properly these past few days (unfortunately not because I got laid, I just overexercised and possibly subluxed my hips lol)
Description: Chan, your sweet and nerdy boyfriend had never made a move on you. He was just a little too shy to touch you !! What happens when you feed him some chocolate that makes him so needy for you?
Warnings: nsfw content, Chan is a complete geek and doesn’t know what hes doing, P in V penetration, unprotected sex, reader is used with feminine terms, a bit of choking if you squint, overstimulation, passing out from overstimulation, Chans kinda mean at one point, 3k words of this is just filth I’m convinced, I think thats it?
Authors Note: Oh my gosh im so sorry this took me so long, I’ve gotten sick TWICE while working on this fic?? Something about nerd chan obviously hates me:3 BUT I hope you guys enjoy it a lot! Look out for more coming soon…👀
Word count: 6,059 !!
Procrastination was something that always caught up to you, making you have to forcefully finish your college work in an all nighter. It was one of those days again where TikTok seemed so much more interesting than even picking up a book to study.
Your apartment was quiet other than the short videos playing on your phone. You almost closed your phone and started working before you came across a video, a video that was quite intriguing to say the least.
It was about some sort of candy from what you could tell, the woman was explaining it very vaguely which lead you to believe she would most definitely get banned if she explained it in full detail what it did. It was some sort of chocolate that had serotonin in it, apparently it caused sensitivity and it was almost like a sex drug. No, it was a sex drug.
You had promised yourself to stop ordering stupid shit off of the internet, but this was way too good to pass up. Before you knew it you were going to the website, putting in your card information, and clicking order.
What was the reason for the order? Maybe your shy little boyfriend had been a bit… absentminded about your hints. The soft thigh touching… and the casual make-out sessions that you wished would go further than just that. He was so innocent, yet so dirty in some way that you knew. He didn’t want to push you, but maybe you wanted that…
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Usually, on a Saturday afternoon, college students would be getting ready to hit up a frat house or two, but of course you weren’t, because you had another study date with Chan. It was common that you guys didn’t get out like normal people would on a weekend, enjoying the quiet more than the party life others chose. Though, it should be a lot of fun…
You got the “sex chocolate” you had ordered not too long ago and decided tonight was a great opportunity to try it out.
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The walk from campus to Chan’s apartment wasn’t far. Luckily, he had one that was just off campus grounds so you didn’t have to walk for too long each time you both wanted to meet up. You started to walk the usual path you did to his apartment, shortcuts you made a while back made it a faster walk. The wind was blowing through your hair, though the headphones you had on kept it from flowing into your face like it usually did. The walk was peaceful, until you remembered what you had in store waiting for you.
Sweating, panting, moaning…
You quickly adverted your attention to the scenery around you, definitely more focused on the trees than being fucked senseless by your sweet boyfriend.. definitely.
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103..103..103.. His apartment number continued to echo in your mind as you went up the elevator. The apartment complex was big, just enough to fit some rich and bratty college students that had their parents pay for everything they owned. Chan was not one of those people, well not all of that definition. Chan was spoiled by his parents to a certain extent, but he wasn’t a brat about it, which was great in this society of people.
You stopped in front of his apartment door, the bold 103 by the door. You knocked, waiting for a couple moments before curly brown hair and deep brown eyes came into vision from behind the used to be closed door.
“Well, hello there.” Chan teased softly, moving out of the way for you to walk in. You snickered softly at his teasing, walking in and taking off your bag that was slung over your shoulder.
“Hello, my lovely boyfriend.” You teased back, smiling as you walked towards his room that was just off the kitchen. He followed behind you, putting his hands on your shoulders while he walked behind you. He was at least glad you couldn’t see the way his ears reddened at the small nickname.
you settled your stuff down on the floor next to his bed, you slipped off your shoes and sat down on his bed. You were very comfortable in his space, he always made sure of that.
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After a little bit of adjusting their studying “station,” which consisted of a bunch of fluffy blankets, pillows, and some textbooks sprawled out all over. Thank god Chans parents were rich, they actually had peace and quiet to study in.
“Got everything?” Chan questioned softly, settling down next to you and organizing his highlighters in front of him by color-coded order. Yup, organized as always.
You nodded, looking down at the books in front of you. You regretted ever being actually smart, why did you decide to go to college and be a productive member of society…
Chan saw the look on your face, giving you a small giggle and put a hand on your back.
“I’ll make us coffee, I fear we might be here for a while..” You nodded at his statement, feeling him get up from the bed and go into his small kitchen nook that was just around the corner from his bedroom.
You started to flip through your notes, along with the textbook pages it went with. You sighed, finding your bookmarked spot and starting to read it over from the last time you studied. The highlights on the pages giving you a small indication of what to actually be reading and what should be skimmed through, picking up on the actual needed context.
After a little while Chan came back with the coffee he made for the both of you, putting yours on the table next to “your” side of the bed. He walked back over to his side of the bed, settling down next to you once again and opening his own textbook. Chan occasionally glanced over at you, helping you read through a couple things and getting them to actually stick inside your head instead of just reading the words and completely forgetting about them. Chan was a big help in studying.
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The words started to blur, your brain hurting as you tried to concentrate once more. It had been over 3 hours of studying, but Chan seemed to still be stuck in his book. His black rimmed glasses slightly sliding down his nose, which made him look extremely attractive. You almost forgot about the item in your back pack…
That was until you remembered it, the bar of chocolate lying at the bottom of your backpack.
Remembering it, you looked down at the bag that lay against the side of chans bed. You leaned down, grabbing the bag and putting it down next to you. Chans eyes followed your movements, taking his attention off of his math textbook and watching you intently.
“What are you doing?” Chan broke the silence, giving you a confused look as you looked through your bag before pulling out the chocolate. You had discreetly marked out the chocolate name by “accidentally” ripping it back at home.
“I want my chocolate..?” You questionably said, ripping the rest of the wrapper off. Chans eyes followed the sweet treat as you broke it in half.
“Hm?” You hummed, offering the piece to him. You knew chan had a sweet tooth and would eat any candy he could get his hands on, so he took it. You tried to hide the ghosting smirk on your face.
Taking a bite of the chocolate, Chans eyes glowed.
“Oh my gosh-“ He said, continuing to chew the chocolate in his mouth. He seemed to like it, which made you smile. The plan was definitely working..
“Like it?” You questioned, taking your own bite out of the chocolate. The milky taste filled your mouth and left a coating on your tongue.
“This is so good.” Chan said, swallowing the chocolate and grabbing another piece of it. You smiled, giving him more and letting him enjoy the sweetness. Though after the other piece, he pushed it away.
“Ok I can’t keep eating this or I wont eat dinner.” He reasoned, grabbing his coffee and sipping the hot drink out of the mug. You shrugged, putting the chocolate off to the side and turning your attention back to your notes. Now to just “read” until he started to get restless…
It wasn’t long before chan started to sigh, his cheeks flushing a light pink color as he tried to keep his attention on the book in front of him. You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him, his lips pursed as if he’s trying to keep himself in line. He pushed his glasses up on his face, even though they were already perfectly on his face, he needs to keep his hands busy.
You started to feel the effects of the chocolate too, your thighs clenching together to hide the heat between your legs. Your body started to get hot, really hot. And not only that, you noticed chan started to squirm beside you. He was obviously starting to feel it too..
Chan snuck a glance at you, readjusting his legs to hide the growing erection between them. His breath caught in his throat, his face starting to fade into a pretty pink color. Oh my god…
You looked over, catching his eyes in a lustful way. The eye contact was too much for him, he looked away as soon as your eyes locked. The air around you too was heavy with heat and something else that couldn’t even be named. Chan cleared his throat, shifting again. He was restless.
“Gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Chan murmured softly, his gaze dropping to the floor to keep it from traveling over your curves again. You knew it was working, it was almost hilarious watching this…
“Fuck…” Chan whispered once he entered the bathroom that was just down the hall from his room. He huffed out a breath, his hand traveling from beside him to on his thigh. He had to take care of this problem.
He closed the door, forgetting to lock it but who gave a fuck. He leaned his back against the wall, his hand resting against his thigh before he moved it up a bit to rest against his groin area. He whimpered softly, rubbing the palm of his hand over the bulge in his jeans that was significantly showing now. His fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants, eventually getting them unzipped and unbuttoned. Just a couple of minutes, thats all he needs.
He was trying to keep himself from being too loud, but he couldn’t help the occasional moan or whimper that fell from his lips. He stroked himself through his boxers a couple times before fully just ditching all of the fabric, pulling them down to pool with his pants around his ankles. He lolled his head back against the wall as he finally got his hand on his bare cock, letting out a breathy sigh as he spread the precum around his dick. it seemed to be a lot more precum then he normally would have..?
Chan slid his hand up and down once, moaning in relief as the dull ache in his cock finally went down with the pleasure from him touching himself. He kept his hand moving, trying to keep a steady pace but his hand was shaking so bad with need. He kept wondering what made him so horny.. was it the way you looked? The way you smelled? The way you fixed your hair? He was just confused, but he kept touching himself.
“‘M gonna cum…” Chan murmured to himself, only a couple strokes in and he was already losing his mind. He could barely think, but he knew he never came this fast. He gulped, his lips parting as soft sounds came from him. His legs felt like buckling from under him the pleasure was so intense.
He finally opted out on falling to just sliding down the wall, laying his legs out flat on the cold tile as he knocked his head back again. He started to buck his hips into his hand, so close to finally feeling some type of ecstasy.
He came with a soft whimper, his stomach muscles tightening and his hand stuttering to a stop. He breathed out a sigh, finally not so tense. He went to pull his hand away but before he could do so the door opened. Fuck, it was you. He was fucked.
After a little while of him not coming back to the bedroom, you had snickered softly, going to listen at the bathroom door. Just as you thought, he was a whiny mess. Which prompted you to be here now, standing in front of chan who looked absolutely mortified, but didn’t even attempt to cover himself.
“I- uhm…” Chan tried to explain, his voice quivering. It’s not like you wouldn’t see this eventually, he was your boyfriend for fucks sake, but he had hoped it would be on his own terms and conditions.
“Aw… poor baby…” You cooed, but it was more condescending than caring. Chan shuddered, a small whimper falling from his lips. He looked down, confused. Oh my god.
“Why… why am i still…” Chan whispered, making you chuckle. You slowly made your way over to chan, crouching down beside him and raking a hand through his hair. His head practically fell against your hand in a needy way, his eyes looking up at you with that gloss in them.
“Look at you, you’re such a mess…” You said, looking down at the cum drops that were all over his shirt, his thighs, and dripping onto the floor. He rubbed his thighs together, almost like he was trying to squirm away but the attempt wasn’t working, you knew he didn’t want it to work.
You slowly slid your hand over his thigh, the cum spreading over his milky skin and onto your fingers. Chan couldn’t help the small whine that left his lips, his thigh quivering underneath your touch. He made a bold move, grabbing your hand and placing it closer to his dick. He looked up at you with those dark brown eyes that just always seemed to push you over the edge into giving him whatever he wanted, his eyes just looking over his glasses frame that was slowly slipping down his nose.
You sighed softly, gliding your hand to the bottom of his cock, bringing your fingers up to the tip slowly. Chan breathed heavily, biting on his bottom lip to help keep his sounds quiet to not embarrass himself. You curled your fingers, going up and down slowly at first with your hand. His thighs started to quiver again, his eyes watching your every move.
You sped up your hand quickly, making him jerk his hips forward in anticipation. He was such a virgin, he came so quickly whenever he touched himself let alone when his own very hot girlfriend touched him for the first time. He trailed his eyes over your body, taking in your soft curves and the way your jeans hugged your hips just right. Without thinking, he reached his hand over and placed it on your waist, rubbing the curve of your body like an immature boy finally getting to touch a woman. That’s what he was.
“You’re so soft…” Chans voice was rough, broken by the whines in his throat. He let his hand linger on that one spot on your body while you kept touching him, his body reacting in ways he had never experienced. His mouth was suddenly dry, his words died in his throat with soft whimpers, and he felt like his legs were too weak to even hold himself if he tried to stand up.
“I’ve- oh my god… I’ve never done this before…” Chan blurted out, his hand roaming up your body to grip your chest. His hand was shaking just like the rest of his body, he was needy for you.
“That’s ok… I’ll take care of you..” You said gently, though your words were condescending as you watched Chan squirm and whimper under you. You lowered your head to press a small kiss to his lips, his lips quickly latching onto yours while his hand found the back of your head to keep you close. He sighed into the kiss, his hand going down your back. He pulled you closer, practically tucking you into his side. He was normally shy, flustered over the simplest touch, but now he feels more bold…
He pulled away, his breathing deep and his cheeks tinted a soft pink. He felt his climax start to come again, his breathing now coming out as soft whines that sounded like a puppy that was begging for attention.
“I’m… gonna cum… please don’t stop…” Chan pleaded with a moan, his voice higher in pitch than normal. You only chuckled softly, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Such an innocent act for what was happening. You continued to slide your hand up and down on his dick until his hips jerked, a string of curses and moans falling from his lips while his head tilted back. His cock twitched in your hand, his seed spilling from it. It went all over your hand, all over his thighs (once again, god he really was a mess), and literally anywhere else it could reach.
Chan huffed, resting his head on the wall before looking down at you. You were still nestled against his side, but you had a different look in your eyes. He knew that look, what the fuck did you…
“Is it the time to tell you that chocolate wasn’t just normal chocolate…” you bit your bottom lip, trying to look as innocent as possible. Chan didn’t seem to take the innocent side of your gaze though, he squinted his eyes at you. His glasses were most definitely crooked on his face, but he could still see you pretty clearly.
“What was it.” Chan demanded, but his voice didn’t sound authoritative. He sounded soft spoken still, just a little more cocky.
“Sex… chocolate..?” You meekly responded, trying to still give him those glossy eyes he loved, but he wasnt having it.
Chan sighed, he knew he couldn’t be angry at you. “Sex chocolate… really??” He responded with a certain look on his face, the kind that made you giggle quietly. He didn’t look upset about it, I mean who would be, he just got himself a nice fucking handjob.
“Yeahhh…” You drawled out your words, watching him piece together the puzzle. Ah, no wonder he was so restless and needy.
He sighed, looking down at the mess he had made. “I need a shower.” He said suddenly, making you let out a laugh. He giggled too, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. He kicked off his pants fully now, gaining stability on his legs and pushing himself into a standing position. He held out his hand, helping you stand up too.
“Care to join me..?” He questioned, his eyes searching yours for any uncomfortable look. There was none, you were completely comfortable with him.
“I wouldn’t mind.” You replied as he leaned over to turn the shower on. The sound of water against tile was heard now in the small enclosed space as Chan discarded his shirt. Your eyes widened, it wasn’t necessarily the first time you saw him shirtless, but it was the first time you focused on it..
He didn’t notice your gaze thank god, he was too focused on checking the temperature of the water in the shower. You also started to slowly take off your clothes, getting rid of your jacket first before taking off your shirt along with it, leaving you in just a bra and a pair of jeans. Chan looked back over, his breath catching in his throat. He offered to let you in the shower with him, but he completely forgot that would mean he would see everything…
You smirked, slowly unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs, revealing black lace that sat on your hips so well. Chan almost drooled at the sight, his eyes darting from different parts of your body. He couldn’t resist himself, stepping forward and putting his hand on your hip. He pulled you towards him, his fingers fiddling with the lacy straps.
“Such a pretty girl…” Chan murmured, his voice more sultry than it had ever been. Even when you were literally jerking him off, he wasn’t this… fucking hot. He slid his hand up, now tracing up your stomach and to your bra that matched the black lace underwear.
Chan danced his fingers over the straps, then down over the top of your breasts, and finally stopped at the bottom of it. He stepped an inch closer, his hand finding the clasp on your bra and undoing it with that soft look in his eyes still, even when he was doing the most sexy thing ever. He let the bra fall off your body, now gripping your underwear and doing the same thing with them. You were finally all revealed to him, and god he was eating it up…
“Come on, let’s get in, yeah?” Chan motioned to the shower, but there was something underlying in his voice. Like he was definitely not just wanting a shower. You still nodded, looking up at him and grasping the arm of his glasses. You pulled them off of his face, a small gesture that always made Chans heart tingle just a bit with adoration for you. You set them on the counter for him, watching as he blinked his eyes and got used to the small blur that the glasses usually fixed. He wrapped an arm around your waist, turning you towards the shower and helping you in like the gentleman he is before getting in as well.
It was a smaller shower, but still quite nice for being in an apartment. The glass door snapped shut when Chan closed it, turning his gaze back to you. Something about the way he was acting was not like him… oh my god the chocolate was still in his system…
Given you had also taken the chocolate, between your thighs was aching, but usually you just ignored it anyways so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Not until chan started looking at you like that, like you were his prey…
“Lemme wash you baby…” Chan said, giving an excuse just to touch you. You agreed, nodding your head up at him. You had showered many of times at his apartment, so all of your stuff was in his shower already. He reached over your shoulder, grabbing the bottle of soap off the shelf behind you. Suddenly you were hyper aware of how close he was, how his hands felt when he poured the soap onto them and ran them over your sides. His hands slipped over the curve of your thighs, looking down at you and giving you a grin that was sickly sweet. You were at a loss for words, gulping back the pooling saliva in your mouth before parting your lips.
Suds formed all over your body, but that wasn’t Chans intention, and you clearly knew that. He leaned down, lips inches away from yours. “Come on, I know you’re nervous sweetie…”
“I’m not-“ You tried to argue back softly, but quickly shut up as Chans hand clasped around your neck. He didn’t put any pressure on it, just the feeling of it a slight reminder to you to behave. You couldn’t believe your sweet, nerdy, loving Channie was such a freak.
“Nuh uh baby…” Chan chuckled, watching as your eyes dilated with need. He tilted his head down, finally pushing his lips against yours in an eager kiss. His body pressed against yours, a soft moan leaving his lips. Hands roamed all over, cupping your breasts and squeezing them. He was soft but rough.
Your hands finally reached out, grabbing onto his sides and trying to pull him even closer. They trailed down, grazing over his pelvis, which in return made him gasp. His sweet innocent mind wasn’t as sweet as he was letting on, his mind finally living out its thought about fantasies.
It was not long before he finally pulled away, lips red and swollen from the kiss. Chan put his hand between your bodies, sliding it down your stomach and finally landing it on your soaked center. It was your turn to gasp this time, but it disolved into a small moan that made Chans dick ache even more. He was inexperienced, but his fingers circled around, trying to find a place that made you jerk your hips. He found it eventually, circling your clit with his dampened fingers. You leaned your head back against the tiled wall, letting out a whimper at the feeling and bucking your hips against his hand. This only enticed him more.
“Such pretty noises for me, yeah?” He questioned, looking down at you like he was expecting an answer. You only answered with a pout on your lips, obviously wanting more than what he was giving. Chan smirked, letting his finger slip into your needy little pussy. He was new to this but he didn’t FEEL new to this, his fingers felt so good.
“Chan- oh my god-“ You moaned, your breathing deep and harsh. You rocked your hip against his finger, liking to feeling of it filling you up. “More…”
Chan obeyed, sliding his other finger in and curling the tips of them which made you squeeze your eyes shut. You cannot possibly cum this quick, you aren’t even a virgin, but no one has ever made you feel this good.
Without warning, Chan pulled his fingers out only to push them back into you. Your breath caught, making you quiver and moan. He didn’t stop there, his fingers curling up and repeating the motion, now he was really testing you. Your leg lifted and rested against his hip, spreading you wider to take his fingers in. He held your leg in place with his free hand, watching you fall apart so quickly under his eyes.
“Im- so close…” You squirmed, trying to push your clit against the palm of his hand. Chan nodded his head slowly, waiting for you to hit the top of your climax before he pulled his fingers out. You clenched around nothing, your whines were loud as you protested against him. “Nononono…- that’s so mean!”
“Aw… poor thing… maybe she shouldn’t had drugged her boyfriend…?” Chan teased softly, slapping away your hand that attempted to touch yourself. He easily lifted you up into his arms, resting your back against the wall and your legs around his waist. He looked into those glassy, needy filled eyes of yours, and he leaned down and pecked your lips. His sweet lips brushing against your cheek next, and then right below your ear, and trailed down to place small kisses under your jaw.
The moment was sweet, soft… it always ended up soft with Chan, even if he liked to claim dominancy, he always turned back to his sweet touches.
As he heard your soft breath, his fingers glided over your waist and down your body before he hit your clit again, sliding his finger over the sensitive skin. He earned a whimper from you and a rock of your hips, he smirked against your neck. His hand fell from between your legs, pushing you further against the wall and gripping his dick in his hand.
“Mhhh… baby… can I put it in…?” Chan whispered, his lips placing a kiss on your ear. You almost frantically nodded your head, squirming against the wall and trying to rub your pussy against his cock that was below you.
“Please Channn… I want you…” You breathed out with a whiny undertone to your voice. Chan gave in, too worked up to even wait. He lined himself up with you, rubbing the head of his cock to your entrance. He swore if he didn’t try and remain calm, he would have came right then and there. But he promised himself he would let you cum first, he wanted to show you who was in control…
He rocked his hips, sliding into you just the smallest bit. The stretch gave you a jolt of pleasure, making your legs quiver softly and a soft moan come from you. You encouraged it further though, grinding your hips to take him further and soaking in the groans and curses that were falling from his lips. He expected to get some pussy eventually, but he didn’t expect it to be raw.
His hips thrusted into you, finally bottoming out with a high-pitched whine. Chan almost came just from the sight of your face when he pushed his dick fully in you, the way your nose scrunched up and your jaw dropped in pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of you.
Chan barely gave you any time to adjust before he started to rock his hips against yours, his tip kissing your cervix every thrust into you. He couldn’t stop, he was addicted to your sweet pussy already…
“Oh fuck…” Chan whispered more to himself than anyone, his hips shuttering a bit. He was so overwhelmed with the feeling of being inside of you, his own eyes hazy and glassed over with need and desire. He found your gaze on him, your own eyes lidded and drunk on him. Without a doubt, even though he was a virgin, he was so good.
He barely could take it anymore, but he really tried to not cum inside of you so quick. He wanted to watch that precious face of yours a little longer, the way your eyes rolled back and your mouth agape with drool running down your chin. But that sight had his abs tightening, his muscles working against him.
“I’m… I’m gonna..” Chan stuttered, holding your waist tighter and slamming into you harder. He couldn’t get out the words, but you got the gist. Your own hips rolling against his every thrust.
“Me too… with me, baby…” You tried to coo, but it came out as a broken moan and a pleading whine. He nodded his head rapidly, breathing heavily and leaning forward to nuzzle his face against your neck. His hair dripped water just like your own, tickling against your cheek while his nose nudged you.
Chans hand fumbled down your stomach to try and find your clit and circle it, but he completely missed it and slipped his hand all over trying to find it. The whole act made him giggle softly, dissolving into soft moans and cute little whimpers. You also giggled at him, a little more controlled than he was. You felt your lower stomach start to tighten even harder, even without the clit rubbing you were cumming all over his cock.
Chans hips slowed, stopping in you and groaning. Once he stopped, his seed spilled into you while your orgasm came over you too. He tipped his head back, closing his eyes and letting the water splash all over his face. He couldn’t believe he just filled you up, it was all of his fantasies coming true.
“Yeah… good girl…” Chan whispered, surprised with himself as he let your leg go and held you up with both hands on your waist. You looked up at him, eyes so drunk and drowned in lust. You were still wet, whether it was his cum or you actually being wet, you didn’t know. You whined a bit when chan pulled out, trying to grab his body and pull him close but he moved your hand away. Chans hand instead moved from your waist and precisely down your stomach, actually hitting your clit and making your back arch on the cold tile.
Chan circled it with his middle finger, starting to overstimulate you with just his fingers on you. Your whiny moans were enough fuel to keep going for him. his finger pressed down on your sweet bud, making you shutter and groaning out his name. He swore his cock jumped at that.
His fingers circled faster, harder, and making you rock your hips against his hand with a chanting of his name falling from your mouth. He was about to make you cum again. And he did, hard. He made you cum hard and slow, whispering praising words softly through the air and giving you little pecks on your temple. You shook, overstimulation kicking in when even after you came, he kept rubbing.
“C..Chan- stop-“ You gulped, your voice falling on deaf ears. His finger still circling your clit and making your legs feel weak. Your vision started to blur, stars started to appear in your vision. Chan kept going through, his hand between your legs and his free one holding you against the tile wall. His smirk stayed on his face, feeling you convulse again under his touch. But before he knew it, you were out cold. Three orgasms and you passed out.
Chan was a bit concerned, confused, and a worried, but he stayed calm, now holding you against his chest and rubbing your back. He splashed some water onto you from the shower, your senses slowly coming back to you. You groaned at first, eyes fluttering open and adjusting to the light again. You glanced up at chan, leaning your face against his warm chest to come back to normal. He smiled down at you, that dorky smile you grew to love and adore over the years. he placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb.
“Hey baby…” Chan cooed softly, giving you a peck on your lips which you graciously returned. His arms wrapped around you a bit tighter, keeping you close to him.
“Let’s get you washed up..” Chan murmured into your ear, already leaning over to grab the soap from the ledge beside you. He took his hands off of you only for a second, pouring the soap onto his hand and starting to lather up your body in soap. His touch was gentle with you, like he was afraid you could break at any minute under his finger tips.
After he washed you up, he went to start washing your hair, but you declined his offer. Giving him a small pout and saying you “just wanted to get out and cuddle.” Chan couldn’t say no to those words.
Chan quickly cleaned himself before turning off the shower and opening the shower door, leaning out to grab a white fluffy towel and wrap it around you. He smiled, helping you step out and wrapping a towel around his own body. The bathroom was fogged up, steamy from the hot shower that had once been running for quite a while. Chan messed with his hair a bit, starting to dry it with a smaller towel he had snatched from his bathroom shelf. He then turned to you, no words spoken when he wrapped the towel around your hair and started to dry it. He was so entranced by how beautiful you are, he almost forgot what he was doing, but he didn’t, he continued to dab your hair dry.
“I love you…” Chan thought he had heard you wrong, pausing his movements and not meeting your eyes for a second. His heart skipped a beat. He looked at you finally, giving you a soft and lovesick grin with a blush forming on his cheeks.
“I love you too…”
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Chan had decided it was way too cold to sleep with no clothes on, so here you were, curled up in his hoodie and boxers. His clothes were comfortable, they smelt like him and just felt… warm.
After he changed into some clothes, he joined you in bed, giving you a kiss to your forehead before snuggling into your side. He sighed softly, now fully content with you next to him. His mind was too tired to play back what happened early, but he knew later he wouldn’t be able to keep it out of his mind. For now, it was just you and him.
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You’re practically purring as he lays you down on his bed, letting him arrange your body with that pliant, yielding flexibility that only comes after multiple orgasms. He’s fully focused on being gentle now, after seeing how rough Seungmin was being with you.
Chan winces internally as he spreads your legs for him, seeing how red and swollen you are from all that relentless pounding.
He doesn’t even have to think about it. He just dips his head and puts his mouth on you, lapping at you with the flat of his tongue, soothing your folds as you whimper. Kissing you better.
Trying not to bust a nut when you tangle your fingers in his hair and whimper his name.
He was worried you might be too tired and overstimulated to take him, but those thoughts evaporate with the way you’re begging for him to be inside you after only a few minutes of him licking you out. He’s so eager to be inside you now, he just might burst.
But he’s got to take care of you first, gotta make sure you’re not too sore for his cock.
So he gives you a finger, just the one, slipping into you agonisingly slow. When the bump of that first knuckle makes you wince he tries to pull out again, not wanting to hurt you and silently cussing Seungmin out for going too hard on you.
He is not prepared for you to grab his wrist and pull him closer, both of you crying out– him in surprise, you in pleasure-pain– as you take the digit deep.
“Babygirl…” His voice is low and tight, barely more than a wheeze as he tries to control himself. “You’re going to hurt yourself…”
“Channie~”
Oh fuck.
He can’t resist it when you whine like that. Even less when when you pump your hips desperately, fucking yourself on him. You’re all puffy and swollen inside, clinging to him so tightly he can feel his pulse in his fingertip…
He nearly nuts imagining how good you would feel around his cock.
But tight as his pants are, Chan is a considerate lover. And no matter how much you beg for him to hurry up, he’s going to prepare you first.
It’s a good twenty minutes before he’s satisfied that you can take him. Twenty minutes of gentle tonguing and soft fingering– first one, then two, then three as he carefully stretches you out.
Twenty minutes of Chan ignoring the voices in his head screaming at him just to take you already.
Twenty minutes of pleasure without release, twenty minutes of begging him to make you cum, twenty minutes of Chan gently reminding you that if he does make you cum now you’ll be too overstimulated to take him properly. That solves your begging, at least for a while.
You try to be patient. You really do. But Chan is being so careful and so gentle, and making you feel so loved that it’s driving you insane. He’s breaking down all your inhibitions, and in turn you almost break him when you start to beg for something he’s never let himself wish for.
“Channie, breed me.”
He freezes.
His brain stops.
His balls almost explode.
Breed you?
It’s his ultimate fantasy. His one true weakness. The amount of times he's dreamt about it, about taking you raw and fucking you full of him. Filling you with his seed, again and again, until you're all round and pregnant and pretty with his baby. Babies.
Fuck, he wants to get you pregnant so badly. He wants to lay in his bed with you in his arms and dick deep inside you, cockwarming you to sleep with his hand on your growing belly.
And, oh god, you're ovulating. It would take…
And just to be sure it took, he'd give it to you again and again until it did. And then he’d give you more.
Until his balls were fully drained and the sheets beneath you soaked, a mix of both your juices sticky over your thighs and his belly, his cum leaking from your pounded out pussy. The way you'd whimper when he'd gently finger it back inside you, scooping it up and massaging your clit with it, making you cry with overstimulation just to make you cum again with his seed slicked fingers…
He's having visions of little versions of the both of you running around with the perfect mix of your smile with his dimples when he feels your hand on his dick, the way you’re trying to line him up with you snapping him out of fantasy land.
“Channie, breed me. Please.”
He wants to.
Oh fuck, he wants to so badly.
But he can’t.
Not right now. You’re not thinking clearly with your hormone addled, multiple-orgasm-muddled brain. So Chan takes a deep breath, gives himself a shake, and squashes thoughts of knocking you up. For now.
Instead he gently pulls his fingers out of you, kissing his way up your torso until he’s laying beside you, cuddling you into his chest with one arm while he reaches for the condom box with the other. You whine as he tugs one out, weakly trying to slap it out of his hand.
If Chan’s dick gets any harder it could cause permanent damage.
“Not yet, baby.” He murmurs softly, gently laying you on your back and kissing the tears off your cheeks. “Not yet. But,” he kisses your lips again, a little harder this time as he rolls on a condom and settles between your thighs, “we can practice.”
He’s not sure which one of you moans louder as he pushes inside you. Even after all of his gentle prep it’s still a tight fit with your pussy already clenching around him as he sinks deeper. He’s trying to go slow, trying to go hold back, but you’re already bucking against him, your vice grip making him hiss.
“Baby, please. You’ve gotta slow down.” He leans his forehead into your shoulder, breathing deeply, concentrating on not busting a nut when you jerk your hips enough that he finally bottoms out. You don’t listen, already a moaning mess as you grind against him with your legs wrapped practically around his waist.
“Channie, please.” He can tell you’re already close from the way you start to beg for it harder and Chan’s not sure how much longer he can resist your pleading as you squeeze your legs tighter around him, using them for leverage as you fuck yourself on his cock. And then you say the magic words again.
“Wreck me Channie. I need you.”
Your voice is softer this time and he swears his heart stops when you take his face in your hands and kiss him gently, holding him like he’s made of the most delicate glass. It’s a strange and overwhelming dichotomy, this tender kiss among the jerky, desperate thrusting. He’s not even sure who’s doing it now, his body possessed with something feral and completely beyond his control as his hips start to snap.
That gentle kiss quickly morphs into something needier, something matching the wet slapping sounds of skin on skin as he finally gives in and starts giving it to you the way you crave it: harder, rougher, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he pulls you down the bed and lifting your legs over your shoulders.
The noise you make when he finally pins you in that mating press… one day he’ll record it.
He’ll hide it in the layers of every song, matching it to the bass beat when he remixes Railway. He’ll set it as his alarm, so he’s got something to jerk his morning wood to every day he wakes up alone. He’ll loop it and listen to it on repeat when he’s on tour, driving himself nuts on the way flight back to you, ready to pick you up and fuck you against the nearest surface the moment he gets you alone.
But right now he’s getting it live, in the little wanton gasps escaping from behind the hand you clasped over your mouth. He quickly pulls it away, smothering your moans with his mouth as he starts to pound you harder.
“This how you wanted it?” He barely recognises his own voice, the words coming out in desperate pants as his hips snap harder, your legs pressing into his shoulders, folding you in half. “Rough? Deep? Wanted to make me fall apart?”
“Don’t want it.” The tears in your eyes make him freeze mid-thrust, terrified he’s pushed you too far. And then you fix it all with just two words. “Want you.”
That does it. All restraint gone, he pounds into you with a few more desperate thrusts before cumming so hard he’s worried it’ll break the condom. And it just doesn’t stop. Not when your orgasm hits too, pussy stuttering and clenching around him and your nails digging into his back, his name a mantra on your tongue as the pleasure drives you mad.
He’s not sure how long you two are lost, writhing against each other like broken snakes, only breaking away from each other for a second when he lowers your legs, needing to feel you closer. Just kissing and moaning each other's names as you wait for the blinding lust to fade.
And when it does… fuck.
You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen–flushed and sweaty and panting, gazing up at him with flushed skin and a kiss bruised mouth. He brushes a few stray tears left on your cheeks, pressing a shaky kiss to your forehead and wondering how it’s possible to love someone so much.
The condom didn’t break, thankfully. Though his dick twitches when he sees your disappointed pout.
“You really weren’t kidding about the breeding thing, huh.” He murmurs, pulling you into his chest for a cuddle. You murmur something, but it’s too faint for him to hear as your breathing smoothes out into sleep.
He lies awake for a long time after, just watching you sleep. All safe and snug in his arms, satiated and satisfied. For now at least.
Ovulation really is no joke.
I hate this 😅 but it's been sitting in my drafts and no matter what I do to it I can't make it better. You can see what I mean about the tonal shift from part one right? Urgh Sorry gang, it's the best I could do rn.
a/n: this has been in my drafts for some days and i’m thinking about using it for a nerd!chan fic i have in mind but let’s see what you think first 👀
you still don’t really know how you got here. you can trace the steps back if you try - teasing chan about blushing at the movie you’d been watching, him surprising you when he admitted he’d never actually gone down on anyone, joking that maybe you should let him practise on you.
but now? now you’re lying on your bed, shirt bunched around your waist, panties the only thing left on your lower half, and chan is kneeling between your thighs fully dressed, hoodie still on like he’s about to study for a test rather than put his mouth on you.
his fingers rest stiffly on your knees, as if he’s waiting for permission even though you’ve given it a dozen times already. his hair falls into his eyes and you realise - he looks just as nervous as you feel.
"we don’t have to do this", he says, voice a little hoarse, "seriously. if you’ve changed your mind-"
"i haven’t", you interrupt quickly. your face burns, "i mean, unless you don’t want to-"
"i do", he blurts out, then winces, adjusting his glasses, "i mean- yeah. i want to. i just… don’t wanna fuck it up"
you laugh softly, though your heartbeat is pounding, "it’s practise, chris. that’s the point. and i-", you swallow, eyes flicking away, "i need stress relief. this… works out for both of us"
he exhales, tension bleeding out of his shoulders, "right. practise"
still, when he looks down at you, his gaze lingers too long on the dark patch of lace stretched damp between your thighs, "you’re already…?"
"shut up", you groan, throwing an arm over your face, "of course i’m wet, i’ve got you sitting there staring at me"
he chuckles nervously, "that’s… kind of hot"
your stomach flips, "chris"
"okay, okay", he holds his palms up in surrender, then settles them carefully on your thighs, "just… tell me what to do. if i’m doing it wrong"
you peek at him from under your arm, your chest tightening at the sight of him looking so eager, so tentative, "just… start slow"
he nods, then bends down, lips brushing over the lace at your center. just a soft kiss at first. then another. the heat of his mouth seeps through the thin fabric and you gasp despite yourself.
he pauses instantly, "too much?"
"no", you pant, "go on"
his mouth presses against you again, this time firmer. then his tongue darts out, pressing against the damp spot.
"fuck", you whimper, hips jerking.
he lifts his head, face flushed, "was that good?"
you glare at him weakly, "you’re such a nerd. just- keep going"
his grin is shaky, but he obeys. lips moving slowly over the lace, tongue dragging, sucking lightly until the fabric is wetter than before and you’re arching into his mouth. every reaction you give, he soaks it in, cataloguing your gasps and moans like study notes.
you’re moving your hips before you can stop yourself, chasing the friction.
"you like that", he murmurs, sounding more like he’s cataloguing a discovery than teasing.
"yes, fuck, yes"
then, without warning, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and slides them down. the cool air hits you and you squirm, but before you can cover yourself he’s tossing the lace aside and staring at you.
"fuck", he whispers under his breath, more to himself than you, "you’re… wow"
"chris", you hiss, embarrassment flaming, "don’t just- stare"
"right, sorry, sorry", he mumbles, but the awe doesn’t leave his face as he leans down again.
the first lick is tentative. broad, slow, from your entrance up to your clit. you cry out, hand shooting into his hair.
he freezes, "too much?"
"no", you groan, pushing his head closer, "don’t you dare stop"
his groan vibrates against you as he licks again, a little firmer this time. your thighs twitch, back arching. he tastes you carefully, tongue circling your clit, dipping lower to flick over your entrance, then back up again.
"fuck, fuck, chris-"
"like that?", he asks, pulling back just far enough to speak, lips shiny.
"yes", you gasp, tugging his hair, "more, please, more-"
the words spur him on. suddenly his shyness is burning away under your reactions, replaced with hungry determination. his mouth works feverishly - sucking your clit, licking your folds, groaning into you when your hips roll against him.
your moans fill the room, shameless, and he swallows them like fuel.
"you taste-", he pants against you, breath hot, "you taste so fucking good"
the praise makes you shudder, thighs clamping around his head. he groans and pries them apart, tongue flicking faster until you’re a writhing mess under him.
"does this-", he pauses to catch his breath, lips shiny with you, "does this feel good?"
"chris, oh my god", you’re babbling, breathless, "you’re so good, fuck, i’m-"
he doesn’t let up. his tongue circles your clit again and again, his lips sucking it between them until your vision blurs.
the orgasm crashes into you suddenly, tearing through you so hard you cry out his name, body shaking. your hips grind desperately against his mouth, your hand fisting his hair as waves of pleasure roll over you.
he groans, holding you down, licking you through it like he can’t get enough.
you collapse back against the mattress, chest heaving, thighs trembling around his head. he finally pulls back, face flushed, lips swollen, chin wet with you.
you stare at him, dazed, "the research really helped you", you manage, laughing weakly.
he grins, becoming shy once again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "guess i’m a fast learner"
a/n2: let me know if you would like a full nerd!chan fic 👀😏
Bangchan: Chan has a major porn problem, he watches porn REGULARLY and jerks off to it Every. Single. Fucking. Time. That laptop doesn’t just help him with work.
Changbin: mmmm I think changbin just gets off imagining a muscular girl, he’s definitely into having a fit girlfriend. Like a girl with BIGGG biceps and some tattooed arms, shit he’s cumming in his pants no doubt.
Jisung: Kind of like Chans, Jisung gets off to porn regularly. But it’s different. His is hentai, and he’s obsessed. Those cute girls getting slammed into by bigger men, the soft moans that he hears, fuck he wants them BOTH.
Heyy, ur friend recommended you for this soo I was wondering if u would do a jealous!bf!Han Jisung x Tease!reader fics, and basically the reader goes to studio with Han and is teasing him by flirting with Chan and when they get home he punishes her?
Oh my gosh anon you are onto something here 😍 i love this idea but im sorry love i have to finish my nerd chan fic before i can get to this! This will be my second fic im gonna write i promise 🥰
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