Say my name
At a party filled with familiar faces and too many eyes, Chan tries to keep himself composed. But she looks too good in gold, laughs too easily at the wrong people, and says his name like it belongs to him in every version of him except the one he’s trying to ignore. By the time they’re alone again, there’s nothing calm left between them. Only tension, jealousy, and everything they didn’t say out loud. And when she finally says the name he’s been waiting for… it changes everything.
genre: jealousy, seggsy time, teasing till u crying in 4k
relationships: bang chan x reader
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The room was too loud.
Music, laughter, the clink of glasses. Everything blending into something soft and distant compared to the one thing Chan couldn’t stop noticing.
Her.
Y/N.
Golden light caught on her dress every time she moved. fabric slipping off her shoulders just enough to make his jaw tighten. The kind of outfit that looked innocent until she turned, until she laughed, until every head in the room briefly forgot how to behave.
Including his. Chan had his hand around a drink he barely touched. He was trying. Really. But then she laughed again. This time with Jisung. Leaning in just a little too close, hand brushing his arm like it meant nothing at all.
Chan’s grip tightened. “Chan-hyung,” someone said beside him. “Yeah?” he answered automatically, eyes still locked on her. “You’re staring.”
He exhaled through his nose. “Am I?” answering eyes still on her. He already knew the answer.
She knew what she was doing. She had to.
Because every time his eyes met hers across the room, she didn’t look away immediately. She held it. Smiled. Then turned back to Hyunjin like she hadn’t just pulled something tight in his chest. Hyunjin laughed at something she said. Jisung doubled over. And that did it for him. Chan stood up.
When he reached them, Jisung was mid-story. “and then he just- wait, hyung!” Jisung pointed at him. “You’re finally joining us.” He was a little tipsy, and that only made things harder because Chan knew exactly how Jisung got when he drank, and Hyunjin was even worse.
His attention kept drifting, already thinking of excuses, already planning how to get her away from them before things went too far.
“Am I interrupting?” Chan asked lightly.
Y/N didn’t look his way once. didn’t even acknowledge him. That alone made it worse for him.
Unsettling.
She was acting far too innocent, her attention locked on Hyunjin as if he were the most captivating person in the room, laughing like Chan wasn’t even there.
“Of course not” Hyunjin answered lightly. Chan smiled faintly. “Good.”
His hand found her waist almost automatically. Not rough. Not obvious. Just there, warm, grounding, claiming space without asking permission. Tapping her hip lightly as if he was trying to calm him self down.
That made her look at him. She tilted her head up at him. Eyes bright.
“Hi Channie”
The sound of her voice softened something in him instantly. She always called him Channie. Never Chris. Never.
And truthfully, he loved it. Loved the way it sounded coming from her, like the name belonged to her more than anyone else.
Still… there was a part of him that wondered what it would sound like if she ever said his other name too. More seriously. More intentionally.
And somehow, that thought lingered longer than it should have.
He tried to behave after that. He really did. But she kept leaning into Jisung when she laughed. Kept brushing Hyunjin’s arm. Kept looking back at him like she knew exactly what she was doing. But the way she didn’t look at her boyfriend for once.. made Chan’s chest thighten.
He leaned down once, voice low enough only she could hear. “You’re enjoying yourself tonight, yeah?”
Her smile didn’t falter. “I always do.” smiling softly at him but her eyes didn’t say the same.
She had always been close with the boys, that wasn’t new. Chan knew that. He trusted her, and he knew how comfortable she was around them. But tonight felt different. The way she hadn’t looked at him once. Not properly. Not the way she always did. It was enough to make him wonder if she was doing it on purpose.
Provoking him.
Testing him.
“Are you watching me, Channie?”
His jaw tightened.
“Maybe”
Her lips twitched.
“Good.” she smiled innocently but didn’t look at him.
That was the moment he knew. She was doing it on purpose.
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By the time the night came to an end, the tension between them had stretched so thin it felt one wrong word. One wrong look could make it snap.
The hotel hallway was quiet. Unnaturally quiet.
They hadn’t really spoken since they left the party. Not in the car. Not in the elevator. Not even when they walked through the lobby.
Chan had only guided her in silence and one hand at the small of her back, steady, familiar… but quieter than usual. Too quiet.
And somehow, that silence was far more unsettling than if he had raised his voice.
Because beneath his calm exterior, his patience was wearing dangerously thin. Hanging by a thread.
Every laugh from earlier, every glance she hadn’t given him, every second she had spent looking anywhere but at him, it had been building all night.
And now, as he pulled the hotel room key from his pocket and stared at the door for a second too long… it was becoming painfully clear that whatever control he had left… was very close to breaking.
Chan closed the door behind them last.
*click*
He grabbed her by her arm harshly and brought her over to the furniture right across the bed. He didn’t look at her. He turned her around in one smooth motion and bent her over. Her ass was brushing his groin through his. pants. Her dress was so short that her stance already exposed her bare cheekt to him. She didn’t say a word but tried to turn her head around but he wouldn’t let her. He immediately curled her long hair and fisted it in his hand, pushing her head back down. Her breath stalled briefly.
Like she hadn’t spent the entire night pulling him apart without touching him. His voice came out low. “You had fun.” As if it was now his time.
It wasn’t a question. She nodded slowly. “I did.”
Then he stepped closer. “You like making me jealous, baby?” his eyes darkend and her breath hitched slightly. “Jealous?” she repeated softly. Chan tilted his head. “Don’t play innocent with me.”
Silence.
Then her voice came. quieter this time, almost hesitant.
“Maybe a little.”
And that was all it took.
The words left her lips softer than she intended, barely above a whisper, but the moment they were out, she knew there was no taking them back.
She had thought about playing innocent. Pretending she had no idea what he was talking about. Acting clueless, sweet, untouchable.
But her body had already betrayed her long before her voice did.
So instead, she gave him the smallest truth she could manage, just enough to satisfy him, just enough to stop him from looking at her like that for one more second.
Or at least… that’s what she thought.
Chan crossed the space between them in one movement. Not harsh, not careless, just controlled.
Intentional.
His hand found her wrist, guiding her gently but firmly, back until her chin met the edge of the small counter. Heat pressing through the fabric of his suit as he leaned over her back, one hand steadying her at the waist while his mouth hovered near her ear.
“Channie”
“Shh.” His hand lifted her chin.
His eyes searched hers. She had a hard time looking at him since his grip was fierce. She wasn’t able to move her head. So she just had to side eye him.
“Do you know what you do to me when you act like that in front of everyone, yeah?”
Her breath caught.
“…I wasn’t-“
“Don’t lie to me.”
Not angry.
Just sure.
His thumb brushed her lower lip once.
Slow.
Testing.
“You think I don’t notice you looking at me the whole time? You think I don’t see you smiling like that on purpose?”
Her voice came out weaker. “Channie…”
“Stop calling me fucking Channie when I have you bent over this fucking table”
That was the breaking point.
Not anger.
Not control.
Something else entirely. He leaned in close. And then he dropped his face on her shoulder. “I was barely holding myself together tonight, baby.” It came out a bit mumbled.
Then he went to her ear again.
“I wanted to drag you out of that room every time you looked at me like that.” he gritted through his teeth.
Her breath shook.
“…then why didn’t you?” she was trying to hide her smile. She was turned on by his impatience.
His voice dropped lower.
“Because I’m trying to be good for you.” his grip on her hip went harshly to her waist and stayed there. He held on for his life.
Chan planted an open mouthed kiss under her ear.
Her legs felt like they were gonna melt any time now.
“I’m trying to be patient, baby”
Another kiss on to her temple.
“I’m trying to behave, yeah?” tightening his grip in her hair.
“But you’re testing me” giving her hair a little tug.
Then softer, almost a warning:
“you’re making it very hard for me” thrusting his hips right on her ass harshly.
Once.
“You like pushing me, don’t you?”
*thrust*
A shaky sound broke from her: unsteady and unfiltered.
*thrust*
A helpless sound from her.
He paused for a second.
“Yeah?” he whispered.
“That’s what I thought”
Chan gave her another harsh thrust.
She let out a broken gasp, caught between shock and something worse.
“Channie”
One of her hands that was gripping the table went behind her to stop him. It didn’t work. He kept thrusting and mumbling things to her ear. She tried to reach for him.
She lifted her hands toward his shirt, preparing to pull him closer but the moment she moved, he was already too close, his presence overwhelming her as she froze for a second her breath catching. She couldn’t even properly look back. His grip was way too tight. She tried calling his name so maybe he’d get distracted so she could hold him.
“Channie”
“What’s my name?”
“Chan-“ she couldn’t answer properly cause before she knew it he gave her another brutal thrust.
He waited.
Nothing.
“My name” *thrust*
“Channie”
He forcefully turned her face to him.
“You like testing me don’t you?”
“I just said your name baby” she said out of breath.
A little bit of a pause.
“Channie”
Chan turned her around so fast it gave he almost gave her a whiplash.
He held her wrists above her head with one of his hands, gripping it tightly. He did it so fast her breath hitched.
With the other hand he went to her dress. He abruptly slid her dress up and quietly exhaled through his nose when he saw how soaked her underwear was.
“I’m one second away from losing my patience” he said looking at her, holding eye contact.
“I’m holding back for you. Don’t make it harder, yeah?” he put his knee between his legs, pushing it on her wet underwear.
She opened her mouth, as if she was gonna call him his name again. But she immediately closed it when she realized. Thank god she realized it.
“Say it again, I want to hear you try” Chan said with a darkend look in his eyes.
He saw it. Her hesitation.
The flicker in her eyes.
The way her confidence didn’t meet him the same anymore. His expression changed. Not exactly softer but.. steadier.
More aware.
“You got quiet” he said finally. Voice lower again. “What happend to all that confidence a second ago?”
He lifted her chin up to meer his eyes.
“Where did it go, hm?”
He stepped closer again. But slower this time. Controlled, not crowding her.
“Don’t tell me I made you shy”
She wanted to say his name so badly right now. She knew he wouldn’t accept that.
She knew she couldn’t say Chris. She’s just not used to it. It sounds weird. She can’t.
She wanted him to comfort her and finally give her what she wanted so badly.
He saw it. He knew she wouldn’t. So instead he pushed his knee again. Tempting her. It made her squirm. He put his palm on her stomach and massaged it up to her breasts. He tore the dress apart, the straps immediately snapping.
She was now only wearing her panties. That were basically drenched. She’d felt embarrassingly slick and she’d new Chan would notice.
Chan looked at it and then looked back at her. Her skin warmed under her gaze.
“Up” he put his hands under her knees so she could jump.
She immediately put her arms around his neck.
“You’ve been driving me insane all night” chan said as he walked her to the bed.
He dropped her on the bed while he was towering over him. Him hovering over her now. He kissed her. Passionately.
Then a wet kiss on her collar bone.
A few open mouthed kissed on her breasts.
A kiss right above her underwear.
One on her soaking underwear.
Another one. Right on the wet spot.
“Channie” she squirmed
His head jerked up.
He yanked her legs to his face and abruptly removed her underwear.
He was fast.
He immediately dived in her pussy with his face and starts slurping up the juices first with a deep approving sound in his throat.
Her back arched on instinct.
He pushed back on her stomach.
She bit back a sound but it failed horribly.
The sensation of his nose tickling her clit was enough to make her gasp sharply, her fingers tightening as her thoughts scattered completely, like she couldn’t focus on anything except him.
She grabbed onto his hair.
“Let go”
She immediately pulled away and put her hands somewhere next to her on the sheets.
“Good girl” looking up at her.
“So you can listen”
He looks back at her leaking cunt. “You don’t even realise how good you are like this”
He dives back into her pussy and licks her from her clit to all the way down. While he slides his tongue all the way down, he grabs her legs and puts them on his shoulder. In the mean time he massages her upper thighs.
He’s being rough. Fast. But also very patient. As if he’s taking all his time. She loves it. She loves when he gets heavy handend. But he keeps pulling his head out of her pussy and just pauses every few seconds. It drives her insane.
Her hands go up, but he immediately gives her a look. She pulls away.
“What’s my name, hun?”
His eyes stayed locked on hers.
Not smiling.
Waiting.
“You know what your name is” she mumbled.
He leaned in just enough to make her heart jump, then stopped, hovering, not taking, just there.
She nearly cried at that.
“Still stubborn”
He then went back to her pussy and just kept licking her. Nonstop. He didn’t take a break this time.
She was so close.
“Channie” she breathed, her cheeks so flushed they could explode.
He abruptly stopped.
Her hands went to his head to push him back.
“I need you” she whispered desperately
“Don’t you dare to touch me”
Her hands hovered in the air. Just stayed there. He gave her one lick and looked at her. She let out a shaky gasp.
Did it again. And again.
She let out a broken moan.
“I can’t.. I can’t.. Channie I can’t” she lost control of her breathing for a moment.
He kept going. Just a tiny lick and stopping.
She tenses instinctively then goes still in confusion and frustration.
Her breath wavered first. Then she went quiet. A moment later, her eyes filled before she could stop it. Frustation and emotion spilling over all at once. She looked away quickly, like she was trying to hide it.
She knew he wouldn’t stop until she said it.
He paused again.
Then he heard it.
“Chris”
It came out thin, like she didn’t have the strength to make it louder. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. He kept going. Didn’t pause anymore. He grabbed one of her hands and put it in his hair. Allowing her to hold on to him. She gripped his hair tightly and Chan gave her what she wanted.
“Don’t stop, Chris”
His expression softened, like something had finally fallen into place. She had said it twice.
Her knees softened, like she couldn’t fully hold herself steady. She couldn’t form words, only fragments of sound.
“Chris.. Chris… Chris…” she kept saying as if it were the only word she had left.
“Chris”
His hand came up instinctively, steadying her, not forceful, just grounding. Like he needed to make sure she stayed with him through it.
“Chris…” she breathed, his name leaving her lips like a prayer she couldn’t stop repeating.
“Yeah” he breathes out.
“I know baby”
“I-“ she breathed out.
She fell apart in a quiet, overwhelming wave.
The tension between them doesn’t ease but it builds.
He stays close, watching her carefully now, not teasing anymore. Just present. Attentive.
“…tell me if it’s too much” he murmurs softly, voice steady against the noise of everything else.
His nose playing with her clit instead of his mouth.
His hand remains grounding, slowing things down when she needs it, matching her rhythm instead of pushing it. His focus never leaves her face, like that’s where he’s reading everything he needs to know.
“you’re okay” he adds quietly, almost to himself. “stay with me, hunny”
Her breath catches, uneven, overwhelmed, her grip tightening as she tries to stay anchored in the moment with him.
And when it finally peaks, it’s not rushed or harsh, just consuming, like a wave she doesn’t have to face all alone
He reacts immediately.
His expression shifts: sharp focus softening into something deeply affected. Like he feels it with her.
For a second, he goes still.
Then his voice drops lower, almost breathless.
“…yeah” he murmurs. “that’s it, love”
He doesn’t move away.
Just stays right there with her through it, steadying her when she needs it most.
And only when she’s fully there again does he exhale, forehead briefly dipping closer as if grounding himself too.
“You’re okay” he says again, softer this time.
Her reaching his hands for him. She wants to be held. She reached for him without speaking. Just arms extending, needing him. And that alone changed everything. His expression softened completely.
“…yeah” he breathed quietly, almost like he’d been waiting for that.
He pulled her in carefully, one hand at her back, the other steady at her shoulder, grounding her against him. No rush. No distance. Just him staying there.
“Was it so hard to say my name baby?” wiping her tears away.
She hides her face in his chest.
Her forehead rested against his chest, breath still uneven.
Then, so quietly it almost disappeared between them:
“…more”
It wasn’t clear at first if he even heard it.
Just a faint sound, muffled against him, fragile and uncertain. Her grip tightened slightly on his shirt, like she was afraid of the space opening up between them again.
He chuckled at that.
“You want more, yeah?”
“You want Channie to make you come again baby?” He whispered while holding her face with both his hands kissing her.
She nods and looks at him innocently.
“We’re gonna eat first okay baby?”
“Need you to eat first” while kissing her again.
Chan sat at the edge of the bed first, pulling her carefully into his lap like she weighed nothing at all.
His hands moved slowly over her arms, her shoulders, her back checking, grounding, steadying.
“Hey,” he murmured. “Look at me.” #thisisntyou
Her eyes fluttered open.
He brushed her hair back.
“You okay, baby?”
A nod.
But he didn’t accept it immediately.
“Was it too much hun?”
Then softer:
“…Did I go too far?”
She shook her head quickly.
“No, Channie… I’m okay”
Still, his expression tightened a little.
“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. “If I was too much just tell me, yeah?”
He kissed her forehead once.
Then again.
Slower.
“My sweet girl…” kissing her arms, her stomach, her shoulders.
Kissing her everywhere.
Like he was making sure she was still real.
Still safe.
Still his.
“I got a bit carried away,” he admitted quietly. “I just… couldn’t think straight seeing you like that tonight”
A small breath.
“But I need you to always tell me if something’s too much, okay?”
She nodded again.
And only then did he relax.
#englishisnotmyfirstlanguagethankyew
