#chanhee smut

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Dirty Little Secrets

Summary: It was so unsatisfying how everyone you’ve ever slept with has been extremely vanilla. Was it so hard to find someone who wanted to tie you up? So, you confide to your best friend one of your dirtiest secrets. And he tells you one back~

Fluff?, Smut, Best Friends to Lovers au

Warnings: Bondage (Ribbons), Scissors used to safely get you out of ribbon when the scene ends, Experienced Rigger & Dom! Chanhee, (Alluded to: Big dick! Chanhee hehe), Rope Bunny! Reader, Consent talk, Use of a vibrator, Slightly tipsy sex? (They sober up in the midst), Squirting (for the 1st time), Cum Tasting/Eating, Multiple Rounds & Multiple Orgasms, Fingering (r! receiving), Oral (r! receiving), Clit stimulation, Unprotected but Safe Sex, Creampie, *Aftercare*, Use of Pet Names: Baby, Doll, and Pretty. *And if I missed anything pls lmk!*

Word Count: 4,820

Chanhee (New) X Reader 

[Long A/n: Happy Deobi Day! I hope every deobi has a good day today <3 and that this deobi year is kinder to us 😭🫶🏻💖 Anyways, Ribbon can be unsafe to use! But this is fanfic- so- just make sure to practice safe sex as always. Chanhee & the reader will be safe- dw! I also perceive this fic of mine to have queer elements to it- but maybe it won’t come across, but feel free to let me know if it does! Also, this has been in my drafts forever, but I finally got the energy to finish it. Just in time for Deobi Day! So, please enjoy!]

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work. 

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You love spending the night at your best friend’s dorm, gossiping the night away is your favorite way to end your day. And as you plop down on his couch, Chanhee puts his legs over yours and he whispers, “You won’t believe what I heard~” You grin as you turn your head to listen intently to him. And he tells you about how Eric fumbled a confession earlier, making a big mess of himself. And you both giggle about it. You loved sharing secrets and gossiping with him. It’s one of the things you look forward to the most in life. And you tell him quietly about your work gossip which makes both of you snicker. There’s no one in the world you’d rather tell your secrets to than him. 

You move to his room and onto his plush bed with two pints of ice cream, and an assortment of movies to watch while you both gossip. You dive into your pint of ice cream as he tells you about how he finds one of your shared friends cute. And you gasp, “No way! I didn’t know you found him cute too!” He laughs and snuggles his head into yours, “He’s literally the only dateable guy in our friend group.” And you immediately tell him, “You’re so right.” You both laugh knowing that the rest of them were just as available, but too ‘yucky’ to date. 

You smirk as you tell him a dirty little secret, “I love making him get things off of taller shelves for me.” Chanhee smirks, “Even though it’s well in your range motion, huh~” You nod and he whispers, “He’s like a little puppy, if I ignore him, he’s vying for my attention until I give it.” And you giggle, “You like to watch them beg, huh?” He smirks, “You know I do~” You both giggle at your little antics, knowing you’re both one in the same. 

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It’s not often that Chanhee and you get drunk. You both liked liquor, but it usually put you both into wild moods that would be too much mixed with the rest of your friends. But when it was just you two, it was fine. Because if he was jumping on your bed, you were jumping with him. If you were getting lost and running along the beach, he was running right beside you getting lost too. The two of you giggling at each other’s slurred speech all the way home. Of course, when you both finally figure out which way is home. You two match each other’s energy so well. So, when you order an expensive bottle of champagne with Chanhee coming over. You know it’ll be a laughter filled night. 

But you both know a little bit better than to get too wild when it’s with your group of friends, knowing all of them will worry too much, and try to find you both if you get lost. Which always spoiled your drunken fun and sobered you both up. The exact opposite of what you both wanted. So, you both knew better than to do so around them. Instead, you’re both only one margarita in, and sipping on the next as you watch the rest of your friends get drunk at the club. Laughing at every single one of their antics together. 

You clink your margarita against his and drink a couple of sips before you lean your head on his shoulder and giggle as you start to get tipsy. He rests his head on top of yours and you sigh, feeling fully content leaning against him. 

You watch as Sunwoo ends up spilling a drink all over himself and you look up at Chanhee to see him looking down at you before you both laugh at him. Watching your friends get drunker and messier always makes you both giggle. They were more stable than the two of you when drunk, but it didn’t make watching them any less fun. You both hear Haknyeon belting it out with the karaoke machine, which throws you both into fits of giggles, your gaggle of friends were little nuts. 

That’s when you catch sight of a woman grinding against her friend and your jaw drops as you drink in the sight of how much she’s enjoying herself. Oh, how you wished you could feel that much pleasure right now. And yet, here you were sitting against your best friend. Nowhere near the action, but you knew nothing could properly satisfy you. Hell, you could hardly satisfy yourself, what difference would a stranger or two make. He talks quietly, and you can barely hear him over your thoughts. He waves his fingers in front of you, and you look up. And he says, “Ah, there you are. I was worried I lost you to the scene before us.” You laugh; he nearly did. He asks again, “Do you think anything will happen with them? Or do you think they’ll both embarrassedly forget it by tomorrow?” You watch on and catch the way her friend bites her lip, “Oh they’re so fucking when they get home. It’ll be a night to remember for sure.” He hums in agreement. 

And you whisper, “Wanna know a secret?” His eyes widen, and he leans in, “Always.” You sigh, “I think all my past partners were too vanilla.” He tilts his head and softly asks, “How so?” You lick the salt off the edge of your margarita glass, “It’s not because of the positions… Is no one outside of fiction- into tying someone up and using toys?” He laughs, “I’m sure there are many people into it.” You grumble, licking the last bit of salt off before you put your saltless glass down. Not noticing how intently focused Chanhee was on watching how your tongue licked along the edge, not missing a grain. You roll your eyes, “And don’t you dare say Christian Grey, he’s fictional too.” He laughs, “I wasn’t going to.” You roll your eyes and whine loudly to him, “I just really would like to be tied up but no one ever wants to have full control like that… Or if they do, they want me to tie them up! While that’s hot and all- It’s so unfair!” 

He kisses your temple, trying to calm your growing whines. And that pacifies you enough to whisper, “But don’t tell anyone okay?” He hums, half the club definitely heard that last bit, but he still tells you, “I never have before, and I never will.” You take a sip from his pink margarita before you snuggle into his chest. You were feeling the perfect amount of tipsy, free, comfortable, and relaxed. Like a burden finally fell off of your shoulders because you finally told him. You feel his hand that’s around your waist, keeping you from falling forward, trailing up, tickling your sides which makes you giggle a bit before he rests it against your waist again. 

You watch as he finishes the rest of his tasty pink drink, his adam's apple bobbing up and down does something to your brain. But you can’t quite put your finger on what it is. He catches the line of your stare and he asks, “Can I tell you a secret?” And you grin, always excited to hear what he has to tell you, “Of course.” He smiles softly at you, and he tells you, “Personally, I like using ribbon to tie someone up. It’s like wrapping a pretty little present up for display.” You part your lips at that; there’s no way he just revealed that he likes tying people up. And in ribbon no less. The person you’ve been looking for has been right beside you the whole time. You let out a soft, “Fuck, really?” He nods; the pretty smile he has on his face almost has you begging for him. But he’s your closest friend, your greatest confidant. Could you really throw that all away just to explore your favorite kink? You do your best to ignore the heat rushing to your core. 

And he whispers, making sure only you can hear him say, “I would love to be the one to do that to you.” You gasp, your cheeks flush from more than just the alcohol coursing through your veins, as he draws in closer, “I’d love to put your pretty little pussy on display just for my eyes to see, and my lips to taste.” You gulp from his words and how instantly you feel yourself throbbing. Your eyes go wide, maybe you wouldn’t be throwing away your friendship… Maybe, you’d be going a step further than either of you had ever imagined. You feel him kiss your ear, “Would you like that, doll? To be all tied up for me to use as I please?” You let out a small whimper, and he nips the shell of your ear, waiting for an answer. “Please, Chanhee…” His hand that isn’t holding your waist, tucks your hair behind your ear, “You sure you can handle me, darling?” You blush, “I’m sure.” He lifts your chin up and places a gentle kiss on your lips. 

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You’ve never viewed his room in this light before. You’ve been in his room at this time of night, of course. But watching him get on his knees to grab a box from under his dresser, that you’ve never seen before, almost has you whining. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins that was making you want to scream just from his actions alone. But you felt so sensitive already and he hasn’t even done anything yet. 

His fingers gently coast over your exposed skin, before he asks, “You sure you want to do this? I know we’re both a little tipsy, so…” You shake your head ‘yes’, you had sobered up a bit on the walk here. He tsks, “Verbal answer, or no ribbons, baby.” You pout, “That’s unfair.” And his eyebrow raises and you quickly answer, “I want this Chanhee. I trust you.” He smiles and leans down to kiss your lips. When he pulls back, you’re out of breath and you can’t help but want more. But you patiently wait as he strips you both out of your matching outfits. And you whine as you catch the sight of your desires. He smirks, knowing exactly why you’re whining now. But he doesn’t say anything as he sits down on his knees on the plush carpet before you.

And he groans as he finally soaks in the sight of you, “You mean you’ve been keeping this pretty pussy all to yourself, baby?” You blush and you watch as he gets a roll of pink ribbon out of his black satin box. He asks, his breath cascading over where you want him most, “Where do you want me to tie you first?” You think for a moment, before you decide, “My wrists.” He nods and cuts out the perfect length to wrap you all up for him. 

He takes his time wrapping your wrists together, making sure there is adequate space between both, before he makes his way down to your legs, wrapping each one in the silky pink ribbon, making additional knots to ease the tension of the main knots to prevent the wrappings from growing too tight. He inspects each closely before he pulls away to admire you. You looked all pretty wrapped up like a little present just for him. He can’t wait to dive in and unravel you. He places the fabric scissors on the nightstand in both of your lines of sight. He gestures to them, “In case it gets too tight… let me know, I’ll cut you right out, okay?” You nod and he kisses you gently, his lips melding with yours. 

He lets out a dreamy sight as he stands up and looks you over and lets out an appreciative hum, “Do you want to know a secret?” And your eyes instantly catch his, “Yes.” He whispers, “You look prettier than anyone I’ve ever wrapped up in ribbon.” You blush, “Really?” And he nods, “Wayyy prettier, baby.” You grin to yourself and his hands dance along your sides before his hand finds its way back into the satin little box. 

“Are you good with using a vibrator tonight?” You whine, “Fuck, yes, please, Chanhee.” He sighs, “Such dirty words from such a pretty mouth…” You smirk, “But you like that~” And he grins, agreeing, “You know I do.” He turns on the little pink vibrator, and teases it over your tummy, before he brings it lower and lower until he finally places it against your clit and you let out a loud moan and try to move back from the sensation, but the ribbon keeps you in place. Before you let out a dreamy sigh from the vibration as you realize you're finally getting what you want. 

He keeps the speed low at first, letting you get used to the sensation before he starts turning the speed up, circling your clit with it as you start whining louder and louder. He tsks, “Come on, baby, I know you can be louder than that can’t you?” And he turns it to the highest setting, causing you to finally let out a scream as it draws you faster and faster to your first orgasm. He can’t help the little giggle that slips from his lips at the way you scream for him. And he leans in to tell you, “For being so secretive, you certainly are a screamer, baby.” You wish to have a comeback, but he quickly follows up with something you never dreamed of him saying, “Just as I imagined you’d be.” His lips are on yours before you can say anything back. 

You can’t help the small ‘mmhmph’ you let out against his lips as his fingers plunge into your core. Not expecting it, as your eyes fly open taking in the sensation of all three. The vibrator thrumming against your sensitive clit, his lips against yours, and now his long fingers curling inside of you. When he pulls away, you become a mess of words, “Fu-oh my god- fuck.” He looks over you as you start to wiggle and twist, as much as the ribbons will allow. And he asks, “You gonna cum for me, baby?” You nod quickly, and he presses the vibrator harder against your clit causing your orgasm to finally explode in full force. Your thighs shake in your ribbon restraints; the feeling is so overwhelming you have to squeeze your eyes shut as the sensation courses through you. It was unreal the amount of pleasure he just gave you. You feel him turn off the vibrator and toss it somewhere on his sheets as you finally start to calm down. That’s when you hear his soft giggles and your eyes open to find him licking his soiled fingers and how wet his arm looks. 

Your eyes drift lower to see the huge mess you created, “Did I?” He nods with a wild grin playing over his features, “Oh my god- uh… I have uh another secret… that was uh the first time I’ve ever done that.” He moans at that, “Really?” You nod, a little embarrassed, before he says, “It was so hot… That’s probably one of my favorite secrets you’ve ever told me.” His lower half is covered in hundreds of little droplets, and his sheets are totally ruined, but neither of you care about that as he sits down on his knees in front of you again to lick your juices up. He murmurs against your lower lips, sending vibrations up your spine, “Thank you for letting me experience your first.”

He turns his head to lick the droplets off your thighs first. His tongue dances over your exposed skin, slowly drawing closer and closer to where you begin to ache for him again. He licks the last bit up before he kisses over your mound. “So pretty, and all for me… Isn’t that right, doll?” You whine, “All for you… Please, Chanhee, please...” He bites his lip, “Please, what?” You whine again, desperate to get what you want, “Please eat me out…” He licks his lips, “Don’t worry I will.” 

He licks a tentative stripe along your folds, before he lets out a low groan as he finally tastes your juices straight from the source, “Fuck, yeah. You taste so heavenly. Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Your already red cheeks would grow redder if they could at that. He takes his time tasting you, slowly licking over your folds and your clit, learning exactly how you like to be eaten out, before he’s driving you mad. Twirling his tongue over your hole, teasing it a few times before harshly sucking on your clit. He holds your ribbon wrapped legs down against the bed as he devours you. 

Your fingers ache to hold him against you and force him to eat you out forever. But with your wrists wrapped up, you just hope he gives you exactly what you want. And he does, wanting you to cum all over his tongue. He eats you out like that’s all he ever dreamed of doing, your thighs beg to clamp around his head as he gets you closer to the edge. Your thighs struggle against his hold and the ribbon keeping you in place, but you’re stuck, unable to do anything. He has full control over you, just as you wanted, but fuck, you also wanted to close your legs due to the overwhelming sensation. You cry out, “Chanhee…” He hums against you, causing vibrations to run up your spine. And you cry, “Fuck… I’m…” He hums again, realizing that simple action was causing your thighs to shake, “Yeah?” He sucks harshly on your clit, and you scream out, “I’m gonna cum.” He hums again and licks over your folds, teasing your hole with his tongue as he eagerly awaits. 

With one more suck on your clit, it causes you to cum all over his tongue and he lets out the loudest moan, “Fuck, baby…” He laps at your folds until you still, having finally come down from your high. He pulls back, placing gentle kisses over your stomach. He gets off his knees, moving his hands from your thighs so you can draw them back up. And asks, “Do you want out of any of the ribbons?” You think for a moment, trying to arrange your thoughts after that intense orgasm he just gave you before you shake your head, “No, I like it… It’s like a comforting hold while you ruin me.” He grins, happy with your answer, “Okay.” He kisses you and gives you a minute or so before his fingers trail over your skin and dip lower to trace over your folds, “Can you go again for me, one more time?” You nod eagerly, feeling yourself start to throb again at the thought. 

He asks, ready and willing to pull one out of the satin box, “Condom, or no?” You hum, “You didn’t fuck anyone since we got our screenings together last week, did you?” He tells you, “No.” And you grin, “Me neither. No condom, I want to feel you.” He groans, his hips canting up at the thought, “You’re killing me.” You lean your head up a bit, “Good.” And he kisses you deeply as he lines himself up with your entrance. His left-hand splays over your ribbon covered thigh, casually trailing over the ribbon as he slips his tip inside of you. You gasp against his lips, “Chani-” causing you to let out a soft groan as he continues to fill you up. 

He slowly works himself inside of you. And when he finally bottoms out, you both let out a sigh and he places gentle kisses over your neck, “You okay?” You sigh, heavenly, “More than.” He smiles as he tells you, “You’re doing so well for me, pretty.” He kisses your lips again. Your lips meld together as he slowly moves out before he pushes in again. He takes his time as you both get used to the new sensation. You sigh, throwing your head back against his pillows, “You stretch me out so well… Fuck.” He groans, “You’re so tight… It feels so good…” Your lips find each other again, lazily making out as he takes his time with you. 

He whispers against your lips as he pulls away, “How am I ever supposed to forget this?” You search his eyes for a moment before you whisper, “I know I never will.” He sighs, “If it must remain a secret, it’ll be my favorite one.” You pout as his thrusts start to grow faster, “I thought me squirting for the first time because of you was your favorite secret?” And he laughs, causing you to laugh too, “I think both will be my favorite since they belong to the same night.” You grin and can’t help but agree. 

He watches your body twitch beneath him and he asks, “I wonder if I can get you to do it again.” You look confused as you ask, “What, again?” He smirks, “Squirt all over me.” Your eyes widen and his hand that was resting on your thigh reaches for the vibrator he carelessly tossed away earlier. And your walls clench around him at the thought of him pressing that to your clit again, causing him to let out a soft moan. “You want me to put this against your pretty little clit, huh?” You nod eagerly, causing him to raise his brow, before you let out a soft, “Please.”

He nods and you watch as he turns it on again, before placing it against your clit, causing you both to moan from the vibrations. His throws his head back, “Fuck that feels good.” Before he looks back down at you. And sees your fingers wiggle a bit, and he catches sight of them and in between your ribbon held hands, he puts his free hand so you can easily hold it. And you let out a sigh of relief, “That’s what you wanted, baby?” You nod and he asks, “Why didn’t you ask before?” You shrug to the best of your ability, “I didn’t know what I wanted until you gave it to me.” He groans and you raise an eyebrow and he tells you, “You worded that too well.” His thrusts grow faster inside of you, finally starting to chase both of your building orgasms. 

He adjusts himself over you, keeping his hand within yours as he does, to hit a better angle and you gasp, “Oh my god-” And he smirks, “Yeah? That’s the spot, baby?” You nod quickly and he makes it his goal to repeatedly hit that spot as his lips trail over your collar, leaving little red marks all along it. He turns the speed on the vibrator up as he starts to circle your clit with it, and you let out a loud moan. “Ch-chanhee…” He hums before his lips trail over your neck and up to your lips, “You gonna cum for me again, pretty?” You nod, “Ye-yeah.” And he groans as your walls clench down around him for the second time. 

He feels you grip his hand tightly as your orgasm washes over you for the third time. Your ribbon-wrapped thighs twitch around his, as you squirt all over him, shaking and crying. You look beautiful as you fall apart beneath him. Your walls clench around him tightly causing him to let out a few loud moans. Every part of your body twitching from the intense orgasm he just gave as he moans, “Oh, fuck, yeah, that’s it…” He groans as he watches you cum beneath him, you looked too pretty for words. Prettier than any outfit that he’s ever styled for you. You successfully soaked him again, and oh, how he wanted to cause you to do that again and again for the rest of his life. His thighs along with yours were soaked, and it was a heavenly sight. He can’t help as his orgasm quickly follows as your walls continue to clench around his cock. His hips stutter against yours as he finally cums inside of you. 

He slowly pulls the vibrator away from your clit. Letting out a sigh of relief, because the vibration was driving him mad too before he fucks you both through your orgasms. And when your thighs finally stop shaking, he slows down, before he slowly pulls out. He watches his cum spill out from your sensitive hole and his eyes quickly dart from your mixed cum to your eyes before they dart back down. And he can’t help the way he instantly drops to his knees to lick it up. He groans at your shared taste as you let out a loud, “Ah! Ah!” from the oversensitive sting. You pout at him as he goes back to kissing your thighs, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” And you roll your eyes at him, “I don’t think you’re sorry.” He shrugs, “Could you blame me?” You hum before you agree, “No.” 

He licks along your thighs again as his hand holds yours, tasting you until his tongue grows tired and he gets off his knees. He stands over you, keeping his hand still in your grasp as he moves your hair to frame your face so he can kiss your forehead. “You did so good for me.” You lean your head up and he smiles as he kisses you. “Now, let me get you out of these pretty ribbons, okay?” You nod and instead of fuzzing with the knots that he so nicely tied. He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs his scissors before he removes his hand from yours. He puts his finger between each knot and your skin so he wouldn’t risk you getting cut. He snips both of your arms out with ease. Before he gets to the bow at the very end that he had fastened to make you look like a proper present for him. He cuts it off and places the pretty pink bow on his nightstand along with the scissors. So, he can hold your arms in his hands and kiss over the slight marks the ribbons left on your skin. He rubs them as you move your fingers, getting your full range of motion back as he gently cares for you. 

When your arms are fully back to their color, he does the same with your legs, removing them carefully from their confines. Kissing along each red mark and caressing them before finally letting them settle on the slightly damp bed. You look at the ceiling taking it all in, your best friend in the whole entire world, fucked every last sane thought out of you. And oh, how you wanted more. Not just more of this night, but more of him than you ever imagined possible. You wanted him to be yours.

He asks after a few minutes of quiet admiration, “Would you like a pint of ice cream, a bath, to gossip, or?” You grin, looking down at his fluffy hair and into his eyes, coming fully back to your senses, “How about all three?” A smile spreads over his lips, “I like that idea. I’ll be right back.” 

You hear him turn the tub on before he heads to the kitchen. After ten minutes, he returns to you. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, “You okay?” You smile, “More than.” And he grins as he picks you up from his bed, making a mental note to change the sheets before you both fall asleep on it. He gently sets you in the tub, letting the warm water gently relax you before he follows you in, facing you. He opens one of the pints of ice cream before he hands it over to you with a spoon before doing the same for himself. And the two of you eat for a few minutes before conversation starts flowing between the two of you like usual. 

You cackle about earlier and how goofy all your friends are to what you feel for each other now, and he asks, “Do you want to know a secret?” You nod, eagerly, “Always.” He looks shy as he whispers it, almost hiding into his pint of ice cream, “I think I’m in love with you.” You watch as his cheeks flush and he tries to cover it with another bite of ice cream. And you lean in real close, the water splashing a little out of the tub as you do, “Chanhee, do you want to know my secret?” He nods, unable to speak, and you say, “I think I’m in love with you too.”

[newdeobis]

pwp again yay, there's such a turn of events

Wednesdays are Chanhee's laundry day.

There was something about being home alone in the middle of a stressful week, doing all his chores after his classes and part time job that helped him to get rid of the stress. Humming songs and focusing on whatever he was doing rather than overthinking about things that made him anxious.

It also meant that his roommate wouldn't be home until late at night.

Not that he didn't like you, it's just that it was hard to focus on anything else when you were right in front of him, undressing without a care until you were covered by your dress shirt, keeping your undergarments out of his view while rolling your eyes, grumbling something about your boss or how annoying one of your classmates are. Chanhee was mesmerized.

Not by your beauty, but by how messy you were.

Even though the brown haired boy appreciated taking a good look at your face whenever you were distracted and making mental notes of random things about you, about pretty and cute you looked whenever uouhe couldn't stand doing shit when you were around, being clumsy, loud and careless.

It stressed him to no end, but the boy never said a word about it out loud.

That's why Wednesday is also known to be Chanhee's happy day.

But soon enough, you'd find a way to stress him out. He knew this day would come soon or later, and that's exactly what happened that week.

It all started with you skipping all your classes. Deciding to bang some trashy music way too early in the morning while swaying your hips. Dancing around the house while holding a cup of coffee and greeting him with a smile.

Any other day – any other time of the day, Chanhee would convince himself that you're one of the most beautiful creatures he has ever laid his brown eyes on. But it was barely 8 AM, and the way that his eye-roll combined with the desdain washed over his features was enough to let you know that he wasn't down for your shit. Dark circles under his eyes from staying up getting his project done before going to class, puffy face and messy hair complementing his bad day combo.

Chanhee really wasn't in the mood, you got the clue. Staring at him in silence as he sat there in silence, sulking while having his breakfast. The song still playing in the background and he took another sip of his coffee and kept his cold gaze focused on the wall.

In moments like that, you were sure that Chanhee hated you. He often wouldn't talk to you and seem irritated with anything that you did. But it really wasn't like that.

The boy couldn't hate you even if he wanted to, even though it was truth that he often found himself in a bad mood. He was just a professional complainer by nature and you happened to be there and do the things that annoyed him the most. But he didn't want to fight you and say things that would offend you, that's why he kept a straight face and mouth shut, jaw clenching when you did something that made that fire burn inside his veins, biting his tongue.

And you just couldn't help him, could you? Your beautiful self just couldn't help him with shit. Not even on his worst day.

Chanhee found himself grinning like a maniac when he reminded himself that you still needed to go to work and probably would be gone by the time he returned, only to be replaced with a frown as soon as he got home and realized that you couldn't even wash the fucking dishes.

It got him going mad, insane, running a hand through his dark locks as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he headed straight to his room, leaving the door open since he wouldn't be needing it

But then, he found... something. did the same to yours. It wasn't a big deal.

when he found your panties, using his pinky finger to get the lacy, see through fabric. So small. His eyes bulged when he smelled you, fingers wrapping around the lacy fabric so greedily when his cock throbbed that the thought that crossed your roommate's mind almost shocked himself.

He wanted to keep it.

He wanted to keep it and feel it.

Fuck. You. Chanhee cursed you under his breath, fingers tightening their grip around the fabric. You always found a way to get under his skin in the most annoying ways, he couldn't shake you off and this was driving him insane in every single meaning of this lovable word.

he run to his room, suddenly terrified that you would walk in any minute.

Now cold, but it wasn't enough to stop him to take of his pant and underwear and wear it.

Cock hardening, making it difficult to hide his twitching cock as it grew

Chanhee ran to his room, locking the door as he squeeze your panties a little harder in his fingers.

He found himself while palming himself in front of his large bedroom mirror, closing the curtains as the sunset light kissed his features. Cheeks pink and lip swollen from biting down so much.

At first, it didn't feel right, the adrenaline keeping his ears perked up at any sound, but the blood rushing straight to his cock every time he dragged his slender digits running along the length of his covered length, mouth falling open as he watched his cock twitching, starting to leak while the see through fabric let him see every move, every drop of pre cum that dared to make contact with the lacy.

He grunted, head hittinh his headboard with a tud as he lazily circled the head of his cock with his thumb, tapping it lightly against his slit as he watched the soft fabric stick to his tip. Wondering if you did the same to your slit when you felt yourself dampering your panties, if it stuck to your skin, clung down your body like that.

It had him rolling both his eyes back and hips up, pushing his hair out of his forehead as cupped his balls, mewling out loud when his eyes grazed over his form in the mirror again, the fucked out look in his eyes had him calling your name, shutting his eyes as his hips rolled against his palm, slowly stroking and palming his cock over the fabric, until it was fully hard and heavy, pushing against the tiny panties.

He looked so good, it was a pity that you couldn't see him like that, spread legs and everything.

It wasn't enough, he needed something warmer, softer than what the tight grip of his hand offered. He needed something to fantasy. That's why he soon enough found himself changing positions, moaning embarrassedly loud when lowering the waistband of your panties to let his tip poke out, fishing for the lube in his drawer as he sat on his knees, breathing heavily. Fuck, he felt like he was about to combust. Room so hot that

he could help but sweat, hair sticking to his neck and forehead as he ground his hips again, moving it up and down open in that would help the aching pleasure he was feeling. Cursing himself when he coated his cock in lube, tight and rapid pace as he took another glance at the mirror, crying out as he teased his tip again, running a finger up the vein i underside like you'd run your tongue. Wondered if you'd tease him like that before sitting on his cock.

Chanhee parted his lips again at the thought, but no word came out, only a shaky breathe leaving his body as he felt his body tensing, clenching his jaw as he laid down, hips rutting his pillow as soon as he lowered his hips. Shuddered at the rough sensation. Cock throbbing hard as he called your name.

findinh your damp panties and keeping it. wearing them to feel your wetness in his cock. chanhee. tiny tight pinky panties barely being enough to keep his big, hard cock restrained. He'd grind on his pillows to get off, moaning out prettily as he feel his tip poking from the waistband, leaking down your panties. feeling so nasty when the thought of returning your panties to you, covered in his cum, later almost bring him to the edge. Fuck, he feels so pretty, so good, so fucking good that he comes in spurts, panting and whimpering at the feeling of the velvety head being grind on his pillows, laying down, dick softening and balls empty in your panties. Blush crimson in his cheeks, using his shirt to cover himself up as soon as he hear the door unlock, eyes as large as a salsage.

Wash it and return it to you.

x

gosh you test my limits

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Fishnet Stockings

Summary: If there was something your boyfriend was known for. It was dressing like there was a runway no matter where he went. And today was no exception. Except the fact that this outfit made you feel like falling to your knees and worshiping him.

Smut, PWP?, Fluff?, Established Relationship au

If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.

Warnings: Messy Oral (m! receiving), Use of Spit/Drool, Fishnet/Clothing kink, Hair pulling, Semi-public sex (don’t do that) and *Unknowingly* being heard, Use of Mirrors, Slight! Degradation, Slight! Praise, Cum Swallowing, Use of Petnames: Pretty and Baby *And if I missed anything pls lmk!*

Word Count: 2,339

Chanhee (New) X Reader

[A/n: I felt so unhinged watching the ‘a;effect’ dance practice behind with @jinkoh And she said sth like, ‘not to be weird but wouldn’t he look so good in fishnets?’ And that vision made me feel a level of insanity I haven’t felt in a while. That I need to write down the thoughts before I lose my mind fully. Who knew that Choi Chanhee in that outfit would stop my writing hiatus? Not me. (Do I know if I’m fully out of the funk? Idk. But I do know Chanhee looked insane in those ripped sweatpants)]

Again, if you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.

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If there was one thing you knew about your boyfriend, it was that no matter where he was going. He was going to be the best dressed person there. Hell, with his looks, he could even make a paper bag look good. His fashion taste was just one of the many things you adored about him. Everywhere is his runway. And you couldn’t help but always look forward to seeing him and how he was dressed. Today, after your jobs both let out, you decided to meet up at the mall food court to shop around together. You had already changed into your after-shift clothes at work and now you were waiting for him in front of an Auntie Anne’s with some cinnamon bites for the both of you. 

He texts you he’s on his way up the escalator and you can’t help but feel excited. You finally get to know what he’s wearing. You spot him as he gets off the escalator and you can’t believe your eyes. He looked too damn good. As he walks towards you, you can’t help the feeling that bubbles in your stomach. You feel like getting on your knees right then and there in front of all these people just to please him. He looks that good. You do your best to act normal, even though you know your face is flushed red, and wave him over. And he gives you the prettiest smile, and it makes you feel like drooling. 

He’s wearing a white tank, with a light blue overshirt that is tied at the ends, making his waist look even slimmer. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. His pretty white shades were on top of his head, ready to be flipped down at any minor convenience. But the worst part that made you feel like falling to your knees for him was the bottom half of his outfit. His dark blue sweatpants that were ripped all the way up his legs were a sight to behold. But his light blue striped boxers showing were about to make you scream. And worst of all as he got closer, you noticed he was wearing dark blue fishnets. You feel like acting like a teenager and dragging him to a custodial closet and taking him right then and there. Digging your fingers into his flesh as you barely took him out of his clothes just to suck him off. 

The worst part is how he knew. He knew as he sat down across from you and grabbed a cinnamon bite and stuck it into his mouth, the effect his new outfit had on you. You could see the smirk curling on his lips at you. And you wanted to scream bloody murder, or at the very least ravish him right this instant. But you do your best to continue eating and not focus on how he was affecting you. He cheekily asks, “You see something you like?” Now, you could either play right into his palm and answer him the way he knows you want to. Or go with something you spotted while walking in the mall earlier. You go with the latter, “I passed the Chanel store earlier and saw bracelets that would be perfect for us.” He rolls his eyes, not getting his way. Before he placates it with a smile, “I think we should get them.” You feel like smirking in victory, but you know the battle is far from over. Those ripped dark blue sweatpants with the peeking boxers and fishnets were going to cause you to go feral or something. 

Or something would be the dressing rooms in a JCPenney’s with you on your knees in front of him. No one else was here, it was pretty much empty, except the two workers that were chatting at the registers wanting to go home. So, it was safe to say you were getting your wish the moment he called to ask you to help him try something on. But you knew he never had trouble trying on beautiful things. And when you got inside the dressing room he was leaning against the wall. There was nothing he had to try on, he was just waiting to see what you would do. You shut the door behind you, locking it behind you before you dropped to your knees in front of him, no longer able to resist the need to have him in your mouth. He holds your jaw in his delicate ring clad hand forcing you to look up at him, “That’s where you belong, pretty~” 

You can’t help but let out a soft groan as your fingers trail over his bulge. You give it a soft squeeze before you slip your fingers through the holes in his sweatpants. Your fingers gingerly reach out to touch his fishnet clad legs and you can barely resist the moan that begs to leave your mouth at the feeling of them. You let out a sigh before your fingers move away from his pretty thighs to pull at the waistband of his sweatpants. You bat your eyelashes at him, and he gives you a small nod. You pull his pants off, letting them rest at his knees as you notice something you hadn’t before. And it makes your mouth water even more. His striped light blue boxers were over the pretty dark blue fishnets. You bite your lip as your eyes rake over him. Your thighs tense up as your fingers shake, slipping under his boxers to drop them. And when you do, you can’t believe your eyes. Since he was wearing the bigger diamond netting, it was just barely containing him. You make quick work of slipping him through the middle diamond before you finally kiss his tip. And you sigh; this is what you wanted all evening long. His leaking head has you immediately wrapping your lips around it to savor the taste. Victory never tasted so sweet. 

And before you can begin to suck him off, his hand squeezes your jaw again. And you look up at him through your eyelashes. His lips are curled in a smirk as he tells you to open your jaw and you do, and he lets spit dribble from his tongue onto yours. And you let out a soft whine as it lands on your tongue. If you didn’t need him before, you certainly needed him to ruin you now. But that could wait, you need to suck him off in those pretty fishnets, or you’ll combust. You hold your spit-covered-tongue out before you swirl it around his head. And he gives you a satisfied smile before you start sucking him off. 

Your mouth is full of him. As your fingers dig into his hip, holding onto him as if your life depended on it. Your tongue swirls over his head before you bob down his length. And his fingers curl into your hair as you find your pace. You happily bob along his length, taking him to the back of your throat before swallowing around him. Which makes his hips stutter against your lips and you grin. He rolls his eyes as his fingers tense in your hair in warning. And you continue bobbing up and down his length at a leisurely pace. Your nose brushes against his fishnets every time he hits the back of your throat. It makes your pants even more uncomfortable each time you do. You can’t wait for him to take care of you just as much as you can’t wait for him to cum down your throat. 

When he grows tired of your pace, he takes over. Using his hands that were in your hair to control your movements. You can’t help but grin around him as he speeds you up. Making you bob your head along his length even faster. He pulls you off of him and turns the two of you so you both can watch the sight in the mirror. You groan as you watch from the corner of your eye how deep you’re taking him in your mouth. And you can’t help but let that fuel you to suck him off faster. Even with his hand slightly controlling you, it made you bob your head up and down his length with even more vigor. You can’t get the imagery of Chanhee coming undone from your motions alone out of your mind as you sucked on him even harder. He lets out quiet moans, he’s desperate to hold back so you both won’t get caught. You watch him bite his pretty lips in the mirror and it makes you ache for him to be loud. But you know he can’t be right now, so you’ll suffer knowing he’s coming undone just from your mouth around him. When he twitches for the first time, he holds you close to his pelvis making you choke around him. When he lets you pull back to breathe, you take big gulps of air back in, before he has you swallow him again. He continues doing the same thing, holding you to him until you can’t take it just to have you take a breather. 

Your lips are swollen as he pulls you off him, and he rubs his tip against your lips, making them even messier before he pushes back into your mouth. He loves making you into a complete mess. And as he has you take him to the hilt again, you look up to see his pupils wide with lust and you can’t help the soft noise that releases from your throat as you swallow around him. He groans, “S-shit.” His hips thrust in your mouth before he regains control, giving you a small glare. You can’t help but smile at him as he pops you back off him. He rolls his eyes before he begins moving you along his length at the pace he desires. His eyes flicker to the mirror and your eyes follow his line of sight. Both of you watch as the drool spilling over from your chin drips onto your pants. It has him letting out a soft moan. And you can’t help but smirk around him as your nose touches his netting. God, he looks so hot in fishnets. You can’t get enough of it as your tongue swirls around his tip before he pushes you back down his length. 

He lets out a few soft noises before he whispers, “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum…” You feel so satisfied hearing those words. He asks softly, biting his thick lips to resist moaning loudly in the mainly quiet dressing room, aside from the sounds of you sucking him off. “You gonna swallow it all?” You hum happily around him and that causes him to twitch in your mouth. His fingers dig into your scalp, “F-fuck.” He holds you to his fishnet clad pelvis as he twitches inside of your mouth before as he floods your mouth with warm cum. You swallow around him and tap his hip to cue him to let you pull off. You pull off him with a wet pop and you can’t help the satisfied grin you give him as you swallow the last few drops. He always tastes as good as he dresses. You open your mouth to show him you swallowed it all, and he gives you a soft smile and you smile back at him as he rests his head against the dressing room wall behind him. You rest yours against his hip. You feel Chanhee move and your eyes flicker to watch him in the mirror. And you watch as he reaches in his purse, and he gives you a napkin to wipe your mouth. You hand it back to him after you finish wiping your chin off. And he takes it from you and tosses it into the bin. You rest against him again, the fishnets bound to leave a pretty impression on your cheek when you get up. And you close your eyes for a moment as you take it all in. He tells you softly, “If this is how you react to me wearing fishnets… I think they need to become a staple in my fashion.” You cackle and he ruffles your hair, and you teasingly say, “Maybe I’ll wear some too~” And you giggle as his hips stutter at that thought. “Don’t tease…” You smirk as you kiss his hip, “If that’s the reaction I get at the thought-” 

He rolls his eyes and slowly draws you up and holds you to him. He tells you softly as he rubs your back, “When we get back home, I’m going to ruin you.” You grin and kiss him, “What are you waiting for?” When you release his lips, he releases you from his hold and drags his boxers and ripped sweatpants back up. He kisses the diamond mark left on your cheek before you both take a moment to fix your appearances in the mirror. Your hair looks like a mess from his fingers that were in it, and you brush it out with your fingers. And for a moment you almost wish for him to take you in this little dressing room right here and now. But you both know better, you don’t want to be kicked out of your favorite mall. So, you settle on waiting for home. You both strike a pose in the mirror before he holds his hand out for you to take, and you happily take it in yours. You swing your arms back and forth together with the promise that you’re about to have a fun night. Your newly matching Chanel bracelets glitter in the fluorescent lighting as you walk back out of the store and into the mall. Oblivious to the red faces of the two cashiers working the cash register. Who knew full well what the two of you had just done in their store’s dressing rooms.

[1-800-jewon]

Material Girl!

“And I am a material girl.”

Pairing: Choi Chanhee x reader.

For: @g0r3wh0rre. MDNI!!

He was just an ordinary man by his standards, in popular speak, he was just a boy. But by no means was he ordinary. He was one of the most popular celebrities ever. He had many girls after him, all of them willing to buy the most expensive items for him. The thing none of these girls knew was that he hated all the expensive stuff and worst of all he was an omega. Whenever a girl came up to him with a diamond necklace, he smiled forcefully and said thanks. Once he was in the safety of his room, he gave away the gift to his body guard and looked in disgust at the letter that was attached then he threw it away. He felt forced to deal with these girls, these omegas who only cared about him for his looks and body. As he was going back to his dressing room, he noticed a note on the floor. It was another invitation to another party. He sighed and got ready, not having any choice to miss this time. When he got there, he already knew he wouldn't have fun. So many alpha's and omega's grinding on each other or making out in the corner. He sighed in disgust. He looked at the food, barely edible and so were the drinks. He walked out, walking wherever his feet would take him. He walked by an alleyway when suddenly he heard something. He looked and was suddenly pulled in. He was pushed against the hard wall, He looked up to see you, a tough, dominant looking alpha. He wanted to cry, what was happening to him. You had a strong scent, deep black cherry with hints of dominance. You easily picked him up and pushed him against the wall, you took control of him. You saw as a tear fell down his face. You heard him start to sob. You shushed him quietly, kissing the tears off his face as you took him back home. He felt calm and safe as you laid him down on your bed, kissing his face all over. He felt your hands taking off all of his clothes. He looked around your room, you didn't scream extremely rich nor did you behave like those girls who liked him. You bent down, licking his neck, almost nipping at his scent gland. He whimpered as you got lower and lower down his body. Your eyes found their way down to his small dick, you looked at it and then at him. "It's okay, you can touch me." You wrapped your hand around it, feeling it and thumbing his slit. You saw small pearlescent beads coming out. He watched as you used his dripping precum to jerk him off. His hips rose to meet your movements, moaning out how good it felt. He felt as your hand squeezed him tightly, making him cry out. You squeezed him again watching as parts of his skin were painted white. He looked so cute, dazed and needy just for you. You bent down to his ear and whispered, "Mine." He gasped, waking up and looking around his room. He sighed, getting up and getting ready. He was going to shoot a new music video and he had to make sure he was perfect, not just for the music video but for his partner in the video. When he got there, he got dressed and got on the bed in the shoot. He sighed then turned to the side and gasped, there you were. The alpha from his dreams, he nearly got wet just seeing you. You bent down to his ear and whispered, "I'm gonna make you my knot-dumb omega who can't live without his alpha." He almost whimpered a "yes please" when the director started recording and you opened your mouth and bit down on his scent gland. All he could hear was crack!

So..... It was supposed to be entirely different but my mind went another way. Hope you like it!!

[daisyvisions]

[9:51PM] Change of Plan - (c.ch)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), dom!reader x sub!Chanhee, handjob, edging, begging, handcuffs, humiliation, blackmailing (but it will never go public), mentions of attempted manipulation, panty stealing, perverted tendencies, cum eating, allusions to more sexual acts, pet name (good boy), Word count: 0.8K

A/N: Part 2 to this fic! (sorry for the wait to those who were asking for it huhu) I was having a hard time trying to find the right tone for the second part of the story but here we are! Another timestamp for y’all hehe proofread once! Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

Chanhee couldn't believe it. To be here with you in this moment almost exactly how he wanted it to be, the way he’s thought about you like this in his late-night fantasies is finally coming true. He has you where he wanted you to be, his plan actually worked!

Well… sort of.

The one thing he did not consider was that he’d be completely chained up to his bedpost, unable to touch you the way he wanted to.

It was totally unexpected really, how both of you would end up in this situation. Chanhee stuck handcuffed to his bed while you continuously tease and edge him for the nth time tonight. Tears running down his cheeks as he begs you to just let him reach his high.

But little did he know while he was concocting his plan to have you as his that he was playing with the wrong person. In fact, you might’ve been even freakier than he was (but he didn't need to know that right now).

“Please let me touch you, I promise I’ll be good.” He cries out. You chuckle in response as you continue fisting his length.

“I highly doubt that.” Chanhee whimpers as you tighten your grip on him.

“Isn’t this what you wanted Chanhee? Isn't this what you’ve been planning all along?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “So be a good boy and take what I give you!”

That last statement definitely got his cock throbbing in your hands. You being a dominant was definitely something he did not expect but here he is, turning into a mess because of it.

This was not the plan at all! The plan was to spread rumors around campus on how heartbroken he was when you rejected him, eventually everyone at school would make you feel bad about it, you’d say sorry and start over, become friends, throw a grand party at his place, and finally get you loosened up enough to want to have some more fun with him.

The plan was going smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary whatsoever! But one thing Chanhee failed to take into consideration was holding back his perverted tendencies with you, especially when he would secretly steal your panties and bring them home with him.

That is how you discovered his ulterior motives to your so-called “friendship” as you wandered around his room and eventually found your missing underwear in his not-so-secret drawer full of other erotic items… Which is how Chanhee ended up being chained to the bed by his own handcuffs.

He should’ve known your sudden advances towards him when he came back to the room were suspicious. But no, he only thought with his dick in that moment.

The feeling of your body pressed against his as you made him get close to his headboard, pinning his hands above his head while kissing his neck. And before he knew it he heard the clinking sound of metal and the cold material wrapped around his wrists.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, Please let me cum!” He whines as he continues to struggle in place. You take a while to respond, his eyes pleading for you to let him release his load but instead of a “yes” you pull out your phone.

“W-what are you doing?!” Chanhee’s eyes grow big.

“If you wanna cum, admit that you’re a little pervert for stealing my panties.”

“Never!” He protests.

“But don’t you wanna cum already? It’s very simple.” You smile as you continue to jerk him off vigorously, pointing the camera in his direction.

Chanhee’s still hesitant, but if he doesn’t say anything his balls might just explode.

“Alright fine!” He lets out a big sigh. “I’m- I’m a pervert and I stole your underwear!”

“Ooh such a good boy!” You coo at him. “Alright you can cum.”

As soon as you give him permission his load started spilling in globs, most of it landing on your hand and on his stomach. You’ve never seen someone cum this much, especially because you were the reason for it. You inspect his release on your hand, mesmerized by how it looked under the low light. The sight alone made your core throb harder than you cared to admit.

“Hey uh…” Chanhee mumbles, making you look back at him. “Can you unlock me now? My wrists are starting to hurt.” He shakes the handcuffs as he says this. You don’t respond for a while, a sudden idea coming to mind as you smirk back at him.

“I’ll only let you go if… you give me another load.” You lick your hand coated in his essence before climbing on top of him, opening his jaw and spitting in his mouth.

“Fuck-” Chanhee hisses, feeling his cock kicking again by how turned on he is right now.

“Our little secret okay?” You look into his eyes as he just nods in return.

Guess Chanhee did get what he wanted after all, but better than he could ever imagine.

[from-m-izzy]

perfect for you | the boyz choi chanhee | new

“Will you trust me even if I break you?”

» ​PAIRING: tbz choi chanhee (new) x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au!, non-idol au! » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 fluffy sex, chanhee is a really caring and attentive boyfriend » WORD COUNT: 2263 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~9 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): soft dom!chanhee, sub!reader, pet names (baby girl), marking (reader receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, piv sex, creampie, sex on table, praising (chanhee to reader), slight dirty talking (chanhee to reader), not proofread

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

happy birthday @sanaxo-o!! a bit (a LOT! 😭) rushed but i hope you find a way to enjoy this 😘

"Chanhee!" 

It's a usual occurrence for your boyfriend to sneak up behind you and give you a big, warm hug. His chuckle that can be heard after your exclamation, and the way he wraps both his arms around your shoulder always undoubtedly made you feel like the happiest girl in the whole wide world.

"Come to bed." He whispers next to your left ear with a whine after, "I don't want to sleep without you."

"I will." You directed your attention back to the neatly stacked pile of books. You are so ready to push all these smelly, slightly brown, definitely creased-up pages in preparation for your final economics exam tomorrow, "I just finished." 

Before you can even push the book even further away from your body, another arm pushes it away first. "Good." No more words were said after because he flips you around and steals a kiss from your lips. Chanhee catches you by your right upper arm when you stumble slightly at his actions, smiling fondly at your flustered state. "I got you, don't worry."

You chuckle, breaking the kiss for a bit, "You've always got me since day one."

Another chuckle is heard from his lips before he leans down to you once again, closing the gap between his hungry lips and your still innocent one immediately. It continues passionately and you can tell that he intends to keep it that way for a lot longer. The way his slender hands cup your cheeks delicately unlike how his tongue swipes your bottom lip leaves you gasping incoherent words straight down his throat. You couldn’t hold your eyes open any longer, already too lost in the way that Chanhee was physically pouring out all his love to you.

His left hand slithers behind your lower back, crashing your bodies onto each other and you can no longer control how your knees shake, the same way your lips tremble whenever he pulls away to give you some more oxygen to inhale. You would have hit the floor if it wasn’t for the way his other palm traces along, the tips of his fingers just barely touching the bare skin of the side of your left thigh before putting a bit of force, landing and gripping on the dip of your waist. 

“Here?” You whisper between breaths. Between the session, your hands already had a mind of their own, scrunching up the oversized pink sweater that doesn’t even belong to you up to your waist, your underwear already in full view for the dominating eyes who peer down at you with lust.

He pulls away for longer this time, actually putting a bit of a distance between you both. If your cheeks weren’t red enough before, it’s now definitely flaring under his intense gaze, especially with the wet string that still comfortably hung in the air on your bottom lips. 

It held your everything, the same way that he has your everything.

“If you’re up for it.”

The way you quickly nod to his invitation is what sends Chanhee’s once soft grip on your arm down straight to your clothed core. He watches thoughtfully at the way you crane your neck backwards, cursing into the warm air. Taking this open opportunity, he moves his fingers painfully slow, particularly finding the wet and darker spot on your pink panties. It sends you squirming and over the edge almost too quickly, your back arching off the counter and he keeps his hand still and lets you moan freely when you push against the tips of his fingers.

“Oh God…”

“Raise your head, bubs. I want to kiss you.”

But you physically can’t. Not with the way he whispers it so seductively and not with the way his index and thumb hook around the crotch of the fabric that keeps on getting damper as time passes by. Chanhee didn’t need to know anymore, knowing well that your body couldn’t hold on for any longer, desperate for a release to take place—for him though, he has other things that he wants to do to you before that.

First, the marks around your clean neck need to be fixed. When he did lean forward so did the way his two fingers underneath you pull the fabric down and release it, slapping your sensitive clit as a result. You couldn’t even scold him for it because your neck suddenly felt cold with the way he ran his tongue on your collarbones and the added little touches and nudges from his nose on the crook of your neck is the reason why you started to tear up.

“Stay still for a bit.” 

Knowing very well that you couldn’t though, Chanhee takes it upon himself to place a hand behind your nape, straightening your posture. Oh, how he wished you picked a better outfit for this as well because the neckline of his top is too tight for him to easily expose more skin around your neck. However, when Chanhee wants to place kisses on your neck, he must, he will and he has always succeeded. Just like now as he uses his chin to anchor the fabric down to trap you between two forces: his harsh sucks from his pretty lips and the harsher grip that he has behind your neck.

“C-Chanhee, move your fingers please.”

Finally, the begging begins and you could curse him out for the momentary smirk against your skin before he lunges in once more to the other collarbone, this time using his teeth to mark his love bites on your still clean skin. Down where your aching, lonely pussy was in his hands that still ghost the opening of your body. There is a lot of self-control happening here for both of you, especially for Chanhee because he has never left you this deprived of his touch before for such a long time during sex.

The thoughts make your head spiral and the tears finally roll down your flushed cheeks. When you open your eyes for a second, you see the moment of hesitation and the way his lips parted in surprise.

“No, no.” You quickly rebut. Your hands fly up to wrap around his neck, pushing him back down to your neck, “I’m fine, please keep going.”

“How far are you willing to take this, baby girl?” There goes the pet name that is reserved for you only within private settings. This makes you excited and Chanhee feels this with the way you let out a gush of lubrication on his fingers. He pushed back against the strength of your arms, staring straight at your half-hooded eyes. Stealing another kiss and licking the drool off your lips, you know your moans aren’t enough for him to continue, “Tell me or else I’ll stop right now.”

“Chanhee…” In all the previous sex sessions together, he always treated you gently. The way his hands would knead the sides of your waist against the mattress, kissing down your stomach to the insides of your thighs, all so perfect for him and you. But you can tell through the flash that runs across his eyes that he has wanted to be more rough on you, use more force and what happened just then, you know is the first step towards his hidden desires. You shyly smile at your boyfriend, cupping his cheek and reassuring him. “Do whatever you want to do. I trust you.”

“Will you trust me even if I break you?”

“You can break my body if you want to,” Your side of your index finger traces down his jawline before turning its finger pad on his chin to act as a hook, bringing his face closer to you. You realise now that he is panting…pretty hard, “but that will never break my trust for you.”

That’s all it takes for him to let go of his worries.

Unfortunately for your aching core, he snaps the fabric once more and you gasp sharply at the feeling. You should’ve maybe known that the gasps would increasingly get louder in the next few seconds. Chanhee lifts you by your ass, plopping your body down to the shorter side of your rectangular study desk and he makes himself comfortable between your legs that he had to forcefully separate. 

His fingers continue to rub against your folds, hushing whilst telling you to let go all over him. With your eyes rolled back and your neck falling backwards, Chanhee praises you for the first mess of the night.

The increasing darkness in his eyes should have been enough indication for you because, without another warning, your exposed stomach and bra are now visible to his eyes. Further, he couldn’t wait any longer to see you fully, hooking one of his fingers to the centre gore of your bra, seeing the slight bounce of your breasts as they breathed free in the chilling air.

Chanhee licks his lips, scanning your topless figure, grunting at the sight of everything that he has ever wanted in his life. He didn’t waste another moment and you didn’t even bother to bat an eye when you saw your laptop being pushed away from the corner of your eye, almost at the edge of the table by how desperate the two of you are for each other. A little push was given to your shoulder and you lay your heated back on the small desk. The sudden change in temperature makes you want to curl up to conserve your body heat, including your knees that have started to rise but failed to when they get pushed back down. 

"Shit." There was that little nudge behind the thin fabric of his pants that made your entire body shake. “God, you’re so…ugh…” 

“Don’t know if you should be muttering his name when I’m right here.” Determination courses through his body when the visible tip of the tent from his pants makes contact with your aching core. You whimper and twist your body to the side, unable to handle the newfound pleasure that he’s giving you.

Chanhee keeps a grip on your shuddering body by your arms, communicating for you to keep still under him from his eyes. You get the message, clashing your lips with his to devour every bit of him. He keeps your mouth busy as he rolls your panties down just enough for you to kick it off somewhere in the room and takes care of his pairs afterwards.

A hand supports his long shaft, Chanhee purposely nudges the tip of the head onto your swollen clit, pushing and pulling to hear the moans release from you whenever he does so. You're still very sensitive with your senses heightened and he's using that to his very advantage.

There's a smirk painted on his lips but the hand that cups your face says that he’s still willing to stop if you give him any indication. But fuck that because there's no way you would tell him to stop. Not when he lays his forehead to yours and starts pushing himself into your dripping hole. 

“Good girl,” Chanhee kisses the sweat dripping down the side of your face. “I’m going to keep going.” And he starts to push in deeper through different angles, moving through your velvet walls at the pace that you like.

It’s times like these when you remember once more that Chanhee is the only one for you: his hand that holds the curves of your waist, the other reaching the base of your neck but never hurting you, gripping your flesh with the right possessiveness, his moans that rile you up even further, the way he controls the rolling of his hips with yours so that he can touch the spot that makes you delirious, how he tries his best to keep his eyes open not only because he wants to see you under him but also to make sure you’re alright despite wanting to deprive the sensory information so that he can focus on the feeling where your bodies meet—he’s so perfect for you.

“C-Chanhee…” Your nails lightly scratch the surface of his arms, feeling the familiar wave of pleasure growing closer and closer to you. “I’m so close!...”

“Me too.” He groans and feverishly kisses your lips. “I want you to focus on the sensations from your lower body parts.” He buries his lips in the crook of your neck, biting and pulling your skin with his teeth. “Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” His pelvis continues to do his work on your body, his hold on your hips keeping you from moving too far away from his thrusting. His thumbs swipe your skin, a silent plea for you to release first. “Come on, baby girl.” He grits his teeth, his neck veins visible, “Let go all over me.”

Within a few seconds, you come undone under his hold and Chanhee releases his love for you deep inside your body. His arms give out immediately, burying his face into your chest, gulping and relishing how your liquids mixed, taking in the drip that escapes and runs down from your hole. Chanhee still lets out praises, kissing every part of you that he can, smiling at your pants and ‘thank you’s.

“You’re so perfect.” Whispering to the shell of your ear, patting your head and soothing you from the passionate session. “You did so well.”

“I love you.” It comes out a bit croaked but the genuine emotions from it didn’t get lost.

“I love you too.”

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any hard chanhee thoughts?

I've been really thinking of this one scenario wherein Chanhee is a photographer and somehow you end up in a fake dating scenario and it comes to a point wherein maybe your ex is getting suspicious about your relationship

so chanhee proposes to take staged ✨spicy ✨pics of you two and you end up forgetting about the pics because you end up fucking anyway (but you still send those pics to your ex 🤪)

(^^ believe me this has been a WIP for ages mostly the idea and im really planning on writing about it, hopefully soon huhu)

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Between the Lines - (c.ch)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: roommate!Chanhee x afab!reader

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Summary: In which Chanhee finds a book on your bed as he goes inside your bedroom. And what he finds inside the book sparks something deep within his soul that he HAS to confront you about it.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 2.1K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), enemies to lovers (implied), mean!Chanhee (but secretly sweet), fingering, edging, hair pulling, marking, rough sex, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), calls reader princess a lot (but says slut once), brief aftercare, some manhandling if you squint. Mentions of making out and being watched. A very whiney Younghoon makes an appearance. Proofread twice. Let me know if I missed anything! Bolded lines were smut prompts used from this list.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: My late birthday gift to my lovely moot @ilovechanhee and a treat for all the Chanhee stans! Been so stuck in a rut but thank god I found the inspiration and motivation to write this out. Something different but was totally fun to write! (wow look at that, a fic that doesn’t involve creampies hahah)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network & Tag: @deoboyznet

You never should've said yes. Especially when Younghoon was on his knees begging for his life like he’d never done before.

“Please let him stay…” Younghoon looks up at you as he hugs your legs.

“And what makes you think I want him here?!” You try to push him away.

“Just give him a few months and he’ll be out of here in no time.”

“The answer is no-” You try to wiggle your way out of Younghoon’s embrace but his arms wrap around your legs tighter, nearly making you trip over him.

“He has nowhere else to go. Please he’s my friend!”

“And I’m also your friend! And I said no!”

“He’ll stay in my room the entire time and I'll tell him to be out of your way I swear! Please let him stay with us…” He pleads like his life depended on it.

You’ve never heard Younghoon sound like this, not even when he’s drunk out of his mind (which you’ve witnessed quite often). But when he’s looking up at you with those cute baby boy eyes, how could you say no?

And that’s how you ended up becoming roommates with the person you hate the most in this world… Choi Chanhee.

Contrary to what everyone believes, there was a time where you did like actually Chanhee. A time wherein you wanted become his friend. But it seemed like every time you tried to interact with Chanhee, he wanted nothing to do with you.

Always giving you the cold shoulder, rolling his eyes, making snarky remarks, and etc. That’s how the whole rift between you two started.

Every hangout you guys would have, you two would never stop bickering. It was annoying to everyone at first but eventually it became background noise. Just letting you two argue it out until you both started getting tired.

Arguments between you and Chanhee would get incredibly heated especially when he was invited to come over to the apartment that you shared with Younghoon.

He would just come barging in your room unannounced just to annoy the living shit out of you. Commenting about your boring life since you’re cooped up in your room all day or whatever pajamas you decided to wear that night were worn “just for him”.

Even when you’d walk into the kitchen to get some water you could feel his stare burning right through you as he slowly ate whatever snack he had in his hand. The way his smirk would make you feel something weird bubbling in your stomach. But you would push down that feeling deep within and continue to ignore him as he kept on staring.

“C’mon princess, don’t act like you hate having me here…” Chanhee would tease. And on cue, you’d roll your eyes at him and talk back before walking back to your room.

It was already bad enough that this was the usual routine you two had with one another while he was a guest in your home. But to have him as roommate for nine months? It was going to drive you to the point of insanity.

You should’ve never fell for Younghoon’s pleading eyes. Because now everything Chanhee did to annoy you was a hundred times worse than you could ever imagine.

Hogging the shower when he knew you’d be late for work. Waking you up way too early when he’d blast his music as he was cooking. Seeing him make out with some stranger on the couch as you got home, keeping his gaze on you as his neck was being kissed.

The list goes on.

You started hating him more and more as each day passed, wishing he would just leave you alone. However, a part of you secretly liked the way he would give you some sort of attention. Even if it was the kind of attention that made your head ache, it was still better than nothing right?

But you would rather drown in a lake than admit that to anyone… especially to him.

“Y/n! Your turn to use the washing machine! Hurry up already!” Chanhee calls for you from the living room. He lets out a big sigh before making his way into your room, wondering what the hell was taking you so long to respond to him.

As soon as he swings your door open, he doesn’t find you in your usual spot on the bed. He does notice however, the book you’ve been reading during the past few days lying open. He walks towards the book, grabbing it to see what had been so special about it.

You do nothing but stick your nose into the pages, so hyper focused on the story that you don’t even pay attention to him like you usually do (which would make him huff out of frustration.)

“Fucking nerd.” Chanhee mumbles to himself as he inspects the book cover before reading into the page you had stopped on.

As he carefully reads each sentence, his eyes grow wider and a smirk starts to form on his lips. His smile slowly becoming similar to that of the Grinch during Christmas.

“Oh she is so dead.”

You turn the shower knob off before stepping out, grabbing your towel to wipe off a few extra drops of water on your body and squeezing the water out of your hair before you wrap the towel around your body.

As you make your way back to your room, you yelp in surprise. Clutching onto your towel from unfastening as you see Chanhee sitting at the edge of your bed reading the book that you left behind.

Oh god… the book.

“I gotta say princess… you keep on finding ways to surprise me.” Chanhee smiles while his eyes stay glued on the page he’s reading.

You walk quickly towards the edge of your bed, one hand still clutching onto your towel as your free hand attempts to reach out for the book in Chanhee’s hands.

“Give that back!” You exclaim.

But Chanhee’s movements are much faster than yours. He holds the book far away from your reach, holding your waist with one hand while you inserted yourself between his legs and attempted to grab the book.

“Not so fast now, I was getting to the part where the knight takes the princess against the wall of a hallway.”

‘We can’t. Someone might see us.’ the princess gasps.

‘And what if I want them to see us?’ The knight inserts his thigh between her legs, pinning her wrists above her head as he leaves tender kisses on her neck.

‘Let them see how good I make you feel’ He whispers into her mouth.

Your cheeks turn bright red as Chanhee reads the excerpt from your book out loud.

“Chanhee, please!” You tip-toe to try and reach for the book.

“Fuck- Can’t believe this is the kind of stuff you read. Who would’ve known you’d be such a dirty little thing?” He looks up and smiles at you.

“Chanhee I swear to god if you don’t give me my book back and get out of this room I’ll-ah!”

You squeal as Chanhee pulls your wrist towards him, accidentally landing on his lap before he quickly flips you under his figure. He grips your wrists and pins them onto the mattress, the book way beyond your reach now.

“And you’ll do what? Hm? Gonna make me fuck you like the characters in your porno book?” He raises his eyebrow.

“Huh? No! That’s not what I-”

“Because that’s exactly what I want to do to you…” He looks at you dead in the eye. His eyes blown out and full of lust.

“What?” Your eyes widen. Did he really just say that to you?

“Not gonna lie princess, I’ve thought about this moment for so long.” Chanhee lowers his head, lightly brushing his lips against your cheek before whispering in your ear,

“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”

You feel your spine shiver with how his voice deepens one octave lower. Feeling your core slowly dampen as you clench your thighs together. And Chanhee notices your movements too.

He slightly pulls his head away, the tip of his nose lightly kissing yours. His breath fanning against your lips in the process.

“How about we make those scenes in your book come to life?”

“C’mon now, beg for it princess.” Chanhee taunts. He had been pumping his long fingers inside you for what felt like hours. His lips leaving marks all over your breasts as you sweetly moan for him.

Every time you’d get closer to the edge, he would immediately pulls his fingers out of your wet hole. Tears would form at the corners of your eyes every time he would deprive you of your sweet release.

“I-ah! I have been begging! Please Chanhee-” You whine out.

You feel your orgasm fast approaching as your walls tighten around his fingers once more.

“You want to cum?”

“Y-yes, I— please—”

“Hm, but do you really deserve to?”

“Please, I’ve been good. Really good! Please- wanna cum so bad!” You desperately beg.

“Yeah? Want your greedy cunt cumming all over my fingers?” Chanhee asks as he vigorously pumps his digits inside you. You nod your head rapidly in response, feeling your orgasm just teetering at the edge.

But before you’re about to let go, he pulls his fingers out of you.

“No! Wait-” You cry out.

“Shh…” Chanhee presses his wet finger against your lips. “Want you to cum around my cock instead.”

Before you can even respond he flips you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart as he inserts himself between. He hastily pulls out his aching member from his boxers and aligns himself against your wet pussy before pushing his entire length inside you.

“Holy shit- you’re way tighter than I thought you’d be-” Chanhee groans as he pulls your hair and begins to rapidly pound himself into you.

You want to tell him to fuck you harder, but all the words die in your throat as you start to babble out incoherent sounds instead. You mind becoming foggy from all the edging earlier and the way his cock drags inside your velvety walls.

Chanhee pushes your face into the mattress, pressing his entire weight on top of you to lock you in place.

“Keep it down. You wouldn’t want our dear roommate finding out about what I’m doing to you right? Or are you such a slut you’d let him watch me fuck you til you can’t walk?”

You let out a whined moan, shaking your head instead of giving him a proper answer.

“Good. Now cum for me princess!”

And like clockwork you do. Gushing all over his member as you moan into your mattress, muffling the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth as much as possible. Chanhee follows after you, quickly pulling out and shooting his load all over your back as he deeply grunts.

You feel like you're floating on a cloud as the pleasure slowly subsides. Trying to catch your breath as you try to calm your senses from feeling too overwhelmed by everything that had happened tonight.

But you’re suddenly pulled out of your trance as soon as you feel sensitive from your core being wiped with a warm towel. Chanhee continues to wipe away his spend on your back and slowly flip you onto your back and wrap your towel around your body again.

“You okay?” Chanhee checks on you as he brushes the loose hair from your face.

“Yeah, I think so. T-thank you by the way…” You awkwardly reply.

Chanhee chuckles, amused by how cute you’ve become again even after he fucked your brains out just moments ago. You watch him as he adjust his clothes, your eyebrows knitting in confusion as you see him making his way to the door.

“W-where are you going?” You innocently ask.

Chanhee turns around and smiles at the way you pout. He walks back to you and leans down to give you a soft kiss on your lips.

“Gotta continue with the chores princess. Some of us actually do our chores remember?” He smiles, playfully teasing you.

He walks back to the door, before he completely heads out of your room his head pops back in,

“And by the way, if you ever need to reenact more scenes… I’m just a few feet away.”