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ALL MINE 𓂃 𓈒 martin edwards
synopsis : when martin finally gets you all to himself during a normal studio session, he can't help but initiate what he's been craving for.
masterlist requested 𝜗ৎ martin x 𝓯emale reader established relationship producer!girlfriend downbad!martin skin ship fluff ? tensionyyy kissing ( making out )
the studio is where you found yourself indulged in for hours multiple days a week, whether that was by yourself or specifically your boyfriend. you guys took turns working on a specific set of beats, and even working on multiple together.
whenever it was his solo, he would turn towards you religiously and ask for your opinion on how specific sounds sounded to your ears. every section he worked on, he wanted to make sure if the change he added suited the beat or not — it was all based on your opinions even if it was his own solo project.
but you noticed tonight was different ; he would turn and glance at you every few minutes, watching you as you scanned through your notes beside him. everytime you looked up, you'd glance at the monitor to see if he needed another opinion based answer, but when he continued to stare you couldn't help but let out a giggle.
"what?" you raised an eyebrow at him, internally wanting to shove yourself deeper into the chair as he stared with a slight smile.
nothing. is what he said each time you'd ask that question.
when he wasn't looking, you'd glance up at the monitor and watch how barely anything has been added, the same section he's been wanting to improve still glowing on his screen.
his fingers hovered over the board almost shakingly, his eyes flickering in between each key and the screen, like thoughts were forming into his head — but not thoughts that were intended for the work that laid in front of him.
he let out a deep sigh, shoving his body deeper into his chair as he leaned his head back. the sound instinctively removed your attention from your notes, scanning his attitude, before speaking up.
you moved an ear muff off of your ear, "what?" you asked more confusingly, watching the way he snagged off the his own headphones, and placed them on top of the desk. he ran his fingers through his free hair — a sign that shown pure stress.
"what's wrong?" you asked as you completely took off the entire headset down on top of the desk — matching his actions, as you placed an elbow on the chairs armrest, leaning towards him.
he removed his fingers from his hair, and dramatically rested them down on his lap, as he looked over to you carefully.
he didn't say anything at first, he just simply watched. he scanned your facial features multiple times, before lowering them to your entire body and bringing it back up to your eyes with the familiar smile from earlier when he would constantly look over at you.
you let out a corner smile, narrowing your eyebrows at his new behavior, "why do you keep looking at me like that?" your voiced lowered, almost in shyness but the genuine hope of an answer laced behind those words.
"can we just scrap this and work on it another day." he answered instantly, his eyes flickering in between each feature once again.
your chest heavily heaved as you looked away from him, shaking your head, "just focus." you guided your fingers through the back of your head, picking at it from the heat running through your body.
"but what if i want to focus on you instead?" his hair gripped the armrest of your chair, the warmth of his hands basically touching your elbow. he pushed your chair ever so slightly to fill in the missing closure between both chairs. he spun your chair around a bit, causing your knees to hit the side of his knee, "come on i've been waiting."
"martin." you whined out with a chuckle, removing the hand that was nested in the back of your head from the sudden movement martin had done to your chair.
you stared at your knees practically shoved against the side of his knee, forcefully turning over to look at him, hoping that your face didn't give away the affection of the whole action he had just made.
his hand absentmindedly went towards your knee, smiling softly, "i missed you."
"you saw me yesterday." you responded blankly, placing a hand on top of the hand that settled calmly on your one of your knees. he smacked his tongue, "yesterday was too long ago. and in fact we just stayed in here for hours straight, heating up complete bullshit." he shook his head.
you laughed, resting the side of your head onto the top of the chair. his eyes followed your moves, bringing them down to the smile that he loves, and the cloudy sound that rung against his ears. he couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh too, eyes locked onto your mouth.
the hand that rested on your knee slid up a bit against your thigh, "i don't know why you're laughing."
"because you were so proud of it yesterday. what's the problem now?" you giggled.
"the problem now is that you're sitting here next to me looking beautiful." he rised his back off the chair, sitting up straight now. "wow so i didn't look beautiful yesterday." you jokingly rolled your eyes.
"you look beautiful everyday." he smiled, semi leaning over towards your chair as he removed his hand away from your knee and onto the side of your neck, "can't i just love my girlfriend?" he teasingly smiled at you.
"not when you have stuff to focus on." you pursed your lips, glancing at the monitor behind him and then back onto him. he scoffed, catching on, "the stuff right now is you." his hand slid up from your neck, and onto the underside of your jaw, impulsively leaning in closer.
your hand reached out and placed itself onto his wrist, giggling softly. you felt spikes run up your body, the heat from the back of your neck gushing through every vein. your palms felt sweaty from the closure and from the tension. everything made you impatient, you couldn't help but raise your free hand to the back of his head, pushing him against you, filling in the closure.
he smiled immediately, but it fell off as soon as your lips moved against his, melting at the soft touch. the fingers that were settled onto the back of his head, softly gripped onto the locks underneath them, as you pushed him impossibly closer against your lips. the action alone had him tilting his head, creating a deeper scenario.
your hand fell off his wrist and clinged onto the underside of his own jaw, your thumb guiding through the skin, the same soft pace as the kiss.
he pulled away from the kiss, still closer than ever as the heat of his own still remained against the plush of your lips, "this is extremely uncomfortable." he muttered out quietly, looking in between your gazed eyes and lips.
you smiled as your grip on his hair loosened, "what? kissing me?" you titled your head in his touch, now running your fingers through the small section of hair. "no goofy. me literally having to bend over the plastic parts of the chair just to kiss you." he smiled back softly.
you hummed, not speaking out true words. "i think we both need comfort." his hand lowered to your forearm, as he pulled himself backwards on his chair, you following along.
"martin, you could've just told me to get up." you pouted, as your body began to slide off your chair. he mindfully grabbed the side of your thigh, placing your knee on the open cushion next to his thigh.
"just sit." he laughed, still pulling onto your body. your hands rested onto his shoulders, as you placed yourself comfortably onto his lap, his hands holding onto your waist.
he hummed at the new position, scanning you entirely. "shut up." you whispered, one of your hands sliding up to same spot as earlier — the underside of his jaw.
you pulled yourself in onto his lips, the both of you immediately melting into the feeling. his grip remained onto your waist, but tighter than usual. one of them began to slip up and down, creating rough tension between your top and the skin below it.
you tilted your head, with a raise of your body, deepening it much more than anticipated, yet the kiss remained gentle and soft.
he let out a quiet sound, his hand stopped sliding the fabric against your hip, instead squeezing it tightly as his head leaned back on the headrest.
your lips moved with semi - force, catching the quiet sound. pure love was laced within. his hands screamed i miss you and the way he moved screamed that he's been needing this — and you felt it through every rush and pulse throughout the kiss.
he pulled away with a teasing smile, eyes narrowing, and face clearly flushed — matching your complete complexion, "i thought you wanted to focus on the project?" he mumbled lowly.
"you distracted me." you laughed softly, the heat of your laugh hitting his lips, causing his eyes to look back down to your mouth.
he pecked your lips a few times, his hand sliding up to the side of your neck this time, letting his lips cling onto yours longer than usual, "i love you."
you giggled even more – the hand resting under his jaw slid its way to the back of his head, resting your fingertips in between his hair strands, "i love you too."
when he brought his lips back to yours for a peck, you pushed his head further into yours using the hand that latched behind his head, pulling him to another full proper kiss.
he tilted his head back further into the headrest through instinct, creating a deep, an almost rushed kiss, much more warmer than the last.
you felt his breath becoming uneven throughout the kiss, his grip loosened and tightened through each movement, like he wanted to let go but he knew he couldn't — everything felt addictive.
"we need to stop." you muttered out shyly when you pulled away, your words almost cutting off when he found himself chasing after your lips.
"i think you need to stop." he smiled deeply, licking his lips in process — casually, staring up at you just like how you were his whole life.
"i'm not doing anything." you shrugged, pulling yourself back down to sit on his lips properly now, his hand sliding down with you to rest back on your waist.
he rolled his eyes, "right – shoving me into my chair and leaving me out of breath is you not doing anything."
"nearly killed me there." he joked, "i wouldn't have minded though." he raised an eyebrow, catching the change of your expression – pure cringe.
"but i don't think i want that happening to you." you fake pouted, guiding your hands onto his shoulder blades. "you would do it to anyone else?" he questioned, his low smile lowering as he spoke.
you hummed, "maybe." you titled your head with a teasing smile.
he wanted to be mad at you, annoyed at you for even thinking that way and agreeing to his statement, but your beaming smile made him wipe away those thoughts almost instantly.
it was his turn to hum, almost inaudible. he placed a hand onto your forearm, pulling you down onto him, chest to chest.
your arms absentmindedly wrapped around his neck. the smallest gap was formed in between the both of your faces, begging for it to be closed.
he smiled down at you, his gaze glued to your lips, the faint plump still remaining on your lips from the moment prior.
"c'mere. all mine."
ness ˎˊ˗ CHOCO my love. i fear you just fed every coer out there with this idea i love 🤟 also I KNOWWWW trust me im done with the KISSING okay ?? (for now) unless that's what yall want ... ha
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My Baby-Girl (2) | Bang Chan [NSFW]
Bang Chan - Stray Kids
Rating: M (18+) MDNI
Word Count: ~5.3k
Pairing: Bang Chan x Tall!AFAB!Reader
Genre: Mafia AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot
!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!
Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Bodyguard! Chan, Mob Boss Daughter! Reader, Pet Names (Baby-Girl obviously) Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Color System, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Tongue Fucking, Rimming (F! Receiving), Fingering/Finger-Fucking, Slight Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Slight Overstimulation, Rough Sex, Daddy Kink (it is Bang Chan after all), Unprotected Sex (Not Recommended), Big Dick! Chan, Dom! Chan
Author's Note: Oh geez, look at all that. I had a few comments that were wanting a Part 2 and so of course, here it is~
-> Part 1 <-
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"Channie, can you come zipper this up~?" You call from the other side of the curtain of the changing stall. The black silk parts and he steps in. His fingers don't dally as he finds the zipper and pulls it up, the open back of the dress halting the track at your lower back. You look at yourself in the mirror, wondering if the deep green really suited you or not.
"What do you think of this color?" He hums and you watch in the mirror as he rests his chin on your shoulder, the hands that were at your back moving to your waist.
"Whatever you want me to think."
"That's so not helpful." You huff, rolling your eyes. Your gaze meets his through the mirror and you can't help but snicker. Even without your shoes on, he's a bit shorter than you, allowing him to easily just rest his chin on your shoulder.
"Hey~!" You squeak when he pinches your side, smirking.
"I don't care you're taller, but if you start teasing…" His voice lowers as his lips hover right at your ear, "…bad girls get punished."
You shiver at the change in his tone, and his words.
"Sorry, daddy…" You mumble and he kisses under your ear.
"Let's try on that blue one, baby-girl."
~(^人^)~
After picking out your dress for the party your father's having for your mother's birthday, you head to the men's section to find a matching tie for Chan. While your father wasn't overly thrilled about your relationship, once you both explained that it would make it easier for Chan to guard you as your boyfriend, he was more accepting. He does have a soft spot for Chan, obviously, since he let him be his precious daughter's protection. You hadn't gotten the blue dress either, but a dark red one, and you’re struggling to find a matching tie that was just the right shade. Chan had went off to another part of the store to look for something else that he wouldn't tell you, but you still have to get shoes. After finding a tie that looks the closest, you see him heading toward you as you hand the tie to the shopping assistant.
"What were you looking for~?"
"I put it up with the dress, don't worry, you'll see when we get home." He smiles and you narrow your eyes slightly, but hum in acceptance. It's probably a present and last time you tried to press him about what a present was, he made you wait longer for it. The shopper's assistant leads you to the section of the shoes and you look over the display, tapping your chin.
"Definitely red bottoms…"
"These." Chan points to a pair of black pumps.
"Those are really tall Channie."
"You can walk in them."
You go over to look at them, they'd make you a good six inches taller than him…
"Are you sure?"
"Your legs will look amazing in these." He holds the display shoe up for you to look at better.
"And your head will be at my shoulder."
"So?" Your eyes meet his and behind the polite smile he has on for the assistant to see, you see a slight spark underneath.
"If you're sure…"
"Get these in her size." He tells the assistant and she takes the display shoe to go and get your pair.
"I don't care that you're taller than me, (Y/N). Do you care that I'm shorter?"
"No! I just…I don't want you to look bad next to me at an event…" His finger goes to your chin and forces you to look up and at him. You’re in flats, putting you only a tiny bit taller than him, making eye contact easy.
"Firstly, everyone looks second-rate next to you." You flush softly.
"Secondly, height hardly matters when you're lying under me." He'd whispered that straight in your ear since the assistant had come back with a shoe box for you to try on the heels. You flush a bit harder, clearing your throat, then go to sit on the bench. You sit on the ottoman as Chan kneels and takes off the flats you have on, then puts on the little disposable sock things for trying on shoes and slips the luxury heels onto your feet. When you stand to truly test them out, the top of his head is at about your chin.
"Stunning~" He takes a step back to get a better look and you sit back down. He takes them off and returns them to the box so they can be brought up to the counter with the rest of ensemble.
"Chan-"
"No, we're getting them."
"I mean…what if we get you… um…
"Shoe inserts?"
"Yeah?"
His gentle disapproving look hardens and he looks up at you, slightly annoyed.
"(Y/N)."
"Y-Yes?"
"If you bring something up about our height difference one more time, I'll fix the problem by making it so you can't walk for three days. Clear?"
"Y-Yes, daddy." You mumble, bowing your head bashfully.
"Good girl~" He kisses your forehead."
~(„ಡωಡ„)~
You're still in your robe, doing your hair after your shower for the party, when he comes in with a bag. Setting it on the vanity, he pulls a box out from the bag and moves to stand behind you. Because you're blocking your own view of him in the mirror, you can't see exactly what he's doing, but soon he's draping a delicate gold necklace over your collarbone, a gorgeous ruby pendant dangling from the chain.
"Oh, Channie…." You run your finger over it softly as he secures the clasp.
"Your father pays me very well, luckily." He huffs a soft laugh and puts the open box on the vanity where there’s a matching set of earrings.
"What else is in the bag~?" You reach for it and Chan leans down to whisper in your ear.
"It's a present for me, baby-girl~"
You remove the tissue paper from the shopping bag and inside…is a set of lingerie that matches the color of your dress near perfectly.
"Oh~?" You smirk at him through the reflection of the vanity mirror.
"Luckily I know your size…intimately~" You roll your eyes playfully and stand up from the vanity, taking the lingerie with you.
"I'd hope so by this point~" You stride to the folding screen you change behind and he watches your silhouette though the paper screen. You toss your robe over the top of it and you know he continues to watch as you put on the bra and panties. They were the same dark red, with lacey flower motifs and there’s even a garter belt and thigh highs.
"Oh, so this is what you like~?" You call from behind the screen and you can hear his hum in agreement.
"You know the slit in the dress will show the halters, right?"
He's silent for a few seconds and you almost peak out around the screen to see his face.
"You didn't know?"
He's quite a bit longer.
"It's fine." But his tone showed it was not.
"Should I forgo the garter-"
"Wear it. I'll be with you." You wait for a bit longer to see if he'd change his mind, but when you don't hear anything, you put it on.
"You want to see it before I put the dress on~?"
"No. We won't make it to the party if I do." His voice is strained and you aren't sure if its from holding back or if he's still thinking over the revelation of the dress.
"Can you bring me the dress then~?" You hear him moving through the room and the click of the hanger as he takes it off the hook on the back of the door. He drapes it over the top of the screen and you pull it down to put it on, only stepping out from around the screen so he can zip it up. You hadn't put your hair up yet, so you hold it out of the way as he moves closer to pull the zipper up all the way to the back of your neck.
"How do I look~?" You turn to face him and he smirks.
"Like you're mine." He steps closer, forcing you to back up slightly till your back hits the wall, and his hands go to your hips.
"Chan-"
"Shh…" He hushes softly and looks over you. You already had your make up done and just needed to put your hair up and earrings in.
"We're gonna be late."
"Hm…" He doesn't seem to care. You hit his shoulder playfully.
"Chan, it's my mother's birthday, we have to go." He sighs, clicks his tongue, then lets you go and backs up.
"Now go change." You prompt, shooing him off and go back to the vanity. You get your hair up in a somewhat messy but elegant bun and put the matching earrings in. You turn on the vanity stool to get up, but Chan stops you, carrying your new heels. He's in his slacks and his shirt is technically on, but its open and his loose tie is draped over his shoulders and his body is mouth-wateringly on display.
"Okay, now you're just teasing me."
"Getting' back at ya~" He snickers and kneels, setting your heels down. You let him move your leg so he can help you put the shoes on and he does the ankle straps. Before he can stand though, you start to button up his shirt and his eyes move up to your face as you do so. The domesticity of the situation tampers the fire he'd been feeling build into a gentle hearth-like heat and he smiles gently as you then move to do his tie. As your securing it, pushing the knot up to tighten and adjust it, you can feel his throat rumble as he speaks against your fingers.
"I love you."
You don't freeze, but your hands slip and you tighten his tie too far and he lets out a soft choking noise and you squeak, pulling back and he loosens the tie himself since your hands are covering your mouth.
"I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?"
"Uh…no." He huffs softly and you then process what he'd said.
"Say it again…"
"No?"
"Not that, before that."
"Oh…" He smiles a bit bashfully and looks up at you, his smile was so beautiful it took your breath away.
"I love you, (Y/N)."
You whimper softly. You'd never had a relationship get this far before…
"Oh, oh… Channie~" You reach forward and cup his jaw in your hands and his hands cover yours, thumbs rubbing over your skin.
"You don't have to say it back-" He starts back you cut him off with a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"I love you too~"
He lets out a breath of relief at this and you giggle. He turns his head to kiss your palm and before he can start kissing up your arm, you pull back.
"Get your shoes on, we have to go!" You turn to look in the vanity and make sure your makeup and hair is just right and he chuckles softly, standing up to go do so. He puts his vest on over his shirt and then rolls the sleeves up to above his elbows, and puts his watch on. You glance over and get up, digging through a random drawer and find what you were looking for. It was actually a cat collar, but… You go over to him, having to bend over a bit in your heels and you secure the leather band around his bicep.
"Perfect~"
He looks down at the strap then huffs and laugh, shaking his head.
"Let's go~" You grab his hand and your clutch and lead him out.
~(✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)~
Chan really has nothing to worry about at the party, the only guys that are there all work for your father, also with Chan, and no one would dare make a move on his girl, let alone the boss's daughter. The few that aren't in your father's mafia are related to you since they’re relatives there for your mother. The part that’s so bad though…is your mother's cougar friends. They'd mobbed Chan near immediately as soon as you left his side to go to the ladies room with a few of your cousins. When you get back to the hotel ballroom, you almost can’t find him because of the glob of middle-aged ladies in expensive fur coats surrounding him. When his eyes meet yours, they’re pleading desperately for help and you’ve never seen him look so cute. He isn’t at the party as a guard, but as your boyfriend, and he’s not only being bombarded with questions, but wandering touches. A spark of annoyance flares in you and you shoulder your way through the women to come to his side.
"Sorry ladies, but I must take him away from you now~" You try to act polite at first but there’s the same possessive spark in your eyes and tone that you'd inherited from your mother that the other ladies have learned to avoid. They part like water and you lead him off to a banquet table that no one else is at.
"That was…intense." He huffs softly as he snatches a flute of champagne from the table and downs it in one pass.
"Sorry, I won't leave you alone again…"
"It's okay, baby-girl." You flush slightly, for some reason hearing him call you that where anyone could hear…
"(Y/N)!" Your father's booming voice cuts through the whole room as he approaches and Chan straightens up, putting the glass down and clasping his wrist behind his back.
"At ease, son, you're not here for work." Your father claps Chan on the back hard and it's clear that he's used to it because he barely flinches.
"You look like a rose tonight, kitten." Your father kisses your cheek and you return it and you nod over to where your mother is. She’s sitting in a elegant chair that looks more like a throne, a queen receiving gifts from her subjects.
"That'll be you one day." The older man nods toward his wife and you huff a soft laugh.
"You're gonna treat me like a princess till you die, papa~?" He chuckles, shaking his head.
"You'll be a queen one day, dear." He motions to Chan with his whiskey glass, then takes a sip. Realization snaps into place and you look in shock between the two. Even Chan looks surprised but manages to hide it pretty well.
"You don't have a brother, dear. Who else will take over?"
"C-Chan's going to take over?"
"Makes sense my daughter's husband would."
"I-I get that but…" You glance at Chan. Yes…you love him… But already talking about marriage? At first you thought the idea would make you panic, that it would scare you…but…it just makes your heart pound harder.
"Sir…can we please…not speak of this right now?" Chan breathes out, almost like your father's words took the wind out of him.
"Come now," your father chuckles, "You've been together for almost a year now, you already live together. You love her. She loves you?" He looks at you and you smile and nod. You do, but being put on the spot…
"You did show her the ring?" That question sucks all the air out of you and let out a breathless 'what?' and Chan looks like he saw a ghost.
"Sir!" He adjusts his tie, looking away from you, face red and your father's face falls.
"Oh…oh you…you haven't… ah." He clears his throat, downs the rest of his whiskey…and just walks away.
"P-Papa!" You call after him but he pretends not to hear you. You look at Chan and he smiles apologetically.
"Stay there." You point at him and march over to your mother. She's three sheets to the wind and she giddily excuses you for the night, probably not even realizing it was you. Going back to him, you hike up your dress with one hand and grab his with the other, leading him out of the ballroom.
"(Y/N)-" You stop and let go of him, resting your hand over your heart, standing right in front of the elevator.
"What…ring?"
"(Y/N)-"
"Did you buy a ring?"
"No… Your father gave it to me for…"
You sigh softly.
"My grandmother's ring?"
"Yes."
"I'm so sorry, I don't know why he's pushing so hard for you to marry me-"
"I asked him…"
"You…what?"
"I asked him…if I could marry you… He gave me the ring." You finally look fully at him, in the eye, and you both just stand there for a moment. The ding of the elevator snaps you both out of the stupor and you step out of the way for a few returning guests to come out, presumably having gone to retrieve something.
"L-Let's…go home and…"
"Talk?"
"Uh…yeah." You both enter the elevator and it feels awkward for the first time in your relationship.
"Am I moving too fast?" He asks softly and you shift on your feet, your heels clicking on the floor of the lift car.
"No." You tell him softly, looking at the floor. He sighs in relief.
"It's just hitting me fast."
"I wasn't going to…propose like…tomorrow or anything… I was going to wait a while, but…I did want your father's permission. I think he thought I was going to…well, honestly, tonight."
"At my mother's birthday party?" You finally look at him, exasperated with your father. He just shrugs. You both look at each other for a few seconds, then burst into laughter. The elevator gets to the bottom floor and the valet sees you both from across the lobby and is already out the door to get Chan's car.
"I mean…I guess it's normal for couples to talk about getting married…way before anything official." You shrug and he hums.
"But…now you know."
"Know what?"
"What your ring will look like."
You're silent for a few seconds.
"So?"
He looks at you, brow crooked and then he smiles in relief and you can't but smile as well.
"Okay."
"You're so handsome~" You cup his jaw in your hand and he has to look up at you with you still in your heels.
"Now let's get home so I can take these damn heels off~" You both head to the door right as the valet brings Chan's car.
~（￣ε￣ʃƪ）~
You're barely in the door to your apartment, just getting your heels kicked off, before he's on you. He's still kicking his left shoe behind him when your back meets the door and his lips are sealed over yours. You moan softly in surprise as the door clicks fully shut from the force of his pin. You're back to easy kissing height and he's very impatient right now. When he pulls back from the kiss, there's lipstick on his mouth from the transfer and you reach up, smearing the smudge more off his lips and over his cheek. He takes your thumb into his mouth, sucking and licking over the digit and you huff with a soft smirk. Chan grabs your wrist and pulls your hand down and kisses you again, his tongue already in your mouth and trying to get down your throat. Wrapping your arms around his neck, his own reach around and find the zipper of the dress, tugging at it hard. You hear a slight tearing noise but couldn't care less. He won't even let you pull back from the kiss the take your arms out of the dress and you gasp harder, pulling back to gawk at him as he literally rips the dress at the seams over your shoulders.
"No time-" He grunts and kisses you again, tugging, and with another rip the other seam breaks and the dark red fabric pools around your feet. The kiss is broken just so he can bend down a bit, grabbing you at the thighs and you jump a bit, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pins you back to the door, the kiss resuming as you get the strap off his arm, and you fumble to get the buttons of his vest and shirt undone as he loosens his tie. It seems you're taking too long though because as soon as you get his vest off, he tugs at his own shirt and it busts open, a few buttons flying through the air and he discards the shirt to wrap his arms back around you. You're running out of air, but he doesn't seem to have the same problem as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss further and your head swims. Finally he pulls back and you pant for air as his hips pin your harder to the door, his hard cock grinding over your pussy through his slacks and your panties.
"That lingerie's even better on you than I thought it would be, baby-girl~" He runs his hands over the soft material of your sheer thigh-highs.
"You have good taste~"
"I do, don't I~?" His voice nearly rumbles and you grip to him tighter when he pulls you away from the door and starts to carry you to the bedroom.
"I'm gonna fuck you in it~" His hands slide from your thighs to your ass and he grips making you squeak. Chan drops you on the bed, making you bounce and you scramble up to prop yourself on your elbows to watch as he undoes his belt buckle. He yanks the belt from the loops and it snaps in the air as he tosses it away. He takes his tie out of his pocket and tosses it onto the bed and you barely notice because you're watching in anticipation as he undoes the button of his pants.
"Knees." He orders and you don't even hesitate. You hurry to crawl off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling in front of him properly, hands folded in your lap.
"Good girl~" He hums and you have to flinch back a bit as he shoves his slacks and boxers down, his cock springing out and nearly slapping you in the face.
"Open." He grips your chin hard, thumb shoving between your lips and he presses down on your tongue, prompting you to drop your jaw. Your tongue follows as he removes his thumb and you moan into the air as the weeping head of his cock lands on it.
"Nose." You breathe in deeply and you gag very softly as his cock goes from just the tip in your mouth to the whole thing is buried down your throat, your nose pressed into the hair at the base of him. Your eyes roll back at the feeling and your hands in your lap shift as you grip your thumbs tight in your fists.
"Fucking hell, baby-girl~ This throat is a damn dream~" He groans and you can nearly feel the rumble of his voice through his cock. You swallow around him, head already swimming a bit despite having been ready to hold your breath. He pulls his cock out just enough that you can suck in air through your nose, and without building, he starts. He fucks your face like it's your job to take it, the thick girth of him slipping down your throat bulges it visibly. His hand reaches down to feel over your throat as he fucks it and you whine a moan around him, eyes watering and tears spilling over as you cunt clenches around nothing, hips twitching. Chan's eyes darken as he watches the residue of your lipstick mix with your spit and his precum, coating his shaft in a faint red sheen. Drool drips down your chin as you suck around him as his cock batters your poor throat, taking him like a champ. Your mascara doesn't run, you don't even wear stuff that isn't waterproof, but your eyeliner isn't so lucky. He groans at your messy face as you look up at him with wide, eager, obedient eyes and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.
"Fuck-" He grunts again, groaning low, fingers weaving into your hair. You breathe in harshly through your nose and his hand in your hair forces you to take him to the base and your eyes roll back as he starts to cum. You swallow over and over to get all of him down, more tears spilling and your pussy weeps. You glance up, able to make out his thrown back head and bobbing adam's apple through the haze of your tears. You get distracted though, swallowing too late and you choke softly, cum spurting out from your lips around his cock but he either doesn't notice or doesn't care. You can't swallow the next load and you choke around him again, then your eyes water harder, nose burning as it spurts out from your nostrils.
"Shit-" He pulls back, noticing that and you heave for air as his messy, still semi-hard cock leaves your mouth and you cough a few times, swallowing down what's left.
"Sorry, baby-girl~" He doesn't seem all that sorry as he reaches to grab a water bottle of the top of the dresser. He kneels down, opening the bottle and holds it to your lips, tipping it so you can take a few sips.
"T-Thank you for the snack, daddy~" You mewl out and he chuckles.
"You're welcome. Does your nose burn?" You nod and he stands again to grab a few tissues. He holds them to your nose and you blow and he huffs a laugh as more of his cum comes out as well as the mucus already in your nose.
"Color?"
"G-Green." You sniffle as he pulls the tissues back and chucks them in the vague direction of the trash can.
"Good. Bed." You scramble up to do what he asked, crawling onto the bed.
"Back."
You roll onto your back, head on the pillow and you squeal when he grabs your ankle and yanks you down the bed so your butt's right at the edge of the end. Before your foggy mind can process why you can't see his abs anymore, you hear his knees his the floor and your back arches with a gasp as his face buries in your covered pussy.
"Ruined these panties, baby-girl~" His nose brushes over your clit through the thin fabric as his tongue runs up the material. You yelp when he smacks your ass, forcing your legs to fold back with his arm notching behind your knees and forcing them to your chest. Chan mouths at your pussy through the fabric, sucking on the soaked material, his strong tongue making it almost seem like the thin silk isn't there as it slides through your folds.
"D-Daddy~!" Your hips twitch futilely but his arm holding you down prevents too much movement. When his arm moves it's just so his hands can grip at your knees instead and he forces your legs apart, his mouth moving down from your pussy so his tongue can shallowly fuck into your ass through the material
"A-Ah~?!" You nearly choke on air at the feeling, back arching, shoulders twitching, and you grip the sheets tight. You can hear his breath harshen as his nose presses into your covered cunt as his tongue rims your back hole.
"You smell like fucking sin…" He groans, pulling back and you manage to catch your breath. He lets go of your legs and they flop down on the bed and you heave for air, arm draped over your eyes.
"Color?"
"Y-Yellow, just give me a sec…" You pant out and he gently moves your arm from your eyes. He kisses your forehead, then picks you up and shifts you up the bed. As you calm down a bit, he moves the strap of the lingerie bra down your arms enough that the cups fall forward and your tits fall out. Licking his lips, Chan leans down and wraps his lips around a nipple, his hand grabbing the other side, kneading as he sucks. You whine softly, shivering at the feeling and he switches sides as his other hand goes to your panties. Instead of taking them off, he just shoves the crotch out of the way and buries two fingers inside you.
"Fuck~!" you gasp, hips bucking and he leaves a trail of sloppy kisses up over the swell of your tits and up your neck, over your jaw, then his mouth meets yours. You can hear the obscene slick sucking noises of his fingers fucking your pussy open over the similar noises your mouths are making, his tongue wrapping around yours.
"Come for me~" He purrs against your lips, nose still brushing yours, his thumb pressing hard against your clit, exposing it from the hood and with a single flick your breath leaves you in a rush as your orgasm hits. His fingers help you ride through it and you flop limply onto the mattress as he pulls his fingers out. Instead of licking them clean, he uses your arousal to slick over his cock, hand pumping twice before he notches the broad head at your still twitching entrance.
"Color?"
"G-Green-!" Your answer devolves into a squeal as he fucks into you in one smooth thrust much like he had your throat. Your still fading orgasm flares to sudden life at his entrance and you cum once again on his cock this time.
"Good fucking girl…" He groans, hands sliding over your soft-nylon-covered legs to guide them. Your panties dig into your skin a bit since he'd just shoved them to the side to slide inside of you and the underwire of the bra digs in as well as your tits bounce from the force of his thrusts. He forces your ankles together over his left shoulder and as his hips rut against yours, he finds his discarded tie. Wrapping the red satin around your ankles, he ties it loosely but securely and wraps his arms around your legs.
"D-Daddy~!" You giggle through your moan, sounding delirious as the angle lets his fat cock batter your weak spot.
"So fucking pretty, (Y/N)~ My baby-girl~" He coos, but instead of doing something sweet, like kissing your forehead or something, he just starts to fuck you harder.
"A-A-AH-AHH~!" Your eyes roll back as he fucks you through another orgasm. As he slows to help you ride the waves, he unties your ankles. Your legs fall to his waist and he leans over you, hips rolling slowly. His hands find yours and he moves them to over your head, then uses his tie to tie your wrists to the headboard. Instinctively, your wrap the fabric around your hands to hold on and he smirks at the sight. Chan shifts up higher on his knees, your legs wrapped around his middle forcing your back to arch, ass in the air, shoulders pressed into the mattress.
"Fuck~!" You squeal as his thrusts turn shallow, his cock buried deep inside you only for him to pull out about an inch before you fucks back in, grinding his pubic bone against your clit.
"Take my cock so fucking well~"
"Y-Yes, daddy~!"
He chuckles at your fucked out response and you shudder hard as the deep rutting soothes you through another orgasm, and your clit starts to sting. Chan moves your ankles to his ears and he leans down over you, folding you in half. His mouth finds yours as he continues the deep rutting, but when he pulls back, he's back to brutally pounding down into you.
"Gonna cum inside this sweet little pussy, you want that baby-girl~?"
"Y-Yes, daddy~! F-Fill me up~!" He grunts, gritting his teeth as he gets as deep as he can and you keen a whine as you feel heat bloom low in your tummy as his cum fills you. You squeak slightly when he snaps the band of your garter-belt, the elastic striking your thigh.
"Next time I fuck you in something like this, it's going to be white~"
-> Part 1 <-
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𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑: 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚞𝚔
Clumsy yet caring nonetheless, finding the perfect way to take care of you.
Falls asleep on top of you immediately. Like, immediately, knocked out with his head lying on your chest. It surprised you the first few times, but you’ve grown used to it, finding it endearing.
After he wakes up, he’ll press kisses all over your face, making you laugh as the two of you wake up slowly. After the two of you cuddle for a while, he’ll walk you to the shower, kissing you the whole way there and leaving you to shower as he cleans up the bedroom.
You’ll get out of the shower to find him making the two of you a nice breakfast, something quick and easy for you to eat as you move your cuddle session to the couch, catching up on the latest show you guys have been binge watching.
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Ot10 oral giving and receiving head cannons please🥰🥰
no problem🤭🤭 here you go!
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giving or receiving head
treasure ot10: giving or receiving head
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REQUESTED
hyunsuk - receiving
He can take a real good care of your pussy but he just loves seeing you on your knees, taking his cock like a good girl that you are. The moment you start, he rewards you with praises and his soft moans.
jihoon - both
To him it always goes both ways. When you give him a blowjob he feels like you have to get your pussy eaten as well. The better you suck his dick the harder he wants to pay you back, making you cum more than one time.
yoshi - giving
As much as he likes when you give him a head it doesn’t compare to the way he loves burying his face between your tights. Your moans and screams when he’s eating you out are music to his ears. He just wants to make you feel good.
junkyu - receiving
You’re his favorite stress reliever. Especially when you do that while he’s working in his studio. He gets frustrated he can’t get a good inspo for a song so you get under his desk and give him a good head. Works every time.
jaehyuk - receiving
He just loves when his girl takes care of him. Running his hand through your hair to get a better look at you struggling to take him whole. When you glance at him from below you see him smirking with cockyness.
asahi - giving
Girl, the way he works his tongue on your clit will literally make you see stars. Always managing to find your spot right away. He also likes overstimulating you with his tongue, to boost his ego even more.
doyoung - giving
He’s so down bad for you, he sometimes straight up begs you to let him eat you out. So adorably desperate to taste your pussy. He’s determined to make you squirt too, and he learned to successfully do that almost every time.
haruto - receiving
Biggest fan of your lips, especially when they are wrapped around his cock. He’s teasing you soo much, pushing your head down further, controlling the pace. He groans, satisfied, when you gag on him.
jeongwoo - giving
He’s absolutely devouring your pussy. Servicing you with care, trying to find the best spot to make you scream and arch your back. When you make eye contact with him he immediately reaches his free hand to hold yours.
junghwan - receiving
He’s really needy to get his dick sucked but he likes playing you up first. Glazing you how well you do that, and how much he needs to feel your soft lips on his cock right here and there. You can never resist it.