Someday - Bang Chan

The sea stretched endlessly before you, waves rolling in a steady rhythm as the salty breeze carried the crisp scent of the ocean. The sky was painted in various hues of orange and pink, a breathtaking view that you desperately wanted to capture.

You adjusted your camera, took a shot, frowned, and adjusted again. The light shifted too quickly. The waves weren’t hitting the shore quite right. You wanted the shot, the one that truly captured how breathtaking this moment was.

Chris stood a few meters away, watching you with a soft smile. He had initially thought you would take a quick snap and be done with it, but here you were, still completely immersed in your craft, completely unaware of the way you fit so effortlessly into the scenery.

He didn’t mind waiting.

If anything, watching you like this – lost in your own world, bathed in the soft glow of the sunset – was enough to make his heart ache in the best way possible.

𝐎𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲

Shielding her eyes from the gleaming sun, Sky peered down at her father and frowned in thought. His eyes were shut, his eyelashes long and delicate against his flushed skin, his head resting comfortably in his wife's lap; Sky lowered her face closer to him, tilting her head to the side as she carefully inspected the stillness of his facial features.

“Is he asleep?” The eleven year old asked her mother in a loud whisper.

Y/N giggled under her breath. She was leaning over to the side, reaching for the tray of things nestled on top of their lawn and pulling it towards her. 

“I'm not sleeping … “ Chan mumbled a moment later. “I'm just resting my eyes.” 

“You always say that,” Sky said with an amused smile. “And then you fall asleep.” 

“That's not true,” Chan grinned. 

“Yeah it is,” Noah chimed in from his spot in the grass a few feet away. 

“It is,” Y/N agreed. 

Eyes still closed, Chan stuck his tongue out towards the cloudless sky above them all; it made them all laugh, the sound sweet in the soft breeze. 

“You can go to sleep as long as you stay still,” Y/N said as she shook the sunscreen bottle she was holding, flicking the lid open. 

Chan groaned. “Not again.”

“Yes, again,” Y/N smirked as she squeezed out a large blob of the fragrant cream onto her fingers. “Look … even Ky's keeping up with her sunscreen.” 

“Only because I like the smell of it,” Sky said. Her skin gleamed under the sunlight, her cheeks rosy and the soft wisps of wind sticking her loose hair to her dewy cheeks. “I don't think I'd wear it if it didn't smell like that.” 

Y/N started to laugh. “I'll make sure to always buy you the same one, then. Oh for goodness’ sake, Christopher … stop being such a baby. Move your hands.” 

Chris shook his head against her thigh; his slender fingers covered his face to prevent Y/N from slathering him with sunscreen, and through the small gaps, Y/N could see the blatant grin spreading across his features.

Exploding into a fit of giddy giggles, Sky loomed over her father again. “Daddy you're being silly.” 

Chris made a series of dramatic sounds, each one muffled and amplified in comedic value behind his hands. 

“You'd think you'd have learnt your lesson after turning into a lobster on the beach all those years ago,” Y/N couldn't help but laugh, her free hand closing around Chris's wrist with a gentle grip, slowly dragging it away from his face. “Do you really wanna end up like that again?” 

At that, Chris grimaced. He remembered that day all too well; falling asleep in unbothered bliss on the toasted sand, like a soft blanket beneath his skin. He hadn't intended on falling asleep - but a few hours had passed, and Chris woke up to see his entire body sporting the colour of ripe cherries. Not to mention the strange solid quality his skin seemed to hold as he stretched his limbs this way and that. 

Chris smiled now, remembering the bewilderment on his father's face once he caught sight of him. 

“Okay, you have a point,” Chris chuckled. He dropped one of his hands completely, pushing the other one up his hair and exposing his forehead. “Go crazy.” 

“Good boy,” Y/N's eyes danced with mischief. She caught the glimmer of something equally as playful in the centre of his husband's gaze; his eyes had turned into a rich, light brown like cinnamon under the golden sun rays that spilled over him, and they twinkled as he looked up at her while she smoothed her fingers over his skin. She worked the sunscreen into his heated face, her thumbs caressing it down his neck, and the length of his strong arms. It didn't take her very long, but by the time she had finished, Chris's breathing had slowed considerably, and his face had inherited a telltale softness that showed he was indeed asleep. 

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she slipped her hand into his hair. She gently wound his fine curls around her fingers as the wind rustled through them, scented with a tinge of the early flower shoots that had begun to sprout around their garden in the flower beds she had planted. The spring air washed over all of them with its cooling kiss, and Y/N smiled to herself as she tipped her head back a little, her own eyes falling shut when she let the sun spill over her. 

She loved days like this. Days where she could sit on the grass for hours on end, a book beside her and something iced on hand; she could gladly spend days after days doing nothing but that and not get bored. It wasn't too hot, nor was it too cold - spring always had a way of being completely perfect, with its colours and its green scents and the unmistakable feeling that somehow, everything would always be completely fine. 

Heart content, Y/N exhaled slowly. She turned her gaze towards her children with a growing smile; Noah was already three shades warmer than he had been two hours ago, the caramel hue to his usually fair skin amplified by the thin white t-shirt he was wearing. His freckles stood out proudly on his nose bridge, and his thick curls fell into his honey brown eyes as he looked towards the grass. He had been picking daisies for a while now, and his wrists donned dainty little flower chains as he carefully split delicate stem after stem. 

Sky was also picking daisies. But she wasn't making chains; she ran around the garden, collecting the ones that were further away so her brother could take the ones around him - the girl came back with a bunch of them clasped in her hands, and she sat down cross legged beside her mother and father with a cheeky smile lighting up her face. 

Y/N watched curiously as Sky took one of her flowers and reached out towards her sleeping father; when she sank the first stem into Chris's hair, nestling it amongst his curls, Y/N's eyes softened and she wordlessly landed a tender onto her daughter's head.

“I love daddy's hair,” Sky whispered to her mother, so as not to disturb the sleeping man in her lap. “it's so fluffy.” 

“I love his hair too,” Y/N whispered back.

“Look … the flowers are staying so well,” the girl giggled as she placed a fifth flower into Chris's hair. “If daddy had straight hair I don't think it'd work. I'm gonna turn him into a princess.” 

From his spot on the grass, Noah laughed under his breath. “He's gonna wake up so confused … fallen asleep as mama's King, woken up as your Princess.” 

At that, Y/N and Sky started to giggle. 

“King Princess?” Sky hummed. 

“Princess King,” Y/N laughed. 

Noah shook his head. “Neither of those make sense.” 

Smiling, Y/N nodded to the daisies around his wrists. “I like your daisy chains, Noey.” 

“Thanks. I wanna find some dandelions,” Noah said, getting up to his feet.

“There's some over there,” Sky pointed to the grass behind one of Y/N's vegetable patches. “Behind the peppers. And there's some on the other side too, I think.” 

Nodding at his sister, Noah headed to the direction she had pointed to. Sky kept placing flowers into Chris's hair, and after a few minutes, the man's hair was more daisy petals than his own fine strands. 

It made Sky burst into hushed laughter. “He looks like a field.” 

“He looks beautiful,” Y/N sighed, a little dazed as she traced a finger over the flowers in his hair. 

Chris yawned then, his features scrunching up as he raised a lazy hand to his mouth. “Mmm … what are you two babbling about?” 

He shifted his head a little against his wife's thigh; he frowned then, feeling something amiss. “Why can I smell flowers? Like … really strong.” 

Giggling increasing, Sky's hair fell around her face like a curtain as she leaned over her father again. “Oopsie daisy … looks like you're a princess, daddy.” 

Chris's face was one of confusion; it made his family laugh further, Noah grinning widely when he returned with his dandelions. “Huh … ? What're you talkin’ about?” 

Reaching for her phone, Y/N pulled up her camera. She snapped a photo of her sleepy husband before showing him what they could all see, and the man's face broke into a large smile, his eyes crinkling as he started to chuckle.

“Daisies?” Chris raised a hand to his hair, very gently feeling for the flowers. 

“Do you feel pretty, daddy?” Sky cocked her head to the side. “You look pretty.” 

“Very pretty,” Y/N nodded.

Chris flushed. “You two … you're making me blush.” 

“Daddy, you're always blushing,” Sky waved her hand around as she dismissed his comment. “Your ears are red.”

Touching his ears for confirmation, Chris's nose turned darker. He sighed, his lips curving into another smile as he reached out and plucked out three of the flowers from his hair. 

“Hey!” Sky was indignant. “You can't take them out … I won't let you.” 

“I'm not taking them out,” Chris laughed. He sat up, and with his eyes positively melting with affection, he extended his arms and gently placed two of the flowers into Y/N and Sky's hair. Then he turned to his other side and placed the third into Noah's, the boy's lips quirking up at the sides as he weaved his dandelions together. 

“There,” Chris hummed happily and dropped his head back against Y/N's outstretched legs. “Now we're all princesses.” 

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𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

“I can see you, you know.” 

Mid-crawl, Y/N froze. She had barely inched the bedroom door open a mere few moments ago; her back was as close to the ground as she could get it, her head ducked low as she shuffled almost soundlessy across the floor. She hadn't wanted to disturb the man who occupied the room - he had been immersed in his work, the screen of his laptop illuminating the angular planes of his handsome face, making Y/N's heart bloom.

She let out a quiet giggle as Chris's legs appeared in front of her. Tipping her head up, Y/N's gaze sought out the man, noting the way his muscular arms were folded across the broad width of his bare chest, an amused smirk painted on his face. Raising an eyebrow at her, Chris tipped his head a little to the side, the messy curls of his hair falling into his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

Y/N curled up into a smaller shape on his floor, as if it would make her invisible. “I'm not here.” 

“Oh yeah? And that ain't my tee you're wearing either, is it?” Chris chuckled, nodding pointedly at the worn black cotton draped over her. “Where'd you get that? I've been looking for it.” 

“Yenie's room.”

“I.N's room? What was it doing in there?” 

Y/N shrugged. “Laundry mix up?” 

She then cleared her throat, and she pulled the neckline of the t-shirt she was wearing up and over her face in a cloud of faded cologne. Her voice was muffled when she said again, “Anyway, I don't know what you're talking about … I promise I'm not here.” 

Chris's light laughter erupted around them both. Y/N's eyes widened minutely when he crouched down in front of her, his smirk widening. His fingers were soft as they gently pushed the material of her top away from her face, and a sudden rush of heat surged through the woman's body when Chris slowly slid his hand around her face, clamping it over the back of her neck and bringing her closer to him. 

“You're so cute,” Chris hummed, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Even when you're cosplaying as a little spider.” 

“Hey, I'm not a spider,” Y/N huffed. “I don't have eight legs.” 

“A special four legged spider, then.” 

Giggling suddenly, Y/N turned her face and promptly bit into his arm. Her teeth barely grazed his skin, but it made the man yelp on impact anyway, and the both of them burst into a frenzy of laughter as Chris reluctantly let go of her.

“Oi!” Chris exclaimed as extended his limb, examining the very faint marks along his forearm. “What was that for?”

“I thought you said I was a spider?”

“Not a biting one!”

Y/N shrugged, eyes dancing with mischief. “Oops?” 

Shaking his head, Chris suddenly scooped the woman into his arms. She squealed when he dropped her playfully onto his bed, the sheets soft beneath her, and a second later Chris flopped down beside her, his head a mere inch away from hers as he turned to smile at her. 

“So … what are you doing here?” Chris asked her warmly as his hand reached for her fingers. “Why were you crawling on my floor, hmm?” 

Y/N smiled. “Didn't wanna disturb you. I was gonna try and sneak into your bed without you noticing, but … “

“But I noticed,” Chris finished with a deep chuckle. “You're not disturbing me, baby girl.” 

“Of course you'd say that.”

“Because it's true. I love having you here, you know that.” 

Her face melting with affection, Y/N shuffled closer to him. Her side pressed against his as she rested her head at the warm juncture between his chin and neck; Chris hummed in contentment at the welcome contact. He dropped a tender kiss to the top of her head before his arms were suddenly locked around her waist, Y/N's laughter soft as he pulled her down on top of him.

“Missed you,” Chris murmured against her hair, his eyes fluttering shut as her sweet scent greeted gums. 

Y/N sighed and buried her face further into his silky skin. “Not as much as I missed you.” 

The man grinned. “Oh yeah? Why'd you go to I.N's room first then, huh? Huh?”

His fingers jabbed at her side in a soft poke, and Y/N burst into more frantic giggles.

“He wanted to show me his new clothes,” Y/N replied, squeezing his middle tight when he stopped tickling her. “And the shoes you got him. Mr Possessive.” 

“Mmm can't help it if I want you all to myself,” Chris whispered, pressing a kiss to her brow. “Nah … I'm happy you're so close with all the kids. Makes me feel so … warm?”

Her lips curving up at the corners, Y/N propped her head up and rested her chin on Chris's chest as she observed his softening face. “I missed you a lot, you know.” 

“Is that why you were sneaking in, Little Miss Spider?”

“I am not a spider.” 

“Whatever you say, baby girl.” 

He pulled her closer then, his arms curling around her shoulders as his fingers brushed in slow strokes over her scalp. “You okay, baby? Why you missin’ me so much?” 

“I always miss you this much.”

“Mmm I know. You're so needy.” 

“I'm needy? What about you? You're practically smothering me,” Y/N giggled when his arm found its way over her face as if on cue, his legs wrapping around hers like a koala on a tree. 

“Told you I missed you,” Chris chuckled. And then, “Seriously, though … you're aight, yeah?” 

Y/N nodded slowly. “Better now that I'm here.” 

Chris peered down at her. “Wanna talk about it?” 

“There's nothing really much to say about it … it's more of just … a feeling?” Y/N shrugged, snuggling her face further into the crook of his neck. “I just feel so stressed … like loads of tiny things keep piling on top of me. And I can't breathe in that house … always feels like I'm suffocating. Wanted to sleep but no matter how much sleep I get over there I still wake up exhausted.” 

Chris made a sympathetic noise, his hold on her tightening. He knew exactly what she meant - he had been there himself more times than he could count. “My baby,” he murmured, nuzzling her nose against her skin.

“I knew you'd be busy working so I almost didn't come. But … I couldn't really take it anymore - might have ended up clawing my skin off.”

Grimacing at her words, the dramatic expression that Chris pulled made Y/N smile.

“Thought I'd sneak in and sleep here.”

“My bed is all yours,” Chris hummed, caressing her cheekbone with his thumb. “I'm all yours, too.” 

“Even though you're working?” 

“Yeah … don't think ima get anymore work done tonight,” Chris chuckled. “You're too comfy.”

“It's not me - it's your tee.” 

Y/N's breath hitched when Chris suddenly flipped her over; he hovered over her, his eyes glittering like stardust through the deep crinkling that accompanied his wide smile. The giggles that escaped her when he started peppering her face with the softest of kisses were light, carefree, even, and the rigid set to her shoulders slowly melted the longer she stayed under him, letting the man shower her with his endless affection. 

“Nope … ‘s definitely you,” Chris murmured, his hands planted on either side of her face. “You're so soft. And warm. And cosy.” 

“Christopher … “ Y/N curled her arms around the man's shoulders, squeezing slightly, and he paused, his lower lip caught between his teeth as his smile widened. 

“What do you want, baby girl?” He hummed, bumping his nose against hers. 

Y/N tugged at him in response. She didn't have to verbalise her thoughts; Chris immediately knew what was on her mind, and he soon had her folded up in the safety of his arms. His hand cradled the back of her head against the muscular set of his chest as he tucked her in as close to him as he physically could. 

“Better?” Chris whispered, stroking his hand down the back of her head. 

Y/N nodded. She couldn't put into words just how much she had ached to be held by him like this; how she had laid in her own cold bed, trying to imagine his warmth, that steady beat of his heart buzzing against her cheek, and failing miserably. The man holding her had a way of making everything seem okay, even if she had convinced herself she was far from that - as soon as his familiar scent enveloped her, his voice flooding through her like molten chocolate, his skin kindling heat against her own, the world around Y/N suddenly ceased to exist. The chaos in her mind fell quiet; it was just him, and her, and the indescribable amount of peace she felt when she was with him. 

“Shh … “ Chris's voice was quiet, so quiet she wouldn't have heard it If she had moved. “It's okay, baby girl. You're with me now, yeah? I've got you.” 

“I'm fine,” Y/N whispered, eyes squeezing shut against his skin.

Chris laughed under his breath. His fingers slipped through her hair, smoothing down her back with the gentlest of touches. 

“You're crying, baby,” Chris said.

“No I'm not - “ Y/N pulled back a little, frowning. She rubbed her cheek; her hand came away wet, and she blinked in surprise. “Oh. Oops.” 

Chuckling again, Chris guided her head back to his chest. “Come here. My cute little baby.” 

“I missed you,” Y/N sniffled. 

“I know. I missed you too. Tears and all.” 

He wasn't the slightest bit surprised when she bit his neck in retaliation. Chris let out another bark of laughter, Y/N smiling against his skin, and he ducked his head, eyes level with hers.

“You're a menace,” Chris smiled lazily. He snaked his arms around her waist and pressed her frame firmer against his, a content sigh leaving him as he basked in the steady current of heat floating around them both. For some reason, laying there with her in his arms was making his eyes droop; the man's forehead rested against Y/N's as he exhaled slowly, and his lips spread into a large smile when he heard Y/N's gentle laughter.

“Are you falling asleep already?” She asked. “I came here to sleep and you're falling asleep first?” 

“I'm awake,” Chris mumbled, his fingers slipping  under the hem of his t-shirt that she wore, seeking out the heat of her soft skin. “ … I think.”

With another wave of hushed laughter, Y/N wrestled the covers out from underneath him and draped the duvet over them both. She locked her limbs around Chris's, and her lips brushed a loving kiss to his forehead before burying her face back against the crook of his neck, their entwining breaths slowing as they both drifted to sleep.

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Warnings: smut, that's all

Word count : 2.5k

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The soft hum of a movie played in the background, but neither of you were really paying attention anymore. Hyunjin was sprawled across the couch, socked feet tangled with yours, a half empty wine glass between his fingers. His hair was a little messy, cheeks warm and red from the alcohol, and he looked too effortlessly pretty for a lazy night in.

"You really bought it", you said, holding up the black box in your hands. The label was sleek, with golden details, and completely ridiculous: 

‘Tabs

Break, bite and bang’

「𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋」 · masterlist

SYNOPSIS ➥ During a heated fight, your sex icon of a boyfriend takes massive damage to his ego when he receives an unsolicited and brutally honest review of his bedroom skills, which leads to an even pettier argument that could end things between you. Desperate to save his relationship, he resorts to some unconventional means to up his game.

Such as joining a secret erotica club for men established by none other than his own best friend.

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Chan felt like he was about to lose his mind and weirdly enough it wasn’t because one of the boys did something to either piss him of or to just to be a general menace. No his distress was caused by a whole another thing or better say someone. How in the world was it possible for someone look this gorgeous, so ethereal and breathtaking on a regular fucking Friday?  

「𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝙰𝚃𝙴」 · scent

➥ Established relationship — 1k (~4 min. read)

➥ Domestic sexy, Drabble

➥ The author chooses not to issue tags for everything that takes place in this work to preserve tension and some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Explicit sexual content

➥ His plan is to ruin you. One sense at a time. №. 1 of the five delicious snapshots from your Valentine's escapade with him.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥

Something felt strange.

Blinking groggily as buttery sunshine spilled through the small gaps in the curtains and onto the bed sheets, it took Y/N a few long moments for her mind to get used to just how quiet it was: it would have been completely and utterly silent in the room if it wasn't for the soft breathing coming from directly above her, and the faint thud, thud, thud against the warmed skin of her cheek. The faint sounds nestled beside her were foreign, yet Y/N wondered in the back of her head how she had ever spent her mornings prior without the comforting presence of them - the rhythmic harmony of the two were doing wonders to her nervous system, and for the first time in what felt like a very long time, Y/N found the depths of her mind growing … still. Wholly, thoroughly, still.

Her former confusion slowly trickled away and began to transition into clarity, and the furrow between her brows melted as her eyes fell shut. 

It seemed she had nearly fully forgotten that she had left her old house. Rather than the permanently chilled sheets of the bed she had become so used to, Y/N was wrapped up in the arms of Chris - her husband, Y/N reminded herself - a man whose skin seemed to be steadily ignited with the perfect amount of heat. It flowed through every inch of him and into the soft fabric of her pyjama top, and his delicate fingers that rested at the curves of her shoulders denoted an aura of utmost gentleness, even in his sleep. 

Eyes prickling as consciousness continued to gradually settle in, Y/N paused briefly before shyly snuggling further into her husband's embrace. Chris's arms were muscular yet soft as they held her almost possessively in his slumber, and the rise and fall of his broad chest kissed her cheek with each one of the soft breaths that escaped his plump lips as he stirred. His hands instinctively clutched her closer, and Y/N looked up to see that his eyes were still closed, the long shadows of his eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly against the smooth skin beneath. 

Still asleep, she thought, her lower lip caught between her teeth. 

The solitude that was wrapped around her like a heavy blanket was much more noticeable than Y/N had ever thought it would be. For the first time in her life, Y/N had woken with a heart that felt light and warm, as though it wanted to be inside of her; not an ounce of anxiety coursed through her veins, and the usual deafening conundrum caused by her screaming parents was nowhere to be heard. 

There was a time where Y/N had barely allowed herself to even dream of mornings like this one, until it was all she could think of. Every morning that she had woken up to the sound of her parents fighting, to the crash of things being clattered and thrown around the place, Y/N had curled her duvet over her head and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping for some sort of semblance of peace. Tears had always trickled into her pillow, her heart an erratic and painful strum against her ribcage. And every morning Y/N had fantasised of waking up in a calm environment, one that made her feel safe - and at a stretch, loved, even - rather than terrified for her own wellbeing.

She hadn't fully believed she would ever find herself in such a situation. Waking up now to her husband's valuable warmth while her thoughts floated around made the entire situation all the more surreal. 

“Mm … whatcha thinking so hard about so early in the morning … ?” 

Chris’s voice was a sleepy mumble that slowly tugged Y/N away from her slightly traumatic reverie. She tilted her head up and saw her husband gazing down at her, and her heart leaped; his eyes were hooded, but the rich brown of them that she had fallen in love with so long ago was unmistakable as they brushed her with their gaze. His lips were silk-like against her forehead when he tilted his head down towards her, the soft kiss he left behind lingering and warm and making the backs of her eyes sting. 

“Everything okay?” Chris whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. His hand had started to rub the softest of circles over the middle of her back, and the woman gulped when his fingers inched just barely up the hem of her t-shirt. His fingertips were like fire against the small of her back, burning through her skin in the form of a comfort so strong that she almost felt dizzy, and it was all she could do to not fixate on the way he tenderly resumed rubbing her back with the flat of his palm. 

She nodded against him, her eyelids closing at his touch. She couldn't stop it when the tears escaped regardless, trickling down her flushed cheeks. 

“Hey … “ Chris's other hand was tender on the side of her cheek. His thumb softly brushed the tear away, his lips following the dampness, and his eyes grew wider as he searched hers. “What's wrong, pretty girl?” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” Y/N whispered, her lips curving into a watery smile. “That's why I'm crying.” 

Chris's eyes softened even more so. “Oh baby … “ 

He pulled her close, his hand sliding from her jaw to her hair, and his fingers cradled the back of her head against his shoulder. The fine grain of his skin was soft and smooth like velvet, and Y/N's eyes fell shut again as her senses were filled with the sweet muskiness of his scent. His fingers smoothed over jaw as he peppered the side of her head with gentle kisses, and Y/N was sure she could feel him smiling against her skin.  

“I can't believe this is real … “ Y/N whispered against his skin, clenching her eyes shut again. When she opened them, her breath hitched as she realised that no amount of trying to re-wake herself up was going to land her back in her parents house. 

Chris's hands on her curled around her waist a little tighter. “It is real. And it's gonna be like this everyday from now on. Just you and me, always” 

He moved his hands again, and his eyes twinkled under the sheets as he softly brushed strands of Y/N's hair away from her cheeks. He cupped her face in his hands like she was something incredibly precious, and he couldn't help it when his face contorted in affectionate sympathy when her eyes blurred again.

“You know I'm always gonna keep you safe, right?” Chris hummed, the huskiness of his voice a soft vibration through his chest. “I'm never gonna let you feel unsafe ever again, baby girl. I promise.” 

Y/N's eyes swam with her tears. They spilled over her lashes when Chris's thumbs caressed the curves of her cheekbones, and his lips returning to her forehead In a multitude of adoring kisses. 

“Don't cry,” Chris whispered, kissing the small tear droplets away from her skin. “Gosh, baby … you're way too pretty to be crying like this.” 

His words were laced with a current of teasing now, and Y/N couldn't help but giggle. Chris smiled down at her, his hand smoothing over her forehead before resting on top of her hair, the slight dominance to the action spreading a sense of calm through her almost instantly. 

“There she is,” Chris grinned, patting over her head in a slow, repetitive motion. “Gonna have to keep calling you pretty if it makes you giggle like that.” 

“Chris … “ Y/N whined when the man nuzzled his face against hers, the soft curls of his hair tickling her skin. “That tickles.” 

His chuckles were warm on her skin when he pulled back to rest his forehead against hers. “My hair's just tryna kiss you too.” 

“That's … “ Y/N trailed off, a little bewildered. “That's so weird.” 

Her words only made Chris burst into laughter; he leaned even closer to her, his lashes soft on her skin and his lips grazing hers with every word and every movement that passed between them.

“What, you don't want my hair kisses?” Chris hummed, his lips curving into a smile against hers. “Then … what about this?” 

He closed the distance between them completely, the impossible plushness of his lips giving way as they pressed against hers, easing her mouth to mould against the curve of his. Y/N was immediately enveloped in a bubble of addictive heat, and her eyes fluttered closed as Chris caressed her lips with the pillowy feel of his own. He was definitely smiling now, a soft laugh brushing her when he pulled away. Completely taken aback by the sudden kiss and the intensity of it, Y/N turned the colour of beetroot and hid her face amongst the light fibres of his top. 

“Hey … don't tell me you're getting all shy on me?” Chris threaded his fingers through hair. He was unable to keep a blush of his own from spreading like wildfire across the tips of his ears and column of his throat, though the teasing nature to his voice remained when he spoke again. “Look at me, pretty girl.”

Y/N shook her head against his chest, her fingers curling into his sides.

His laughter increased. “Come on, baby … wanna see that beautiful face of yours.”

“No … “ Y/N whined, breathy giggles leaving her as she sank further into him. 

“No? Hmm … “ with a wicked glint in his eyes, Chris's hands found the scorching skin beneath the hem of her top again; his fingers scrabbled lightly at her hips, and Y/N squealed, immediately rolling over onto her back. Chris chuckled in triumph as he gave up tickling her, and instead he hovered over her, his hands planting firmly into the pillow either side of her head. 

He smirked as Y/N stared up at him with wide eyes. “Nowhere to hide now, baby girl.” 

Y/N slapped her palms over her face in response. “You're wrong,” she said, her words muffled. 

“Hey, no fair,” Chris laughed. “Don't hide from me baby … “

“But you make me nervous,” Y/N mumbled as his hands gently tugged at her wrists, pulling her fingers away from her steaming face. She gulped at the sight of him, at the sheer beauty shining on his face as he gazed down at her with an intensity that made her bones quiver. 

Chris smiled. His fingers were slow as they traced the contours of her face, as though he was trying to commit her features to memory. “Wanna know a secret?” 

Y/N cocked her head to the side in question. 

“You make me nervous too,” Chris whispered to her. “Really, really nervous.”

Her eyes widened. “You're lying.” 

Dimples poked his cheeks. He reached out and took one of his wife's hands in his before gently laying it over his chest.

Y/N stared at him, silence falling between them both as they waited; and then she felt it, the increasing thudding beneath her fingers, the way it almost felt as though his heart was skipping several beats. It betrayed the easy smile on the man's lips, and Y/N felt her cheeks heat up all over again.

“See?” Chris hummed. “You drive me crazy, baby.” 

Eyes glistening, Y/N reached out and slowly curled her arms around her husband's neck. She let him flop down onto her and she wrapped her limbs around him as she buried her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent like it was oxygen. 

“You drive me crazy too,” she whispered as he squeezed her tight. “I think I might pass out.” 

Chris's giggles tickled her skin. “Am I making you feel lightheaded?” 

“Maybe.” 

“Mmm … we can't have that, can we? Come on … let me make you breakfast.” 

Y/N clutched at him tighter. She didn't want to let go of him; not yet, not when his weight atop her was so incredibly grounding. “Stay still. Not done yet.”

Chris's face broke into a grin. He enveloped her as much as he could in the muscles of his arms, securing her underneath him, and he planted a lingering kiss to the tip of her nose before seeking out the warmth of her smile beneath his once more. 

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𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐧

“Oof,” Chris grunted as the large box he was carrying landed onto the kitchen counter with a soft thud. He hadn't anticipated just how heavy it would be; he exhaled and shuffled away again, on the hunt for something sharp. 

Returning with a random craft knife - definitely one of his wife's, one that she had probably ‘lost’ not too long ago - Chris pierced through the neat tape, dragging it across the width of the top. He flipped the box open and was met with a substantial quantity of Styrofoam and bubble wrap; he pushed it all away before hauling out the large mass of metal that gleamed like liquid mercury under the buttery sunshine that spilled through the large kitchen window. 

It was a peaceful afternoon - it had just gone noon, and Y/N was cooped up in her art studio, working studiously on a project. Chris, on the other hand, was bubbling with giddiness … now that he had emptied the box of its contents, the man gawped at the new espresso machine he had purchased in awe. It was a beast - much larger than the one they already had, and for a moment, Chris just surveyed it, tracing his fingers lightly over the different features. He unwrapped the new components that came with it - the double set of portafilters, the metal jug, the hefty tamp … they all shone gloriously, and Chris turned over the portafilter with a growing smile on his face, giddiness spreading through his body. 

Not for himself - Chris despised coffee. 

But he knew just how happy his wife would be the second she laid her pretty eyes on it. And that thought alone made the man's heart race as he walked over to the sink with the new tools, his delicate fingers washing over them with hot, soapy water. 

Close to half an hour had passed when Chris finished setting up the new machine. He had run hot water through it three times, changed the settings of it gradually before pulling a few test shots … he had hesitantly tried each one of them, his face contorting more and more as he tested the flavour (or, pure bitterness, he thought) from each of the shots. He followed each miniscule sip with a large chug of a smoothie he had beside him, aiming to cleanse his palette, though he had to admit, it did little to quell the coffee's pungent taste on his tongue. 

But, in the end, the man landed on the perfect settings that brewed the exact flavour profile his wife enjoyed - even if they all tasted like dirty bean water to him, Chris was confident that Y/N would find the shots she would pull to be more than satisfactory. 

Making sure to clean up the coffee grounds that had scattered across the counter, Chris suppressed the boyish squeal that threatened to escape his lips before going to find his wife.

The smile on Chris's face widened when he caught sight of her. Her head was almost level with her desk from her pure concentration, and it made him laugh under his breath as he folded his muscular arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame. His cheek dimpled at the soft furrow between her brows, the way her glasses slid just a touch down the bridge of her nose, and he passed a hand over his flushed face, a sudden wave of affection coming down on him like a tonne of breaks. 

“Down for a break?” Chris cut through the soft silence once he had composed himself. His eyes sparkled when Y/N looked up at him, and his heart lurched as the concentration melted from her face, her features lighting up with warmth instead. 

“Mmm … “ Y/N stretched her arms above her head, tilting her neck to the side. “Now that you mention it … think I need one. Didn't hear you come in.”

Chris chuckled. “Yeah … you were really lost in your work, huh?” 

He stepped inside and moved towards his wife, and he reached for her hands, curling his heated fingers around hers. “Come on. Wanna show you something.” 

“Oh?” Y/N raised an eyebrow as she let Chris pull her to his feet. Her lips curved up into a lazy smile. “Did you spill milk again?”

“No,” Chris let out a huff of laughter. He squeezed her fingers, tugging her towards the kitchen. “Fancy some coffee?” 

Y/N groaned, her stomach suddenly rumbling at the thought. “Ask me a silly question, Mr Bahng, and you'll get a silly answer.” 

Chris’s grin grew. “You always give me silly answers.”

“Too many silly questions.” 

Chuckling, Chris pulled her to the counter. He didn't say anything; he leaned against it, his elbow on the cold surface right next to the new machine. His smile was contagious as he turned to look at his wife, waiting for her gaze to land on what he wanted her to see. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N giggled just before her eyes spotted the machine. She grew still. She blinked a few times; her lips parted just barely, and Chris's smile positively covered the entirety of his face as he watched the way her features changed. 

“Chris … “ Y/N gulped, still frozen on the spot. “Christopher … what is that?”

“It's an espresso machine,” Chris said helpfully, his eyes crinkling. “Honestly, baby … you don't know what an espresso machine looks like?” 

His humour hit Y/N hard; her eyes clouded before she could stop it from happening, and her breath hitched as she ran her fingers softly over the interface. 

“What … ?” Her sentence cut off by a lump forming in her throat, and Chris's laughter was sweet as it floated around her.

“Baby … are you crying?” Chris asked with amusement threading through his voice as he straightened up from his slouch on the counter. 

“No,” Y/N gulped, sniffing all the same. “I … Chris … where's the other machine?” 

Chris grinned, and sliding behind his wife, Chris curled his arms around her waist, settling his chin on her shoulder. “In a better place.” 

“Hey,” Y/N huffed.

“I'm joking,” Chris chuckled, and he pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's cheek. “Seungmin said he wanted it.” 

“Thief,” Y/N sniffed again. 

Chris's smile deepened. “Do you like it?” 

Y/N's fingers continued to trace over the metal, still in a soft daze. “I love it. It's so beautiful … God, Chris, it must have cost you an arm and a leg.” 

“No, all my limbs are intact … see?” Chris extended them on cue, and Y/N started to giggle as he squeezed her tighter. 

“I was perfectly happy with the other one,” Y/N whispered then. “You didn't have to do this.” 

“Mmm, I know,” Chris nuzzled his cheek against hers. “But … I know it frustrated you that you couldn't steam milk at the same time as pulling shots on the other one. On this one you can do it at the same time … and you can pull extra shots.” 

Y/N turned around in his arms, and she stared, her eyes stinging again. “I only said that once. And it was ages ago.” 

Chris smiled. “I know, I'm sorry … I would have gotten you it earlier, but I had to find the right machine first.”

“No, idiot … “ Y/N rubbed her eyes. “That's not what I mean.” 

She couldn't finish what she wanted to say; her tears began to fall like shooting stars down her warm cheeks, and Chris's face softened immediately. He cupped his hands around her skin, and his thumbs were tender as they brushed away the wetness trickling down her jaw. 

“Baby girl … “ Chris's voice was a gentle buzz that seeped through Y/N's chest as he pressed himself closer to her. “You really like it?”

“It's not the machine,” Y/N whispered. “I … you could have gotten me an actual coffee the way you always do and I'd have been so happy … It's the fact that you remembered. You always remember the tiniest things about me, and I … “ 

Chris cut her off by brushing the plumpness of his lips against hers. It was a cushioned kiss, one that filled Y/N with such an airiness that she thought for a moment that she must be floating. 

“Shh,” Chris kissed away another stray tear. His smile turned teasing. “That's my girl. Always crying at everything.” 

The kick to his shin was gentle, but no less devastating. It made Chris burst into laughter, and he couldn't help but scoop his wife into his embrace, holding her tight as she squeezed him back. 

“You know, you kinda owe me,” Chris said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Do you know how many shots I had to try to make sure it tasted okay before you use it?” 

At that, Y/N gave him a watery smile. “You did what?”

Chris shrugged nonchalantly. “Wanted to make sure that the first cup of coffee hits hard.” 

Despite the mini party her heart was throwing inside her ribcage, Y/N's lips twitched just barely. “Sure you didn't just like the taste?”

Chris grimaced. “Definitely not. Had enough to last me a lifetime.” 

Giggling at that, Y/N curled her arms around her husband's neck. She pressed her lips to his as his hands found the dips of her waist, and she smiled into the kiss, her eyes twinkling as she looked up at him. “Thank you.”

Chris wrinkled his nose at her, the tip of it matching the rich burgundy of his ears. He cocked his head towards the machine behind her. “You gonna try it, or what?” 

Nodding excitedly, Y/N turned back around, Chris still clinging to her like a koala watching her every move, and she reached for her favourite mug. She set it on the tray before starting to grind the coffee beans, the rich scent tickling Chris's nose. 

The process was much quicker now that she could steam the milk while the espresso shot was trickling into her mug; Y/N was beaming by the time she had finished constructing her latte, and she leaned against the counter, her fingers curled around the ceramic as she took a large sip of the frothy beverage. 

“Good?” Chris grinned, clocking the way her eyes fluttered ever so slightly.

“So good,” Y/N whispered, taking another sip. “Want some?” 

Chris snorted. “No, thank you. You're welcome to your dirty bean water. Oh, sorry … milk. Dirty bean milk.” 

Y/N laughed under her breath. “Yeah, you say that, but I know you're impartial to coffee if it's got a shit tonne of sugar in it.”

Chris cleared his throat. “Don't know what you mean. I've got a different way that I like it.” 

“How?” 

A smirk gracing his mouth, Chris stepped forward and gently placed Y/N's mug onto the counter beside her. His fingers then found the underside of her chin, and her heart leapt when Chris's lips found hers once more. His tongue was soft as it teased the entrance of mouth before gently brushing against her own, and he hummed when the subtle coffee flavour slipped onto his taste buds. 

“Sweet,” Chris winked as he pulled away. “The sweetest.” 

“You … “ Y/N gulped. All she could do was stare as he husband started to chuckle, picking up her mug again and setting it into her hands.

“Oh yeah … I actually got you something else,” Chris said. 

Y/N blinked. “You what?”

He reached around the machine and pulled out a small jar, his lips curving up into a wide smile all over again. “Vanilla! You forgot it yesterday when you went shopping.” 

And it was just that - a jar of vanilla bean paste, mundane, and completely ordinary. But it made Y/N's face light up like the sun, and she burst into laughter. 

“Christopher Bahng … you're driving me crazy,” Y/N grinned as she curled her fingers around the jar.

Chris's arms returned around her waist, and she yelped as she was lifted up, before being sat on the counter. “Mm … that's what I like to hear. Please don't start crying again though. You'll ruin your coffee.” 

Giggling, Y/N twirled the jar around her fingers. “Thank you. I really needed this.”

“I know. You're vanilla mad. Though, you're way sweeter than vanilla.” 

“Christopher,” Y/N faked a gag, and Chris's laughter filled the space again as he leaned forward, his nose brushing hers when his lips met hers once more. 

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Bang Chan - Corrupted

--Boyfriend Chan and Inexperienced Reader--

Summary: Chan's been feeling it, and after being in a relationship with you for a while, he's ready to initiate intimacy. Only if you agree, of course (you certainly did).

Warnings: fem!reader, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), pinv, penetration, etc.

WC: 1.6k

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You knew nothing. Nothing about sex. He had laughed it off when he first heard you talking about it, thinking you were joking, but the way you had looked at him, your eyes so soft and curious… he knew at that moment, you weren’t lying.

Sex? Isn’t that just… putting your dick in there and then… yeah. The way you had said it was so funny, too, he nearly laughed. But he also nearly took you right then and there. He wanted to corrupt you, and he knew the perfect time would be coming soon. The holiday season.

Dec. 24

The two of you were at your family's party, some uncle’s house with heaps of food and lots of sweets. Presents wrapped in brown grocery bags piled in front of the tree as everyone gathered around. Chan, a long-time boyfriend now, had joined, greeting your cousins, aunts, uncles, and everyone else who was there.

As you sit together on the ground, he pulls you in his lap, resting his head on your shoulder, humming as he wraps his arms around your waist. Squirming slightly in his lap, he tenses slightly, feeling the slight bulge forming already. Your words ring in his mouth again, and he has to use everything within him to not fuck you right then and there.

Luckily, it was your turn for White Elephant now, and he had the chance to compose himself before you would be back. As the hours passed, he knew he couldn’t do it today. It was late, 12:45 AM, nearly 1 in the morning, when you two left.

By the time you were back, you were too tired, kissing Chan tiredly before falling asleep in his arms. He kisses your forehead softly, before closing his eyes. It can wait, Chan. It can wait.

Dec. 25

“Merry Christmas!”

This time, you were with Chan’s family for dinner. Chan had gotten you two there early, his mother engulfing you in a hug while his father waved from the grill. Chan had tugged you with him to his room,  and you had followed, blissfully unaware of his intentions. As you sat down, he pushes you back on the bed, straddling you as he kisses you, your eyes widening before you comply, body relaxing under his touch as he deepened the kiss.

He pulls away softly, eyes meeting yours, your chest heaving as you gasped for breath. “Chan? What-”

“Lamb’s ready!”

The call from Chan’s father rings out, and Chan holds back a groan before he pulls himself up and away from you. The whole time, he’s horny. Extremely horny. His hands don’t stop touching you, whether it’s his hand fluttering against yours, his touch flickering to your thigh, holding you there before his hand left and touched a different part of you.

That night, when you arrive home, it’s late. But not too late.

“Thank you for the presents again, Chan,” you say softly, smiling as he kisses you gently.

“Of course, baby. Thank you, too,” he says. Before you can reply, he continues. “I have one more present for you.”

Your brows raise, eyes wide. “Oh, Chan, you don’t-”

“I’ve been thinking about… moving further into our relationship.” Bang Chan’s words come out of his mouth before he can stop them, your eyes widening at the implication. “You mean… Is that why you asked me about sex?”

Chan nods, a deep flush moving to the tips of his ears as he speaks softly. “I don’t want to push you to do anything you don’t want to do, but I just… I wanted to ask.”

Your eyes search his for a second, before nodding. “Okay.”

He freezes, reality suddenly hitting him. “Are you sure? We don’t have to-”

“Just be gentle,” you whisper. “Please?”

Chan nods quickly, his hands guiding you to the bed. “I will. Tell me to stop if you need me to, okay? I’ll go slow.” God, I’m going to fucking corrupt you, Y/n.

Chan begins to kissing you slowly, straddling you as he climbed over you, kissing you deeply. His hands move to the supple flesh of your breast, gently kneading the small mounds, his hands trailing under your camisole top.

As he cups your breast, his fingers nip at your nipples, feeling them satisfyingly harden as you gasp, whimpering as his lips left yours to trail down to your jaw.

“Up,” he murmurs softly, tapping on your bare shoulder. As you do, he pulls the top off of you before tugging off your bra. Kissing your shoulder, his lips trail down to the mounds, sucking on one as his hand played with the nipple of the other.

“Channie, f-feels g-g-good,” I whimper, my eyes wide. He grins against your breast, his hand moving down to your thighs, sliding up your pants as he strokes your inner thigh.

“I know, baby,” Chan murmurs, bringing himself up on his elbows and placing a kiss on your nose. Before he brings himself down. His teeth tug on the waistband of your shorts. Tugging them off, his eyes widen. “Y/n- what- you’re not wearing panties?”

You flush slightly. “Sorry, is that a bad thing?”

He shakes his head. “No, no, no, baby. You- why?”

You shrug. “I took a shower and forgot to bring some, so I just…”

As you flush, he just laughs, a low rumble as his breath lingers on your skin. He places a kiss on your inner thigh, lips trailing closer and closer to your core. You eyes are wide. “Chan, what are you doing?”

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs softly, placing a kiss on the sensitive bundle of nerves as you gasp at the sudden feeling. “Just relax, baby. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, your eyes wide as you lean back. That’s when his tongue swipes against your core, right through the folded lips. Your hand falls to his curls, eyes flying wide open as you gasp. “Chan!”

He doesn’t stop. Not at all, his lips sucking on your clit, licking your entrance, his thumb moving to your clit every time his tongue left it, your hips bucking as you whimpered, moaning his name, the sounds rolling off of you naturally. You could feel a pressure rising in your lower abdomen, sniffling.

“Baby, gonna stretch you out,” Chan mumbles. His lips pucker up onto your clit again, fingers pushing into you slowly. He starts with one finger, pushing in inch by inch. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”

You whimper, panting slightly at the overwhelming feeling, your core clenching his finger desperately. “Ch-Channie-”

“Sh, baby, let go for me,” Chan murmurs, his tongue swiping against you once more right as you come, crying out as everything within yourself releases.

You squirt. Right onto his face, his eyes rolling back as he licks you clean. Your eyes meet his, wide as you gasp. “Chan, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“That was good,” he murmurs, gently reassuring you. “That was amazing, baby. Don’t apologize, hm?”

You nod, eyes watering from coming down on your high before he moves himself up, balancing himself on his elbows, kissing you deeply, the taste of you falling into your mouth. As Chan pulls away, he gently rubs your clit again, your hips bucking as you whimper, crying softly at his touch. “Sh, sh, baby. Don’t cry, hm?”

He kisses you again, his voice soft. “Gonna take care of you, okay? Remember?”

He grins as he repeats your words. “I’m going to put my dick in there, and then… you know?”

When you turn your head away with embarrassment, Chan tilts your chin back towards him. “Hey, baby. Look at me. I’m going to make you feel good, okay?”

You nod, but speak when he taps your jaw. “Yes, Channie.”

“Good girl.” His praise makes something in you twitch, your core clenching as his thumb continued to rub against you. Gently, he aligns himself with your entrance, before pushing in. And fuck. You’re tight.

Extremely tight, more than he had expected, every after fucking you with his fingers. Cock throbbing, he pushes himself in slowly, holding himself back from thrusting in and just pounding into you until he came over and over again. As you adjust and stretch, he checks in with you before beginning to thrust. Slowly, yet building speed and momentum.

“Chan-” your gasps get shorter and shorter as you whine, tears pricking your eyes at the beautiful sensations you were feeling.

He doesn’t stop. Not even when you reach your high, sobbing and whining and writhing. Just holds you down, one hand flat on your stomach, the other pushing down a leg. He continues, fucking you until he comes, thrusting through his pleasure.

And when you think he’s done, he starts again. Over and over again. Completely, utterly, obsessed.

With the way you looked, coming for him, eyes rolling back, lips parted as you sobbed in pleasure and desperation, unable to take it yet being such a good girl for him. With the way his cock could just push into you, your pussy forever clutching him. He doesn’t stop until even he can’t move anymore.

“Baby?” he murmurs softly. “You okay?”

You manage to weakly nod. He shifts his body against you, holding you as he kisses away the tears on your face. “Get some rest, baby. I’ll clean us up, okay?”

Managing to nod again, he kisses your eye, your temple, your forehead, your nose, your lips, before he just holds you, letting you fall asleep. This wouldn’t be the last time the both of you would be intimate. That much was for sure.

-

The next day, Chan finds a text from you, a smile tugging on his lips. I guess sex isn’t just a dick in there. I’m still damn sore, Chan.

Chan grins cockily before replying. It won’t be the last time you’re sore, baby.

Best!friend!Chan who's been planning this for weeks, touching himself at night to the mere thought of how you might react. His cock is already half-hard just from you sitting beside him, your innocent movements driving him insane. Every time your shirt rides up or your legs spread slightly, his mind floods with filthy scenarios.

Best!friend!Chan who pretends to casually offer the chocolate while his heart pounds, already imagining your thighs trembling around his head later. His breathing hitches watching your lips wrap around it, cock twitching violently at how your tongue darts out to catch a melted drop. He shifts subtly to hide his growing bulge.

Best!friend!Chan who nearly cums in his pants just watching the first signs take effect - the way you start fidgeting, how your nipples slowly harden beneath your shirt. His perverted mind catalogs every detail: your quickening breath, the slight flush on your chest, how you keep pressing your thighs together. He's never been so hard in his life.

Best!friend!Chan who can barely contain himself as he watches you start to pant, your legs spreading unconsciously wider on the couch. His cock is painfully hard now, straining against his zipper as he notices a small damp spot forming on your pants. He bites his lip so hard it nearly bleeds, fighting the urge to throw you down right there.

Best!friend!Chan who's trembling with need as he watches your hands start to wander, fingers unconsciously brushing over your hardened nipples through your shirt. His own hands grip his thighs white-knuckled, cock leaking steadily as you let out a soft, needy whimper. The sound goes straight to his groin, making his hips twitch involuntarily.

Best!friend!Chan who's breathing becomes ragged as you start grinding subtly against the couch, clearly desperate for friction. He can smell your arousal now, sweet and heady in the air. His cock throbs painfully as he watches a bead of sweat roll down your neck, disappearing beneath your collar, imagining following its path with his tongue.

Best!friend!Chan who nearly loses it completely when you moan his name softly, clearly unaware you've even said it. His perverted mind catalogs how your thighs are quivering now, how your pupils are blown wide with drug-induced lust. He can see your nipples straining against the thin fabric, begging for his touch. The wet spot between your legs has grown visibly larger.

Best!friend!Chan who's barely holding onto his last shred of control as you start pawing at your own clothes, whimpering with need. His cock is so hard it hurts, precum forming a dark spot on his pants as he watches you writhe. He knows you're almost ready, almost desperate enough to beg for it.

Best!friend!Chan who's practically vibrating with anticipation as your movements become more frantic, more desperate. His own arousal is almost painful now, cock throbbing in time with each needy sound that falls from your lips. The way you're squirming, grinding shamelessly against the couch cushions - it's better than any fantasy he's ever had.

Best!friend!Chan who watches entranced as your hands start roaming more boldly over your body, fingers trailing fire across oversensitive skin, not caring any more if he can see you or hear you. His breath catches when you arch your back, shirt riding up to expose a tempting strip of flesh. The sound of fabric rustling as you writhe fills the otherwise quiet room, punctuated by your increasingly vocal whimpers.

Best!friend!Chan who's dizzy with want as he watches your control crumble further, sees you starting to palm yourself through your clothes with shaking hands. His own fingers dig crescents into his thighs as he fights to stay still, to let the aphrodisiac work its magic completely. The wet patch between your legs has grown obscenely large now, your arousal perfuming the air.

Best!friend!Chan who nearly breaks when you start begging incoherently, his name mixed with desperate pleas falling from your lips. His cock jerks violently at each breathy "please" and "Chan" and "need you." The thin veneer of his restraint fractures further as you start tugging frantically at your clothes, too far gone to even coordinate your movements properly.

Best!friend!Chan who's trembling with the effort of holding back as you finally turn to him with glazed eyes, reaching for him needily. He can see how wrecked you already are - clothes disheveled, skin flushed and glistening with sweat, pupils blown wide with drug-fueled desire. The sight of you so desperate for him, so completely undone, makes his cock pulse dangerously.

Best!friend!Chan who finally, finally lets his control snap when you crawl into his lap, grinding against his painfully hard length shamelessly. His hands immediately grab your hips, guiding your movements as you sob with relief at the contact. He's imagined this moment countless times, but nothing could have prepared him for how perfect you feel writhing against him, how sweetly you moan his name.

Best!friend!Chan who growls possessively as he flips you onto your back, pinning you to the couch. His hands roam greedily over your body as you arch into his touch, begging for more. He can feel how wet you are even through your clothes, can see how desperately you need him. The knowledge that he did this to you, reduced you to this needy, wanting mess, makes his head spin with power and lust...

Summary: morning sex with Chan after he’s been away on tour.

Pairing: idol!Chan x fab!reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: somniphilia, handjob, kissing, p in v penetration, creampie (don’t), cockwarming

Notes: wrote this in the early morning hours. They’re disgustingly in love lol

If you enjoyed, consider a like, reboot, comment as it keeps me motivated 🤍

Please do not copy, translate, modify, or repost my work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024).

Chan is back.

That’s what runs through your head, as you open your eyes from sleep, blinking into the early morning sunlight that’s pouring through the windows.

You feel a warm body next to yours, their arms wrapped snuggly around you, caging you in so your bodies mold perfectly together. You feel his warm breath on your neck as he peacefully slumbers, actually sleeping for once.

You’ll tease him about it later and he’ll go on to say it’s because he’s back at home with you, his love, his comfort.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

There was that look in his eye again. 

“What?” Y/N laughed as she caught her husband staring at her. She crossed the room, rolling the sleeves of her fuzzy jumper up to her elbows as she did so. The knit was a rich green, almost the colour of fresh sage leaves, and it contrasted beautifully with her complexion and the soft trellises of hair that fell down the curves of her shoulders and back. Her eyes sparkled as she placed her hands onto her hips, and she cocked her head at the man sitting on the sofa. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

Chan smiled. His eyes melted and wrinkling at the corners in response, his gaze locked onto her as he continued to study her every move. “You just … look beautiful. I like your lipstick.” 

Y/N blinked. Her cheeks suddenly took on the deep hue of her crimson lips as her husband's words sank in. “You do?” 

Chan nodded. “I do. Suits you.” 

His smile growing, Chan patted his lap whilst leaning his head against the back of the cream sofa; he himself was wearing a simple black tank top, and the soft cotton of it hugged his build, highlighting the bulk of his arms and the gentle sweeps of his collarbones. His curls were a dark halo mussed up against the sofa's fabric, and the chocolatey orbs of his eyes twinkled as Y/N started to giggle, the woman taking him up on his invitation and planting herself firmly on top of his thighs. 

“You look way more beautiful right now,” she murmured to him, her hands landing on his chest. The moles dotted over his skin were like stars beneath her fingertips, and she traced their soft outlines in quiet awe. 

Chan wrinkled his nose. “Nope.” 

“Yep,” Y/N retorted as she moved closer towards him and stared into his eyes. 

“Ah … you're even more beautiful up close,” Chan groaned playfully. His eyes curved further inas he planted his hands firmly on her hips, squeezing ever so softly. “You and that lipstick are gonna kill me.” 

“You really like it that much?” Y/N hummed in wonder as she reached out to settle her hands on either side of Chan's face. 

“Yeah. It's a pretty colour.” 

Her lips twitching with mischief, Y/N's thumbs caressed the highs of his cheekbones before leaning down to kiss him firmly on his mouth. Chan hummed softly under her lips, his fingers gripping onto her jumper, and when she pulled away, Y/N grinned with satisfaction.

She had left behind a deep red kiss, his plump lips rosy in a way that made her heart skip a beat. She started to laugh, and Chan sighed, the corners of his lips curving upwards.

“There's lipstick on my lips, isn't there?” Chan asked, his eyes drooping a little as he gazed up at her with affection. 

“Maybe,” Y/N shrugged. She leaned down again, kissing the tip of his warm nose as he groaned lightly again, the sound vibrating through his chest and tricking through the skin of Y/N's palms.

“Baby - “

“Shh. Just stay still.” 

Chan huffed, but he did as she asked, automatically leaning further back into the plushness of their sofa. Y/N's lips were soft as they brushed against his cheeks, his chin, his forehead, his jaw, and Chan realised with a pang that he couldn't stop her enthusiasm from trailing down the curve of his throat, down to the small moles at his collarbones. There was a permanent smile on her lips as she continued her journey, and when Y/N briefly sat up again to reach for her lipstick on the coffee table to reapply it, Chan stared at her in starstruck disbelief. 

“Baby girl … what are you doing - “ 

She cut him off by kissing the sensitive area beneath his ear. His pulse buzzed against her lips in response, and Chan's breath hitched at the feeling, his hands tightening on her hips as she kissed her way down his shoulder, muffled giggles escaping her a moment later. 

“You're unbelievable,” Chan whispered, his ears scarlet. “You're driving me crazy.” 

“Good,” Y/N kissed his wrist. She kissed each of his fingers in turn, his knuckles, the backs of his hands, and when he was fully covered in the sign of her affection, Y/N sat back on his thighs and surveyed her artwork. 

She smiled to herself, her lower lip caught between her teeth in satisfaction. Chan was looking up at her through hooded eyes, and they shone as he watched her reach for her phone. 

He started to laugh when she snapped a few photos of him; his hands covered his face in embarrassment when she landed her lips against his cheek again, tilting the camera of her phone towards them both as she captured them into the little screen. 

“Wanna see?” Y/N hummed, clicking onto the photos. 

Chan sighed. His heart was beating erratically against his ribcage, and Y/N could hear it when he pulled her closer, the woman sliding forward on his lap. “Show me.” 

Turning her phone around towards him so he could see, Y/N studied Chan's face carefully. She watched as the man's plump lips parted, slightly taken aback, and his eyebrows slowly trailed up his forehead. He leaned forward, narrowing his gaze as he took in the sight of himself; flushed skin, almost blending in to the dozens of kisses covering every inch of him that wasn't hidden by his clothes. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that even the camera couldn't fail to capture, and Chan immediately felt a lump forming in the base of his throat as his neck and ears took on a darker shade. 

“You … “ Chan trailed off, his words catching at the back of his mouth as he continued to stare at the photo. He slowly dragged his gaze away from it, and he looked down at his long arms, wiggling his red stained fingers in disbelief. 

He couldn't put his thoughts into words; Chan knew that Y/N loved him - even though he struggled to believe it entirely from time to time. She told him so every single day, multiple times, and she showed it to him through her actions and the way she made him feel - but there was something surreal about seeing the physical effect of her adoration for him quite so blatantly, so clearly on his fair skin, that Chan suddenly felt as though he might burst into tears. 

“You … you really love me that much?” Chan's words wavered, just as the backs of his eyes prickled. 

Y/N softened. She considered all the things she could say to him, all the ways she could convince him that that was what she had been trying to tell him all along - but one look at the raw expression crossing her husband's face made all her responses fly out of the window, and she cradled his hot face in the palms of her gentle hands instead. 

“Yes,” was all she said. A simple word, a simple response - but one that made Chan's lips quiver, his eyes flashing like crushed diamonds before the tears fell. 

Chan leaned forward, his forehead dropping against the slope of his wife's shoulder as his eyes fell shut. He exhaled slowly, and Y/N sank her fingers into the velvety tufts of his hair, holding him tight in her arms. 

“What am I going to do with you?” Chan mumbled, his breath hot at the neckline of her jumper. “You always … do this to me … “ 

At that, Y/N started to smile. Her fingernails scraped lightly against his scalp, and the man groaned at the feeling, sinking further into her addictive heat. 

“You're gonna smudge my art, Handsome,” Y/N responded, her voice light with teasing. 

Pulling back slightly, Chan looked up at her. Surely enough, his forehead was a smudge of red, and the man's eyes widened when he saw the faint transfer on his wife's jumper. 

“Shit,” Chan breathed. But Y/N just laughed, her fingers coming up to gently rub away the lipstick on the material. 

“Good thing it's not a heavy duty lippy, huh?” Y/N grinned. “It's fine … it'll come out in the wash.” 

“You sure?” Chan asked. 

She nodded. She leaned down and pressed another kiss to his forehead, planting another stark red print of her lips over the smudge before erupting into a fit of giggles against his skin. 

“I love you so much,” Y/N said, her voice soft as she gently smoothed his hair away from his brow. “You know that, right?” 

His lips spreading into an overwhelmed smile, Chan tugged her closer, her front pressing up against his chest. “Can't deny it after … this … “ 

He gestured to the kisses all over his body with a crooked grin. 

“Really?” 

Chan shrugged. His eyes glinted. “Surprised you didn't claw my top off of me.” 

At that, Y/N smirked. “Is that a challenge, Christopher?” 

“No - “ 

The word had barely left the man's mouth before Y/N had curled her fingers into the hem of his top; his voice was muffled as she slipped it over his head in one fluid motion, and Chan burst into a fit of high pitched laughter as her kisses attacked the broadness of his chest, her lips tickling him as she continued her journey down the smooth map of his skin. 

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𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

In a world of her own, Y/N sipped her coffee, the drink warm and sweet and thawing the morning chill inside her. Her brief quietude was broken a moment later; she raised her eyebrow over the rim of her mug as her daughter clattered into the kitchen in her signature flurry of chaos. Sky pulled out a stool beside her mother, and her elbows landed with an energetic thud on the counter as she dropped her face into her hands, looking expectantly at Y/N. 

Y/N resisted the urge to snort on her coffee foam at the thirteen year old's determined facial expression. She set the mug down on the counter inside, a smile spreading across her face. 

“Ah, Miss Bahng … ” Y/N said slowly. “How can I help you?”

Sky leaned a little closer towards her mother. She pointed towards the large kitchen window, her chestnut coloured locks spilling into her eyes and turning amber as sunshine spilled in through the glass. 

“I have noticed … “ Sky began in an extravagantly posh voice. “That you seem to have a rather hefty abundance of orange gourds sitting on the patch outside. Doing absolutely nothing.” 

Once again, Y/N fought the urge to burst into manic laughter. She followed her daughter's gaze to the pumpkins in their garden, and adopting Sky's tone of voice, she grinned. “Oh really, Miss Bahng? I hadn't noticed.” 

“Well, I have noticed,” Sky said, her brows furrowed. “There's quite a few … a lot, actually.”

Y/N started to giggle. “And what exactly do you want with those orange gourds, my dear Sky?”

The woman in fact knew exactly what her daughter had been trying to insinuate as soon as she pointed to the window … but it was amusing watching Sky's way of requesting things of her, her affection for the girl only growing further. 

Sky leaned even closer than she had been, her voice dropping to a loud whisper. “I like pie.” 

“Hmm … I like pie too,” Y/N said, picking her warm mug up again with a cheeky smile on her face. “But I don't see how the two statements correlate.” 

Dropping her eloquent speech, Sky's eyes widened into round discs the way they so often did when she wanted something, and they sparkled profusely as she stared at her mother hopefully. “Can we make pumpkin pie today?” 

Y/N laughed. “We? Are you sure you don't mean can I make it today?” 

Sky flushed. She had a notorious habit of wanting to bake with her mother but then running off two minutes later when her attention was diverted. 

“I mean we,” Sky whined, curling her arms around Y/N's free arm, shaking her softly. “Please? Pretty, pretty please?” 

Giggling at her daughter's urgency, Y/N dropped a soft kiss to her forehead. “Alright, alright … though if you want to eat it today we're going to have to be quick about it. We need to pick the pumpkins, then puree them, then make the pie, let it refrigerate so it doesn't turn into a soup when we try to cut into it … “ 

In the early stages of spring, Sky had picked up a new hobby to add to her already expansive repertoire. After seeing her mother and brother tending to their demurely sized fruit and vegetable patches dotted around the garden, she had decided to venture into the world of gardening too; together, they had decided to plant a variety of sugar pumpkins, hoping for at least one edible fruit by the time autumn rolled around. 

As it so happened, they had not only managed to grow one picture perfect pumpkin, but a considerable number of them. Their orange skins could be seen peeking out from fat green leaves in the autumnal sunshine, and it was a sight that always made Y/N smile when she was in their garden, or when she spotted them from the kitchen.

“Let's go right now then,” Sky said, eyebrows shooting up into her fringe after hearing her mother's brief list of things to do. “Because I want to eat it today. Right now. Like, yesterday.” 

Laughing at her daughter once again, Y/N curled her fingers around her mug again. “Can I finish my coffee first, Miss Bahng?” 

“Oh,” Sky giggled and sat back on her stool properly with a cheerful grin. “Yes.” 

“So generous,” Y/N smiled as she sipped her drink again. “How about you check to see if we have all the ingredients? I think we have everything … but we might as well make sure.” 

“Okay,” Sky agreed and slipped off of her stool. She rubbed her temple. “What do we need?” 

After Sky had circled the kitchen a few times, they had come to the realisation that the only thing missing was heavy cream; Sky frowned at the lack of its presence in the fridge, and she turned around, arms folded across her chest.

“But we always have cream in here,” Sky said. “You're always using it.” 

“Exactly,” Y/N grinned. “That's why it's finished. But hey, it's a good thing we checked … think your dad and Noey are still shopping.”

Pouting, Sky shut the fridge doors. She reached for her mother's phone on the counter and sat back down on the stool, swiping across the screen. Y/N watched as her daughter opened up her conversation with Chan, and after melodramatically gagging at the sappy texts previously sent by him, Sky held down the voice audio button. 

“Mr Bahng, we require heavy cream,” Sky said in a silly robotic voice, making her mother laugh in the background. “We require copious amounts. Please return from your travels with the cream.” 

She sent the message, and almost instantly he responded. Chan's laughter was caught in the beginning before his response came.

“Roger that, Miss Bahng,” Chan said in a voice as playful as his daughter's. “We shall arrive momentarily with your heavy cream, do not fear.”

Sky let out a happy giggle at his response. “I love daddy,” she said simply with a little sigh, and her words made Y/N smile as she drained the last of her coffee. 

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Completely stuck in her own little world, Y/N didn't notice when her husband finally came home. 

It was one of those evenings where Y/N was surrounded by pure bliss; her favourite blanket was draped over her lap, a large bowl of pasta sat beside her, and she was wearing the comfiest clothes to ever exist - her husband's clothes. She was well aware she didn't particularly look as best as she could; her messy bun, glasses and bare face combo was far from glamorous. In fact, she even felt a little ugly; but it was the comfiest state she could be in, and she was at peace as she leaned back into the plushness of the sofa, her gaze fixed on the TV before her which was playing her favourite show, its storyline both capturing her attention and filling her with comfort.

It was almost a perfect evening. The only thing that was missing was her husband - he had had a few errands to run, and Y/N was sure he would come back at any minute. 

She didn't hear when the front door opened quietly, Chan shuffling into the house; she was too enraptured by the suspense of the current episode, and her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the screen. 

Biting his lip as an affectionate smile spread across his lips, Chan folded his arms across his broad chest as he leaned against the doorframe. He thought for a moment that his heart might leap out of his chest with how hard it was beating - He knew for certain that if that was to somehow happen, his heart would immediately sink into his wife's chest, finding its way to hers. They would merge as one, and perhaps Chan wouldn't have to ever pull himself away from her ever again. 

The softest of laughs left his mouth in the form of a quiet puff of air as he continued to watch Y/N; her eyes had a suspicious sparkle to them, her eyebrows furrowed as she blinked at the TV. He waited for it … his cheek dimpled as a tear rolled down Y/N's skin, her emotions once again getting the best of her as the episode progressed. But he knew she was completely fine. She had a habit of crying at almost every romantic scene on the telly. 

Chan rubbed his face with his hands, his cheeks hot as his gaze on her curled up form remained neverending. She really hadn't a clue just how adorable she was, especially when she looked just as she did right now. Flushed cheeks, soft eyes twinkling behind her glasses, messy hair pushed back to reveal what Chan thought was the most beautiful face he had ever seen … she was even engulfed in his clothes, a sight that never failed to make Chan weak in the knees. Raw, unfiltered, completely herself … Y/N looked so beautiful to Chan at that moment, that he felt his eyes prickle as another wave of overwhelming affection for her swept over him like a tidal wave. 

He couldn't hold back anymore; Chan padded over to the sofa, and in one fluid motion he threw himself at her.

Y/N's surprised gasp was muffled against his shoulder - her surprised eyes melted into soft curves and she immediately wrapped her arms around her husband, giggling when the fine curls of his hair tickled her skin when he frantically nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. 

“Marry me,” Chan mumbled, his words hot against her skin. 

Eyes widening again, Y/N peered down at him. “Huh?” 

“Marry me,” Chan repeated. 

His arms were so tight around her torso that it should have been uncomfortable; but Y/N seeked the pressure out for its addictive familiarity, and she squeezed him back just as much as she grinned against his hair. 

“Baby, we're already married,” Y/N laughed under her breath, her hands sinking into his curls with a tender touch.

“Don't care,” Chan whispered. “Wanna marry you again.” 

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. “Oh yeah? When?” 

“Right now.” 

“Right now? Christopher … I look like a soggy rat right now.” 

Chan's head jerked up at that. There was indignation printed in the warm brown of his eyes, and he puffed his cheeks up, lips pressing together into a thin, disapproving line. “Hey. You do not.”

“Yes, I do,” Y/N giggled, cupping his warm face in her hands. “My glasses make me look so silly, my hair’s a whole beehive, I'm not wearing any makeup … I mean come on, Christopher … look at me.” 

She gestured to herself with a light motion of her hand, her lips curled up into a soft smile as she looked at him. Y/N had no real animosity for how she looked currently, but she couldn't deny there had been many times when she'd looked so much better. 

Chan swallowed thickly. He was staring at her with a heavy gaze, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out what was wrong with her appearance.

She looked completely, and utterly beautiful. 

“I am,” Chan responded slowly. 

It was such a simple response; and yet, it made Y/N's mouth run dry. Her breath hitched as he leaned even closer to her, Chan's breath hot on her lips as he looked into her eyes with such an intensity that she felt her knees buckle. She was grateful to be sitting on the sofa at that moment, her husband's arms holding her in place as she melted. 

“I … you're looking at me and you don't think I look like a rat?” Y/N's voice wavered, her lower lip catching between her teeth. “Because I really feel like one.” 

Chan smiled. “Hmm … well, if you're a rat, I must be a rat too. Because I'm definitely very attracted to you right now … “ 

He leaned forward, his words kissing the rim of her ear as his voice dropped an octave. “And I'd definitely still fuck you right now.” 

Y/N gulped. She bit her lip, her insides coiling at his words. “Really? Even with my glasses?”

Chan grinned. “Especially with your glasses.”

He pulled back again, an easy smirk spreading across his face as he took in his wife's flustered experience. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed, and Chan cocked his head to the side. 

“Isn't that crazy?” Chan hummed, a teasing lilt to his words. “Didn't know I'd grow up to be sexually attracted to a rat.” 

Caught off guard, Y/N spluttered with laughter; Chan's chuckles followed as she leaned into him, her forehead dropping against the curve of his shoulder as he wrapped her up in his arms again, his body shaking against hers. 

“Idiot,” Y/N whispered, her cheeks hurting from the intensity of her smile. “I love you so much.” 

“Mmm … that's what I like to hear,” Chan grinned, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her neck. “Nice to know my little rat loves me back.” 

“Christopher,” Y/N erupted into another round of giggles. 

He grinned, holding his hands up in defence. “Hey, your words, not mine,” Chan said. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, gently nuzzling his nose with hers as he beamed at her in the dim lighting. “My pretty girl. You don't look like a rat … at all. Don't say that, yeah?” 

Y/N hummed against him. “If you say so.”

“I do say so. Now,” Chan squished her face in his loving grip. “‘Bout what I asked earlier … “ 

“We're already married,” Y/N repeated through her pouted lips, though her heart soared once more at the reminder of his previous comment. 

Chan grinned. “You don't wanna marry me again?” 

He pulled her closer in his arms, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her top, the fabric familiar to his skin and making him smile wider. “I wanna marry you every single day. Wanna make you mine for the rest of our lives.” 

“What's gotten into you … ?” Y/N mumbled, though she couldn't hold back the darker blush that spread across her face. She was so hot that the lenses of her glasses begun to steam up, and she pushed tbem back into her hair. 

Chan shrugged against her. “Just … really love you. A lot. Want you to be mine. No one else's. Mine, and only mine.” 

Y/N pulled back a little, peering into his face. There was so much softness imprinted in his eyes that she wasn't surprised when she felt her own eyes well up in response.

“I am yours,” Y/N whispered, tracing the contours of his face slowly as if she was in a daze. “I'm always going to be yours. Today, tomorrow, next week, the week after, next year, next decade … “ 

She was rambling now, and it made Chan grin so widely that Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. She could tell just how much her words meant to him, and she leaned closer to him, her body completely pressed up against his. 

“You're mine too, right?” Y/N whispered, a smile toying on her lips. 

Chan exhaled slowly and gently leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes fell shut, his eyelashes brushing against the skin of her cheeks. “Baby girl … I've been yours before either of us were born. I've been yours before the stars were created, and I'll be yours even when they disappear.” 

Y/N's own eyes fell shut at that. She let his words wash over her, seeping in through her skin and melting straight into her heart. 

A few minutes later, she opened her eyes. He was already looking at her, and she couldn't help but smile mischievously to avoid bursting into tears at the depth his words held. 

“Smooth motherfucker,” Y/N said. It instantly made Chan burst into high pitched squeals of laughter, and he dived on top of her again, the both of them falling back into the pile of blankets in a fit of giggles. 

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“You’ll like it,trust me”

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summary:Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, knows how reactive you are to touches, especially on your clit. As he is drawing a certain frame of your pussy from a homemade sex tape you both made, he can’t help but admire the still image, but a thought crosses his mind. He can’t help but realise his fingers are a tiny bit clumsy sometimes on your clit, never touching just your clit, & this is when he gets his bright idea to use something… more precise to see if it will make a difference.

18+, MDNI! Smut below the cut.

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

->SMUT WARNINGS: Soft dom Hyunjin, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, use of a paintbrush, fingering, spit, cum tasting, oral but its brief, praise, Hyune is just a cutie, mention of safe word but not used, begging, dacryphilia, PIV, creampie, aftercare is extremely brief but more happens off screen, this is literally 99% smut:3