I Wanna Know Why You Do This To Me With Chan :(

I wanna know why you do this to me with chan :(

Drunken Daze |🔞 Bang Chan x fem reader

Genre: smut

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem reader

Word count: 2,7k

Warnings: drinking, adult language, explicit descriptions of sexual acts

Summary: After drinking one too many, you confess to your friend that no man has ever made you cum, and he takes that very personally.

A/N: Yes, this is a repost, because it just makes more sense for it to be a one-shot. Don't kill me. Or do, idc

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The room spun around as you stumbled your way to the sofa, spilling the contents of your glass in the process and laughing at your own clumsiness. No effort was made to clean up the mess and, instead, you simply brought the cup to your lips in hopes that some of the drink would have survived the ordeal.

“Felix is gonna kill you,” he said in between heartfelt giggles, struggling to sit up straight for a minute until he just gave up and slouched.

“Not if I kill him first,” you retaliated, as menacingly as you could muster in your current drunken state. “He’s probably getting some pussy right now, he doesn’t give a fuck.”

“Wish that was me,” he commented, half-jokingly. You laughed, but you could feel heat pooling in all those places you wished were being touched. “It’s been a long ass time.”

His confession came as a bit of a shock. Sure, he was short as fuck, slightly awkward, and had the weirdest sense of humour that not everyone could handle but, if one could look past those character flaws, your friend Chris was a heck of a catch: cute face but not so handsome it’s intimidating, nice veiny hands, a six-pack and, to top it all off, a nice round booty. Not to mention the dimples when he smiled, his warm brown eyes, the way his voice went up an octave when he was excited, how he curled up in his sleep like a silly little cat and -

“Yeah, same,” you simply replied, unsure of how long it had been since he spoke, your mind racing more than usual - perhaps it was the alcohol or the fact that you suddenly became aware that Chris was wearing the perfume you had gifted him for his birthday a while back, something musky and sensual with a hint of sweetness, just like the man himself. “And it’s not like I’ve been having any good action, either.”

You were ready to lay the subject to rest and suggest watching some dumbass show, like The Tiger King or something equally outrageous but your last confession seemed to hit your best friend like a brick to the face.

“You’re saying your ex never made you come?”

You were glad he couldn’t see your face because you could swear it had turned as red as a fire engine. “N-no,” you stuttered, hyper-aware of your existence all of a sudden. “Nobody has, ok? It’s not that uncommon-”

“It’s a fucking tragedy, is what is it,” Chris protested, sounding like an activist fighting for equal rights. Which, in a way, he kind of was - fight for your right to orgasm, which was actually pretty valid. “Men are a nightmare!”

The way his voice swelled up with passion was funny, you couldn’t deny, plus he sounded genuinely appaled. You simply nodded in agreement, as if he could see it, and looked around for the bottle of rum. However, when you tried to get up to fetch it, your knees immediately gave up on you, much to Chris’s amusement.

“I bet I could make you come,” he said matter-of-factly and you froze in your tracks, unsure if you were hallucinating, checking your glass for some weird powders or something. “It can’t be that hard, those dudes are just idiots.”

You gave up on trying to climb back onto the sofa and just decided to lie down on the floor, eyes fixed on the ceiling, doing your best to ignore Chris’s musings. He was probably just speaking out of his ass, plus you were both pretty intoxicated.

“I bet they didn’t even kiss you properly,” he continued, and you wished he’d shut the fuck up, because his words were genuinely destroying you a little. “Probably didn’t even tell you you’re beautiful and that your hair smells nice.”

“Chris, shut up,” you spat, no longer amused. “Why are you torturing me like this?”

“What do you mean,” he asked earnestly. Standing up felt like quite the workout but you felt you had to do it in order to look him in the eye for once. He looked confused and awfully drunk, as expected, his brown eyes open as wide as physically possible, his lips slightly parted.

“I’ve been trying not to fall for you, you’re making it damn hard,” you confessed with a deep sigh, bottom lip quivering, tears forming in your eyes.

Instead of replying, his eyes lingered on yours for a painful while, before he got up and stumbled his way into the hallway. You wanted to cry, really cry and possibly sob even. Not only because you were horrendously unsure of what had just happened, but mostly because you were supposed to share his double bed with him and that would feel super awkward after your stupid confession, so you’d just have to drag your ass to his roomate Felix’s bed and hope the blonde didn’t randomly show up at 4AM high off his rockers, he was cool and all but you didn’t know each other like that.

You blacked out, you sure did. Your back sore from napping on the cold hard floor, head still spinning but not as bad as before, stomach growling and your mouth feeling drier than a convenience store sandwich. Rubbing your eyes, you made your way to his kitchen, wondering if Felix was back already because sleeping on the floor or on that busted-ass IKEA sofa seemed like your worst nightmare.

“Come to bed, you silly goose,” his voice startled you out of your skin and you nearly screamed.

“Fucking hell, Chris-”

Trying to brush him off, you took a pint glass from his cupboard and filled it with tap water which you proceeded to down before shamelessly stealing a pack of Tim Tams from his side of the pantry - you hoped it was his side, at least.

“Are you still drunk,” you raised an eyebrow, finally capable of looking him in the eye for a bit before embarrassment settled in once more.

“I mean, a little, but I want you in my bed,” he shrugged and had the audacity to give you his world-famous puppy eyes. Now you had to do whatever he said. Those sad little stupid eyes could convince you to commit murder, legit. “I prommy I won’t do anything.”

“What the fuck does that mean, Christopher?”

“I meant everything I said, but I wish I had said it in a less cocky, sober-er? More sober? Yeah… way. I guess.”

You had to stop chewing on your Tim Tam to fully process what the fuck was happening in that godforsaken kitchen at ungodly hours of the night. “Listen, let’s just get some sleep and-”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Chris, you’re not thinking straight-”

But before you could finish your sentence, his lips were on yours and you had to swallow the damn biscuit -cookie?- quickly before giving up your dignity to kiss him back, immediately moaning into his plush lips and feeling like an absolute fucking tosser. You started to wonder if you were dreaming or hallucinating, especially when his hand cupped your chin like in some fucking Keira Knightley movie. He seemed deadset on getting another moan out of you because his other hand immediately roamed inside your shirt, his fingertips very gently grazing up and down your side, that particular super-sensitive spot he had once accidentally found when he tried to tickle you.

“F-fuck-” You couldn’t believe how easy you were being and how shitty you’d feel the following day once the hungover had fully run its course and your brain was running optimally once more. “I love you-”

I done fucked up, you thought to yourself when his lips abruptly left yours.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll be forced to say that again.”

Without another word, he took your hand and guided you to his bedroom. You’d been there a thousand times, you’d slept on his bed next to him, you’d spent countless hours playing League of Legends with him in there yet, for some reason, it felt unrecognisable this time. Even though you had sobered up, you somehow still felt horrendously drunk, maybe drunk on him and his stupid sexy perfume - that you blamed yourself for - and his stupid curly hair and his dumbass muscular arms and…

“Say my name, baby,” he cooed, voice gentle but deeper than usual, a hint of darkness in his throat.

“C-Chris. Christopher-”

He chuckled, blushing as if he felt a little embarrassed by his own desire to dirty talk you.

“You’ll be moaning a lot more in a moment.”

The heat taking over your body was nothing short of overwhelming. Despite being uncoordinated and disorderly, his touch felt earth-shattering. The slightest feather-like run of his fingers across your skin was enough to set you ablaze and you weren't sure if it was the alcohol you'd both consumed, the love bursting out of your pores or some odd combination of both, but you could safely affirm that nobody had ever made you feel so full with so little. The way his lips paced down your neck, the way he would occasionally grunt into your skin, the way his hair brushed against your chest as his kisses made their way down… it was too much but not enough at the same time.

"So… hot," he mewled when his lips finally reached your crotch, his fingers gently pushing the garment to the side so he could take a look. "This is all for me." His dark chuckle so close to your core sent you into overdrive and you wanted to beg out loud, but forgot how to put words together when, in just a few seconds, his mouth was unceremoniously slurping you up.

"C-Chris," you whimpered, at least an octave above your regular register and you could feel his amused exhale against your skin.

"Come on, make me work a little harder," he cooed, looking up at you from his comfortable spot in between your legs. "It can't be this easy."

You were unsure whether to laugh, cry, be amused, or offended. So you simply decided to bury your face in his pillow, hoping the lack of air would somehow help calm your loins. You'd dream about this, you'd imagined this very scenario countless times in your head. Anytime you'd slept next to him in that very bed, anytime you'd cozied up with him on his couch watching some ridiculous D-tier shark movie, every time he smiled at you from across the room. That pesky crush on him you'd harboured for years thrown into the backburner, maybe for a later date, or a never date, because there was no way he felt the same. Even now, while he made all your dreams come true, you couldn't help but wonder if you were awake and, if you genuinely were experiencing this, was it just the alcohol, was he just using your feelings for him to get himself off?

No, no, no, you scolded yourself from your own shitty thoughts and tried to focus solely on his tongue and the way it languidly yet precisely moved along your folds until it finally landed exactly where it should. It felt almost like an electric shock and caused a moan to escape from your lips, muffled by the pillow.

"Move that thing," he mumbled as he reached out to pry the pillow from your hands and you were so lightheaded you didn't even attempt to fight him on that. "I wanna hear you, baby."

And the way he said it, the word baby, a pet name you didn't even like. Milk and honey rolled off his tongue, the masterful tongue causing you to whimper gently as your hands desperately searched for something to hold on to. You finally found his hair and your fingers latched on to it. He could sense you falling apart, but he knew there was something missing so he quickly pushed his index, middle and ring fingers inside of you, earning a loud moan you didn't even know could come out of your mouth.

"That's it," he said, voice deeper than usual, vibrating against your pussy. "You sound beautiful."

And with that, he curled his fingers inside, the pads of his digits hitting a spot you'd only felt a couple of times. Your entire body trembled and you had actual tears in your eyes. The sensations were all too staggering, your legs shaking like leaves in the wind, your hands left his hair and you genuinely didn't know what to do with your entire body, wuthering under his touch.

"Chris, I-"

"Hummm," he mumbled, not stopping his ministrations, simply looking up from his comfortable spot.

"I'm going to explode…"

And it did feel like exploding, like your body disassembling and reassembling itself back together with the intensity of a star imploding. Not that you knew what that felt like, but you could swear this was it. He slowed down his movements, probably not wanting to overwhelm you too much, and allowing you to ride out the feeling slowly. Finally, when your body stopped shaking and you could feel your heartbeat inside your head, he placed a little kiss in your pussy and resurfaced, like a deep sea diver returning from the most exquisite underwater cave. He chuckled when he caught a glimpse of your reddened, sweaty face and you looked for the pillow again to hide.

"I guess I was right all along," he laughed, pushing the pillow away before you could use it to conceal yourself. "I'm still gonna ask: did I make you come?"

You nodded vigorously, unable to speak. He thought your exasperation was funny. He gave himself a pat on the shoulder and that made you smile. "Good job, Christopher!"

He pulled you into his arms and pulled the covers over both of you, letting out a yawn. He always seemed to fall asleep at the weirdest possible times.

You looked out the window at the rain dropping loudly and sighed. Your phone hadn't pinged all day, or the day before, or the day before that. It had been about a week since you and Chris hooked up - well, more than hooked up - and he's been radio silent. You woke up the next morning to an empty bed, and he'd been awfully missing since then. You sulked. Maybe he was just horny and it meant nothing… Your phone finally pinged, startling you from your sad thoughts. Except it's not just a ping, it's ringing. Christopher's name flashed on your screen.

"Hello?"

"Please come to the door," was all he said before hanging up, you imagined he was low on credit as usual.

You sighed, sliding a cardigan and some slippers on and going down the stairs to your front door, popping your head out and looking around.

"Hey!"

He had a bouquet of roses in his hand, which he nervously handed to you, his ears red and eyes darting everywhere.

"I'm sorry I disappeared, baby, I-"

Baby… There it was again, the pet name you didn't even like unless it was coming out of his mouth. And the way he said, with such urgency, such longing. What did any of this mean?

"I thought you wouldn't wanna see me again after we-"

"After you fingered me?"

You laughed, somewhat bitterly, the flowers still in your hand.

"After I fingered you," he repeated, his voice low and eyes on his trainers as if he'd never seen them before. "I- I couldn't- I-"

"Listen, Chris, I," you swallowed and counted to three in my head, slowly, trying to buy yourself time to back out of saying what I was about to say. "I'm in love with you-"

Shit, I said it.

He sighed, looking… relieved?

"Fuck, I thought I was insane," he laughed, quickly walking past you into your house, closing the door behind him and wasting no time pinning you up against the wall and kissing you with such ardour you thought you were going to catch fire. You didn't kiss back immediately as your brain tried to process all the emotions you were feeling in such a short amount of time.

"I think this time we should go all the way-" you sighed in between kisses.

"Good, because I've been so hard thinking about how you moaned that time."

"Fuck, I love you."

"I love you too, baby."

The End.

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chqnverse

1 year ago

you'll get to now. i have a car 😈 let's mess up the seats yeah?

- 🫧 anon

On my way! can’t promise you can walk after but it’s okay I will carry you around like the princess you are you should definitely wear something that is quick to take off 😉

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promise i will make you see stars ✨ or no panties at all they are overrated anyway you should let me touch you

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chqnverse

4 years ago

Could you do more all stray kids poly stories?

Of course.💜at the moment I write one to their song Hello stranger its a poly Imagine I hope you will like it and thanks for the Request/Idea💜

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chqnverse

1 year ago

Brb screaming into my pillow cuz Chan’s pretty lips drive me crazy 😔💕

@moonjxsung I luv your brain MWAH🥹

hii! could i request a idol!chan and makeup artist!reader smut where she was doing his lip makeup and made a mistake and then she goes to wipe it off but the sexual tension?? also could chan be the dom pls?? thanks in advance!!

Warning: smut below! mdni.

Chan is probably the most obedient client you’ve had to date. He doesn’t move when you’re applying concealer to his nonexistent flaws, he doesn’t twitch when you curl his eyelashes and he often gives his own input on what makeup he likes wearing on stage. He’s partial to darker, more sultry looks, especially keen on smoky eyeshadows and smudged eyeliner. And he sits perfectly still this evening, as you test a new look for his upcoming performance in a few days.

“Does that feel okay?” You inquire, dabbing his under eyes with a silicone blending tool to even out his concealer.

“Yeah,” Chan responds, keeping his gaze on the ceiling above him. “It feels fine.”

“That’s good,” you reply, bringing some of the product down to his cheeks. “This one’s a new blending tool, I know some people aren’t into the ones that aren’t sponges.”

“No, no, this one’s fine, I promise,” he says with a smile.

You smile back at him, finishing the application of his concealer, and then you tuck the tube back away into your makeup bag.

“The only thing left is lipstick,” you voice to him, digging around your bag of lipsticks for a color that will match the dark eye makeup he sports. “Do you have a preference?”

“Hm…” Chan hums, thinking for a moment. “Not really, you’re better at picking the lip stuff. Just not something too dark, I guess.”

You dig around a little more, the clattering sounds of lipsticks filling the silence between you as he waits, and then you select a tube of amaranth lipstick from your collection.

“Let’s try this one,” you say, twisting off the cap and balancing the tube between your fingers, as your other hand brings the tip of it to his lips.

He sits perfectly still, like he always does, as you begin to paint his plump lips with the product and spread it evenly. You can feel Chan’s eyes on you while you work, the blue contacts in his eyes moving with his pupils as your hand paints his lips in slow movements. And then you pull back again, instructing him to press his lips together to distribute the product while you stuff the little tube back in your pocket.

Chan complies, his plump lips pressing together to coat both sides in the sticky lipstick, and then he pulls his lips back again, a generous amount now coating the fake lip piercing he sports in his bottom lip.

“Oops, I should’ve taken the piercing out,” you say with a nervous smile. “Hold on, let me clean it.”

And you pull a tissue out from the box beside you, folding it into a neat square and bringing it to his bottom lip. You can feel his eyes boring into you again, a little more intense now, as you dab at his lip piercing and try to get the sticky residue off the silver metal.

Chan’s breath hitches in his throat a little as you clean him, his mind running rampant with thoughts about giving into the urges that plague his mind when you’re at this proximity to him. He knows you’re just his makeup artist, and you’ve been working with him for a good while now. It would be completely inappropriate to say anything suggestive to you, or to kiss you, or to initiate something more physical in the privacy of his dressing room like this…

“I like your makeup,” Chan says suddenly, his eyes scanning the dark lipstick you flaunt.

“Thanks,” you respond with a soft chuckle. “It’s nothing special today.”

“Well it certainly caught my attention,” he retorts. “I think you look very pretty.”

“Thank you,” you say again, your heartbeat quickening at his words that make you beyond flustered.

“You’re welcome,” Chan replies, still keeping his gaze on yours.

He’s making it painfully obvious that he’s staring at you, his eyes scanning over every tiny movement you make and his lips parting to say something again, before closing once more and pulling into a small smile.

“What?” You ask with a small chuckle, taking notice of the way he keeps trying to say something.

“Nothing,” he replies. “I just…”

You wait for his answer, his voice trailing off as you pull away to look directly into his eyes without your hand hovering over his lips.

“I just kinda want to kiss you right now,” Chan finishes boldly, still staring intensely to gauge your reaction. And your lips pull into a smile, too, as you lean a little closer to him.

“What’s stopping you?” You ask, your eyes darting down to his now glossy lips and back up to his eyes.

“The fear that you don’t feel the same,” he says, leaning forward in his chair to get nearer to you. Your eyes remain locked on each other, urging the other to close the gap between you two and end this months-long game of feigning sexual tension.

“I kinda want to kiss you, too,” you reply nervously, your eyes moving to his lips, where his fake lip piercing shifts a little as he grins.

“Well what’s stopping you?” He queries.

“You’re my client,” you say, your voice sounding shaky as you hesitate to get any closer.

“I won’t tell,” Chan says, just barely grazing his lips over yours now. “We’re all alone right now.”

And you both close the gap finally, pressing your lips against each other and working eager, hungry kisses as you grab desperately at the fabric of his t-shirt. His lips feel exactly like you’d imagined them all this time, plump and luscious against yours, his tongue darting over yours briefly as he hums gently into the kiss and lets his hands snake down to your waist. If you weren’t so focused on kissing him like your life depended on it, you’d probably get nervous and pull away at the fact that he’s the best kisser you’ve ever experienced. The cold metal of his fake piercing grazes your bottom lip, and he smiles into the kiss when he can feel you gasp slightly at the sensation.

“Can we take this to the couch?” Chan asks between kisses as you fist desperately at his t-shirt.

You nod eagerly at his question, moving with him as he gets up from his chair and guides you back to the black leather couch in the middle of his dressing room. For a moment, you feel dizzy with anticipation, confused at how you’ve gotten here after dreaming of it for so long. You know you shouldn’t be thinking about your clients like this, but Chan feels different, his sweet actions coupled with his undeniably attractive looks making it hard to stop thinking about him this way. You’ve thought of him so many times like this, and when you’re finally lying back on the cold leather of the sofa, you have to double check the door across you is locked so that you won’t get caught here like this, engaging in something so forbidden.

“It’s locked, Chan says, as he steadies himself over you with one hand on the couch and another grazing your waist. “And everyone’s gone home for the night. It’s just us, I promise.”

You nod reluctantly, your eyes fixated on his toned frame that towers over you on the couch and makes you feel so small.

“Do you trust me?” Chan asks, his lips grazing over yours again.”

“Yeah,” you respond with a nervous smile after a brief silent pause. “I do.”

“Then just relax,” he finishes, leaning in to kiss you again. “I promise I’ll make you feel good, yeah? Nobody’s getting fired.”

And his words instill a sense of comfort in you, as he finally resumes his eager kisses against yours and snakes two hands up your shirt. His big palms sprawl out over the flesh of your stomach, caressing with gentle movements that mirror his personality. You arch desperately into his touch, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer and guide his lips down your neck. It almost tickles, the way his plump lips feather kisses down your flesh, and you can’t help but let out little moans of pleasure at the sensation, your underwear already pooling with wetness as he works you.

Chan is well-paced with his actions, but when he pulls away to undress, you feel a pit form in your stomach at the sight. His toned six-pack is so much more defined at this proximity, every concave of his flesh and muscle-toned line etched so perfectly into the broad chest he sports. His toned stomach forms a perfect v just above just crotch, where his boxers still remain, and you’re too nervous to even glance at the tent pitched underneath.

“Staring?” Chan inquires with a knowing smirk, as he guides his hands up your shirt and pulls it over your head.

“No,” you reply quickly. “Nothing I haven’t already seen.”

“Is that right?” He says in a cocky tone. “I think I have an idea of something you haven’t seen before, hm?”

As he speaks, he reaches one hand around your back to unclasp your black bra, your nipples hardening as the cool air grazes your bare flesh now completely exposed to him. Chan wastes no time peppering them in kisses, leaving a trail of needy drool over your nipples and sucking small bruises on the mound of your skin.

“Are you okay with this?” He asks, true to the respectful attributes he’s always shown in front of you.

“Yes,” you’re quick to say, staring down at him as he continues to work kisses around your breasts. “More than okay, actually.”

“Good,” Chan responds, sitting up to tug down his boxers finally. “I’m just really fucking turned on seeing you like this.”

And then his boxers are pooled at his thighs, exposing his hard-on for you as he brings a hand to wrap around the base of his cock. He’s much bigger than the guys you’ve been with, a thick, veiny girth blushed red with his arousal for you. You swallow nervously as he pumps himself lightly just two times, cocking his head at your still-clothed core with a small smirk.

“Your turn.”

Although you’re undeniably nervous to bare yourself in front of him like this, you comply, tugging your jeans and your panties down over your thighs and discarding them on the floor. Chan’s eyes are hooded with lust almost instantly when you do, a serious expression overtaking his face as he leans in to kiss you again.

“Fuck, baby,” he says between breathless kisses against your lips.

“I would’ve done this a whole lot sooner if I knew it’d look like this.”

And you smile against him, tangling your hands in his hair as he works your flesh with little nibbles. When his hands come around to caress your inner thighs, he frees his erection from his grasp, and it slowly hangs to graze your flesh with every movement of his. It even feels massive just resting against you, and you can feel your soaked cunt contracting around nothing, eager to feel him inside you.

“Chan,” you whimper, as his hands massage gentle back and forth motions over your thighs.

“Yes, baby,” he asks, pressing a series of chaste kisses to your lips.

“I’m already wet. Could you put it in?”

And he lets out a chuckle against you, his lips pulling into a smirk as he lets the tip of cock drag lazily against your entrance.

“Yeah? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already begging me to fuck you?”

“Mhm,” you voice back, parting your legs for him. “Just want to feel it inside me already.”

“Whatever you want,” he replies, wrapping his hand around his cock once more and pumping lightly as he taps your entrance. Your clit pulsates in anticipation as he guides in just the tip, already stretching you out a generous amount and causing you to moan from beneath him.

“You’re so tight,” Chan breathes down at you, squeezing his eyes shut as you struggle to take him. “So tight but so wet. You drive me crazy.”

And then he pulls back to shove in the rest, ramming into you with more force and bringing his lips to yours once he’s buried to the hilt in order to pacify your moans. You feel so full of him, completely penetrated by his thick girth and his pulsating flesh, and he keeps his mouth against yours as he speaks in a low voice.

“You can take it, baby. Fuck, your little pussy is clenching around me. I know it’s big, you’re doing so well for me. Keep taking it and I’ll fuck you like you asked so politely.”

And you nod eagerly, your eyes pricking with tears as he begins to move in and out of you, his cock reaching your cervix with no issue as he finds a steady rhythm and fucks you like he’s going to breed you. In contrast to his harsh movements, he’s gentle with his kisses, making sure to kiss you when you let out a particularly harsh moan or whimper, smiling down at you as he takes in the sight of you taking him so wholly and obediently.

As he moves a little faster now, he takes note of the way your makeup is ruined on your pretty face, your lips smeared with the lip gloss you applied to him earlier, along with your own lipstick that’s now migrated to your cheeks and below your chin. Your mascara is pooled around your eyes from squeezing them in pleasure, and your eyeliner is smudged around your eyelids, giving you a completely fucked-out and messy appearance. And Chan loves every inch of it, finding himself more turned on at the sight of you all disheveled like this because of him.

“Your pretty makeup’s all ruined,” Chan says tenderly, as he continues to rut into you with force.

As he thrusts into you, he brings a single hand up to your face, pinching the little tub of lipstick you applied on him earlier between his fingers and uncapping it with his thumb. He must have retrieved it from your jeans where you’d originally tucked it away after using it on him.

“Open,” Chan orders plainly, and you obey as he pauses briefly, patting your lips a little and letting Chan bring the tube of color to your lips.

His slender fingers navigate the tube around your lips in gentle movements, filling in the spots now void of color and painting your lips a dark shade of pink once again. And then he pulls back, capping the tube once more and discarding it beside you.

“Look at you,” Chan says with a smirk, as he resumes his harsh movements and begins to fuck you again.

And instantly you’re letting out a string of moans and cuss words, your mouth agape as he buries his cock inside of you and lets it pulse at your cervix. You’re so full, so satisfied, and you’re desperate to hold on to something, to press your lips against his and steady yourself as he works you. And then like he can read your mind, he brings his lips to yours again, indulging you in a drooly, open-mouthed kiss. You realize this was all part of his elaborate plan to make a mess between the two of you, as the lipstick is promptly transferred to his own plump lips and imprinted on his flesh to mark the forbidden deed like a scarlet letter. But he looks even more erotic like this, covered in your smeared lipstick and letting you trail your kisses all over his neck and his jawline as he continues to rail you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Chan interrupts your thoughts, and his lips trail down to take one of your breasts in his mouth, covering the mound in lipstick and mirroring the sloppy looks on your faces.

“Gonna fill you up with my load, yeah?” Chan says as more of a statement than a question. “Be good and take it for me.”

And he’s fucking you much harder now, loud moans and gasps filling the room at every thrust while you pray he’s right about the company being empty for the night. You're torn between wanting his load deep inside you, and being preoccupied with the prospect that you could very well lose your job for this. But it doesn’t matter just a few thrusts more, because Chan’s cock is twitching inside of you as his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. He lets his lipstick-stained mouth graze over yours as he finally cums inside of you, the warm feeling completely filling you up as he slows his pace and gauges your reaction.

“I’m still a little hard,” Chan says with a soft chuckle. “Gonna keep fucking you until you finish.”

His words make you dizzy with pleasure, so aroused at this confession that he’s willing to overstimulate himself until you’ve found your release. He increases his pace just a tad, until you’re nearing your release, too.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say breathlessly, as he brings you in for a much gentler kiss.

“Yeah, cum for me,” Chan responds. “I’m not pulling out until you do.”

And with just a few more thrusts, you finally reach your release, too, dribbling your own juices down the length of his shaft and feeling him begin to soften inside of you. When you’re trembling beneath him, he finally pulls out, sitting up on the couch to allow you to catch your breath for a moment.

You sit up, too, breathless and sighing in pleasure as you pull your clothes back on and try to come to terms with what just happened. As you do, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, quickly startled by your disheveled appearance and scrambling to wipe your mouth clean of the lipstick.

“Hey,” Chan says, leaning in to wipe your mouth with the tip of his thumb. “Like I said, no one’s gonna know, yeah? It’s just us. It’s just me.”

And you smile at him as he pulls on his boxers, too, lipstick also smeared along his face and a flushed look to his skin. He seems relaxed, even content that it happened, and you can’t help but mirror his calm demeanor as he brings you in for a tender embrace.

“We didn’t even decide on a final makeup look,” you say to him suddenly, realizing this whole thing was supposed to be to finalize his look for this week’s stage.

He chuckles lightly, still unfazed by the event and shrugging in response.

“I guess we’ll have to stay after hours again tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you reply, meeting his knowing gaze. “Tomorrow again.”

“Tomorrow again,” he repeats.

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chqnverse

1 year ago

made me think of binnie 🤭

https://audiomack.com/r23568940/song/-1?share-user-id=99252856

YEEES YEEES LOVELY ANON THANK YOU 🤭

(Ur welcome to send more bub)

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skz changbin changbin smut lovely anon

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chqnverse

1 year ago

congratulations on the baby mama bear from a fellow mama bear to another one. ❤️ sending you so much love and congratulations! 🫂

THANK YOU SO MUCH DEAR <3 Noah’s dad took care of him for the first time today and I swear could cry from how cute it was🥹❤️

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hormones mama bear

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chqnverse

1 year ago

oh nooo i wanna send one but it can wait, don't wanna overwhelm you :(( but you'll get thru them!!

aHH??? you're so cute too??? thank you???? pls (don't) stop i'm violently blushing. and i've noticed :) and i like it :)

- 🫧 anon

YOU’RE WELCOME TO SEND ME A REQUEST OR A THOUGHT DARLING. BUT IT’S VERY SWEET THAT YOU DONT WANNA OVERWHELM ME 🥺

If you like my flirting then I will gladly continue darling 😉

Here is a sneak peek of my post later to show you how much I love you dear 🫧 anon.

SNEEK PEEK ::

“…standing between your handsome boyfriend’s legs with his hands running all over your body. Jisungs iced americano long forgotten on his desk, his mind occupied with your body the way your tight shirt made your breast seem even bigger than normal it made Jisung want to bury his head between them…”

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i love you so much sweet anon <3

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chqnverse

11 months ago

You want me to pull up our chat ma’am ?