#chan scenarios

Kinktober Day 16 - face fucking x Bang Chan (m!reader)

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You looked up from your phone as you heard the front door open and close, and saw Chanwalk into the room, head in one of his hands while rubbing his eyes with the other.

“Hey baby boy,” You smiled, and opened your arms, expecting him to fall into them

“Daddy…” Chan said, his voice groggy and eyes tired “Fuck…just use me,”

You blinked, trying to process Chan’s words as the boy dropped his bag on the couch, sitting on his knees in front of you, eyes basically closed and head going to rest on your thigh.

“Baby…” You said, chuckling slightly, dropping your arms and going to cup his cheeks in your hands “What’d you just say?”

“Please…” Chan whispered, rubbing his nose into you “I’m so stressed I-…I need to feel like I’m not in control, and- and that nothing depends on me and-”

You shushed him quietly, putting on a soft smile.

“Do you remember your safe-word?”

Chan nodded. 

Your smile dropped, and your face suddenly darkened.

“Sit against the wall. Now,” You practically growled

“Huh-?”

“Are you questioning me?”

Eyes widening, Chan jumped up, going against the nearest wall and sitting down, his back flat against it and his legs crossed. You followed, getting up and walking towards your boyfriend, unbuckling your belt as you went. As you stood in front of Chan, his face level with your crotch, you let your pants and boxers fall before slowly kicking them behind you.

Chan audibly gulped.

“Put your arms up,” You said, almost blankly now, but your voice was still stern

He immediately obeyed, putting his arms above his head, whimpering as you wrapped one of your own hands around his wrists, holding them there, before using your free hand to grab your own, almost fully hard cock now, directing into Chan’s slack jaw.

The boy moaned as soon as you went inside him, whining as you moved your once again free hand to the back of his head, grabbing a hold of the tufts of his hair, that weren’t particularly soft- you’d have to force Chan to take a shower afterwards. You held the boy in place as you pulled out, and then roughly thrusted back in. He moaned again, every part of his body except his mouth going slack, letting you hold him up.

“Such a good toy,” you smiled, continuing to thrust into the boy, guttural moans leaving his stuffed mouth, eyes completely glazed over and looking up to you

You continued fucking they boy’s mouth, hand pushing his head forward slightly in time with you, your grip on his wrists not faltering, and Chan’s moans only getting more consistent, making the occasional slurping noise and what almost sounded like sobs.

It was a couple minutes of you simply thrusting into his throat as he sat helplessly, whimpering and moaning, you occasionally groaning out praises or degradations. 

“Fuck,” You groaned, head leaning back “You want daddy’s cum, little slut?”

Chan responded by bucking his hips upwards, shutting his eyes briefly before opening them again, and moaning the loudest you’d heard yet.

“Yeah, want my cum all the way down your useless little throat?”

You could tell Chan tried to nod, and you began going faster, before finally, with a couple low grunts, you came, making sure that Chan’s nose was touching your abdomen as you did.

“Good boy,” You muttered softly, pulling out, but Chan leaned forward trying to kiss your tip, a thick mixture of saliva and cum dribbling out of his mouth

He stayed silent for a while as you let go of his arms, and they immediately dropped beside him.

“…thank you,” He muttered, lids heavy

“Anything for my precious angel,” You said, smile reverting back to soft as you bent down to make your own face level with his, your hands going to hold his face, thumbs rubbing across his cheeks “Now, Do you want a shower or…?”

“More than anything,” He replied quickly

You looked down unsurely to Chan’s crotch, the tent in his pants looking almost painful, and so much pre-cum leaking out of it that it had leaked through the fabric.

“I’m so tired…” He muttered, noticing your gaze

“You sure you don’t want me to take care of you just a little bit more?”

The boy hesitated for a moment, eyes casting downwards

“Please take care of me, daddy,”

“Of course, baby,” You smiled

beginning, in an early stage

w.c.1k exact | fluff, a brief history in less than 700 words | ml

Summer sunlight backlights the boy in front of you.  Behind him, the waves greedily eat up the shoreline as the tide washes in, taking with it any sand castles and secret messages engraved in the beach.  Hot air steams around you, making the distance in between feel almost unsurpassable.  The sun slowly dips behind the horizon, painting the sky brilliant oranges and pinks before the purple twilight appears. 

You can feel something ending, the common term of phrase so readily labeled onto people who were no more than close acquaintances.  It tingles around your hands, causes nervous shivers up your arms.  But it’s clear, you realize, that whatever’s next, it’s worth saying goodbye to the word “friends.” 

Your skin feels as if it’s slowly catching flames, and it’s hard to tell if it’s from the late evening sun or the boy across from you.  He smiles, mimicking your own, and you have to stop and catch your breath before your thoughts overload and your stable limbs turn to jelly.

In a small instant, scant within the overwhelming realms of time, memories flood your head.  You recall when you’d first met, freshman in high school.  How it started as a simple bump in the hallway, a quick apology.  It continued when you ended up seated beside each other in social studies.  It was finalized when you dared each other in a race to the cafeteria for lunch.

You couldn’t tell then, neither of you could, what would occur.  Back then, at the very start, “friends” was a fitting word. People who are close to one another.  A simple definition for a complex concept, but you felt it worked. You and this boy were friends.  It was fun to race through the halls with each other, follow around after school with biting, teasing remarks.

Somewhere during sophomore year, the label of friends evolved to include the word “best.”  You were now inseparable.  As many classes as possible together, lunch together, more races around the school.  The teasing, snappy comebacks didn’t subside, either, but grew stronger and more precise, like scolding him for a messy desk and getting a level stare and a quick “Who do you think I learned it from?” in reply.

It was in the after school dance program that you really saw Chan shine.  While you were okay, something akin to a wet clay block ready to be molded into a dancer, Chan was already a finished piece. His edges were sharp and detailed, movement filled with strength and grace.  Once, he had you stay late and watch him run through his dance routine.  At the end, he began to go through what he had done wrong and what he could improve on.

“Chan,” you interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder, your voice filled with awe, “that was incredible.”

He turned giddy, a smile blooming across his features.  “You really think so?”

“I really know so.”

Junior year, more closeness, more snark.  Nothing ever felt out of place, just close and okay.  Until one day, it did feel out of place.  One bad fight around Christmas, the only truly bad one, and you’d felt like you’d never be whole again.  The one who’d always been by your side was now noticeably absent, and while you could attempt to fill in the Chan-shaped hole with other activities or friends, there would always be nooks around the edges that nothing else could replace.

An awkward New Year’s confrontation, something wildly similar to when you met as freshmen and bumped into each other, forced an equally awkward discussion.  In the end, you both decided the argument was pointless: it wasn’t worth throwing away nearly three years of friendship.

And then came senior year, where you suddenly became aware of how close he sat.  How your cheeks flushed red when he laughed at your jokes.  How your heart began to beat faster and harder when he was around, and you began to wonder if the term “friends,” even “best friends,” was enough to cut it anymore.

The confession was embarrassing and sloppy and more rushed than you felt it should have been, but you couldn’t let him go on that blind date his friends from dance had set him up on.  The idea of him falling in love with someone other than you made your throat tighten and your chest hurt.

And when you finished, standing at the end of his driveway, balled fists at your side with tears welling up, he simply stuck his hands in his pockets and walked over.  You expected a rejection, a letdown, and steeled yourself for a night in with nothing but your tears to comfort you.  But then, he pulled one hand out of his pocket to cup the back of your neck, and he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the apple of your cheek.  When he pulled back, a soft smile was on his lips, and when he spoke you barely heard it over the thump-thump-thumping of your heart.  “I guess it’s a good thing I like-like you back, isn’t it?”

Chan’s laugh brings you back to the present, and the warm feeling you’d grown accustomed to around him floods your chest.  You want to curl in, to protect the feeling, but you stand tall.  Today is the start of something new, another evolution of the label “friends.”

Chan’s smile is electric, glowing brighter than the setting sun and emerging night stars combined.  He does a low, exaggerated sweep, and you know if he weren’t so well in tune thanks to dance he’d surely fall and hit the pavement.  He stands straight, crossing the distance between you two and holding out his hand.  “Shall we begin our first official date, [Y/N]?”

You bite your lip, attempting you contain your growing smile.  You nod, and when you speak, there isn’t a hint of hesitancy. You take his hand, warm and comforting and inviting.  “Yes,” you say, heart thump-thump-thumping once more.  “We shall.”

[9.06 pm] Chan watched you leave, tears in his eyes, while you took your belongings and pieces of his heart and closed the door behind you. He regretted ever laying his hands on another woman, but he knew the moment you found out he’d lost you forever.