Giving Bangchan Head During Channies Room (a Drabble Sorta)

my birthday is in 3 months?!

PERV!BANG CHAN HEADCANONS

PAIRING: BANG CHAN X FEMALE READER

WARNINGS: nsfw (mdni), perversion, corruption kink, breeding kink, possessiveness, masturbation, cum tributing, watching, suggestions of blowjobs, dubcon (?), best friends brother!chan, swearing

PERV!CHAN who’s best friends with your brother and beats himself up at night, cursing at whatever entity for tempting him to think about you—his best friend's sister—who’s explicitly off limits.

PERV!CHAN who’s so endearingly shy and giggly around you, continually protecting you when your brother isn't around, hiding his lewd thoughts behind his kind exterior.

PERV!CHAN who refuses to look you in the eye the first time he jerked off to the thought of you stuffed full of his cock.

PERV!CHAN who tells your brother he’s going to the washroom and takes his sweet time walking there, not before peeking through your slightly open bedroom door—discovering you lying on your stomach innocently—and palming his growing cock at the sight of your tight cotton shorts that annoyingly accentuated the curve of your ass and the shape of your puffy cunt. Were you even wearing underwear?

PERV!CHAN who could never act upon his desires—who forbids himself from getting too close at the risk of hurting or corrupting you. You’re not for him—you’re delicate and the quintessence of purity—and it would be a sin, he would positively go to hell if his hand even grazed you the wrong way. Every touch meant something more to him.

PERV!CHAN who feels his self-control crumbling when you stroll out of the shower towel-clad, the soft white fabric daring to slip from your body, which was glistening enticingly with droplets of water from your previous activities. He’s fucked. If he tugged on the towel right then and there, he’d see everything, wouldn’t he?

PERV!CHAN whose guilt consumes him when he’s incapable of getting off without thinking of you. He’s tried porn—even porn of people that look just like you—but it doesn’t suffice. He needs you. So, begrudgingly, feeling the pit of his stomach swarm with anxiety and cringing in self-disgust, he searches your name on Instagram, knowing that you’re the only one to relieve him of his need.

PERV!CHAN who feels his mind go numb as he strokes his leaking cock to photos of you beaming, looking simply tantalizing in your tiny skirt—his favourite skirt. He wants to take his time masturbating to you, but how can he resist when his mind is corrupted with depraved thoughts of bending you in unthinkable positions, hearing your begs and whines for him to go harder; for him to claim you; for him to breed your tight little cunt until his cum oozes out of your abused hole. You’d have the greediest cunt, wouldn’t you? You’d take him so well, he knows you would. You’d be so good for him. His good little girl.

PERV!CHAN who feels his mind break and his cheeks flush every time you teasingly touch him, your soft hands squeezing and groping his tense forearms and muscles, your alluring voice purring hushed praises in his ears—phrases that sound way more suggestive than you possibly imply, right? You’re so big, Chan. God—you’re so strong. I’m so weak compared to you. You could ruin me, Channie.

PERV!CHAN who curses to himself and looks away, clenching his jaw and inhaling sharply every time you look up at him with puppy-dog eyes. He feels himself grow insane at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and the pretty little pout fixed on your lips. Would your face scrunch up like this if he stretched you out with his cock? He tries his best to ignore the very possible reality that this is what you’d look like on your knees for him. Would your hands paw his thighs? Would you open your mouth, tongue timidly peeking out for a taste of his cum? What would your face look like stained and tainted with his seed? Would you like it? Would you smile up at him? Would you beg for more? God, he’d give it to you.

PERV!CHAN who lends you his hoodie when you accompany him and your brother on a late-night beach trip, gulping as he takes in the sight of his clothes swallowing you whole, the cute buds of your breasts poking through the thick fabric.

PERV!CHAN whose cock aches at the delicious smell of your body and the sweet, floral scent of your perfume after his hoodie is returned to him the next day. He refuses to wash it, wanting to preserve the scent for as long as he possibly can. Because when he closes his eyes and presses his nose in the soft black fabric, all while jerking off his dripping cock in fast, hastened strokes, it feels like you’re right there; it’s the closest thing he has to real life.

PERV!CHAN who becomes irritable when the scent on his hoodie fades away, and against his better judgement, walks into your family washroom only to immediately open the bottom cabinet in pursuit of your laundry basket, where he steals a pair of your dirty panties. Of course, he jerked one out in the washroom, knowing all too well you were a room away. It makes it better—helps him cum faster. What if you walked in? What if you saw the way he smelled your musk before pushing the fabric in his mouth, letting out muffled groans at the sheer taste of you? God, he’s disgusting. Did you cum in these while touching yourself? Maybe you dry-humped against your pillow. Who were you thinking of? Fuck—he hopes it’s him.

PERV!CHAN who prints a photograph of you one day—a full body shot of you smiling toward the camera, your white sundress short enough to reveal the plush flesh of your thighs—his favourite photo. He’s especially desperate now after tasting you. He’s careful with the panties and only uses them for special occasions—what if he wants a taste again? He’d wrap the panties around his sore, chubby cock, stroking himself furiously to the picture, seizing the opportunity to slap his dick against the photo of you. It’s a laminate photo and laminate for one sole purpose. All too quickly, he cums in thick, white spurts, landing on the photo of your face and thighs—all over you. Snapping a quick photo, he jerks himself off again, and again, and again, until it’s thoroughly covered in his warm seed. He would do it a million times in real life if you’d just asked. Once he’s done, he wipes the photo clean with tissue paper and carefully places it at the bottom of his drawer for later use.

PERV!CHAN who heads to your washroom to jerk off to another pair of your panties at four o'clock in the morning during a sleepover with your brother, where thoughts of you sleeping soundly a room away plague and tempt him beyond belief. Instead of stealing this pair, he puts it back in your laundry basket, soiled and contaminated with his cum. You’ll just wash it, and he’ll have to live forever with the remorse of you wearing underwear that unbeknownst to you, Chan violated. It isn’t until weeks later when your brother hosts a pool party, that Chan chokes on his drink at the sight of you wearing the same panties he came in. It was part of a swimsuit—you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Feeling his bulge grow in his swim trunks, he gulps down his drink and races to the washroom to relieve himself. He can’t last like this. You have no fucking idea. No fucking idea that your brother's best friend—the second guy you wholeheartedly trusted after your brother, the first guy who swore to protect you if your brother weren’t around—came all over the fabric pressed right against your sweet, untouched cunt.

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ hi, my name is iris hehe, can you tell i’m obsessed with channie’s guilt complex. he’s the sanest perv! anyways, if you liked this, check out my other work, i have more coming! i write for stray kids only and am a mostly nsfw blog. if you plan on following me, please note that my blog is 18+. i hope you guys like this ! feel free to give feedback and reveal your thoughts in my inbox <3

Bang Chan  ❆ 24 to 25

🎀🐰 𝓟𝓲𝓾𝓶 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰-𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓛𝓲𝓿𝓮 🐰🎀

Browsing through old files, found this from ~two years ago

If we are living in a simulation, either give me hacks to be happy or turn it off, I'm not having fun

Chan's POV:

Hi, pretty. Come here. On my lap. There you go. Comfy? Good.

Do something for me, will you?

Hold your skirt up. Yeah, just like that. Slide your panties to the side, just a bit. Just enough so that I can slide my cock in.

Hmm? What are we gonna do? Well, today, babygirl, you are gonna ride me.

That's right. Why? Nervous? Don't be. I'll help you. Daddy always helps you, doesn't he?

Go ahead. Take out my cock. That's right. Hard for you. Leaking too. I'd make you lick it but I'm too impatient today.

Sink that pretty cunt onto Daddy's dick, baby. Yeah, just like that. Just like that. Fuck, you're so tight.

Bounce. Bounce like a bunny. Go on. Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my cock.

Fucking sinful slut. Don't hold onto Daddy's shoulder. I want you to pull your top and bra up and hold it like that until you cum. Daddy will hold you. Promise. You won't fall.

Yeah, that's it. Fuck, look at your tits bounce. That's it. That's fucking it. Good girl. Good, fucking bouncing titties, fucking tight cunt, yes yes yes fuck

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i wanna ride chan so bad while calling him daddy that i cry every time of pure frustration 😞😞

in which you ride chris' dick

╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader ╰┈➤ tags/warnings: daddy kink, spanking ╰┈➤ word count: 408

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chris loves seeing you work for his cock so desperately, bouncing on his cock like a good, obedient bunny. he would hide his smirk through a bitten lower lip as he watches your face contorting in pleasure, cock throbbing from the way you whimper as you attempt to fuck yourself faster down on him.

with his warm hands gripping your hips firmly, he guides your bounces up and down so that you wouldn't lose the pattern. "c'mon, keep up with me, baby."

"nggh~" you whimper, your arms snaking around his neck, closing your eyes as you ignore the slight ache in your knees.

"s'good, yea? you like bouncing on daddy's dick?"

fuck, you're a sucker whenever he calls himself that in third person. it triggers you to tangle your hands all over his soft curls, tugging on them which makes him groan.

"mhm, yes daddy—oohh," in a second, your mouth hangs open to release a loud, guttural moan as his cock finally hits your sweet spot. "mm, right there yeah?" chris chuckles, forcing you down harder on his dick, "fuck, angel. clenching so hard your pussy's begging me to fuck you so roughly you'll see stars."

mouth practically salivating, you nod, "yes! yes, daddy please fuck me."

"yeah?" he teases, tilting his head to the side to push your buttons.

"please! i-i... need you to do it, daddy."

if only you knew the reaction chris would have with that sentence.

instantly, chris snakes his big arms around your waist, hands clasping on each of his forearms to lock you in place as he starts fucking you from below. he's reckless; he doesn't go slow for his hips deliciously snaps up against your ass, feeling his entire length sheath deep inside you.

you hear nothing but you and your boyfriend's moans colliding, the pornographic clap of your hips against his, and squelching noises from his hard dick inside your wet pussy. you let your entire body fall against his chest, losing all control, as your cheeks press against the crook of his neck. chris laughs sadistically at the sight of your submission, spanking your ass cheek hard.

"look at my angel, all tired from trying to ride daddy?" chris, with one hand, pats your head gently — a total contradiction from the way he's fucking your pussy so roughly. "s'okay, baby. did a good job for me. now let daddy take care of you, hm? let me take control."

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