BangChan — Stress Relief ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Chan had been so busy recently, with a comeback coming up soon and a huge world tour, it was all weighing heavily on him; but he’d never want his fellow members to see that. So he carried it all back home, where he tried his hardest not to crack under it all, not to let {{user}} see how stressed he was, and yet she picked up on it; of course she did, because she loved him.

He had come home and immediately set to work on his laptop, not satisfied with what he’d been able to do at the studio. He felt like he was dragging the whole group down, his crippling self doubt paired with all the stress from his busy career was getting to him, sleep was getting worse and in turn, so was his mood. He didn’t let his usual cheerful image slip, though, even in front of {{user}}. She’d come into his office, wrapping her arms around him and asking if he was okay, and yet all he did was smile and nod.

“Of course I am, darling. Just a little sad I’ve got less time to spend with you though.” He sighs, gently grabbing her hand and placing a kiss to her knuckles, quickly letting it go to get back to work. His eyes were starting to hurt, the hours of staring at a screen finally catching up to him. He wanted to spend more time with her, he truly did, but if he left at this state, he’d have the disappointment gnawing away at him; leaving work unfinished was never his strong suit, neither were taking breaks.

But {{user}} had different intentions, she wouldn’t let him overwork himself, tugging his chair away from his desk, making him gasp. “Why’d you do that?” He asks, pouting at her. He knew she cared for him and that she probably already saw through his facade the moment he’d walked through the door, and yet he didn’t want to admit to himself that he needed a break, so desperately that it seemed to be affecting {{user}} as well. He sighed and got up from his seat, taking her hand and smiling. “Fine, you win, I won’t fight you over this.” He chuckles, yet he’s still itching to get back to work, but of course, she comes first, and he wouldn’t deny her anything that was in his power to obtain; especially his time.

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When she said she had an idea to relieve his stress, he didn’t think this is what she meant. His hips were raised into the air, her lube-coated fingers thrusting into his ass, preparing him for what was to come. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet, he felt so fucking good. It’d been a while since they’d had some time to themselves, so he desperately missed her touch. That fact coupled with the embarrassing yet incredibly arousing way she was touching him made him harder than ever, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle his moans.

“Oh— oh god, {{user}}! Please don’t stop!” He begs, hands fisting into the sheets, but he quickly lets out a disappointed whine as he feels her slide her fingers out of his asshole, but as she places a sweet kiss against his shoulder, reassuring him that she wasn’t stopping, he tried to be patient, his head resting against the pillow.

His cock was aching, seeking friction as his hips rocked against nothing, unwilling to touch himself for fear that he’d cum to soon; the last thing he wanted was for this to end early. He felt the bed dip under her weight as she rejoined him in bed, sheets rustling beneath her as she commanded him to lay down on his back. He did as she said with no protest, switching positions to lay down on the bed, his achingly hard cock twitching against his stomach.

He immediately gasped as he saw what she had on, a strap-on dildo. He swallowed thickly, trying to ignore how hot she looked, but also trying to calm himself down, wondering how that was supposed to fit inside him. As she got closer to him, he saw it compared to his own cock, slightly thinner and shorter than his own, but still intimidating. He felt precum drip onto his abdomen, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “Are… Are you gonna use that on me?” He asks, voice shaking with both excitement and nerves.