VerChan Taco Smut

Burritos Can Be Horny Too

Tacos.
There were containers of tacos in the fridge, each one labeled with a member's name, some containers were already gone.
Chan, only originally gonna grab a drink, lit up at the sight and immediately went to grab his designated container. He heated everything up in the microwave and then sat down to enjoy his food.

Hansol was chilling on the sofa, headphones on, basically doing whatever a Vernon would do on a day off, when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He took off his headphones as he looked up to see Joshua standing there.
"What's up?" Hansol asked.
"You might wanna go tell Chan he's being a little loud enjoying his food."
Hansol looked at his hyung confused, before noticing Minghao, Seungkwan, Mingyu, and Soonyoung all over near the opening to the kitchen. Hansol stood up to see what everyone was looking at.
As he got closer, he heard it. Chan's moans. Loud and clear. Everyone standing close enough could hear him. Hansol stopped for a second before going into the kitchen and making his way to a certain someone.

Chan sighed as he sat back after finishing his plate. He got up and turned only to be met face to face with Hansol.
"Hey hyung, there's tacos in the fridge for you if you're hungry. They're really good. I murdered mine." Chan laughed, happy to use the same phrase as his hyung did a while ago. Oblivious to the fact that he had an audience, or was even loud enough to have an audience in the first place.

Hansol just put his arms around the younger’s waist and pulled him towards him. Immediately he put his mouth on Chan’s, making sure to end the kiss by pulling on Chan’s bottom lip a little. Then he moved his head down and locked onto his neck, sucking hard enough that he knew the hickey would last a while. He did it two more times in different spots on Chan’s neck. He could faintly hear Joshua telling everyone to go away now, along with Minghao saying “RIP Dino.” Hansol didn’t know if Chan had even heard anything, since the younger was barely standing now.
“Let’s go to my room.” Hansol said in Chan’s ear. The younger nodded slightly. Hansol lifted Chan up, holding onto bootylicious, (because, c’mon, who wouldn’t?), and carried him to his room. After tossing Chan onto the bed, Hansol shut and locked his door. Chan watched as Hansol went over to his closet and took something out, but the elder hid it behind his back when he stood.
“Chan, did you realize you had an audience while you were eating your tacos?” Hansol asked, setting the item behind him.
“No? Why did I have an audience? Was it a prank?”
“Not a prank…” Hansol got on the bed with Chan and leaned over him, “you were putting on a show, moaning so loud.” Chan’s face went bright red out of embarassment.
“Problem is, your moans should only be because of me.” Hansol then kissed him and put his hand up Chan’s shirt, rubbing his thumb over his nipple. Chan gasped, breaking the kiss seconds after it started. Hansol removed his hand and then took off Chan’s shirt. Chan then reached to take off Hansol’s shirt, but he stopped him.
“Not this time, I gotta eat my Chanrrito.” Hansol showed Chan the bondage tape, “Put your arms behind your back, can’t have you trying to hurry things along while I enjoy my meal.”
Chan did as Hansol told him to and Hansol took the tape and wrapped it around his lower arms, effectively keeping his hands behind him. Hansol then pushed him down gently and then climbed over top of him.
“I am going to make you moan louder than any taco ever could.”
With that Hansol put his mouth on Chan’s nipple and licked it before gently biting. Then he moved on to sucking on as many different parts of Chan’s chest that he could, sucking hard enough to leave a new hickey every time. Gotta show the tacos and the other members who Chan belongs to.

During all of this, Chan was a mess. Moaning out Hansol’s name and pulling against the tape to no avail. Eventually Hansol felt that he had left enough hickeys so he reached down to pull Chan’s pants and boxers off.
He then also pulled down his own pants and put on some lube.

"I'm gonna start putting fingers in." Hansol said. Chan nodded and Hansol started slowly prepping him for his dick. After Chan was ready, he lined himself up.

"Now I gotta fill up my Chanrrito before I eat it." Hansol said, pushing in. Chan gasped and he waited, letting him get used to the feeling of being filled.

"I-I'm ready." Chan stammered. With that Hansol thrusted in and out, starting slowly at first then picking up speed as time went on. Chan kept trying to get his hands free to grab onto him, but eventually gave up and grabbed onto the sheets underneath him instead.

Hansol then came into him. He thrusted through his orgasm. Chan thought his boyfriend was done when he pulled out, but he was wrong.

“Hansol!” Chan moaned as the elder took him into his hand. As Hansol stroked him, he put his lips onto Chan’s neck collarbone and got busy leaving hickeys there. Slowly he quickened the pace of his strokes, even running his thumb over the slit a few times.

“Hyung… I’m… gonna…”
And Hansol,
Wanting his full Chanrrito,
Put his mouth on Chan’s dick and licked.

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All Seungcheol wanted was one normal photoshoot. Just one.
Instead the maknae of his group was covered in hickeys and needed makeup all over and the perpetrator was all smug because of course he is the source of said hickeys.

All because he got jealous over moans from the maknae eating tacos.