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𝙗𝙖𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! [1𝗄 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇] - part. 1: the destination

synopsis: you and your boyfriend have been working nonstop. performances on his end and endless meetings on yours. when you both finally get a break, he proposes you two get away for a few days. little do the both of you know that this “baecation” will provide physical, emotional, and sexual healing.

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! chan, non-idol! chan (professional dancer! chan), vacation/baecation getaway, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, lingerie on reader, hotel room sex, balcony sex, pool sex, basically chan and reader are just horny lovebirds

this part’s tags/warnings: cooking and food, kissing, tinges of suggestive material, mentions of the beach, waterfronts, etc.

word count: 2.6k

notes: well, she’s finally here! baecation is ready for you all to consume and i really hope you all like it! 🥹 thank you again for 1k, it still feels very surreal and i’m so lucky to do one of the things i love and share it with you guys. now before i get too sappy, let’s get into it shall we?

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quite frankly - you’re over it.

for the past month and a half, you’ve been pushing your limits at your job. your boss designated you as the lead of a project and on top of that, you had to put in overtime to ensure that the project workload AND your individual load were still up to standards. while you knew things would be worth it in the end (your project commissions and overtime would give you an extra $2,500 dollars on your paycheck), you would be lying if you said your mental and physical health were starting to deteriorate.

today especially, you realized things were going to get worse before they got better. as you shut down your workspace, you felt ounces of your energy leave your body. too much happened for your liking - your teammates argued about the project’s direction, your boss complained about the most minute details in a presentation you were to give in a few days, and to culminate the day, your company laptop malfunctioned while you were working and it had to be sent to i.t. for it to get fixed. at this point, you were ready to head home, wrap yourself up in your covers, and forget about everything and everyone.

you’re not sure if you heard people say goodbye to you as you left the office, but if they did, you were too tired (and too agitated) to care and respond back. as you enter into the parking deck of your office building, you fish for your phone and see some missed texts from your boyfriend, chan.

channie ❤️: hey, just wanted to check on you

channie ❤️: i’ll probably be over later tonight

channie ❤️: so much is going on, and i really want to see you

you breathe a sigh of relief at seeing your boyfriend’s name appear on your screen, but you also can’t help but worry. your boyfriend chan was a professional dancer - and a damn good one. he’s been dancing since he was three, and it’s his first love. he teaches at three of the most popular dance studios on a weekly basis, drawing in huge crowds of avid and eager learners. his instagram comments are always flooded with words of praise - handsomeness and talent catching the eyes of millions. his sharpness, keen eye for detail, and flawless execution made him the target for entertainment companies and he was often called in to be a backup dancer or choreograph for popular idol groups. currently, he’s preparing to dance with a popular boy group after their latest comeback broke records.

he did mention that his rehearsals were getting a bit more intense, especially since this group in particular were about to start their promotion period. there were days where he complained that his body ached and times that you helped take care of him, so you just had to pray and hope that today wasn’t as harsh on him.

you and chan have been together for a year and a half after meeting at party hosted by a mutual friend. you weren’t sure that you two were a good match for each other, but after a few meet-ups and intriguing conversations you realized that you two had more in common than you thought. whatever one of you might have lacked, another made up for in actions or words. you two complemented each other and you had each other’s backs. even through some rough patches, you both realized that there was no one else you wanted to be with. there was no going back.

as you started your car engine, you shoot a quick text back to chan, thanking all higher powers you would at least have some better solace this evening.

babe 😏: you too? i guess we can talk about later when you come by. see you in a bit, love ya ❤️

the drive after work feels somewhat longer than normal, the traffic almost making you reach your limit. but you finally find yourself back in the comfort of your apartment, kicking your shoes off to the side and dropping your bag and blazer to the floor. you breathe a huge sigh of relief as you enter your bedroom, take off your bra, and flop onto your bed, letting the sweet scent of your bedsheets fill your nose.

you find yourself drifting into dreamland a few minutes later, but the grumbling of your stomach and the fact that you still had the rest of your work clothes on brings you back to reality. despite some opposition from the rest of your body, you get up and grab some loungewear from your dresser and head for the shower, hoping to relax your tense muscles.

after you come out the shower and change, you head to the kitchen to start on dinner. you decide on chicken fried rice - one of you and chan’s favorite meals to eat together. you pull the ingredients from the fridge and the seasonings from the cabinet, asking your smart home device to play serene, chill music. the instrumentals fill your space, and you get to work - washing the chicken first.

as you finish garnishing both plates, you hear your doorbell ring. you check your camera, and smile as you see your boyfriend come into view. you quickly wash your hands and answer the door, embracing chan in a tight hug before he can even say anything to you.

he’s surprised at how you rush at him, but it quickly melts into a soft smile as he wraps one hand around your waist and one on the back of your neck. he gently sways you back and forth, rubbing the small of your skin. after nearly eight hours of rehearsal, all he wanted to do was spend the rest of the day with you with no worries.

“hey you,” he whispers, glowing smile still on his perfect features. you finally make eye contact with him, a smile coming on your face, beaming at the fact that you were finally with your love. “hey,” you respond, going up on your toes to press a kiss to his soft cheek. chan takes the opportunity to place his hand on your chin and places a kiss on your lips. he quickly realizes he missed this wonderful feeling, and he deepens his movements, smirking when you can feel yourself lose all control and give into his desires.

you have to force yourself to come off him, knowing that if this continues dinner would be long forgotten. “c’mon babe, i made your favorite!” you take his hand and he drops his bags by your door, the familiar blending of seasonings wafting through his nose. “you made chicken fried rice?!” chan beams, entering the kitchen, his mouth nearly drooling at the plate full of goodness. “man, i really needed this today, thank you baby,” he places a kiss on your cheek this time as he goes to wash his hands. you can’t help but blush as you take the plates to the table, taking your seat as chan follows behind you.

“i’ll eat deliciously,” he affirms you, toasting your fork to you, taking his first bite and nodding in agreement at your cooking. you give him a minute to eat before you ask him anything.

“how have rehearsals been?”

“in one word, crazy,” he sighs. “i had to come in early to teach one of the members since he had an overseas schedule when the group had practice. then we had to rework some formations and drill the choreo over and over to get ready for filming tomorrow. i’m excited for filming and all, but im just tired.”

you sigh, shaking your head in agreement. “that’s understandable, things at the office have been crazy too. i love what i do, but this overtime is driving me crazy. i can’t wait to be finished so i can get this big bonus.”

“you’ve got this through. and when that check comes, it’ll all be worth it. just make sure you take care of yourself in the meantime. you know i’m proud of you right?” he rubs your back, his hand softening your tight muscles.

“thanks,” you respond shyly, smiling at your lover. “you know i’m proud of you too. you’re living out your dream everyday and you’re having fun doing it. your hard work is paying off too, chan. if i haven’t told you lately, you’re doing amazing. but you also need to make sure you’re taking care of yourself too, okay?”

he nods in agreement. “it’s only fair cause i asked you to do the same. i promise i’ll take care of myself.”

time passes by pleasantly, empty plates now in the dishwasher, conversations continuing from the kitchen table to the couch. your head rests on chan’s shoulders, your right hand on his leg.

“so when do you guys film the performance video?”

“tomorrow, and it’s supposed to last two days. then we have promotions with the group, but they divided us into two groups, so i only have to perform at music shows during the second week.”

an idea pops into your head, imaginary lightbulbs flashing rapidly. even though you were working overtime, you were scheduled for absences on friday and monday and your boss hadn’t rescinded on your days off. if chan only had to work until thursday, that would mean for once - both of your schedules would align.

“wait.. so that means you have a break after the music video?” you question. “even if it’s a short one?”

“yeah, what are you getting at?”

you sit up from your boyfriend’s shoulder realizing that the planning you completed in your head might have actually worked. “chan,” you exclaimed, “i actually have a break too! i get friday and monday off! chan, do you know what this means? we finally have the chance to spend more time together!”

your excitedness makes chan swoon, but it also brings a tinge of sadness. you were right - you two have been so busy that you had limited time together. between him dancing and teaching and with your work project, moments like these where you two could get away for a minute were rare.

“we should do something special then baby! we could go to dinner,” he gasps coming up with a new idea, “and i’ve always wanted to take you on a night boat ride! remember when i sent you those pictures from japan?”

earlier in the year, chan went overseas for another performance opportunity and during his time off, he and some of his other dancer friends took a boat ride with the city lights gleaming over the large body of water, waves that could lull anyone to sleep with their calming effect. it was a sight to behold, even through a 7 inch phone screen.

“yeah i do! those pictures were gorgeous,” you admire, thinking how back them you wished you were with chan on that boat, head resting on his shoulders like you did earlier, taking peeks of your boyfriend every now and then. he would be staring into the distance, somehow managing to look more handsome than anyone else.

“actually, i kinda want to do something grander than a date night though..” you hint, playing with your hair as you temporarily avoid eye contact. “i’ve been seeing this idea on insta for a while, and now i dream of doing it with you, chan. why don’t we take a trip together babe?”

“like a day trip?”

“mmm, i was thinking more like for the weekend. and it doesn’t have to be somewhere ridiculously far either, not like bali or anything! matter of fact, there’s a beach that i found right off the coast and the city is stunning!” you pull out your phone and type in the name of the beach in the search engine. you pass your phone to chan, images of beautiful blue water and white sand flooding his lenses.

“ah, crystal beach!” chan recognizes the name. “some of my friends have been there before, they said it was really nice! they said there’s a waterfront hotel right in front of the beach, and from the right floor you can get the perfect view.”

suddenly, you can envision the two of you on the fifteenth floor, sunrise glistening through the windows as you sleep in chan’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist, head on his chest. nothing else would matter in that moment expect for you two. no work, no projects, no eight-counts - just you, your lover, and the gentle ocean breeze.

“so, what are you thinking? should we go for it?” you ask.

“let’s do it babe! we’ve never done something like this before, and we can make some great memories out of it! and from the looks it, we could both use some time away from all of this,” he gestures towards the windows, overseeing the big city that encased you two.

“yeah,” you nod in agreement. “i think some time away is long overdue. and it’ll be good for us! honestly, i was thinking about us waking up together, and now i can’t wait to get out of here!” you both share a quick laugh as you head comes to the familiar space of chan’s shoulders.

you two share a few moments of silence before chan taps your leg twice as your eyes look into his, “do you wanna leave friday morning? we can get there by the afternoon, chill for a bit, and then get dinner or something.”

“m’kay, that sounds good to me. do you want me to reserve the room or do you wanna do it?” you ask, rubbing his shoulder.

“i can reserve the hotel room! don’t worry about it babe.” you kiss chan’s cheek as a thank you, fingers intertwining with his. chan pulls out his phone, typing in the hotel name, leading him to the website. he then locks his phone, already making plans to make this the best trip for you both.

some more time passes, you and chan watching random youtube videos, laughing at funny moments. but soon it comes time for chan to leave, he has an early morning because of the music video filming.

you walk with him to the door, handing him his bags. you go on your toes to kiss his cheek one more time before he leaves. “good luck on filming, i’ll see you on friday!”

he bends down to press a gentle kiss on your lips, hand caressing your jaw to deepen the feeling. you return his passion, tongues moving together like choreography. when you separate, his lips form in a smirk - he loves the feeling of leaving you breathless.

“if i get out early on thursday night i’ll text you. if i do, can i spend the night?”

“of course, baby,” you smile at him, biting your lip. “i’ll see you soon, okay? you need to get some rest.”

“okay, okay, love you baby,” he says leaving one more kiss on your lips.

“love you too, text me when you get home!” you respond as he opens the door, waving you goodbye, signaling with his fingers that he would affirm he got home safely.

chan closes the door as he walks to the elevator, hearing your door lock, making sure you were safe. he quickly gets out his phone, the hotel’s website coming back into view. he chooses the dates, chooses two people to occupy the space, and it takes chan to the room selection. he scrolls until he find the perfect room - one with a king size bed, and a balcony view, hopefully one that would overlook the beach.

before he reserves the room, he texts one of his friends that stayed at the same hotel.

hey yeonjun, i need a favor.

which exact floor were you on when you went to that hotel at when you went to crystal beach?

to all my brown skin girls……. don’t ever let anyone tell you you can’t pull off a certain colour bc it doesn’t “compliment your skin tone”. it’s all a fuckin lie. you are BEAUTIFUL and you should rock any damn colour you want

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title: Trial and Error pairing: woozi x afab!reader genre: established relationship, smut, fluff warnings: afab!reader, face sitting, fingering, shower sex, slight hand and arm kink (it's my trademark now..), unprotected sec (wrap it before you tap it) synopsis: jihoon usually spends his days off in the studio, but something you said makes him change his plans for his day off

wordcount: 4k

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rating: 18+

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After many long and challenging hours, the album was finished, the comeback was released, and promotions were done. Seventeen had released their newest album, and in celebration, they threw an at-home party. It wasn't some big event, but simply a way to blow off steam after working so hard. Jihoon had invited you to come along. Though you protested that they should celebrate amongst themselves, and that you didn't want to disturb, he managed to convince you to go.

People were already drunk when you arrived. Jihoon kept you by his side, a hand around your waist to keep you as close as he could. He wasn't usually much for PDA, but tonight was special. However, his light grip on you couldn't keep you by his side forever. As soon as you walked into the kitchen, you were stolen away from your boyfriend by Soonyoung.

"Oh my god, I haven't seen you in ages!" He embraced you and moved you further away from the man you arrived with.

You and Soonyoung weren't that close, but considering what was in his glass his behavior didn't surprise you. The two of you had spoken a few times alone and a bit more with the company of other people. It was enough for you to call him a friend, and you absolutely had nothing against him... but hugging him felt strange.

"Well, you've been busy," you said and took the glass from his hand to prevent it from spilling all over the place. "Congratulations on the album, by the way!"

"Thank you, thank you..." he slurred. "Ah! I was going to say something!"

He held out his hands to you, so you humored him and put down the glass on a nearby table, then put your hands in his. You enjoyed this side of him. You had heard Jihoon talk about the way his friend would act when he got drunk, and at times the stories seemed unbelievable. It was definitely a sight to behold. Soonyoung was now giving you a serious look, holding both of your hands as if he was going to tell you some horrible news.

"I really tried to get Jihoon to get home as much as possible," he admitted. "And he wanted to, he told me that he wanted to, but he was very caught up in work all the time."

"I know that Soonyoung." You giggled but Soonyoung quickly shushed you.

"No, no, you don't know." He shook his head. "He would talk about you all the time- so I told him- I said you should just go home and say that to them instead of talking my ear off about it."

"Uh-huh." You nodded and looked around to see if you could find Jihoon anywhere. "I'm sorry he bothered you about it."

"Oh no, I don't mind! I just felt bad for you," he explained. "But now you have him all to yourself, so you enjoy that- because he really loves you, you know?"

"Hate to break it to you, bud, but Jihoon spends his time in the studio even when he doesn't have to." You sighed. "But don't tell him that I said that, he'll make a big deal about it when I really don't mind-"

"You don't mind at all?" Soonyoung questioned with one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

Drunk Soonyoung was surprisingly good at pulling secrets out of you, and you were surprised with yourself when you heard yourself start speaking about your very private life with your boyfriend.

"... maybe a little bit. It'd be nice to spend more time with him, I shouldn't lie." You hummed and thought about it a bit further before bringing yourself back to reality. "But it's fine. So don't worry him, okay?"

"Fine, fine..." He sighed. "You two really need to talk to each other more."

With that, he left you: confused and slightly surprised. You went back to your search for Jihoon, not knowing that he had been standing close behind you and hearing every word. As soon as your conversation had ended, he walked away to ensure that you wouldn't have caught him. Jihoon never meant for you to feel like you needed more from him, he didn't know it was something you needed - mostly because you never said anything. But as soon as he heard you say that, a plan started brewing in his head.

The next morning you woke up to a pair of strong arms wrapping around you, and pillowy soft lips against your shoulder and neck. You couldn't quite tell if you were still dreaming or not, but you really wished that you weren't. You stirred around in the bed, turning toward Jihoon and looking at him with tired and groggy eyes. His hair was a mess and his eyes were only half open. Jihoon was actually still in bed with you, it wasn't a dream - but he sure looked like one. His pale skin was flushed and warm. Once you had gotten comfortable in your new position, he began kissing your clavicle the same way he had kissed your shoulder.

"Good morning," he murmured against your skin.

"... good morning." Your voice was gravelly. "What are you up to there, babe?"

"Just loving you a bit," he said casually, although a soft blush started showing on his cheeks.

A smile made its way to your lips as you watched him try to pull you even closer. You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, gentle and warm. His hand caressed your waist and hips, drawing lazy patterns on the bare skin under your shirt. It had been a while since you found yourself in this situation. The honeymoon phase with Jihoon felt somewhat similar to this, but now it was more trusting. You felt completely safe in Jihoon's arms, and you didn't care if he saw your bedhead or could smell your morning breath. All that mattered was his touch on your skin. However, it felt a bit strange. You couldn't lie and say that you didn't love it because you did, but it was an unusual thing for Jihoon to initiate.

"What's up? Why are we doing this?" you asked after pulling away from him. "Wasn't our plan to have breakfast together?"

"I just want to try some new things with you," he admitted and you encouraged him to keep explaining with a look. "I want to have you for breakfast."

"... Jihoon, are you okay?" You put the back of your hand against his forehead. "Are you sick? Are you still drunk somehow?"

Jihoon sat back slightly, giving you an incredulous look. He had marks on his skin from the bedsheets, and his hair was standing up in all directions. Your bottom lip slipped in between your teeth to keep yourself from laughing, but you couldn't hide your smile from him.

"Is it weird for me to want to have sex with you?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"On a Thursday morning? Yes." You chuckled. "Seriously, what's gotten into you? I'm not complaining, but this isn't like you."

"I just don't see you much." He sighed. "And now I have you all to myself for an entire day... it's more than enough time to try out some new things we've been wanting to do..."

His fingers snuck dangerously close to the band of your sleep shorts. One of his fingers slipped under the fabric and gently stroked against your bare skin. He shuffled further down, and you immediately knew where he was going with it.

"You've given me head before," you said teasingly. "It's hardly new."

It was true. Whenever the two of you found time in your busy lives to actually have sex, usually late in the night, he would the most mind-blowing oral you've ever had. He was always persistent, and oh so attentive to your needs - which was an absolutely fantastic combination. So no, him giving you head was not new - but you definitely wouldn't complain if he wanted to do so right now. It was just unlike him to be so forward.

"Not in the morning," he argued.

"But we've had morning sex before too."

"And that's not morning head."

"Why are you being so persistent?" you questioned.

Jihoon's hand stayed by the hem of your pajama shorts, but his eyes looked away from yours. You sat up halfway to reach for his arm, giving him a supporting look.

"... because I heard you talking to Soonyoung last night." Jihoon sighed. "And I started feeling bad about not spending enough time with you... and then I just... I can't remember the last time we've had sex, honestly, and it's kind of-"

"I get it, I get it." You giggled. "It's nice of you, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

"But I want to.", he assured you, "And I want to do more than just this too. I want to take my time with you. Anything you want to do, I'm down."

You couldn't hold back your laughter anymore. Jihoon was incredibly cute: he looked at you with such eagerness and love, and every word he said was just so out of character for him - as evident by how red his face had gotten.

"Don't laugh at me," he huffed.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just wasn't expecting it." You took a deep breath to calm down. "I can't say I don't like the idea of that, though."

Jihoon took his chance to get on top of you, putting his arms on either side of your head. Yes, your boyfriend was cute - but he was also very hot, and right now you were thanking whatever made him always sleep half-naked.

"Do you still want me for breakfast?" you asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He responded by pressing his lips on yours. You melted into the kiss, and as he ran his tongue along your bottom lips you immediately gave him entrance. While keeping you busy, one of his hands roamed your body. It caressed the swell of your breast from over your shirt, traveling down to the hem of the fabric to tug it up. For just a moment, you broke the kiss to pull your shirt off, Just as quickly as you pulled away, his lips crashed onto yours again. He was hungry, having been starved from touching you for a long time now. There was the occasional quickie in the studio, but they had grown scarce and it was nothing like what he could do with a little more time on his hands.

Jihoon trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw to your neck, to your chest. Wetness started pooling between your legs as he started sucking on one of your nipples, while his hand worked on massaging your other. When you whined out for him, Jihoon placed his knee between your legs and let you grind against his thigh. Finally getting some relief felt like absolute heaven. But far too soon, he pulled away. His hands made their way to your hips and he slowly dragged off your bottoms. As you were about to complain, he flipped you over and let you straddle his stomach. You were looking down on him now, his dark hair creating a gloria around his flushed face. The pinkish color had spread down to his chest, leaving splotchy flushed spots around his clavicle and chest. You loved seeing him like this - and getting to see it in daylight was always gratifying.

"I want you to ride my face," he said between pants.

"What? But I'll crush you," you said, despite the aching between your legs begging for just that.

"No, you won't." He chuckled and pulled your hips closer to his face. "Come on, I know you want to try it."

"Fine," you said.

It wasn't difficult to convince you. With a giddy feeling in your stomach, you straddled his face. As you gazed down at him you started getting nervous. What if you really did crush his face? Jihoon seemed to sense your fears. He locked eyes with you and wrapped his arms around your thighs to pull you down on his face. Your clit made immediate contact with his tongue, and a moan slipped out from your throat. Suddenly, you couldn't even think about crushing his head. All you could think of was how expertly Jihoon moved his tongue against your core.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot how good you were at that..." you breathed out as you started grinding against his tongue.

One of your hands gripped the headboard, while the other tangled itself in Jihoon's hair. A groan vibrated against you as you pulled on his hair. Jihoon took his time working you up. He swirled his tongue around your clit, and sucked on it. His tongue went down to your hole, letting his nose bump against your clit. He was eating you out like a man starved. You were made painfully aware of his fingers on your thighs, as he started squeezing and massaging your flesh to bring you in closer. When you glanced down at him you were met with his dilated pupils looking back at you. His eyebrows were pulled together and he looked like he was begging for more. A familiar sensation started building up in your stomach... but it just as quickly vanished when Jihoon pulled away from you, breathing heavily. The lower half of his face was already completely drenched, and, even though you were worried, it sent a wave of heat down to your core.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry- are you okay?" You were panting.

"I forgot to breathe..." he admitted sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I kind of ruined it."

"No, no, no... you're good." You chuckled and got off his face. "How about we try that again some other time? We can do something else to finish this..."

"... do you have anything else in mind?" he asked.

You glanced down at his hands and then back up at his face. It was no secret that your boyfriend had amazingly talented hands, and you had honestly been dreaming of feeling them again. Quite literally, you had dreams about him fingering you - where you'd wake up a flustered mess, and not dare disturb Jihoon's much disturbed sleep to fix it. You were definitely happy that you had agreed to this now. Jihoon sat up and motioned for you to sit between his legs. You couldn't help but glance at his cock bulging through his underwear, but it was a problem to solve for later. As you sat between his legs, his chest pressed against your back, Jihoon brought his hand to your jaw and gripped it tight but not enough to hurt. He guided you to look at yourself in the mirror, which was hanging on the wall by the wardrobe. You saw yourself completely exposed in the reflection and when you tried to close your legs, Jihoon pried them back open.

"How about this..." he murmured. "I'll give you my fingers as long as you keep your eyes open, okay?"

You nodded, which only made his grip tighten. You definitely liked this new side of Jihoon.

"Say it."

"Yes," you muttered.

Jihoon had a small smile on his face as he leaned his chin on your shoulder, looking at you through the reflection. His large hands spread your legs further to reveal your soaking wet pussy. After leaving a small peck on your shoulder, he reached his finger to collect some of your slick and started rubbing your clit. Whimper after whimper dripped from your lips like honey, as Jihoon continued at a slow pace. He was testing out the waters, looking to see what would affect you the most. You kept your eyes on the mirror, watching him watch your every reaction. But you wanted more.

"Could you... speed up a bit?" You gasped.

"I just want to take my time with you..." he said innocently. "But if you ask me really nicely, I'll consider going faster for you, baby."

Jihoon wasn't very vocal during bedroom activities, but you could tell that he was enjoying trying it out. Even though his dark curls covered most of his face now, you could see a glimmer in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. His other hand reached your breast, his finger circling your nipple before gently pinching it - eliciting a squeak from you. Jihoon chuckled at your reaction, you had only ever seen glimpses of this trait of his - experiencing it fully was something completely different.

"You're so mean..." you whined and tried to grind yourself fast against his fingers, making him take away his hand entirely.

"You should really watch what you say." Jihoon was still smiling. "Here, I'll help you."

The hand that was covered in your juices was brought up to your lips. Jihoon watched you through the reflection, and without breaking eye contact you opened your mouth for him and started sucking on his fingers. A quiet groan fell from his lips, and in the heat of the moment, you barely noticed how he started grinding his hard-on against you. You tasted yourself on his fingers as he pushed down the pads of his ring- and middle finger on your tongue. With his free hand, he reached down to your core again, getting his fingers wet before he pushed them inside of you. Two fingers easily went inside, and he started pumping them in and out at the fast pace you had asked for before. You moaned around his fingers as his other hand fucked your pussy, his palm rubbing against your clit.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked and you frantically nodded. "Cum all over my fingers, baby, come on..."

He whispered sweet promises and gentle urges into your ears as you came all over his hand, riding out your high by grinding yourself on his fingers. You leaned back your head on his shoulder and slumped back against his body.

"Shit, you're amazing." You panted. "I've missed this so much."

"I think you made me cum in my fucking pants..." he muttered against your skin.

You turned around in his arms to face him. If you thought he looked flustered before, you could probably compare him to a tomato right now. As you put your hands on his shoulders he fell with his back against the bed, keeping you steady with two hands on your waist. You couldn't help it, you glanced down at his underwear and noticed a wet patch on them.

"I totally did..." you said, surprised with yourself.

He glanced down where you were looking and immediately threw his head back in embarrassment, shutting his eyes closed. Between giggles you started cooing at him, saying that it was okay and honestly kind of hot that you had such an effect on him. Jihoon swung an arm over his eyes and huffed about you making laughing at him again.

"Would trying another thing cheer you up?" you asked.

He looked at you from under his arm, asking you silently to keep talking. You suppressed another excited giggle.

"We've never really tried shower sex," you started. "... and we both need to clean up before we get actual breakfast."

The two of you quickly got ready for a shower. You were lucky that it fit the two of you, while still leaving enough space to move around a bit. The warm water ran down your bodies as you pressed up against each other for a kiss. As your fingers tangled in his hair, you remembered the real reason why you were taking a shower and broke the kiss.

"Could I wash your hair?" you asked sweetly.

Jihoon hummed in response and you instantly grabbed the shampoo bottle. With a giddy feeling in your stomach, you started massaging the product into his scalp. His eyes closed and he leaned into your touch. After washing it out, he returned the favor by running his soapy hands across your body. You ended up with your back to him again, and you had completely forgotten about your promise of shower sex until his dick started pressing against your ass. His soapy hands fondled your tits as he placed soft kisses on your neck. You sighed with satisfaction. Then he turned you around and connected your lips yet again, this time seemingly more hungry than before. Your fingers caressed his arms and his prominent biceps. You wondered how strong he really was, and if you could put it to the test.

"I want you to fuck me against the wall," you muttered boldly against his lips.

"Are you sure?" He pulled away from you. "Like... me carrying you?"

"Mhm!" You nodded cheerily. "I want to put all the hours you've spent in the gym to the test."

That, he couldn't argue with. With one quick movement, you jumped to swing your legs around his waist. The two of you laughed nervously as he almost slipped on the wet floor, but as soon as he was stable you guided his cock inside of you. He stretched you out deliciously after not having had sex in so long, and at this angle, he almost hit that perfect spot inside you directly.

"How do we do this?" He grunted.

The water was still running, hitting his shoulder and running down his chest. You reached out and caressed his upper torso with nimble hands.

"I guess you lean me up against the wall..." you muttered, "I'm not sure, honestly... I've only seen it in movies."

You looked at each other, both of you confused over what to do next. The tension eventually broke when you started laughing, which you had to promptly stop when he almost slipped again.

"Okay, this is nice but it seems incredibly dangerous..." you whispered out. "... I could bend over against the wall instead."

"Yeah, that sounds good." He nodded with another chuckle.

He helped you get off of him and you quickly turned around and arched your back with your chest to the cold tiles of the wall. Jihoon gripped your hips, pulling your ass against his hard dick. The shower was still on, but you had gotten horny enough to stop worrying about the amount of water that was going to waste.

"Fucking Christ, you look so sexy," he muttered underneath his breath.

"You can admire it all you want later, can you please just fuck me now?" You giggled and wriggled your hips around to get his attention.

He let go of your hips with one of his hands, the other one still keeping you steady as he pushed inside of you again. A unanimous moan echoed through the bathroom. Jihoon settled in a steady rhythm of thrusting into you, while you clawed at the wall to try to keep yourself up. Moans and gasps were spilling from your lips every time he hit that one spot that drove you crazy. Every single time you started seeing stars, and every single time you only grew louder in volume. If you knew this was what having sex after such a long time getting no dick felt like, you would have done it sooner. So, of course, when he slowed down his pace you started whining. But Jihoon didn't bother with responding. His hands left your hips and locked themselves around your elbows, pulling you up to his chest.

"Sorry, sweetheart, you were about to fall over," he said through gritted teeth. "Is this okay?"

"Yes, please just get back to what you were doing before," you whined. "You're doing so good."

At your praise, his hips began snapping into yours again. Your orgasm was building up quicker than usual, which you assumed was because of your lack of action recently along with your last orgasm only being a few minutes ago.

"Please don't stop," you whined, "I think... I'm about to cum-"

Jihoon didn't respond, he was far too busy trying not to cum himself. The way you were squeezing around him made it incredibly difficult. But he kept up the same pace, letting you ride out your orgasm before he pulled out. When he abruptly let go of your arms you almost fell forward but managed to catch yourself on the wall. He pumped his cock in his hand and as he came all over your back a string of swearwords left his lips. Jihoon fell over you, resting his hands on either side of your head on the wall in front of you. His body caged in yours, and you relished in the warmth radiating off of him.

"Could you remind me of this every time I stay too late at work?" he panted out with a chuckle.

"I'll try." You giggled and leaned back against him. "Could you clean me up? I'm tired..."

Jihoon cleaned you up and got you the fluffiest towel you owned as you got out. As soon as he was out of his daze he started huffing about the water bill this month, and you only laughed.

"You should have turned the water off," you told him.

"I was a bit busy at the moment," he snapped back.

"Then just remember to do it next time." You shrugged. "It's alright."

"Next time?" Jihoon had completely forgotten about the water bill now, you could see it on his face as his eyes widened with, what you could only assume was, images of you in that very same position.

"I mean, yeah, if you want to," you said. "I liked it, and I'm still determined to get fucked against that wall so."

Jihoon's face went red, and he tried to hide it by pretending to dry his already dry face with his towel. You laughed and teased him, to which he tried to argue back but was stuttering over his words. You ended up embracing him, peppering kisses against his cheek as an apology until he eventually gave in.

The two of you got ready and dressed in your best leisure wear. Today was only meant to be spent at home, so there was no need to dress up. It was too late for breakfast but too early for lunch, so the two of you settled on the only logical thing: brunch. Brunch wasn't anything special, you just ate the leftover fried rice with a side of eggs. It was good enough for you. You just really needed to eat after this eventful morning.

All while preparing your food, Jihoon couldn't stop coddling you. His hands were always on you in some way and he kept placing small kisses on your nose and cheeks. It was unusual to see him this affectionate, but it felt great.

"What are you doing?" you asked him.

His arms were around your waist and his face was snuggled into the crook of your neck, placing quick kisses there. You were busy with the eggs in the pan, so he had opted to stand behind you. He said something, but it was mumbled against your skin. Paired with the sizzling of the eggs, you couldn't hear a single word.

"I can't hear you, baby," you said.

"I said..." He put his chin on your shoulder. "I'm just enjoying spending time with you... being with you, touching you. It feels nice."

"I'll remind you of that next time you're working late," you said, a bit snappy in tone.

"I'm going to try to be at home more," he admitted. "I just get so caught up in everything."

"I know, baby. You don't have to," you assured him. "Really, I don't mind."

"But I mind," he countered. "I want to spend more time with you, it means a lot to me."

You looked over your shoulder at the most wonderful man in the entire world. It was hard for him to tell you how he felt, and you knew that better than anyone, so his words meant the world to you. Jihoon gazed back at you with flushed cheeks and a small smile on his lips. Before you could get too caught up in everything about him, you turned back to your task at hand. His words lingered in the air, and you smiled to yourself as you continued to fry the eggs.

"Baby..." he murmured.

"Yeah?"

"Have we ever had sex in the kitchen before?"

"like i can" (m)

a/n: maybe ill fix it up with a banner after but for now i just need yall to see the vision

w.c. 1.6k

warning: fratboy!chan x older working adult fem!reader dynamic, ex's younger brother, mommy kink, switch!chan, a lot of dirty talk, unprotected sex, possessive chan, oral (giving and rec), praise kink, exchanging cum, probably grammar mistakes

Tagging @the-boy-meets-evil @dirtysvthoughts @okiedokrie @kwanisms @highvern @whipped-for-kpop-fics @wonustars @sluttyminghao for those who was there that helped me or brain rotted me ily and hopefully I didn’t miss anyone

You swore off men. Anyone with a dick would be off limits. Especially Lee men. After your last relationship, dick truly fucked up any potential future relationship for you.

So why the fuck were you on your knees? You had no excuse being there, no excuse for sucking dry your ex-boyfriend’s younger brother. No matter how hot and sweaty he looks after coming home from the gym. You were just there to drop off his asshole brother’s things. And maybe have that lemonade he was offering. And surely lemonade is not code for a mouth full of frat boy dick like when you were in college.

Yet somehow.

“Shit…this is so…wrong…” As Lee Chan fought you off with his words, his hands decidedly thread through your hair, locking his soft kind eyes with you as your lips wrapped around his cock and slobbering over his length that was a surprisingly pleasant size.

“He’s gonna fucking hate me,” he whined, only for his hips to softly piston in your mouth.

Your moans vibrated against his skin, sending waves of nerves throughout his body. Chan was irrevocably enthralled by you and always has been when his brother introduced you to his family for the first time, but never in all his years did he imagine he’d have you in such a position. In any position really.

The corner of your lips stretched to your ears, licking a long  thick stripe up his shaft before cradling his cock against your face. “Do you want to stop, pretty boy?”

His lips parted to speak only to close back up, pressing them into a firm line before another moan escaped through them as you kissed his bulging veins. The whites of his nails piercing the leather of the couch he was pinned against as his eyes fell shut, muttering a mantra of apologies for his older brother missing in action.

“You’re such a good boy to worry about your brother. He’s so lucky to have you,” you complimented as you stroked him around a clenched fist.

Chan shook his head, a remorseful frown on his face. “Definitely not a good enough one,” he managed to mutter.

“But look, you’re letting your brother’s ex girlfriend suck your cock but all you can think about how he’d feel. You’re such a good boy.” Your nails claw down his bare torso, from his heaving pectoral to to his clenched abdomen. Someone above put a test in front of him and he was failing. “And too good of a brother.”

He swallowed a lump down your throat, feet glued to the ground, stooping his knees from completely giving out. “This…shouldn’t have happened…it shouldn’t be happening—“

“Then why don’t you stop me?”

He exhaled a shallow breath. “You know why I can’t.”

“Dumb it down for me why don’t you?”

“Fuck,” he buried his reluctance in the back of his throat, hips leaning towards you before they shifted, gaining momentum. “It’s you, that’s why.”

“Me?” You chuckled before putting him back in your mouth, squeezing around his girth.

His hands found claim back on your hair before losing control of his morals, no longer tiptoeing around eggshells and instead crushing them along his path. “Yes, you.”

Your eyes dilate a centimeter too wide when his tense expression melts into one of acceptance, then determination as his body relaxed into your warmth and plummeted down your throat. “It’s always…been you.”

He could no longer resist your advances, letting out a groan of anguish as he emptied in your mouth, cradling the crown of your head to his groin as his stream poured inside of you, his hips faltering as he the white disappear past your lips. Tapping against his hips, he released you mercilessly, ensuing the coughing and the gagging that inevitably came. “You…dirty boy,” you chided, face warm and throat sore.

He softly scoffed, before picking you up from the ground and smashing his lips against yours. “If you’re not holding back than neither should I…Mommy.”

“Mommy?” You grinned.

“Too much?”

“Oh, baby boy. Not at all.” You threw your arms around him, languidly moving your lips, and letting the taste of his own cum penetrated Chan’s senses, only enticing him more. “Lay it all out for mommy. Can you do that for me, baby?”

He gingerly nodded, hand caressing your face with an inspired smile. “Yes, anything. Anything mommy wants, I can do.”

“What do you want, baby?”

He sighed. “I want to taste Mommy.”

“You do, don’t you,” your kiss him playfully, grinding against his cock, feeling him grow under your touch. “Show me how much you want it.”

“Mmh, I want it,” he lifted you off the ground before moving you back toward the dining table planting you flat against the dining table. “I’ll show Mommy exactly how much I want it.”

He tugged off your skirt, flashing your wet panties practically drenched in your anticipation. You heard him take a sharp breath, already inhaling that scent that he knows was now forever ingrained into every wrinkle of his brain.

“You look like you’re about to eat me alive, baby,” You mused.

“And Mommy would be right.”

He pulled you by the legs, emitting a small yelp, before all you could feel was his mouth on your clothed cunt, sucking your wetness through your lace, and his moans against you, living and breathing inside you. Your hands reach either edge of the table before started riding his face, erupting his giggles, “I get to taste mommy’s pussy…I’m fucking dreaming.”

“Mmh, Chan,” you moaned, your fingers pressing into his head and feeling his tongue explore you like the new world.

“Mommy…” he parted your panties to the side, tasting until it’s only raw heat on his tongue and he swallowing every drop.

“Baby like mommy’s pussy?”

You felt him nod. “Mommy’s pussy is perfect…need her cum in my mouth.”

“Work for it, baby.” You laughed.

“Yes, Mommy.” 

If Chan’s mouth was law, you’d be a follower. You embraced every caress, every stroke, every thrust of his tongue. The ‘fuck me’ eyes that stared back at you as he ruined you like rain on parade. You braced on the table, hips taking his face, walls fluttering, and breathing in staggering breaths. “Oh my god,” you spoke as if confessing sin, “I’m gonna cum.”

Chan could not stop himself, and what was between your legs became safe haven. You rode his face until you saw stars, planets, whatever the galaxy offered, while Chan’s name echoed throughout the room and bounced off the walls.

He clamped his grip on your hips, fusing himself to you and tasting your climax flood his gums with the sensation of every twitch of your thighs. As soon as they faltered, he found your lips, mixing your cum in his mouth with remnants of his cum in yours, both swallowing betrayal that’s been long forgotten the moment Chan laid eyes on a freshly single you. “Taste that, mommy? Taste good that pretty pussy of yours is?”

“Baby…”

You tugged on his hair, grinding your hips against him and feel that cock slide against your pussy lips and thinking about how you both were still so close yet so far.

You needed it. You needed Chan. You need to feel him stretch you out fuck the shit out of you. You needed him to ruin you on this stupid family dining room table that humiliates you now that the person that introduced you has put an end to things on his own terms. You were gonna get closure your way and no other way.

“I want baby’s cock in me…”

Chan smiles, hands tracing over your curves and lines. “Mommy, are you asking or are you telling?”

“I’m demanding.”

His smile was only more radiant after your tone shift, positioning himself exactly where he needed to be. “Anything for you, Mommy.”

It’s big. It’s thick. But after the feast Chan had, he was sliding through you with ease, testing the limits of your endurance as he vanished inside you. Your voice gave out, hands planting on either of his shoulders as he took you by the hips to drag you against him across the table. 

You rest your forehead against his. “Baby...”

“That feel good?”

You nodded. “So good, baby. Your pretty cock pushing in and out my cum.”

He groaned, his hands moving to squeeze your hips, “Mommy, your mouth—”

“Filthy hmm? Like your cock fucking my mouth or how your tongue tasted my pussy?” 

He moaned, against your lips, pounding you against him so desperately the table shook and it was a study table from your experience. “Your talking is gonna make me cum, Mommy.”

“Good because it’s all I want: baby’s cum in mommy’s pussy, squirting your fat load inside of Mommy…Make Mommy yours.”

“Mommy, you’re killing me.”

Your nails ran down his back, pleased. Lips tasting the salt in his sweat, and your breath cooling the heat of his flushed neck. “Mommy just wants you to empty out in her, fuck her better than anyone else has.”

“Better than anyone else…like my brother?” He asked in gentle reluctance.

“Would that be hard for you? You think you can’t fuck me like your brother would?”

Violently, he shook his head. “No,” his hips take flight and a moan cracked out of your lips. “I don’t think anyone would fuck Mommy like I can. Especially my brother.”

“Yeah?” You clenched around his biceps. “You gonna make me forget what he feels like?”

“I’ll make you forget his name.”

“Chan…”

“Mommy won’t remember nobody’s name but mine.”

You don’t remember when it was that you arrived at this house but you’d soon realize when you’d come. And come. And come.

And come until Chan was empty, or at least until someone finally came home. But it was the weekend. Your ex was out of town and so was his parents. 

So who the fuck knows when that is.

just to warn yall - i am seriously considering password protecting my blog and if i do that, it will look like i deactivated

it won’t be forever but you won’t be able to access my blog or my works until i go public again

i’m fr just so exhausted and disheartened by the fact that some people are putting their desire to read smut over my mental health and safety and comfort (not to mention the fact that it’s literally illegal to distribute porn to minors so i could get in actual legal trouble for it)

so if this blog disappears, don’t worry! it’ll come back eventually and you can still chat with me on @fallinwoozi if you so desire

i love you guys 💖

edited to add: i’ll be password protecting tonight