Could You Do A Chan Ff Where Y/n Asks Him To Read A Couple Chapters Of The Book Theyre Reading But The

could you do a chan ff where y/n asks him to read a couple chapters of the book they’re reading but the reader asks bc the book has smut in it and then chan reads it and gets all 😉

reading can be fun

bang chan x reader

description: reader gets turned on by chan's reading and they have a lil fun haha

warning: cute nicknames(like baby and sweets, I used 'my girl' once, couldnt figure out a different name to put, other than that its pretty neutral), SMUT!, reading smut, the smallest bit of thigh riding, some foreplay, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, chan may have a slight breeding kink but it's not mentioned, reader loves chan's dick...I think that's all, let me know if I missed anything.

wc: 2.0k(not proof-read)

a/n: ofc I can and thank you for requesting!! I had some much fun writing this! and I'm sorry this took so long to post. my laptop is finally kicking the bucket so I have to type everything on my phone(on the days where I can't get my computer to work.)so it's taking a bit longer than I like but i hope you enjoy this and I did your request justice!🥰

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after a long day of catching up with doing chores around my apartment, I finally had time to myself. to sit down and read the book my friend lent me. they said it was really good and that I should try to read something that wasn't my usual genre that I love. they basically begged me…for two weeks straight before I finally agreed to read it. I made a cup of tea and sat down on the couch with the book in hand. I brought my legs up to sit somewhat under my butt and got comfy. grabbing the throw blanket from the top of the couch and laying it across my lower body. I took a sip of my tea before opening the book.

i was on the eighth chapter when I heard chan enter my apartment with the key I had given him. I heard him take off his shoes and jacket before entering the living room. I turned my head and met eyes with the person I loved most. his dimpled smile brightened up when he saw me.

"hey baby!" chan said, as he made his way to me. "hi!" I said back, tilting my head up to follow his eyes. chan kissed the top of my head and maneuvered his way to sit next to me. "how was your day?" he asked, grabbing my legs and laying them across his lap. "a bit long, but that was because of the chores I had to do around my apartment. now I'm relaxing, what about you, channie?" I said. "ahh, tiring but worth it- like always. changbin, jisung and I are working on a new track and it's coming along nicely." chan said, absent mindlessly caressing my legs. 

"but I'm also happy I got the rest of the day off and get to spend some time with you." he said, leaning over and giving me a kiss. I smiled into it, making him giggle. "so, what are we reading?" he asked, snuggling closer to me. I told him the name of the book, "it's the book my friend has been wanting me to read for a hot minute now." I said, showing him the cover of the book. "nice! what is it about?" he asked. "it's a fantasy/sci-fi romance novel set in space. it's about this girl falling in love with a crew member from another ship that they've been on a race with- without knowing whom…" I told him what the book was about and caught him up to the part I was at.

"wow, i might have to read it after you, it sounds really good." chan said. "you wanna read a few chapters to me?" i asked shyly. "sure." he said with a big smile on my face. i handed over the book to chan. knowing what was coming up next in one of the chapters my friend had told me about. "are you sure?" I aksed before getting comfy, to which he nodded too. once we were both comfy, he began to read where I had stopped.

we were now on chapter 10, and the two main characters were sitting next to a window and talking about what they were.

he looked back out the window. minutes passed, and he still hasn't said a word. she sighed and stood up. "this was stupid. to think, for once, you would talk to me about what's going on inside your head. but no." she said. as she turned her back to him, he finally said something.

"what is this lee?" she said. he tilted his head. "what do you mean?" he asked. "I mean like all the nights we've spent up here. you listening to all the thoughts in my head and answering them aloud. even when i think you can't hear them. the long talks and banters. all the secret glances. what is this? what is this to you?" she said as the words fumbled out. her heart racing, like it was going to explode. 

"if you want me to say I feel the same way about you, just know I do, but nothing more can come from this." he said, almost too quietly for her to hear. she could feel the tears start to build up. "and why is that lee?" she asked, not turning around. "because you have to leave. you have to stay with your brother. you can't be with me." he, again, said quietly. she turned around and walked up to him. 'look at me' she said in her head. "stop it. just go back to your room." he said. 'please look at me. I wanna love you.' she said. lee hissed in a breath of air. "we can't." he answered again.

'then love me for one night. this night. my last and only night with you.' he snapped his head to her, with an unfamiliar look in his eyes. he looked at her for a couple of seconds before making up his mind. he shot up from his seat and placed his lips onto hers. quickly…."

"okay! I think that's enough for tonight, channie." I said, grabbing the book out of his hand and closing it. i felt my cheeks starting to heat up. "what no, let's continue!" he said. I pretended to yawn and placed the book down on the table. "let's go eat something and go to bed channie." I said, flipping the blanket off and hopping off the couch. I made my way into the kitchen, opening up the fridge.

I heard chan's footsteps making their way to me. I called out to see if he wanted one of two options I offered to make, but he didn't answer.

"he shot up from his seat and placed his lips onto hers. quickly grabbing hold of her waist tightly, like she would slip away if he didn’t, making her moan into the heated kiss. her hands threaded his hair, pulling at it slightly.

"fuck." he whispered out, breaking the kiss. she started kissing down his jaw, finding his sweet spot. though they were in a hidden spot. lee didn't want to be caught. he grabbed her hand and pulled her to his room. once in the safety behind the closed door. he pushed her against it, one of his legs slotting between her legs. right where she wanted him most."

chan stopped reading aloud after that. i peeked my head up from the fridge and saw his eyes scanning the page. hearing him say that part of the story out loud, made my knees go weak. the way he was saying the words creating an uncomfortable wetness between my thighs. chan's eyes left the book and made their way to me.

"you want me to continue?" he asked with a slight smirk on his face. I shook my head no and closed the fridge door. I need to calm down. I tried to walk out of the kitchen and pass chan. he quickly dropped the book on the counter and grabbed my hips. "where are you running off to baby?" chan asked, pressing me against the counter. "no where." I said confidently. he chuckled at my answer. "really? because I think my girl was starting to get all hot, flustered, and bothered from the book i was reading out loud to her before i even got to the good part." chan said as he leaned in.

"am I right, baby?" he asked in a lower octave. I whimpered out as I felt him push my legs apart with his. one of his hands slowly made their way into my sweats and past my underwear. "answer me sweets." chan said, cupping my sex. he and I both knew the answer, but he wouldn't continue if I didn't say the word. "yes." I said quietly. he hummed at my answer, slowly pushing two of his fingers past my folds and curling them up inside. my eyes fluttered closed at the feeling, moaning lightly.

chan groaned, "god, you're so wet baby." I held onto his arm that was in my sweats as he quickened the pace. chan started leaving open mouth kisses on my neck, sucking sweetly on the spot that made me clench around his fingers. "channie, please." I said as I started to ride his fingers. "what do you need baby?" chan whispered in my ear, nibbling on my lobe. "I want more." I said. I grabbed him through his pants and felt how hard he was. chan removed his fingers, quickly tasting them before grabbing me behind my thighs. lifting me up and walking back over to the couch.

"oh fuck. don't talk like that y/n." chan said, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head. one hand on my wrists and the other guiding his dick into my cunt. slowly filling me inch by inch, I closed my eyes at the feeling. 

he laid me down, caging me in. clothes coming off fast, feeling up each other. chan grabbed his wallet as I stroked his dick. "fuck baby, I don't have a condom on me." he said, throwing his wallet onto the coffee table. "I wouldn't be the first time fucking me raw." I said, squeezing him. chan shuddered at my words and action. "you still want to?" he asked, fucking into my hand. "of course, why wouldn't i want your thick cock inside me, filling me up so nicely." I said, spreading my legs a little more for some more room.

"oh chris!" I moaned out, throwing my head back as he bottomed out. he groaned, letting go of my hands to place both of his on my hips. dragging out till only his tip was in, then slamming right back in. "shit, I love how this little cunt takes me all in." chan said, as he kept his slow but rough thrusts. taking his time to bring each other to our highs. with every thrust, hitting the gummy part inside me so perfectly every time. "faster please." I said, sweeping my hands up his arms to around his neck. 

"wanna cum baby?" he said, circling his arms under my body to completely hold me. his sweaty red chest presses against mine tightly. he rolled his hips, hitting my cilt with every stroke. I choked out a moan, angling my hips to get better friction. "yes, make me cum. please make me cum channie." I whined out, pulling at his now wet locks. as chan quicken his sloppy thrusts, he pushed his head into my neck. chan started moaning louder and louder, making me clench around him even harder. "oh fuck!" I moaned out. "yeah, cum for me baby. cum all over my cock." chan said, lifting his head, pressing his forehead to mine. "let me see how good I fuck you." he said with broken moans in-between.

the eye contact, the feeling of his body pressed to mine, and god-sent thrusts bringing me closer till finally the knot broke inside. dragging my nails down his back as I came. chan didn't let up with his thrusts prolonging my orgasm while chasing after his. which came with a couple of thrusts later. chan moaned loudly, pressing his hips as far as he could. cumming deep inside me. "oh fuck!" chan cried out, still lightly pumping with shallow thrusts. "take all my cum baby. take it, it's all for you." chan said, pushing once more before fully stopping. laying his head on my chest.

"I love you chan." I whispered into his hair. he pushed himself up and gave me a dazed smile. "I love you more." he said, pecking my lips gently. he fully say up and slowly pulled out. "going need to wash your blanket." chan laughed out, with his ears turning red. "what?" I said lifting up my body. "we made a mess baby." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. ohh. "well, let's get cleaned up." I said, careful getting up. I held out my hand as chan could grab it as we made our way to the bathroom.

chan relaxed into my arms. he dragged out his arms and stroked my thighs as we both calmed down from our racing breaths.

"I can't believe that book really turned you on." chan said. "and what about you? you had a complete hard-on and you had barely touch had you hands on me at first." I said, laughing. chan blushed as he pushed me into the bathroom. "shut up." he mumbled.

pleaseeeeeeee write something about minho's long hair, i'm begging and freaking out 😫😫😫

a/n: oh i’m screaming. this ask was made for me. i can’t do this. i’m going to go more feral than i already AM DHSKDJDHD

your hands tangle into his hair, strands of it spilling out of your fingers as you pull him closer to you. it’s so soft, silky and pillowy in your grip, unlike the way his teeth scrape over the skin of your throat. 

his lips don’t leave your neck as he lines himself up at your entrance, collecting your juices on him to make the slide easier. his cock passes over your sensitive clit and you arch up into him, bucking your hips against his. 

“in,” you gasp, repeating the action when he properly bites your neck and sucks at the spot. “inside of me, now.”

he leans over you with a chuckle, tufts of his dark hair falling over his face and shrouding him in darkness. his glinting eyes are peeking through the strands, catlike and squinted as he takes you in. his face goes slack as he sinks into you, eyelids fluttering closed in pleasure as he rocks into you slowly. his hair follows his movements, swinging back and forth as he moves in you, and you can’t help but be transfixed by it. 

your hand moves to tuck a bit behind his ears and you revel in how red his ear has turned. the lock slinks back out as quickly as it was tucked away, spurred on by how he’s started to fuck into you faster. you’re rewarded with a soft moan when you scratch a bit at his scalp and his movements stutter a bit. you try out a tug, a small piece of his hair locked between your fingers, and he gasps. that’s new.

he moves back to look at you with wide eyes, his cock forgotten and hard inside of you while he stared at you in reverence. 

“do that again,” he says, breathless. all hints of his precious confidence, his casual humor as he makes you fall apart under him, are done. you do what he says, taking more of his hair into your hand and pulling, harder than before. his entire body shudders as he collapses against you, head pressed into your neck to hide his whine as his hips pick back up in a harsh rhythm. 

usually, he loves to take his time with you, making you shake apart several times before finishing, your pleasure overriding his. but now, with your hands tangled into his long hair and tugging at it, his movements are almost wild as he fucks into you with a rare kind of desperation. he comes in you at the same time as you do, when you pull especially hard as you clench around him over and over. the room is filled with your moans twisting around each others’, pants and groans escaping into the air in bright colors. 

you release your hands as he pulls out, the sight of him almost sending you into a spiral. his hair is a mess, carefully crafted strands mussed up from your work. his face is flushed, a war of embarrassment and pleasure making itself known. 

“well,” he says, moving down your body until he’s a hair’s breadth away from your pulsing core. “looks like you discovered something new. don’t you think you deserve a reward, kitten?”

he dives in, lapping up his own release from your body, his tongue feeling perfect on your aching pussy. his hands move to grasp yours, guiding them to land on his head. 

oh. 

with his permission granted, you twine your fingers back into his hair like they belong there, pulling his head further into you and chasing your pleasure. he moans against you, the hum of it sending vibrations sparking up your spine. 

even when it becomes too much, when your oversensitivity takes control and every stripe of his tongue or brush of his lips makes you buck up, he keeps going. your hands fist into his hair, trying to tug him off of you but he just groans into you and keeps going, one arm reaching up to brace against your hips, holding you down against the bed. 

when you’re both laying in bed, teeth brushed and showered and in clean clothes, you tug experimentally at his hair. you can’t help the smile that takes over your face when he inhales sharply, sharp eyes flickering over you. 

“careful,” he drawls out, pulling you into him and trapping your hands between your bodies. 

you’re definitely using this knowledge to your advantage from now on. 

Chan x Thick female reader

Word count: 9.5k 😬

Synopsis: You can't believe your dumb luck when you see your gorgeous blind date walk in but he seems disinterested in being there during your dinner conversation or lack thereof more like it. You're so ready to leave when the check comes but he offers to drive you home. When Chan finally admits why he was so quiet during the date you have a hard time believing it. Will there be a date number two or were you right about blind dating all along.

A/N: 18+ only! This is the fifth installment of the 'Thick reader series'. I hope you all enjoy this one! I've seen so much feed back on the others about people relating to these mc's and its bitter sweet for me. I'm glad you're all feeling represented and valid but I don't like that it means that we still deal with so much hate and fat phobia in the world. No matter your size you're beautiful and worthy of a beautiful life! If you enjoy this please leave a like, comment, reblog, shoot me an ask what ever! The feedback from this series has been so inspiring! Thank you! As always warnings and smut below the cut.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY strong language/cursing, oral (f&m receiving), a little spitting, protected piv sex (use condoms kids), praise and pet names (beautiful, baby girl of course), coming in mouth/cum eating. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

You had NEVER spent so much time and effort preparing for a date in your life. When your friend Sarah, who had set up the blind date you had agreed to, told you the restaurant you were meeting your date at was the fancy new Italian place, you decided to go all out. If not now; then when? You were perpetually single but it had not been for a lack of trying on your part. You had all but given up on the whole dating thing when Sarah told you about her friend Chan, how he never went out, and how perfect she thought you two would be for each other.  

You didn’t like the idea of blind dates. Going in cold, not knowing what the other person was like or looked like. It seemed like a recipe for disaster, especially for you. You had been on those dates, the ones where the guy you met from whatever random dating app you matched on would walk in, take one look, see you were a thicker girl than they realized and then you would have to sit through the disappointed looks and the forced pleasantries during the only date you would be having with them.  

You were certain Sarah wouldn’t even be friends with a jerk let alone try and set you up on a date with one, so you agreed but she hadn’t told you much about him other than his name was Chan and that he was a nice guy. Had she told him about you? The idea of him walking in and getting another disappointed look made your stomach turn with anxiety. It was one of the reasons you had stopped dating in the first place and it was also another reason you went all out getting ready. You trusted Sarah and if she thought you would be good together you wanted to make the best first impression you could. 

The day before your date you went to the spa and got pampered, a facial, mani, pedi, waxed, the works. The day of, you took a long hot shower to try and relieve a little of the stress you were still feeling. You dried your hair and put it up in a bun, you didn’t bother with the tendrils of hair that wouldn’t go back, just letting them fall around your neck and face. Your makeup wasn’t too over the top but you did highlight and contour. A little blush, black wing liner, some mascara, and a bright red lip and you were done with makeup.  

It was time to put on the dress you’d gone out and bought especially for the occasion. Normally you’d grab whatever little black dress you managed to feel comfortable enough in. This time you had found a wine-colored velvet bodycon dress. Definitely WAY out of your comfort zone typically but when you tried it on it fit you perfectly, which didn’t happen often for a big girl in a department store, so you decided you had to have it. You put on your black heels, a spray of your expensive perfume, that you only pulled out for special occasions, and you were out the door and headed to the restaurant you were meeting Chan at. 

That’s where you were at now. Seated at a table in probably the most elegant restaurant you had ever stepped foot in, waiting on your date that was now... you looked at the clock by the bar area. Twenty minutes late. You bit at your painted lips nervously and felt like everyone's eyes were on you. Watching the poor chubby girl wait for a date that was most likely, not showing up. They weren’t watching but it didn’t make you feel any less embarrassed. You told yourself you’d give him ten more minutes and if he didn’t show you would just leave. No way were you staying to eat if you got stood up by this guy.

About five minutes later you saw a man walking at a quick pace into the restaurant and up to the hostess. You were positive, no question, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was in all black. A nice tailored pair of slacks that fit him perfectly, a suit vest, a suit jacket, and a little silver chain connecting the two that matched the chain and earrings he was wearing. He had no shirt and the low cut of the vest allowed a healthy view of his chiseled chest underneath. You were positive about another thing, there was no way HE was be the date Sarah had set you up with.  

When the hostess pointed over to your table and the man’s eyes followed her finger until they landed on you, your heart stopped. He looked you over and when his face fell your stomach turned. Fantastic. Not only was your worst nightmare happening but it was happening with an Adonis. Perfect. You half expected him to turn around and just leave but he made his way over to the table you were at. The closer he got, the better you could see the finer details of his face. His perfectly arched eyebrows, his soft brown eyes, his strong broad nose and his full pouty lips, his defined jaw. When he gave you a half smile you saw a dimple pop up in his cheek and his perfect white teeth peek. He was so handsome he couldn’t possibly be real. 

“y/n? I’m Chan, I uh... I’m so sorry I’m late.” You stood and took his hand to shake. He awkwardly leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. He seemed to be looking anywhere BUT at you. 

“Yes, hi Chan it’s nice to meet you. Sarah has told me such nice things about you.” He let out a little nervous laugh. 

“Oh, has she?” No, she really hadn’t but you gave a small nod and sat back down as Chan sat in the chair across from you. 

“She really didn’t tell me much about you.” Chan admitted. You cringed. Great. You shrugged and gave him a weak smile. 

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He nodded quietly and opened the menu. When the waiter came over for your drink orders Chan quickly ordered. 

“Whiskey on ice. A double please.” You stopped yourself from chewing at your lips again as the waiter turned to you for your order. 

“Oh, just a glass of red wine for me and a water please.” The waiter bowed and left to fill your drink orders leaving you and Chan in awkward silence again. When you looked up from your menu Chan actually made eye contact with you for a split second before looking back at his own menu again. He didn’t seem to want to talk, didn’t want to look at you, what were you even doing there. It was going even worse than you thought it would and you could practically feel the disappointment oozing from him. When the waiter came back with your drinks Chan grabbed his and drank most of it quickly. God, he has to be drunk to even sit here, you thought to yourself. This was a mistake. You felt a lump forming in your throat and you cleared it, unintentionally getting Chan’s attention.  

“I uh... will you excuse me for a moment.” Chan’s eyes were on his menu again already and he nodded in reply. You pressed your lips together tightly and excused yourself to the bathroom. As soon as you were alone in a stall you couldn’t help but let a few tears go. You were so embarrassed. This is exactly what you worried about, exactly why you had stopped dating. Even putting in all the effort you had to look nice, he was clearly disappointed and you wondered how the hell Sarah thought this was a good idea. You sniffled a bit, wiped the couple of tears you had allowed to fall, pulled out your phone and called her. She answered quickly, excited for an update. 

“Hey girl! How’s the date? He’s cute yea?” You took a shaky breath trying to compose yourself so you didn’t start bawling the minute you spoke and she could tell you were upset. 

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?!” She asked concerned. 

“It’s terrible Sarah! Why on earth did you think HE would be interested in ME?! He was almost thirty minutes late and he looks so disappointed and barely talks and won’t look at me. It's awful Sarah, I knew this would happen. We haven’t ordered food yet; I think I’m just gonna leave. I’m not forcing him to stay on a date he clearly doesn’t want to be on. I can’t sit through another date like that.” Sarah quickly tried to talk you out of that idea. 

“No no, don’t do that. He’s just shy, give him a bit to warm up to you. I swear if you just give him a chance you’ll see.” You let out a sigh. 

“Fine.” You hung up with Sarah, left the stall, and went back to the table. When you sat down Chan gave you a strange look. 

“Everything okay?” You kept your head down but nodded and picked up your menu again. Shortly after coming back to the table the waiter came over for your food orders. Chan ordered some pasta dish with vodka? You weren’t sure, spaghetti and alfredo were the expanse of your knowledge when it came to pasta dishes. Then the waiter turned to you for your order. 

“Uh, I’ll have the salad with balsamic vinaigrette.” You closed your menu and Chan gave you a funny look. 

“That’s all?” You nodded again, making no effort to make eye contact anymore and handed your menu to the waiter. 

“Yes sorry, I don’t have much of an appetite.” That was a lie. You hadn’t eaten all day letting your nerves get the best of you. You were starving but eating a big meal in front of someone that seemed put out by you didn’t sound that appealing. You sat in relative silence as you both waited on your food and Chan ordered another whiskey. You picked at the napkin by your plate and did your best to not look dejected but it was difficult and the tightness in your chest getting was getting worse as every awkward minute passed. You were thankful when the food showed up because at least then you’d have a reason to not be speaking to each other.  

Chan dug into his pasta dish, which did look good. He seemed to have a healthy appetite. You took a few bites of your salad and pushed the rest around your plate as you finished your third glass of wine. As Chan finished up his meal you asked to be excused again. He finished the bite he had in his mouth quickly. 

“Of course.” You got up and made your way to the bathroom to gather yourself a bit and freshen up your lipstick. As soon as you were in the bathroom you called Sarah again. 

“Hey! So?” You sighed heavily. 

“Just... when I’m making you sit on the phone with me later while I cry about this just deal with it okay?” Sarah felt bad that it wasn’t going well. She had really thought the two of you would hit it off. 

“Later, you can cry on the phone with me as much as you need. I’m sorry. I love you sweetie.” You took another deep breath. 

“Don’t apologize, I love you too. I’ve gotta get back.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Before you left you looked in the mirror to do your lipstick and you noticed the slight trail of mascara under your eyes from crying earlier. Oh great! No wonder he asked if you were okay. You fought off the urge to cry again, wiped the mascara off from under your eyes, and fixed your lipstick before heading back to the table to get the rest of this over with. Chan was putting his phone away as you came back to sit down. 

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” You nodded and gave Chan a weak smile. 

“Thank you.” Whatever helped get you through the rest of this absolute train wreck. 

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate. 

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no. 

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back we can just pay the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan frowned. You had been upset the whole date. 

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You declined the offer. 

“No. I hardly ate my food.” And drank half a bottle of wine, you had thought to yourself.  

“You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan raised his hand shaking his head. 

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” You went ahead and accepted not wanting to drag out an awkward argument about the bill any further. Your wine came and Chan gave the waiter his card to pay the bill. You sat there sipping your drink and realized Chan seemed to be watching you closely now. You glanced up and when you made eye contact you straightened up a bit and he smiled at you. You forced a smile back but it was obvious that it was not genuine and Chan felt awful. 

Chan NEVER dated. Ever and all his friends knew that. So, when Sarah told him she knew someone that would be perfect for him he agreed to a blind date, trusting her. He was on edge as soon as he found out you had agreed to the date as well. He couldn’t sleep the night before and he thought he might puke day of he was so nervous. When he went to get dressed it was a disaster, even with his friend Felix’s help. 

“Black black black why the fuck is everything I own black. FUCK. I’m gonna look like an undertaker no matter what I wear.” Felix laughed at Chan. 

“It’s your closet man don’t ask me. Besides that, you look good in black.” After Chan rifled through the closet frustrated a bit longer Felix walked over and pushed Chan out of the way. 

“Okay maniac, where are you going for dinner again?” Chan huffed out a breath. 

“That fancy new Italian place. Sarah picked it.” Felix nodded and shifted through the sea of black clothing hanging in front of him pulling out a black pair of slacks, a black vest, a black suit jacket and pushed them towards Chan. 

“Here. This.” Chan looked at the clothes and then at Felix. 

“What about a shirt.” Felix quirked and eye brow and shook his head. 

“Trust me, no shirt, just that. No way you’ll look like an undertaker in that.” Chan was about to argue but then he noticed the clock. 

“FUCK! I’m supposed to be there now!” He pushed Felix out of his room, quickly got dressed and raced to the restaurant. When Chan was walking up, he had glanced through the window trying to see if he could spot his date. At one of the tables, he saw a woman in a red dress, her hair up in an elegant looking bun and delicate whisps of hair around her face and neck. Chan’s jaw dropped. He shook his head and got himself together, he wouldn’t be that lucky, your husband must be in the bathroom. He got it together and headed in, he didn’t want to keep his date waiting any longer. He hurried in and straight up to the hostess station. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m meeting someone and I’m running a bit late. The reservation is for Chan and y/n?” The hostess nodded, smiling. 

“Yes, sir the rest of your party is already seated, just over there.” The hostess pointed in the direction of the table where the woman in the red dress was and Chan’s face fell. You were even more stunning than he’d realized. You were clearly, naturally, very beautiful and all dressed up like that, Chan was speechless. He gave you a little smile as he walked over. 

He had gotten as far as introducing himself and apologizing and then he was trying to be smooth and kiss your cheek but got nervous half way in and only gave you a quick peck. Even then he couldn’t get himself to look you in the eyes again after. When you said Sarah had said nice things about him, he felt a little cheated. 

“She didn’t tell me much about you.” He admitted. Sarah hadn’t really told him anything about you other than a name, you were sweet and that you would hit it off.  

“Oh, probably because there isn’t really much to tell.” He picked up the menu thinking about what to say to strike up a conversation, drawing a total blank and just nodding. It was like his brain went into fight or flight and one hundred percent chose flight. The waiter came over for your drink orders and Chan nervously blurted his order out quickly, then immediately realized he probably should have let you order first, like a gentleman. He was internally kicking himself.  

As soon as his drink touched the table Chan grabbed it and almost downed it all in one go. He noticed you glancing at him and that was the only reason he hadn’t. He didn’t want you to think he was a drunk. He rarely drank actually, but he needed something to take the edge off and maybe loosen him up a bit too. You were so pretty he was having a hard time making his brain work. He was always bad at talking to pretty girls. You took a sip of your wine and then excused yourself to the bathroom. 

Chan was waiting patiently for you to come back from the bathroom and he was determined to loosen up a bit and stop acting so weird. You’re just an incredibly attractive woman, he can talk to you, he can. Then his phone vibrated in his pocket. When he took it out, he saw he had a text from Sarah and he opened it.  

Sarah: What the fuck are you doing? 

Chan: What do you mean? 

Chan: Nothing! I swear! What’s wrong? 

The three little dots popped up as Sarah typed out her response but you were coming back to the table before Chan could get a reply. He put his phone back in his pocket. When you sat down, he noticed your mascara had run a bit, it looked like maybe you had been crying.  

“Everything okay?” You had nodded your head yes but Chan knew it wasn’t. He was being too quiet, he knew he was, but every time he thought he’d worked up the courage to start a conversation or ask a question he’d look up at you and lose his confidence just as fast. The waiter came over and took your meal orders. Chan got penne alla vodka because it was the only thing he actually knew on the menu and only because of a cooking show and you ordered a salad.  

“Is that all?” Chan was surprised. He’d been so nervous all day he hadn’t eaten a thing so he was starving now. He had thought maybe you would have been as well but you apologized saying you weren’t very hungry. Chan nodded and motioned for the waiter to order another whiskey. He could tell you were not happy with how the date was going. That was obvious. Sarah had probably promised some interesting outgoing guy, the guy Sarah knew and saw, and here he was too shy to talk to a beautiful girl. He had managed to say maybe twenty words the whole time you had waited for your meals. Mostly answers to your basic questions, trying to pull conversation from him. 

When the food showed up you both seemed thankful for the distraction. Chan was starving, he couldn’t wait another second and started eating. He tried not to scarf it down like a stray dog. Which was hard because it was really good. You seemed to not be very interested in your meal and Chan wondered if you just didn’t like eating around people you don’t know. Some people were like that. Chan was getting to the end of his plate, there was definitely enough that it should have been two bites but it was just so good. Chan scooped it up and ate it all in one. 

“I’m just gonna freshen up, if you’ll excuse me.” The first words uttered since the food arrived and Chan’s mouth was full. He felt like an idiot. He chewed his bite quickly. 

“Of course.” You left for the bathroom and Chan wiped his mouth rolling his eyes at himself. The waiter came over and asked about dessert for the two of you. Chan wasn’t sure. You might be more interested in something sweet. He decided to wait and ask you but ordered you both another drink. When the waiter walked away Chan’s phone buzzed and he had remembered that Sarah had been texting him. He grabbed it and opened their texts. He saw the one she sent from before first. 

Sarah: TALK to her! She thinks you’re not interested. I saw how she looked tonight, Chan. You’d be stupid not to be interested. TALK! 

When he saw the next texts that had just come through from Sarah, he felt awful. 

Sarah: Chan, I can’t believe you! She’s so upset! Why don’t you like her? You haven’t even given her a chance and really talked to her! 

Sarah: If she actually cries on the phone with me tonight because of you, I’m punching you. 

Oh no! You weren’t upset because Chan was an awkward dork you were upset because you thought he didn’t like you! How could he not? He didn’t have a chance to message Sarah back before you were coming back to the table again. When you sat down Chan tried to be more outgoing immediately.  

“I ordered you another glass of wine.” Chan noticed you had cleaned up the mascara from earlier. 

“Thank you.” He was determined to not let this whole date go down in flames because he was too shy to talk to a beautiful woman. 

“The waiter asked about dessert, I wasn’t sure... I mean you didn’t eat much of your dinner,” Chan pointed at your plate. 

“So, I wasn’t sure if you wanted sweets.” You shook your head no. 

“No, it’s fine, when he comes back, we can just get the check. I’m sure you’re ready to go.” Chan hated the fact that he made you feel that he was put out or disinterested.  

“Okay, while you finish your wine, I’ll pay the tab.” You immediately said no. 

“No. I hardly ate my food. You don’t have to pay for me, I can get my own.” Chan wasn’t going to take no for an answer on this. 

“No. Let me please. It’s the least I can do for being late.” Chan was glad when you agreed without further argument. The waiter came over with your drinks. Chan handed him his card and told him he just needed the bill. As the waiter walked away you picked up your glass of wine and sipped at it and Chan finally allowed himself to look at you, not just glance, but really look. God you were gorgeous, it unnerved him but he had to get over that. You noticed him looking and looked up at him. Chan smiled but the smile you gave him back was so forced it made him feel awful. The waiter came back with Chan’s card and you started to get up to leave while Chan was still signing the receipt. 

“Thank you for dinner Chan, it was nice meeting you.” You bowed as Chan finished signing quickly and stood up. 

“Oh, it was really nothing at all. Did you drive?” You shook your head. 

“No uber.” Chan squeezed the back of his neck trying to release the tension he felt. 

“Well, uh... I could take you home.” He’s a nice guy. You were sure he was only offering to be polite, so you would be polite and not make him. 

“It's fine I can just uber, you can go. I won’t have to wait long.” Chan shook his head. 

“Let me make sure you get home safely. To make up for being late.” You didn’t know why he was so adamant about it. Wasn’t the dinner awkward enough? You needed to have an awkward car ride too? 

“That’s why you paid for dinner.” You reminded him. Oh that was right. That was why you had let him pay for dinner. 

“Well then just for my peace of mind. Please?” He gave you this look and even as uncomfortable as the dinner had been, he was trying to be nice and it was a face you couldn’t say no to. 

“Okay Chan. You can take me home.” He put his hand behind you but not on you and offered for you to lead the way. Once you were outside he pointed to a black Fiat compact. You looked at the car and then him. You wouldn’t have guessed a man that looked like such a playboy, was driving that car like that. 

“What?” He asked smiling. You shook your head. 

“Nothing just... I expected you to drive a Mercedes or Maserati or something.” Chan scrunched his nose. 

“Nah never. I don’t need all that. Wade here is plenty of car for me.” He tapped the top of the car. It was your turn to make a funny face. 

“Wade?” Chan nodded with a little smile on his face. 

“Yea! A car has gotta have a name!” He opened your door and helped you into the vehicle then hurried around and got in the driver's seat. He closed his door and it was a bit intoxicating being in such a confined space with him. You could smell his cologne and you were close enough you could make out a few little freckles on his face. You didn’t realize but you had started staring. You couldn’t help it. He was so handsome. It was easy to get lost in the details of his facial features. Chan looked over at you and gave you a little smile. He seemed to have loosened up a little and had said more than he had the whole night, walking to the car.  

“So! Where are we going?” He asked as he started the car. You gave him your address and he typed it into his navigation before taking off. Silence filled the car but it wasn’t as awkward of a silence as before. Maybe because there was music softly playing or maybe because he had opened up a bit. Whatever the reason it didn’t seem as tense to you. Chan on the other hand was doing a marvelous job at pretending to not be freaking out. He had managed to talk to you and not come off like a complete idiot. It only took as long as pulling out of the parking lot though, when Chan could smell your perfume, it started to invade his senses. Part of his brain was ready to go flight on him again but by the time he pulled up to your place he’d gotten control of his faculties. He parked the car and sat for a minute trying to figure out where to start with his apology for his odd behavior at dinner. Just as he was about to, you spoke. 

“Well, thank you for the ride home Chan and again for dinner. Have a good night.” You started to open your car door and Chan was quickly losing his chance. 

“I’m sorry!” He just blurted it out, shouted it really. You jumped a little and your hand fell away from the door. You turned to him with a confused look on your face. 

“For what?” He was a nice guy, you figured it was a ‘sorry you’re just not my type’ kind of apology. 

“I’m sorry for being so quiet during dinner. I... I don’t date. EVER. I was worried.... I mean, well, I can be kind of a dork.” You scoffed and looked at him incredulously. 

“A dork? Do you see yourself?! Who on earth... you’re a walking Korean Ken doll okay? You could be the biggest nerd on the planet and I don’t think it would bother anyone. Certainly not me.” Chan looked down at himself. He was in such a hurry when he left since he was late, he really hadn’t taken a good look at the outfit he had put on. He was usually in gym clothes or sweats and hoodies, baggy clothes that didn’t show his body at all. He hadn’t even thought about what he looked like in the outfit Felix had picked him, he had just hoped he looked nice. Apparently, Felix had chosen well by your words. Chan laughed a little nodding. 

“Fair enough but never the less I hurt your feelings so I should apologize.” You shook your head and furrowed your brow. 

“You didn’t-” Chan raised one of his perfect eyebrows at you. 

“Sarah texted me when you were in the bathroom.” Oh you were going to kill her. 

“Oh.” You looked down and picked at your finger nails. 

“Even if she hadn’t though, I... noticed a little mascara under your eyes when you came back from the bathroom.” You buried your head in your hands hiding your face as it turned red in embarrassment. 

“If I made you cry y/n I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m just... I’m really shy and it’s worse around pretty women.” You rolled your eyes and huffed a hard breath out. 

“Right. Okay your apology is accepted but you don’t have to pander to me.” Chan didn’t know what you meant. 

“Wha... pander?” You pressed your fingers into your eyes. 

“Yes. You can say you’re not attracted to me. It was just one blind date together. I’ll survive.” Chan thought he was doing a good job at expressing how sorry he was for giving you the wrong impression. Clearly, he wasn’t doing as good of a job as he’d thought. 

“I... I’m not pandering.” His tone changed, his voice was quieter, his eyes were cast down at his steering wheel and he wrung his hands. 

“I’ve been nervous since Sarah said she had a friend she wanted me to meet. She knows I don’t go out so if she was suggesting I meet a friend of hers, I knew it was probably going to be someone worthwhile. I trust Sarah. I am attracted to you y/n. Very much so and if you’ll give me a second chance, I’d like to actually talk some, get to know you, and maybe... go out again?” He wanted to see you again, after that disaster of a date?! 

“You want to go out again?” You asked shocked and he nodded looking at you hopeful. 

“Can I be frank with you?” Chan asked and you shook your head. 

“I saw you through the window as I was walking up and I thought, God whoever she’s there with is a lucky bastard. I was positive I was not that lucky bastard. Then I walked in and the hostess pointed right over at your table and I realized holy shit! I am! You’re so beautiful y/n and I have no doubt if your friends with Sarah you’re a good person. Sarah doesn’t have the patience to deal with assholes. Well except me.” You put your hand on Chan’s, he looked over at you again and you shook your head at him. 

“You’re not an asshole.” Chan smiled at you and his dimples popped out making you smile back. 

“Look, I know it wasn’t the original date but I have a little roof top garden and a bottle of wine. If you want to come up, we can sit and talk for a little while? Get to know each other?” Chan’s smile grew times ten, scrunching his eyes up into little crescents. 

“Absolutely! I’d love to!” You both got out of the car and you lead Chan to your building. When you walked into your condo you kicked off your heels and let your hair down. Chan couldn’t help but watch your every move, just being in your space, you already seemed more relaxed. When you looked over and noticed him staring at you butterflies erupted in your stomach. When Chan saw you look he started scanning the room like he had been looking at the décor of your apartment and you smiled to yourself a bit. 

“Would you mind grabbing the wine from the fridge while I get the glasses?” Chan’s attention was drawn back to you by your question and he nodded. 

“Oh sure!” Chan followed you into your kitchen and grabbed the wine like you asked, when he turned back around he saw you reaching on your tip toes for the glasses that were just out of your reach. Your dress riding up a bit exposing more of your thighs and he was distracted for a split second before he came up behind you and reached up easily with his long arms. Chan grabbed two of them between his fingers by the stem. He was so close to you so he could reach them; his chest pressed up against you. You could feel his warmth of his exposed chest against your back and smell his cologne again. 

“Here, I’ve got these too. You lead the way.” You were blushing when he stepped back and smiled at him. You led him through your living room grabbing the throw blanket off the back of your couch on the way out. 

“Just in case, sometimes it can get a little breezy up there.” You slid on your house shoes, opened the window to your fire escape, and lead Chan up to the section of the roof you were permitted your garden. He stepped through a latticed arch way and it was like he was in a mini paradise in the middle the city. Chan couldn’t believe it. 

“You... you did all this?!” You nodded shyly. 

“I don’t really do much to it these days honestly, it kind of takes care of its self for the most part now.” Chan’s eyes were overwhelmed by the colors of the flowers the way they weaved together creating a private oasis. In the middle was a wide flat swing with an overstuffed cushion. You walked over to it and tossed the blanket on before crawling on yourself. 

“Give me those and you get on.” Chan handed you the bottle and then the glasses and kicked off his shoes as he climbed on to the unusual swing. When he got settled, he looked at you and smiled the biggest toothy smile. It made you melt inside. He grabbed the bottle of wine and started to open it, pouring you both a glass. 

“What even is this thing?” Chan laughed. 

“It’s just a swing. I come up here to read and stargaze, think, I like doing those things laying down so...” You motioned to the swing and Chan nodded in understanding. 

“I love it.” He exclaimed. You blushed as Chan put the cork back in the bottle and leaned over to set it on the ground. You handed him one of the glasses and then the conversation just seemed to flow out of the two of you. Careers, hobbies, siblings, what you envisioned with your futures, you talked about everything. As the two of you talked you both got more comfortable, more relaxed, sitting closer together. Then Chan’s hand sneakily found yours and he gently played with your fingers as you both continued on and on, music, movies, books. You started getting cold and Chan put the blanket you brought around your bare shoulders, then mustered up all his courage and put his arm around you too, warming you. Your cheeks flushed and you smiled leaning into his body more and you both continued to talk.  

Eventually Chan’s legs were stretched out and he was leaning back on his hands looking up at the stars. You were curled up with the blanket your head resting on one of his thighs looking up at the night sky too. Somehow you both were still asking questions, laughing, learning about each other’s likes and dislikes. It had been the most tense, awkward date in the beginning and now all you could think about was how you had probably never been so comfortable around a date, ever. You noticed your phone light up and grabbed it pressing the button, lighting up the screen. 

“Oh wow! It’s midnig- Oh shit. Do you have missed texts and calls from Sarah?” Chan grabbed his phone and looked. 

“Yeap. We’re in big trouble I’m guessing.” You nodded and pressed the call button by her name. It rang once, maybe, and she answered. 

“What the hell!? I’ve been worried sick!” You felt bad that you had forgotten to text her and let her know you were okay. 

“I’m sorry! Chan brought me home and we’re up in the garden having some wine and we lost track of time. I’m so sorry I made you worry Sarah.” She was instantly calmer knowing you were okay and even happier that it sounded like you and Chan had finally clicked. 

“Wait, he’s still there?” She asked with a hint of suggestion in her voice. 

“Yeeeaaasss....” That was all you said with Chan sitting right there. 

“Mhmm. Be safe, have fun.” You rolled your eyes and hung up on your friend. Chan smiled at you and it was as if stars had fallen from the sky and into his eyes. 

“Why do you look at me like that?” Chan’s smile transformed into a smirk. 

“Like what?” You shrugged unsure of how to word it. 

“Like... I’m so... interesting to you.” Chan scooted in closer to you again and twirled a bit of your hair between two fingers. 

“You are interesting y/n...” You nudged him shaking your head, not accepting the non-answer. 

“I look at you like that y/n. Because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I saw exactly why Sarah thought I would like you as soon as I laid eyes on you and now getting to really talk to you, getting to know you, I knew I was right to trust her. You’re talented and intelligent, kind hearted and I just really feel like I grazed over that beautiful part at first.” Your face got warm. You couldn’t help but smile and you were about to look away when Chan cupped your face, leaned in, and kissed you gently. You were surprised at first. Even with the hand holding and cuddling, you hadn’t really expected him to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, you leaned into them. He pulled back quickly keeping it respectful. 

“I’m sorry I... I just had to do that once tonight.” You smiled and pushed a piece of Chan’s hair that had fallen forward back before running your fingers softly down the side of his face and holding his strong jaw in your palm looking into his beautiful deep brown eyes. 

“Only once?” The dimple popping smile appeared on his face before he leaned in and kissed you again. This time both of your lips parted and slotted together. He tasted like the wine you both had drank. The tip of his tongue teased your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss as your fingers carded through his hair and you held on. The two of you carried on for a bit. Lips and tongues battling for dominance, hands roaming over clothes until Chan pulled away. 

“I’m sorry. I am, I’m trying to be respectful. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying to pressure you but if we keep at this I... I might just lose my mind.” You sat up on your knees moving closer to Chan letting the blanket fall off your shoulders. You ran your hands across his broad shoulders, sliding your fingers up his neck and into his hair at the nape of his neck, you leaned in kissing him again. Chan closed his eyes and kissed you back. You started to lay back, pulling Chan on top of you. When he realized what you were doing, he stopped again. 

“y/n... we don’t... I didn’t say that so you would-” You pulled him down into another kiss silencing him before stopping and looking him in the eyes. 

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I don’t normally act like this but you are not pressuring me Chan. Anything we do tonight is because we both want to. Okay?” Chan shook his head before leaning down and tentatively kissing you again. It didn’t take long for your make out session to get heated again. Chan’s lips traveled down your jaw and neck leaving a warm wet trail of kisses against your skin. Chan’s lips met yours again in a fiery kiss and when his hips involuntarily pressed into yours you moaned into the kiss. 

“God you are so beautiful... you sound so sexy... can’t believe... can’t believe I’m touching you, kissing you...” Chan said between kissing you. Your hands went under Chan’s blazer and pushed it off.  

“More... fuck... please... more Chan.” Chan pulled at the top of your dress, pulling it down and freeing your full breasts, pleasantly surprised to find you braless. He stopped and looked at you before touching you, wanting to be sure you were okay with every step of what was happening. You gave Chan a little nod and his big hands cupped your bare breasts as he attacked your neck and chest with his lips and teeth. Your fingers found purchase in his hair again and tugged a bit when his pouty lips wrapped around one of your nipples and sucked on it. When it was perked and hard Chan let go and ran his flattened tongue over it. 

“Chan that feels really good. God!” He hummed around your other nipple as he sucked on it, then let go and teased it with the tip of his tongue. 

“You taste so good baby girl.” Your core throbbed at the sudden use of the pet name. He looked at you and raised that perfect eye brow at you again. 

“Could... could I taste... more?” Your legs instinctively wanted to press together at the idea of Chan’s head between your thighs. Your face and chest started turning red. 

“You mean...” Chan was not about to mince words anymore after the first half of the date. 

“I wanna go down on you. Will you let me eat you out? You don’t have to do anything to me, I just...” 

“Yes.” Chan stopped rambling immediately. 

“Yea?” You bit your bottom lip and nodded, smiling at him. Chan crawled down, his hands running down your body over your dress. When he got to the hem at the bottom, he gathered it under his thumbs and slowly started pushing the skirt up, exposing your white lacy panties. A wet patch already visible making them a little see-through allowing Chan a glimpse of your slit. You had never been so happy you had waxed as his fingers traced up your panties before hooking into them and sliding them down and off. You pressed your legs together and your hands came down covering yourself. Chan ran his hands gently up and down your soft thighs giving them a little squeeze.  

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you really are y/n?” You shook your head no biting your lips nervously. Chan grabbed your hands moving them away and spreading your legs so he could see how wet you were for him and then smirked. 

“Let me show you.” His lips made contact with your throbbing sex and it made your hips jerk. One of Chan’s hands splayed out on your soft tummy holding your down as his other reached and teased one of your nipples. 

“God! Chan! Oh my god that feels...” before you could tell him how well he was doing his lips puckered around your clit and he hummed in delight at the sounds you made when he started sucking on it. Between him sucking on your clit and the vibrations from him humming, you couldn’t help but try and grind up against his face, even as he firmly held you down. His free hand traveled back down your plush skin before spreading your lips. Chan stuck his tongue out and started going back and forth between a quick flicking motion with the tip and flat wet stripes before gently sucking your clit again. You gripped the cushion of the swing tightly as you felt the string inside you tighten. 

“I’m... I’m gonna... Chan... please. Don’t, don’t stop.” Your words were a breathy whisper as you begged him to push you over the precipice. He grunted with no intention on stopping, in fact your pleas made him eager to get you to your climax that much faster. The way he started going at your pussy was messy but with precision and with a flick of his tongue your world exploded. 

“Ooooooh my... fuck. Chan... fuck. I’m coming!” He slowed down and continued kissing and licking you as you twitched and shuddered through the remnants of your orgasm. When you relaxed and let out a deep breath Chan climbed back up next to you and smiled looking down at you flustered and blushing from coming. His fingers traced across your breasts gently, teasing your nipples. 

“That was so sexy baby girl. I love the way you sound when you moan my name.” He kissed your neck by your ear and it tickled, making you turn your head and look at him. He pushed a few stray hairs out of your face and you leaned up and kissed him. You sat up, gently pushing Chan to lay back and he pulled away from the kiss as you started to get between his legs. 

“You don’t have to...” You made him lay back and straddled his thighs as you started undoing the buttons of his vest, pushing it open but not off and running your hands down Chan’s firm chest and abs stopping at the waist of his pants. 

“Chan? Do you want a blow job?” Your fingers toyed with his belt a little. He swallowed hard and his ears turned bright red as he shook his head. 

“Yes. Please.” You unbuckled his belt, undid the button of his pants, slid his zipper down and Chan’s heart was already ready to beat out of his chest. You grabbed on to the waist of his pants and underwear and Chan lifted his hips up so you could pull them down. His cock sprung free from his briefs and was already so hard from just the thought of your mouth on it. You tossed Chan’s pants and underwear aside a little and kneeled next to him. He sat up a little, his fingers weaved through your hair and pulled you into another kiss. As he was distracted by kissing you your fingers gently wrapped around his shaft. Chan broke the kiss as his head fell back between his shoulders. 

“So soft. Your hands are so soft.” You squeezed him gently and started to stroke him a bit. He was the perfect size, fit nicely in your hand and above average length. You really wanted to know what he tasted like. You leaned over his cock and let a little spit drip from your mouth onto the head and spread it down his length. Chan groaned and laid the rest of the way back as you took him into your warm mouth. 

“Mmyes your mouth feels so fucking good.” He looked down at you and gathered all of your hair up, holding it away from your face so he could see his cock disappearing into your mouth again and again. Your head bobbed and Chan helped set the rhythm as you struggled to take him deeper. 

“Stick your tongue out baby, you’ll be able to take more. Fuck! You’re sucking me so well beautiful.” You did as Chan said and stuck your tongue out allowing a little extra room in the back of your throat for his cock. You gagged a little and pulled off. He kept your hair pulled back out of your face as you looked up at him and stroked him. He grabbed your hand stopping you before he came. Chan sat up and pulled you into another passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth immediately. He held your face and pushed his plump lips against yours softly again and again.  

“I... I want you y/n. If you don’t want to, if this is as far as you want to go tonight, that’s fine but... just... FUCK I really want you baby girl.” He grabbed your hand and weaved his fingers through yours looking at the intertwined limbs as he confessed how badly he wanted you. You pushed his hair back out of his face again. It was messy from you running your fingers through it before and his edges were starting to curl a bit from the light sweat on his forehead and temples. You ran your hand down the side of his face and he closed his eyes. 

“Do you have a condom?” It was a whisper but Chan heard it clearly. His eyes shot back open and he looked at you to make sure he actually heard what he was sure he had. You sat there on your knees your dress bunched around your midsection, biting your lip giving Chan the sweetest doe eyes. He took in every inch of you, every soft curve, every plush bit of flesh exposed to his eyes was drank in. He shook his head and you quirked an eyebrow at him. 

“Not that I thought... well I just... I was a boy scout. Always prepared you know?” You laughed a little. 

“It’s okay, grab it?” Chan relaxed again and leaned over, grabbing his slacks and pulling 3 foil wrappers out of his pocket and tearing one off, tossing the others to the side. You laid back and spread your legs looking at Chan and he was certain he’d died and gone to heaven. 

“I want you Chan. Please.” He wasn’t going to make you beg, no. He ripped the condom open and rolled it down his length before grabbing your soft hips and pulling you closer so that he was nestled in between your thick thighs. You looked down and watched as Chan grabbed his cock and rubbed the head through your folds, collecting your arousal before slowly pushing the tip inside you. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you watched him slowly bury himself into you until his hips were flush against yours. 

“Fuck! So tight, fuck! I need a second.” You nodded and ran your hands up and down Chan’s abs trying to help him relax a little. He closed his eyes and slowly started thrusting into you and it felt divine. His length and curve made it so he easily hit your g spot. Chan’s rhythm picked up and he grabbed a hold of your dress using it for leverage as he fucked you harder. Your breasts bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours. 

“Feel so good Chan fuck! Harder, please!” Chan grabbed one of your breasts with his free hand, still gripping your dress around your midsection tightly, pulling you back on to his cock in tandem with every push of his hips. It felt so good but you knew you wouldn’t be able to cum like that. 

“Chan, need... fuck!” Chan slowed down rolling his hips as he continued to fuck you. 

“Need what baby girl what do you need?” You pulled him down to kiss you and welcomed his tongue tasting you again. His hips pushed into you deeper and deeper making it difficult to form the words. 

“Top... on top.” Chan smiled down at you, half fucked out underneath him. 

“You wanna ride my cock beautiful?” You nodded. 

“Fuck! Yes please!” Chan pulled out of you and laid back on the swing patting his hips. 

“Come on and ride it then baby girl.” You sat up and straddled Chan’s waist reaching back, aligning his cock with your entrance and sinking down almost taking him fully. His hands gripped your plump ass and eased you down on him the rest of the way. 

“Oh my god Chan! Yes! Fuck!” Chan squeezed your ass and started grinding you back and forth on his dick.  

“Such a good girl, fuck! Riding me so well beautiful. Does it feel good?” You braced yourself, putting your palms flat against Chan’s abs as your started riding him on your own. His hands now resting on your full hips as he watched his cock disappear between your thick ass thighs. His cock hit your g spot perfectly and the added pressure to your clit from grinding against his pubic bone had your pussy dripping. It was wet and messy and hot. 

“So fucking full Chan, you fill me up so good!” Chan gripped your dress that was still bunched up around you, lifted you, lifted his hips and started fucking you hard from below. 

“Cum for me baby girl. Let me hear you moan my name with that pretty voice again. Cum for me beautiful.” The next snap of Chan’s hips up into you sent you reeling into the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. Chan lowered his hips and you and helped your grind against him riding out your climax for as long as possible. Chan couldn’t take his eyes off you, flushed, chewing your bottom lip, full of his cock and softy, slowly rotating your hips in circles as you came down. His finger-tips rubbing you gently up and down your sides as your body buzzed.  

Chan cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip before gently pushing it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked, swirling your tongue, giving it a similar treatment to what his cock had gotten earlier and you could feel him twitch inside you. You were locked on Chan’s dark lust hazed eyes as he chewed his lip and watched you suck on his thumb. He gently pushed down on your tongue making your mouth open a little so he could see the pink muscle inside. 

“Can I cum right here baby girl?” He let the pressure off your tongue and you wrapped your lips around the digit again, gently taking it between your teeth as you nodded your head. Chan pulled his thumb out of your mouth and held your waist as he sat up and laid you back down. Chan pulled his cock out and pulled the condom off before crawling up by your head and getting on his knees.  

“Open up for me beautiful let me see your tongue.” You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out flat as Chan spit in his hand and started stroking the head of his cock fast. When he was close he started working his shaft, pushing his tip down towards your tongue, ready to cum in your mouth. Without warning you wrapped your pretty lips around the head of his cock and sucked as you rubbed your tongue firmly against the sensitive spot at the base of his tip and hummed. 

“FUCK I’m gonna cum!” You sealed your lips around the head of Chan’s cock firmly as warm thick cum filled your mouth. He twitched and jerked as you sucked every drop he had to offer. When he pulled his cock out he saw his load of cum in your mouth for just a second before you swallowed it and laid there utterly fucked out of your mind. Chan ran his hand through your hair, leaned down and kissed you before laying down next to you and pulling you in close to his chest. You leaned over for a moment and he wasn’t sure what you were doing until you pulled the blanket you had brought up over the two of you and nuzzled back into Chan’s embrace. You both laid there looking at the stars, holding each other in the most comfortable silence of the entire night before Chan broke the silence. 

“So what are my chances at a second date?” You looked up at him, shook your head and laughed. 

“I’d say pretty good.”   

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housemates — lee know

> summary . how can you live your life peacefully with having your housemate constantly seducing you like that?!

> genre . smut, fluff, housemates au, forced proximity, housemate!minho, gn!reader.

> warnings . sexual tension, general sexual themes, minor language, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, tipsy sex.

(wc) > 6.3k

(sunny's note) ☆ "and they were roommates.” wanted to be sweet and cute, until lee minho is in the equation. sorry for the late upload, i had a really bad writing slump and progress was slow. but i made it!

You shouldn’t have agreed to this if you knew this was how it would turn out. What a mistake, your kindness that yourself and other has taken for granted. And currently stuck in a living situation that tested your patience every waking hours, your dormitory experience was no match for this.

Jisung had asked you for a ‘small’ favour a couple months earlier, about how his friend got evicted and was now homeless, wondering if you could let him stay for a while until he find a new place. First of all, that was not a small favor. Secondly, you didn’t even know this friend that he was talking about. And you were reluctant to let a stranger stay in your house right off the bat. You lived in a dorm before, but that was a dorm and not your own house.

“Please, [Y/N], just a couple months.” Jisung pushed over the phone, you could tell he was outside from the loud and slightly muffled noise that the speaker picked up upon.

Sighing, your soft spot for him would be the death of you. Agreed with hesitation, since you were glad you were out of the dorm life and regained your privacy, but it seemed that life had came to pull you back in. Jisung should be expecting your complaints if something bad happened between you and your new housemate.

From the first initial meeting, you got some of the weirdest vibe from this guy. Maybe it was the amount of black and leather he was dressed up in, or the bitchy look on his face that could kill with a single stare. How the fuck was Jisung friends with a person like this? They were the complete opposite of one another, the guy looked as if he committed first degree murders as his favourite past-time. What you meant was you were convinced that he was a sociopathic killer, and he was probably plotting yours and Jisung’s death soon.

For one person, he sure did had a lot of stuff. You three brought around eight or ten different sized carton boxes up to your apartment, not counting the two gigantic suitcases that he had to take a second trip with Jisung to go get. He must have been living in his old place for very long to have that much stuff, wonder why he got kicked out? Possibly because the landlord found the bodies with how sharp his eyes always glared at.

“Don’t worry about the rent, Minho can pay for his half.” Jisung reassured, starting his car. The engine roared loudly, it had been through a rough day of carrying all that stuff to here.

Before he left, Jisung told you one last thing. “Oh, and don’t be afraid to ask him for help around the house, Minho may look intimidating but he’s quite a sweet guy.” With that sentence stuck in the back of your head, he drove away. If you could even have enough courage to ask him to take the trash out, maybe that statement would be proven.

You did all the house chores yourself, you didn't ask for any assistance from Minho. Wether it was because you were used to having to do everything yourself, or he was just still as unapproachable as the first time you two met. But he too, barely talked to you. You heard his voice once or twice when he was on the phone, but he did not speak a full sentence to you and ought for short few words replies.

"Do you need any help?" Another voice emerged from behind your back, offering assistance.

You pulled the trash bag out of the can, "I'm good, thanks,"

"Whatever, suit yourself." Minho walked away. Not even a bit of small talk? It frustrated you of how aloof he was acting, he didn't want to get to know you at all. However, it pissed him off just as much, you would always shrug him off every-time he offered to help you. As you two had made it clear before, you hardly knew each other, and here you were living together as people of unfamiliarity.

You didn't know his last name, or how he met your three years best friend—Jisung. Neither did he held any personal information about you, he wasn't even sure which variation of your name was the correct one. Already a month has passed by and no one was willing to start up a conversation with the other person. This ice between you and Minho just kept getting thicker and colder.

Ranting on the phone, "I'm telling you, I can not get through him! I think he hate me!"

"Calm down, [Y/N], he doesn't hate you." Jisung reassured, sighing as this was the third phone call of the month that you were expressing your discontent for the same subject. "It's simple, just talk to him, even if it's small talk."

Hearing the front door opened, "Fuck, he's back, I'll talk to you later." You didn't let Jisung say 'bye', hanging up in the midst of his sentence.

Minho worked a nine-to-five job, you weren't sure of his occupation in particular. You got a sense of his routine, he would leave the house at exactly seven-fifty in the morning and usually came home around five or six—depending on the traffic that day. On few occasions, he was nice enough to bring food home for the both of you.

"Hey, you're back quite late today?" You asked, seeing the clock already hitting six at the moment.

He set down a few plastic bags on the table, "I got groceries on the way, I'll cook dinner." He explained shortly, bringing ingredients to the kitchen for preparation.

That was a first, he had never offered to cook before, much less thanking you for the meals you made for dinner. Guessed he was just hot and cold like that, and this was his way of showing his gratitude. You weren't mad, on what normal day would you have someone cook for you enjoy? You technically did everything yourself when you moved out a few years ago.

Watching his figure diligently cooking in the kitchen, it comforted you in an unusual way. He was like your own personal boyfriend—for tonight at least, he would cook and then sit at the table with you to eat, maybe he might even offer to wash the dishes. A fine, hard-working young man? Anyone who could scored him would probably be winning in life. You couldn’t hide your jealousy if he ever bring home a date.

He walked over to you, holding out a spoon with a small portion of thick orange liquid. Minho asked, “Try it, tell me if it suit your taste.”

The tangy flavour stood out immediately, he must have put something citrusy as it melt into your tastebuds. It was good, no, amazing even! This hidden talent of his was worth all the waiting you had done, you never knew Minho could be such a great chef. For a while, you thought this guy couldn’t possibly hold a knife correctly, yet you were proven wrong of your assumptions.

You nodded, the sound you made when encountered good food already told him enough. Everything smelled so mouth-watering, and the presentation was tempting you to devour everything in on sitting.

"Thanks for the food!" As soon as he placed the last dish onto the table, you immediately picked up your utensils. You could not hold yourself back when face with good home-cooked food, good home-cooked food made by an equally good-looking guy.

Minho sat down beside you—he usually sat across from you which kept a nice distance between the two of you—he was very close today. Asked he, "How is it? Good?"

You didn't hold back on your praises, "God, why didn't you cook sooner? This is actual heaven~!"

He simply smiled in a humble manner. Your face was a little puffed up when you eat, which he found quite endearing. Watching you stuffed your entire face with rice, sweet and sour ribs, and eggrolls. Flattered by how much you were enjoying it, yet concerned from how fast you were eating.

"Slow down, wouldn't want you to choke." He gazed at you as he advised.

"Unless you like it like that." Immediately, you started coughing profusely. A grain of rice flew up to your nose, making everything worse the longer it stayed stuck up there.

Minho patted your back, "Woah, are you alright?" Uh, obviously no?! You were coughing out rice over here, how could you even be remotely okay? And how did he expect you to be okay after that suggestive comment he just made? This guy was unbelievable. The smile laced with deviousness, as if he was silently planning something that would catch you off guard—which certainly did a minute ago.

He picked up a single rib and ate it with his chopsticks, he probably mind getting his hands dirty from that sticky sauce he used. How could Minho looked so graceful while eating while you were here devouring everything down like a fucking caveman. Work on your image a bit, would you? Especially when you were living with someone that wouldn't use their hands to eat ribs.

"Have you been talking to Jisung recently?" Minho suddenly questioned, setting down his bowl as to show respect.

You turned to him, confusion sitting on your shoulders and your heart sinking with a bit of guilt. By any chance, did he overheard your conversations? "Yeah, I have." Continued by another question, "What? Are you two not talking?"

Minho's eyes was bigger than you expected, now seeing him a bit closer from your distance from each other. It curved in a very pretty way, and glistened upon every reflections of his soul. You couldn't help, couldn't help but get a little sad every-time you gazed into his eyes, or when they would unknowingly stared back at you. He looked at you, as if through his eyes saw you as the most precious person to exist in the short timespan that was the human life.

"He haven't been answering my texts and calls, I don't know if he's upset with me or something?" Minho sighed, "Can you...just ask him for me?"

In a bit of hesitation, "Would it be a bit rude for an outsider to chime in? Whatever it is you and Jisung are going through, it's best if you two worked it out together...privately." You told, trying to offer other solutions.

Minho let out a tired breath, "I don't know, I'm not sure what I did wrong that made him upset with me, that's what I'm most worried about."

You patted his back, "Just talk it out with him, communication is key!" How ironic, you could hardly hold a conversation with him, and now you were here giving out communication advise? Unreliable source. You knew you shouldn't interfere with whatever beef Jisung and Minho was having between each other, but you were making it seem like you wouldn't ask Jisung for details. Or Jisung would tell you himself from how much he like to rant to you.

Minho flashed a genuine smile towards you, "Thanks, I owe you one!"

Your heart skipped a beat, just one enough for your whole system to go the very bit haywire. You were finally making some good progress with Minho, and his entire intimidating and remote façade all came crashing down when he smiled. Keep up the good work!

“Are you and Minho back on speaking terms yet?” The other line went quiet for a few seconds, you heard a sigh being let out.

Jisung replied with a question, “He told you?”

Fuck, your nosy tendencies were acting up again, it slipped out of you like a natural instinct. “No—um, yeah he did but I don’t know the details or anything! He was just wondering if you were mad at him or something since you stop contacting him.” You went on to explain, trying to tell Jisung that you weren’t intending to be impolite and simply wanted to help your friend out.

The other giggled at your tone of voice, of how freaked out he got you. You acted as if the people you were working for to take down started suspecting you to be a double agent, but unlike those action films, you were terrible at hiding the truth.

“My girlfriend don’t like the fact that I’m still friends with my exes, so she wiped out their contacts from my phone.” The whole problem was finally solved as the explanation came out.

Wait, one thing. “Minho is your ex?!” You exclaimed at the sudden realization.

Jisung was absolutely enjoying this from the other line, “What? You want him?” He teased.

Your face went red, denying the question thrown at you. This whole time, this was the relationship your housemate has with your best friend? And he had never cared to tell you about anything regarding this romance he once had? All these people do was lie. Struggling through your words, you outwardly rejected the idea. “No—! No– I don’t! I—!”

Jisung interrupted, “It’s fine, he’s all yours.”

You tried denying, “No, I don’t want him—!” Quickly being cut of by Jisung once more.

“And he’s a really great kisser—”

“Jisung, shut the fuck up!” You hanged up in embarrassment, throwing your phone away in a state of panic. Why would he tell you that? As if you needed to be more careful around Minho now that you knew these things about him. God, how did he expect you to continue living with this knowledge? Unlike Jisung, you saw Minho everyday of the week.

The door to your bedroom suddenly opened, “Are you okay? I heard a thud.” Minho was still in his work attire, a tad bit sweaty from the heated summer air, the first two buttons of his shirt were left undone. Solely from the condition of his appearance was in, you were mentally restraining yourself.

“Did you just came back?” You asked, begging that he didn’t heard your conversation with Jisung on the phone a few minutes ago.

He replied shortly, “Yeah, I’ll go shower now so we can eat.” Closing your door as he left without another word, left silently with knowing what you said earlier. He heard enough of your phone call, you were too caught up with talking that you didn’t hear the front door open. Minho was halfway across the hall to his room when he heard you shouted, his name fell out from your mouth as clear as day.

Oh, Jisung never told you that he and Minho were a thing? Now it was kind of awkward for the both of you. But if you wanted him, he wanted you too. He saw the way you would look at him, stealing glances from across the table. He was a very attractive guy, you were sure he wholeheartedly knew this, and he used it to his advantage.

Coming out of a cold shower, his hair was wet and dripping water down his back and shoulders, but at least have some respect for you by covering up his entire bare torso. At the dinner table? Was he going to be half-naked for the whole duration of dinner? He wanted you dead, you boldly claimed.

“So…how was work?” You opened up a topic, hoping he would start talking to fill the silence that was ongoing between the two of you.

Minho let out a chuckle, "Not fun." Handing you a pair of chopsticks and a ceramic bowl. That was understandable, he did looked quite worn out coming home after work.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking." You raised a question into his occupation.

He began picking up food from the many plates into his bowl, the wondrous scent controlled his chopsticks faster than his mind. Minho answered while pouring the meat broth over his rice, "I'm an accountant."

An accountant? Was that a code word for sex workers? No one in their right mind would go into accounting. Minho out of all people, worked as an accountant? You had no negative comments on his intelligences, or his work ethics. But accounting sounded so boring for someone as interesting as Minho, you thought what he said was a joke of some sort. Maybe he had a side hustle doing unconventional and dirty jobs.

"It's not fun, but I got bills to pay." Minho joked to lighten up the mood, filling in the empty pauses with yours and his joyful laughs.

He shook his head in a subtle yet prominent dissappointment, smiling to hide his actual emotion on his feeling of unfulfillment. "I wish I became a singer back then."

What he said piqued your interest, you looked up at him with a spark of excitement. Straight into his eyes, you asked. "You sing?"

His vocals was almost professional singer level, for a first in the short timespan of knowing him, you saw such happiness on his face. Holding the microphone as he sang you a love song, the amount of money you spent on that karaoke machine paid off. Minho wasn't wrong or thought too highly of himself when he said he should had became a singer, you would have said the same thing if you knew him sooner. And if he did, you would support him with your all.

The atmosphere got a bit hotter and hotter as the night went on, with alcohol entering the table as an uninvited guest. When a sensual song came on, the mood totally changed for better or worse. His loose t-shirt was showing some skin, it was too a little short as it was showing peeks of his toned stomach underneath. Your mind was going places, wether it was because of the alcohol getting you tipsy or it was your inner desires for intimacy.

Minho did not broke eyes-contact with you, in a hushed voice, stating that you were the only beauty he would keep in his sight tonight. Gently holding your hand in his, he placed it on his chest. Did you feel it? Under the warm and shaking palm of yours. His heart beating at a tiny bit quicker pace than usual, beating for you with all of these temptations in him.

"Minho, I should go to bed now, it's getting awfully late." You told, diverting away in a flustered mess. Yet, despite your attempt at diluting the air, Minho persuasion didn't seem to back down. Too heated, too close as you could now smell his liquor-laced breath.

Eyes half-lidded which made his desires just the more prominent, he was serious with no control. Before your lips could touch one another, a loud vibration emerged abruptly that pulled both of you out of that drunken trance.

Blindly grabbing for your phone, your eyelids were giving up as each minute continued to pass by. You didn't look at the contact name, the alcohol was taking over your system like a pernicious poison. A voice echoed out from your phone speaker, it took you a few seconds to register the other line’s speaking and its distinct frequency.

“Where is your report?! [Y/N], you are driving me crazy with your constant delays!” They roared at you, annoyed and angered.

You got off from your place on the couch, walking away with your phone in hand as you used your last few excuses to save yourself. “Seungmin, it’s not really a good time right now, can I call you back?”

Seeing you caught up with work on the line, he figured he would clean up this mess you two made on the coffee table for you. For a moment, he thought you felt it too. He might had read the room wrong, but the way you tried to avert from the situation felt almost like a reassurance for him. As if you wanted to go further with him, go little deeper, but you were unsure if he was onboard as well. He thought of apologizing, after you sober up more than the state you were in at the moment.

You swore, you couldn't remember anything from the night before. Went to bed at nearly one in the morning, woke up head-empty and half of the blankets and pillows were off your bed. Come on, you could confidently say that you did not exceed your limit. Yet as shown this morning, you had a rough night yesterday with the leftover liquor running through your veins.

You were absolutely dumb-founded when he said he was sorry for what happened last night, as if you remembered everything clearly to its very details. Let's see, you ate dinner, you talked, sang a couple songs out of boredom you assumed, then it all when foggy after that.

"What are you on about? I have no idea of whatever the hell you are apologizing for." Telling him straight up, you could not register anything he was saying to make any sense.

Frustrated, and a bit taken over by the shame from yesterday. "No, it's okay, you're better off not knowing anyway. Sorry for making a scene so early in the morning."

Minho finished the few last sips of his Americano, grabbing his laptop bag from under the dining table in a hurry. "I have to go now, see you again at six." He bid goodbye at the front door.

Before he go for the next ten hours, you told him tonight's plan. "I have a few friends over tonight, if you don't mind their companies."

"How many are coming?" Minho asked.

You tilted your head as you tried to remind yourself of the size of your party, maybe even the identities of your guests as well. "Just three. Jisung is going to be there too, if you want to see him."

You could forget anything, anything that you deemed important. But one thing that you couldn't seem to shake off your mind, as it has been bugging you ever since you knew of it, was the bygone romance Minho had with your best friend—happened to be Jisung. Now that you were non-actively trying to persue the guy, it left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Though Jisung had affirmed that the past was in the past, you could court his ex-boyfriend all you want.

Minho looked down, "We'll talk later, okay? I'm late for work." Leaving things unfinished between you, he closed the door as he left.

You didn't work until around noon, you could work from home if you wanted, yet you still came into the office everyday since things moved faster with you being physically there. But after that call from Seungmin—head of your department, you were already considered brave for the mere thought of showing up. Despite how nice Seungmin actually was, his anger was incomparable to anything you had ever seen.

After your short shift, you went back home to get things prepare. On the way home, you had already picked up a few ingredients. Said ingredients were just a six-pack of cold beers and Gochujang sauce for the beef. The others wouldn't come for another hour, for the time being, you would have to get everything ready by yourself.

Pray to god that the table grill was still working today since you haven't brought it out for a good few years now, it was collecting dust in the very far back of your cupboard. The hangout had been planned for a little while already, you got most of the things a day or two prior.

Was Minho going to join you? His expression carried a bit of hesitation when you asked this morning, though you would be happy to have him if he did changed his mind. The more the merrier!

Hyunjin and Jisung came over just a tiny bit earlier than Felix, guessed he was caught up with some baking for desert. You and your friends were all gathered up together at the dining table, it felt crowded by how small of a space you had to eat for four people. Happy that Hyunjin’s beer wasn’t on the floor since it was standing so confidently at the edge.

“When is Minho coming home?” Jisung suddenly turned to you.

“I don’t know, usually he would be back by now.” You shrugged, just now noticing today’s abnormalities. Maybe something came up at the office, or he had something else he needed to do beside from work matter. Whatever it was, you just hoped he would get home safety.

Speak of the devil, not even ten minutes had passed and the front door softly rang of clicking keys. You came to open the door for Minho, meeting his slightly stunned expression. His glossy tired eyes under the dirty frames of his glasses gazed back at you, his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead as if he ran his way home. God, he looked rough, but so strangely enticing at the same time.

"Hey, we were just talking about you!" You beamed.

"Sorry, I'm late. My digital files got corrupted, so I had to get I.T to check that bitch out." Minho sighed deeply, you could imagine how long it took to resolve it purely from how worn out he presented.

The others greeted him at the dining table, getting a stool for him to sit since you were out of chairs. Minho was sandwiched between you and Hyunjin, one he knew, one he didn’t. He felt the tiniest bit uncomfortable sitting in such a tight spot, especially when yours and his thighs were rubbing against each other. He didn’t mind it too much, he liked you anyways.

“Ah, Minho! This is Hyunjin, and that’s Felix, they’re my college friends.” You introduced. Though he was a year older, they treated him with a casual formality. Felt more like meeting old friends than new people, your group broke the ice a lot quicker than he had previously expected. Soon you all were drinking and chatting, learning a bit too much about each other for the first meeting.

Felix tapped out, “No more, I’m driving tonight.” With Jisung following along as most had already decided to stop drinking, including you.

You placed your hand on the shoulder of the person next to you, “Are you still going? Damn, you must know how to handle your liquor.”

Minho stared back at you as you spoke to him, his eyes half-lidded like the night before. The first few buttons were unfastened, his bare and defined chest laid underneath the thin fabric. A sheer cast of sweat made his body glistened by the overhead light, his glasses was slowly slipping off his nose bridge which reflected the sweat even more than it should have. His face was flushed red and pink everywhere, flushed from a love confession of a drunken mind. Any minute now, he might just be making out with you.

His heart and guts was burning up with these carnal desires, if your friends weren't here, you could bet he would be fucking your brains out like how you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted you just as much, so shamelessly wanted you.

Minho leaned in suddenly, his lips and hot intoxicated breath lingered your ears. Whispered gently with his mellow, sleepy tone of voice, "When are they leaving?"

“We’re just going to have some tea and brownies, they’ll be on their way soon. Why do you ask?” You returned, asking in with a bit of hesitation in the back of you mind. Could it be he was overloaded enough, or did he not like your friends? You doubted the second one, since they had so much fun together. But that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen.

He didn’t further elaborate, ending the subject then and there with no other explanation. His intentions were unclear, as if he was hiding something from you but you couldn’t figure out what it was. Hopefully not something shady, or would leave you with a bad image of Minho. Keep it simple, he was probably tired and he needed a bit more peace and quiet. And he couldn't get any peace and quiet if your friends were here, right?

You wanted him to take off his shirt, take every single piece of fabric on his body off, let you admire all of his grace and beauty. Occupied with drooling over your housemate, the teapot seemed to had slipped your mind.

"Fuck!" Yelped you, the heat of the hot tea finally burned your skin.

Hearing pain from your voice, Minho and the others were already there to aid you. Especially Minho, he grabbed your hand into his as soon as he noticed. Luckily for you, the injury was minor and running it through cool water was good enough.

Minho really has you in a chokehold, metaphorically speaking obviously—unless. If you two did become a thing, would it be a little awkward? Maybe not for Jisung, but you were unsure of how or what to think in a situation like this. Though, despite how much you might try to push the idea away due to having quite a lot of repect for your best friend, you couldn't help yourself.

Seduction existed in his eyes and body language, it was subtle yet effective. An absolute disaster that the two of you also lived together, which pumped you up with an amount of hormone that a high-school student would have.

The way he dressed may be ordinary, office worker fashion. His shoulders flexing in his fitted button-up, straight dress pant hugging his thighs. His thick frame glasses further accentuated his winsome features. There was no exaggeration that he, for a definite, has a lot of admirers from work. You too, would be weak on your knees if Minho was your colleague.

It was around eight o’ clock by the time you finished up, which wasn’t late—at least to your definition—but tomorrow was still a work day. Especially for Hyunjin, who was flying out of the country for a business trip, of which it was crucial for him to leave early morning for his flight.

“I’m catching a cab home.” Jisung answered when you asked him how he was going to get home without a car, since the other two already left on their separate ways.

“No, I’ll drive you home.” You offered kindly.

“You drank a lot tonight, you really shouldn’t be driving, [Y/N].” Jisung denied, pointing out the slight alcoholic haze you were in. He wasn’t wrong, you were a literally beast with the bottle. However, you were awake enough to still talk normally and sort of think, like being half asleep.

Reassuring you that he would be fine on his own, and that he would be sure to text you when he arrived at his place. You knew Jisung for too long for you to be worried about him on trivial things, it simply felt like the right thing or a common habitual saying you had going on. You just wanted to take extra precautions since you both had been drinking the whole night, and there were quite a lot of problems existing because of it.

"Don't worry about me too much," Jisung soothed you once more. However he had no regards for what a sentimental moment that was happening between the two of you, immediately back to his ways of joking to dilute the air. "You should be worrying about if Minho can keep his dick in his pants near you."

You smacked him on his shoulder, "Shut up, he's right over there!"

"I mean...I see the way y'all look at each other, we all know, [Y/N]." He commented, giving you a playful look. You wanted to murder Jisung, and you would make it look like an accident too. Were you being that obvious about your feelings? But the way Minho acted around you didn't help too!

Jisung waved goodbye to you and to Minho—who was in the kitchen, washing up dishes and shot glasses. "I'll see you on Saturday for coffee if you can even get out of bed, bye!"

Nodding, as you watched him walk away from your apartment to the main elevator, realization hit later than expected. You yelled out in annoyance but Jisung would definitely laughed it off and ignore you. "Hey, we're not fucking!"

You had to stay up to finish a few reports and lone documents, so that meant you wouldn't be able to see Minho during his morning coffee. Coming over to offer another hand in cleaning up, it wasn't a big mess but was a mess nonetheless. You might take care of everything for Minho to get some well-deserved rest that he has been needing.

Minho turned around as he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Let me take it from here, you should be getting ready for bed by now."

"No, I'll help." Minho single-mindedly refused your offer. "And too, I can't sleep with this raging boner you gave me."

Too sudden, too out of nowhere, your neck snapped to him when you heard him said those words. His expression was neutral, as natural as if he had said and had done nothing wrong. Still washing dishes and bowls, scrubbing and rinsing like he has been doing the same thing for years. Did he heard himself at least, or was it a thought that went loose.

"Oh, sorry." What the fuck were you supposed to reply to that? Thank you? Was that a compliment in disguise of some sort? Feuling the fire even more, the desires becoming stronger and intense, he had agreed to throw away his principles already.

Minho inched closer to you, his eyes on yours as he asked nicely for attention. "If I tell you that I want to fuck you right here right now, would you be mad?"

Face flushed, hot as when you would place your hand on your tea cup to check the temperature. He was evil, disregarding your state of mental stability by saying things of the same kind so out of pocket. He, for a fact, waited for the right time to confess his sins. The kettle was boiling all night, the heat and steams were his deepest thoughts.

You turned off the sink, your hands cool and wet and smell of dish soap from the water. For a split moment, you were solely looking at each other, begging either one to make a move. Minho leaned in towards your direction, his bare forearms brushed gently against yours. The alcohol in both of your bodies made the moment all the more intimate, slowly yet steadily closing your distance between each other, breaking down the wall of sexual tension you had unconsciously built that stood with all its might.

The faint taste of his strawberry chapstick on your tongue, his lips was a little sticky but so soft that you didn’t quite mind. There was no way of stopping him, as you too, did not want to stop the thrill ride that was ongoing. Letting out heavy breaths as he sucked dark red marks onto your skin, lips painting your blank canvas. May he be the only alcohol you would get drunk on, let you drink him up like your sorrows and distress.

“Oh, Minho.” You breathed, moaning out his name as his hands rushing to take off your pants. Hot tongue making a line on your stomach down to your sex, freely as his mouth worked on you like how you dearly enjoyed his food. Both your legs resting on his broad shoulders just did nothing but helped spread you wider.

Your sweet voice singing out to encourage him, using his tongue in all directions that favoured you. Stomach knotting with alcohol and dinner and a heaven he had created for you, coming onto his lips, a result of prolonged temptations.

Every fabric that touched yours and his bodies that day were all scattered on the floor by second round. Never even seen your best friend naked, and here you were admiring his ex-boyfriend’s entire unclothed figure with no ounce of shame left in yourself. You could not keep your hands away from him, so greedily touching him in different places.

Neither could wait any longer, deciding to lay each other’s pride out on the dining table. Minho placed his lips on yours, closing his eyes yet still seeing the vivid image of you in his dark mind. With each passing second, his cock making its way into the very depths of you. You hugged him quite tightly, as if you haven’t scored anyone in a while.

Your eyes told him everything he needed to know, you body twitching and squirming under his embrace, the silent language that told him every one of your secrets. Thrusting faster and harder, wanting to hear you make some more music for his aching soul. Minho grabbed your legs, pushing them against your torso as his cock went deeper into you. You could barely keep your eyes open, or could you stay present with him. This pleasure felt like a dream, a dream that softly pulled you in.

Minho kissed your lips once again, “Baby, don’t sleep on me, I’m not done with you just yet.”

But as much confidence that he may has in him, he was nearing his high and coming apart for you along the way. Minho’s vocals were heavenly when he sang for you, and were just as heavenly when he came into you. He kept going despite being out of breath and tired for you, he started something and he was going to finish it.

Second time felt much more powerful than the first, almost like he gave his all. You could feel his seeds dripping out from inside of you, onto the dining table and even the chairs. Dirtying everything all over again, now you had more cleaning to add onto your list. Guessed neither of you were going to get any sleep tonight.

strange things happen

han jisung x thick!fem!reader

description: tour just ended, and they were going back home. jisung should be happy and excited but can't help but be in his head. when he's told about the backrooms, he didn't really think he'd end up there, nor did he think he would meet a girl too. but then again, the strangest things happen to good people.

genre: strangers to lovers, the backrooms

warning: SMUT!, pov changes a few times, foggy in head space, anxiety fear, mentions of meditation, insomnia(in text but not mentioned), crying, panic attack, passing out, body insecurity, jisung being a sweetheart, somewhat fear of water, yelling, overthinking, kissing, making out, slight marking kink, oral(both receiving), the smallest bit of dirty talk, creampie

wc: 8.8k(isn't proof-read)

Post Date: Tuesday, April 18th at 3:33pm CST

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the group made their way through the airport, doing everything they had to do to get to their gate in time. once they were there, got their tickets scanned and passports looked at. jisung was the last one. when he looked up to continue to board the plane, everyone was so far ahead of him. he doesn’t want to say he freaked out a little, feeling like he was getting left behind even though they were all on the same flight. but that is exactly what he felt. like his flight or fight response kicked in. he secured his carryon and jogged to catch up to the rest of his members, but the more steps he stook, the further they got. “hey chan wait up!” jisung called out to his leader, then he tripped and fell down.

jisung closed his eyes and waited for the impact of the floor, but it didn’t come. he felt the wind starting to pick up. he opened his eyes and began to panic. this has to be a dream. jisung was free falling in the sky. he couldn’t do anything but scream and cry as the city buildings got closer and closer. he closed his eyes once again, waiting for death to hit him.

then he hit a carpeted floor, but not hard but definitely enough to make a thud sound…like he tripped and fell. jisung pushed himself up onto his knees and saw where he was. just like the picture felix had showed him.

open room, yellow walls, and fluorescent lights. he was in the backrooms.

desperate love

pairing: seo changbin x gender neutral reader

genre: mutual pining, friends to lovers, non idol au, smut – MDNI

synopsis: months of pining for one another, you both indulge in each other after being left alone for the night 

warnings: smut, chan is readers brother, masturbation, dry humping, sexual thoughts, cum in underwear.

words: 2.5k ~ (2566)

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it's wrong.

you shouldn't be doing this. he shouldn't be doing this but neither of you can help it. it feels good, too good for you both to just stop.

you're his best friend's sibling. it's goes against all the rules to be doing something like this. but he's loved you from day one and when an opportunity like now presented itself in front of his eyes, he snatched it with greedy hands.

chan introduced you to his two best friends, changbin and jisung, a few months ago. changbin knew chan had a sibling but he wasn't expecting it to be you. he first met you several months ago, and by ‘met’, you served him at the local music shop you work at.

he shops there on the regular, it's where he gets all his equipment from. one day, he was struggling on what to pick and you helped him. as soon as his eyes rested upon you, he fell in love instantly. his heart beating against his chest, his works lodged in his throat. he felt his brain melting and the ability to be a human, failing.

he started visiting the store on the regular. he didn't need anything, he just wanted to see you. he thought falling in love was bullshit. no one could possibly fall in love with someone when they don't know the person on a personal level; yet here he is, smitten for you in an instant.

same as changbin, you too, also didn't believe in love at first sight. you've been watching him from afar, picking up on his small and cute habits. how his brows would knit together when thinking. how he'd chew his lips whilst contemplating. 

despite not knowing anything about him, you picked up on his hobbies. you knew he either liked to create or work with music considering he shops at the store, you also know that he likes to exercise. some days, he would come into the store dressed in nothing but shorts and a plain tee. you thought about him on the daily, hoping that he would come to the store on your shifts and when he didn't show, you couldn't help but feel disappointed.

you spoke to chan about it, told him how you think you've fallen for a regular. when you described him to chan, he laughed and said it sounded very much like his friend, changbin. you refused to believe him until he introduced you to changbin and jisung.

changbin was shocked to his core. he knew chan had a sibling; he talks about you all the time! but he didn't expect it to be the person he has fallen for and thinks of on the daily. you to, also shocked because chan was right and you hate that, but you decided to play cool. not be over the top and be too full on, after all, it is just one sided feelings to you.

it slowly became a regular thing to see changbin and jisung around the apartment. chan knows about your feelings towards his best friend but he had no idea that changbin feels the same way, until changbin started to show telltale signs.

a simple touch from you would be enough to make changbin flustered and beet red. he acted so shy and gentleman-like around you, making sure you were well cared for and your needs were being met. both your feelings for one another slowly, but surely, started to escalate and that's when you both realized it was becoming a problem.

a simple touch. a brush of the shoulder. looking into each other's eyes accidently; it's all enough for you both to feel tingles of pleasure. a desperate ache between your legs forming. mind numb and consumed with changbin and vice versa.

on days where changbin would hang out with chan, which at this point, he was using chan as an excuse to see you, he would go home, horny and hard.

you're so innocent, so sweet to him. the thought of wanting to corrupt you, consuming and indulge in your body and warmth is too much for changbin. his eyes fluttering shut, hand around his hard cock as he pumps himself to the dirty thoughts of you.

he'd whine and whimper your name, silently praising you. flashes of your pretty face and perfect body would spring into his mind which only fueled him. sometimes, masturbating once wasn't enough and he soon found himself doing it twice, sometimes three times a day.

bedroom. taking a shower. at the gym. once he felt brave and did it in your bathroom. his strong urges to just steal a piece of your underwear and take it home to use, overwhelming him. but he's a rational man, he could never do that to his friend's sibling.

you too, also couldn't help the strong urges. every time you saw changbin sitting back on the sofa, his legs spread, you felt the urge to straddle him. to bounce on his cock. to hear his pretty moans and watch his face scrunch up with pleasure. you often wondered what type of moaner he would be. is he loud? quiet? does he whimper and groan or does he sound soft and gentle.

one day, changbin left behind his hoodie. you stole it and rushed to your bedroom before hiding under the sheets. you nuzzled his hoodie, his musk, manly scent making you feel dizzy and foggy with lust. you touched yourself, masturbated to changbin whilst inhaling his scent from his hoodie. 

you couldn't help it; neither of you can. seeing each other is just too much for your minds to comprehend. the sexual tension between you both is thick with chan and jisung knowing, but choosing not to say anything.

aside from the sexual tension, you and changbin also became very good friends. with the common interest of music, it was easier for you both to talk to one another. you exchanged numbers, went out for coffee dates and shopping trips together.

changbin took you to his favorite restaurant, paying for the expensive meal. you promised to make it up to him, his mind instantly turning to dirty thoughts to which he shook away and soothed you that's it's ok. you started to spend more and more time with each other, the love that you both feel for each other, blooming and exploding in the form of erratic butterflies that lay dormant in the stomach.

you both want each other. both need each other, so how did you end up in the situation you're currently in?

chan has a date with someone he's been seeing on the regular. as soon as he left, you phoned changbin, explaining that you're bored and wanted him to come over; to which he did. you watched some movies, ate some food before winding down for the night.

you got a text from chan saying he won't be home. the date went well for him then.

“seems like it's just us two for the night.” you state, putting your phone down.

“what do you mean?” changbin asks, gently stroking your legs that's currently draped over his lap.

“chan won't be home, so it's just us..” you trail off. “that is, if you want to sleep over..” 

“huh? oh! oh yeah, yes! i mean, if that's ok.” you giggle, sitting up and shuffling closer to changbin. the tips of his ears turn red, faces inches apart.

he could kiss you right now. the tension between you both thick, making it hard to breathe. your eyes flicker to his lips, tongue licking your own. changbin clenches his jaw as he fights every fiber of his being and thoughts. 

“would you like that, bin?” you ask sweetly, fluttering your lashes. you boldly place your hand on his thick thigh, feeling it tense under your fingertips. he swallows thickly, words lodged in his throat.

he's fighting a battle that he knows he will lose. he's weak to you. he wants you so badly and you want him. the way your heart beats against your chest, nerves swimming in your stomach.

“i would.” he whispers. he leans in close, lips threatening to touch yours. “but we can't..”

“why..” you whisper, bottom lip grazing his own.

“you're my best friends sibling..” 

“but bin. i want you. i've wanted you for so many months. call me weak but i just, please..”

he can't believe what he is hearing. you? the person he has thought of day in, day out, also want him.

“what do you mean, yn?” he asks carefully. he wants to make sure that it is what you're implying, that's it's not just for sexual pleasure.

“bin.. i–” you flush a deep red, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed. it's now or never. you take a deep breath and close your eyes, swallowing your pride and the feeling that it could all go very wrong.

“i love you bin. i have done since i first saw you. the day you walked into the store was the day my heart leaped from my chest and never came back. i think about you all the time. wonder what it would be like to be yours. i want to be involved with you, bin. romantically and sexually..”

“seriously?” changbin cannot believe his luck. you also feel the same way as he does. months and months of pining for you, wondering and feeling anxious about confessing to you has all led to this moment.

“fuck yn..” changbin groans, kicking his head back as he pushes back his curls. you bite your lip as you look down at your lap. your thoughts of whether it was the right thing to do, silenced by changbin grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

your eyes widen as you straddle him, hands placed on his shoulders as he strokes the skin of your hips.

“binnie?” you whisper, swallowing when you see nothing but love and lust glazing over his eyes.

“how can you say something like that so casually. it's taken me months and months to pluck up the courage to tell you how i feel and you've done it so effortlessly.”

“well, i am nervous bin. it's not easy..” you giggle, wiping your clammy hands on your t-shirt. “wait, does that mean..?”

“mhm.” he hums, nodding slowly. “i've wanted you for as long as i can remember yn. my feelings and thoughts were innocent, i swear! but the more time we spend with each other, those innocent thoughts became dirty..” 

you flush red, shifting on his lap to which changbin lets out a soft groan from the friction. you bite your lip gently, deciding to test the waters. 

holding onto his shoulders firmly, you sit flush on his crotch. he's in sweatpants, his typical comfy wear meaning you can feel him. you can feel everything; from his size to his thickness. you slowly and cautiously rock on his crotch, providing friction for you both.

you watch changbin fight a battle inside his head. his head telling him to stop, you're his best friend's sibling and it's so wrong. but he wants you, he wants you so badly-so he will have you.

“y-yn..” changbin softly pants, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your hips. you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your soft pants fanning against the skin causing goosebumps to rise on the surface

“binnie..”

“we shouldn't..” he whispers, hips bucking up and matching your tempo. his actions and the sweet sounds that emits deep within his chest contradict his words.

“why?” you ask out of politeness. you know changbin wants it just as much as you. he shows no signs of slowing down or stopping. his length slowly turning hard, poking and rubbing you.

“because chan.” you lift your head up to look at the flustered man. his cheeks holding a nice, pink tone to them, lips parted and glistening from his saliva. brows furrowed together as nothing but lust is evident in his eyes.

“fuck him.” you mumble, brushing your lips against his gently. “just, indulge in me bin and i'll indulge in you. we want each other so give in.”

his lips press against yours in a sweet but messy kiss. tongue and teeth collide and clash together. desperation evident in the way his hands roam your skin. throaty groans and moans escape the two of you. the built up hunger for one another finally being set free as you grind faster and harder on his clothed length.

his hands squeeze and caress your skin, fingers brushing and teasing your nipples. he holds you close, holding you so tight like his life depended on it. pleasure surges through changbin, tingling in the tips of his fingers as he indulges in your warmth. he swallows each and every gorgeous moan that escapes your lips, his mind going foggy with lust.

“fuck fuck fuck..” he pants, lips trailing down your neck to suck on the skin. you whimper softly, fingertips digging into his broad shoulders. his underwear feeling sticky as the material soaks up his pre cum that's free flowing from his slit. 

“fuck bin. good.. feels good..” you moan softly. his teeth gently sink into the skin of your neck, canines scraping the skin softly as you hold onto his biceps for stability.

you feel like you're floating, your body hot and sweaty. your hips moving so fast that it's uncoordinated and sloppy. you give a few bounce as if you were to ride him before going back to rocking back and forth; this time, adding more pressure.

you can feel his size and thickness rub against you. it makes you shiver, only heightening your fantasies of sexually pleasing changbin.

“i can't..” he whispers. he kicks his head back, tilting it to the side as he lets out soft whimpers. his chests heaves up and down, beads of sweat slowly roll down his temples. the burning knot he feels in the pit of his stomach, threatening to snap with each rub, bounce and groan from you.

his cock twitches in his underwear. he bawls his hands up into fists, desperately trying to hold on. it burns but he doesn't want to cum, not yet anyways. he wants to be inside you in order to do that but with the way your hips are moving so deliciously along his length, you're making it hard for him.

and then, you whisper those three words he has longed to hear.

“i love you.”

his stomach dips, muscles contract as he grips onto your hips tightly. your eyes widen at the sudden movement but you soon smirk once you see changbin's head hanging low, broken sobs and moans escape his lips as his body shakes. his sticky mess coating his underwear, making him feel gross and ashamed. it pools in his underwear, seeping and creating a wet patch that you can feel from his sweatpants.

“sorry. so much, so much cum. it's never been this much before.. fuck fuck..” he pants as he's in a world of his own. his body trembles with each release, however, his cock remains hard.

“everything I've ever wanted and more. but i want more.. i want so much more. i want you. i want to feel you. fuck; i need you.” he groans.

“take me, binnie. we have all night to indulge in one another.”

note: part of starry's treasure trove! i know its been a while since i uploaded something, it might be like that for a few months. im still writing (kinda) but uni is taking up majority of my time. i will upload when i can (when i have something completed, lmao) ty for being patient with me! 🖤🥺 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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