Youre All I Need.

you’re all i need.

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader content warnings: MDNI suggestive content [18+], established relationship, soft dom!chan, reader is depicted to be in subspace

NOTES: hi friends! this is my very first work on stayblr. this is actually the first fictional piece ive written in years so im a bit nervous. but i hope you all enjoy this little chan drabble! reblogging or leaving feedback / general comments are highly encouraged and always appreciated!

“how about one more?” he murmured against your neck. “can you come one more time for me?”

your mouth was open but not a single word was coming out. everything you felt was so intense, so euphoric, as if your senses were heightened to the nth degree.

it was clear that you weren’t paying any attention. you were too fuck drunk to form a coherent sentence and chan could tell that you were letting yourself slip away into a cloudy haze.

but who could blame you? you felt so safe in his arms you couldn’t help but let yourself drift from reality.

he runs his fingers through your hair to get your focus back on him, slowing his pace down so you can catch your breath.

“you still with me bunny?”

“Mm,” you breathe, trying to ground yourself so you can talk to your lover properly. “m’sorry…just feels good…. so much…”

“poor baby,” he coos.

he presses a few wet kisses against your jaw all the way down to your neck, playing with one of your nipples at the same time. you mewl in both pain and pleasure—your nipples were so unbelievably sensitive and you were convinced you could orgasm solely from the stimulation.

“you’re so gorgeous like this, sweetheart. all pretty and pliant and such a good girl… just for me.”

you gasp at the praise, clenching around him. “channie… please.”

he groans at how hard you clench him, the warmth of your cunt adding to the pleasure. “please what?” he says, a small smirk emerging from his lips. “talk to me baby, tell me what you need.”

he adds emphasis to his statement by using his thumb to stroke your clit in tight circles, causing you to shiver and twitch.

“need you,” you manage to whimper out.

you attempt to speak again but he kisses you to prevent you from saying anything else.

overcome with emotion, chan couldn’t help but feel so lucky. he just couldnt believe you were real, that someone as perfect as you decided to take a chance on him.

….that you trusted him enough to let yourself go and be completely vulnerable.

he finally pulls away from your mouth, feeling breathless. he rests his forehead on yours as you both breathe heavily.

“you have me.”

[06:30 am] the soft rays of the sun gently hit your face, causing you to stir as you wake up from your sleep. You smile to yourself as soon as you feel a familiar pair of arms hug your waist tighter, pulling you in until your flush against his chest.

"Good morning," you hear Chan say, his voice still laced with slumber. You chuckle, turning around to face him. "Good morning," you greet with a smile, your hand moving to cup his face, thumbing at his still-closed eyelids. Chan smiles at that, leaning further into your touch as his eyes flutter open. "Merry Christmas, my love." Chan says as he moves to place a kiss on your nose. You giggle, moving to place a kiss on his nose as well. "Merry Christmas." You greet back, threading your fingers over his hair.

Chan hums at the feeling, a satisfied grin drawn on his lips. "I have a present for you," he says, voice gentle as ever. "It's waiting for you downstairs, under the tree." He continues, his fingers smoothing through the skin of your back. You sigh at the feeling, scooting closer to your lover. "Yours is downstairs too, I hope you like it." Chan softly laughs before he gives you a mischievous grin before asking, "what do you mean? My present is right here, waiting to get unwrapped." He says as he trails his warm hand under your sleep shirt. You scoff at his cheeky remark, slapping his arm playfully.

"Chan Christopher Bang, what you do think your doing?" You say with a chuckle as he hovers on top of you. "Checking out my present, of course." He says, his fingers playing with the elastic of your shorts. "Can't you wait till later?" You say, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. You hum in satisfaction once you feel his lips against yours, molding into a slow and passionate kiss.

"I don't think I can wait any longer," he says against your lips, his voice merely a whisper. You almost shiver when you feel his fingers trace the skin under your shirt, his hand dangerously close to your breasts. You feel his smile against the skin of your neck before placing feather-like kisses, the sensation sending tingles down your spine.

"I just can't wait to see what's inside."

☆ our good girl ☆ #D7

You just got back from your classes, uni being a pain in the ass today because of some very irresponsible people not doing their part.

"I'm back..." you greet softly, opening the door to your lovers' apartment.

Yes, lovers. Chan and Minho. A bit older than you, probably an age gap that would make your parents raise their eyebrows but you don't care.

They're the loveliest people you've ever met. And you love them, just as much as they love you.

"Our little baby's back?" Minho repeats softly, engulfing you in a warm hug, kissing your forehead.

You hum in content, feeling your stress slowly going away in your man's arms. Well, one of your men.

You can hear Chan's footsteps, him doing that little signature slow-run of his makes you giggle. He really behaves like a wolf sometimes.

"Hi, cutie," he says, wrapping his arm around your waist from the back.

You greet him with a smile, earning yourself a soft peck on the cheek.

"Rough day?" Minho asks, guiding Chan's hand to rest on your tits instead of your waist.

You gulp at the action, suddenly feeling needy compared to stressed out.

"Bit rough," you tell them, to which Chan thought is directed at him.

"Too rough, baby? I'm sorry, hmm? I'll be more gentle," he quickly says, hands now not fondling your tits but instead just rubbing soft circles.

"N-no, not you, Channie! That.. that was good. Just.. I had a rough day is all," you explain, unable to turn your head to him because Minho's resting his forehead on yours.

"Aww our sweet baby had a tough day, hmm? Can we do anything to change that?" Chan asks, hands going back to fondling your tits with more strength, fondling to his heart's content. You're whimpering at how good it feels, lips agape as you try to form words.

"Must be that bitch, huh? The one who keeps on ditching their tasks?" Minho tries to keep a calm voice, not wanting to stress you out more. If he could, he'd definitely storm to your uni and go off on the bitch who's stressing you out. But he knows you'll resent him for it.

You and Chan giggle at Minho's little burst, Chan guiding your hand to rub Minho's back, calming him down. Minho's grunts a little but accepts the soft touches you're providing him. And he's definitely enjoying the sight of Chan fondling your tits.

"Our good girl shouldn't be suffering this much," Minho huffs.

"Yeah, our good girl works way too hard to earn this kind of crap from people," Chan adds, naughty fingers now rolling your nipples, making you gasp while you hold onto Minho's shoulders for balance.

"We're always proud of you, baby," Minho tells you, eyes filled with nothing but adoration and pride.

"Proud.. of me?" you ask, wanting reassurance. Needing it.

"Always so proud of you, such a good girl," Chan says, kissing the back of your neck. "Let's get you to bed."

♡♡♡♡♡

"So pretty, so pretty like this," Minho moans, watching how your wetness glistens, the soft purple lights that Chan bought making you look like your a fantasy character, always ready for them to devour.

"Worked so hard, so hard that you haven't even been taking care of yourself hmm? Haven't been taking care of your pussy? You know your pussy needs us, baby. Such a considerate girl always making us choose sleep over fucking her," Chan coos, his grip on your hands over your head is strong.

"I- please," is all you say, hips bucking up on instinct.

"No need to beg, baby. Minho's gonna give you his cock first. You more than earned it. Poor baby had a rough day," he tells you softly, free hand once again rubbing your nipples in circles.

You moan at the touch, and moan even louder when Minho finally sinks into you.

"Oh God," you whimper, feeling your walls stretching to accommodate Minho's thick girth.

"Good girl, what a good girl you are," Minho moans, his luscious thighs nudging your legs to open wider, wanting to be as close to you as possible. Minho hisses when you clench around him, his head going dizzy, instinct telling him to fuck you hard, fast, make you scream.

So he does one thing that he knows would calm him down a little. The man inhales your scent when he bends down to lick your tits. "Always smell so good, yeah? So sweet. Like peaches. My favourite scent. You. My baby."

Chan watches intently as Minho slowly thrusts his cock into you. You're already a beautiful mess, hair fanned on the pillow, chest heaving, and lips parted as you moan Minho's name.

And Minho's a beautiful mess too. Hips moving gracefully, careful to not go too hard, thighs clenching everytime he bottoms out, low moans escaping his mouth, making Chan imagine the pleasureful feeling of your walls clenching around his own cock.

His two lovers are perfect.

You, on the other hand, are already drunk from the stimulation. Chan has his veiny hands on you, Minho has his fat cock in you - what more can you ask for?

"Chan hyung, come here. Gotta- gotta take turns. Need to take turns. I'm gonna cum too fast if I keep on making love to this pretty baby," Minho says, out of breath, hips staying still as he plays with your clit, your walls clenching around him so tightly.

You're being so good for them. Letting them do anything they want.

And that's how your two handsome lovers start taking turns to sink their cocks into you. It's slow, soft, different from your usual hard fuck sessions that the three of you equally enjoy. And it's what you need.

And the fact that they're also taking turns praising the shit out of you everytime they sink their cocks inside your wet pussy makes it all better.

"Always so good, always so nice. We're so lucky, so lucky."

"So young but already achieving most of your goals, baby. Proud of you. Ah, fuck, and such a- such a tight pussy too."

"You're the best girl. Kind, hard working- wet and warm."

"We love you. Love you. Love everything a about you."

"So proud- so proud. Taking life so well- and shit- yes, baby, taking dick so well too."

"Gotta- gotta give the baby what she needs, you're our baby, yeah? Ours."

You're just laying on the bed, pliant, letting them take turns softly sinking their cocks into you.

They're playing with your clit, your tits, leaving hickeys, leaving bite marks, groping your ass, giving you their big, hard cocks - everything. And it feels so damn good.

"Cha- Min- please please I- cum," you tell them, voice weak, already so stimulated with how good they're giving it to you.

Chan pulls out and asks Minho to fuck into you faster because he knows you need it. He knows you need a specific pace of stroke to get your high, and he's letting Minho do it because he loves fucking you full of cum after.

"Shit, so tight, so tight. Hyung, she's so tight. She feels- fuck baby, you're gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna cum like a good girl?" Minho asks eventhough he knows the answer. You moan his name and he speeds up, cock now hitting your gummy insides in a pace that makes you see white.

The moment Chan comes up and kisses your lips, you're gone, walls spasming around Minho's dick, creaming his cock so well that he's emptying his balls into you at the same time.

"What a good girl. Good girl. Baby, you feel so good. So good," Minho mumbles, still moving his hips to prolong your orgasms.

Just as you're about to say thank you, Minho's pulling out so fast and your sensitive hole is now filled with Chan's cock.

"Just a little more, hmm? Let Chan hyung have his turn to cum in you. You want his cum, right?" Minho coos softly, holding your hand as Chan tries to be as gentle as he can. It's hard to stay calm when he's fucking your sopping cunt filled with your and Minho's mixed cum. The lewd noises are definitely something he wouldn't mind hearing everyday.

You're incoherent now. Brain going mush and hands just frantically holding onto Chan's strong arms. His cock is hitting your spot every single time and although you just came, you feel like you're cumming again.

"Can- can I? Ag-again? Cummin' again-" is all you could say before Chan has his thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit, making you cum once again, tightening around his cock and it makes Chan shoot his load into your squelching hole.

Chan lets out a low growl when your cunt just wouldn't stop squeezing him, making him feel so sad that he has to pull out soon.

"Wish I could stay in you forever," he sighs, earning a chuckle from Minho.

"Both of you good there?" Minho asks.

Minho receives a reply from Chan but not from you.

You've fallen asleep as soon as Chan emptied his balls in you.

"She looks so peaceful," Chan mumbles, slowly pulling out so that they can clean you up. Both men can't help but to watch how cum gushes out - the evidence of your lovemaking session.

Your lovers kiss you softy, careful not to wake you, both of them happy because you always have the best sleep after a good lovemaking.

No matter how stressed you are, no matter how rough things get, you'll always be their good girl. And they always know how to treat their good girl right.

not so sweet — bang chan (m)

pairing: coworker!chan x fem!reader

rating: m rated, not friendly for minors

synopsis: chan shows you the beast behind his sweet personality on his couch

warnings: fwb (?) relationship, rough themes, dom!chan, pet names, teasing, unprotected s*x, pulling out, zero plot, overst*mulation, Chan is big

note: first skz fic, pls be kind <3

Chan was sweet, he was the sweetest guy you’ve ever known.

He wasn’t like anyone you’ve dated. He was caring, understanding, lovely and most importantly, not a damn misogynist.

He understood women, he understood you.

Whenever you were with him, he made you feel important, he made you feel seen—maybe that was the reason why you were laying underneath him right now, letting him devour you with his lips.

“Are you sure about this?” He breathed out between messy kisses, hands moving fast to unbutton your shirt without waiting for an answer.

“I am,” you confidently hummed, wandering your hands down on his firm chest as you tugged on the hem of his shirt, “Are you?” You asked, signing him to take it off.

“100% sweetheart, been waiting long enough for this.”

With a confident smirk on his face, he undid the clasp of your bra, teasingly pulling the straps down to your shoulders as a he locked his eyes on yours.

He wanted to test you, wanted to see if you were as impatient in bed as you were at job.

Judging by the way you pushed his hands away to toss your bra somewhere he could not see, it was safe to say that you indeed were.

“Eager, are we?” He whispered, placing open mouthed kisses right in between your breasts, leaving kitten licks on everywhere his lips touched.

“Shut up and take your shirt off before I rip it off.” You scoffed, pushing his face away because it tickled.

Giggling, he raised his hands up and get off of you, pretending to be scared by your threat as he swiftly removed his shirt from his body.

“You happy now?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at you as he dropped his hands to his belt, playing with the metal to see your reaction.

“I’d be happier if you got rid of your pants for me as well.” You responded, tracing the line of his abs with your toes as you laid half naked on his couch.

Pretty embarrassing for you to let a colleague seeing you so defenseless but, you didn’t plan it to be a more than one time thing anyway so, it was fine.

Plus, Chan was a sweetheart, you were gonna be fine.

Or so you thought he was.

“Why don’t you do it yourself?”

“Huh?”

“My pants,” he chuckled, laughing at your surprised expression, you really didn’t expect such a bold response from him it seemed, “get rid of them yourself, y/n.” He repeated, pulling you up by your wrist.

Caught of guard by his sudden act of dominance, you automatically obeyed, your sub side taking control over you before you could even reject.

Clumsily, you unbuckled his belt and undid his his zipper, leaving him with a creak that allowed you to get a glimpse of his hard on covered with his black Calvin’s.

“Soo ..”

“So?”

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, voice coming out stern as he kept on a poker face, “pull my boxers down,” he ordered, enjoying the sight of your speechlessness, “now, y/n.”

You gulped down, nodding as you reached your hands to follow his command. Were you ready for what you were about to see? Probably not, but you were dying to take a look.

With the gasp you let out, Chan could tell you were impressed by his size as you slid down his expensive underwear, eyes almost falling out of their sockets when his pink tip hit against the lower wall of his abdomen.

“Oh my god,” you uttered, mouth drooling as you spoke, “Chan you’re—”

“—too big for you?”

“No, perfect for me.”

The shadow of his dimple under the dim lights was enough sign for you to understand your comment was successful at making him happy, as he leaned down and grab your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.

Taking advantage of his distraction over your lips, you wrapped your hands around his length, smearing his leak over his head as you gently rubbed him down.

He let out a throaty moan into the kiss, tilting his head to win the dominance war between your tongues.

It was slow, but you could feel him bucking his hips against your palms ever so often, subtly asking for more as the kiss turned into a messier one, leaving you both breathless.

“Are you done playing with me already?” He whispered near your ear as he led his kisses down your neck, one hand keeping your head still with the grasp it had on your jaw.

“What do you mean?” You asked, wanting to play the fool a little.

“I mean,” he spoke, wandering his empty, large hand down your clotheless upper body, stopping once he reached the zipper of your pants.

Without asking for permission, he unzipped it, pushing his two fingers inside through the creak. “Aren’t you done teasing me?” He muttered, pressing on your heat over the thin fabric of your panties.

“I can feel your wetness love, do you really wanna waste time with this?”

You choked out on your words once he sucked on the spot underneath your ear, definitely intending to leave a purple mark behind.

“W-who’s e-eager now?” You asked, stuttering as he kept abusing your sensitive flesh, loving the sound of your breathy whines a little too much for a one night stand.

“Guess we both are.”

And with that, you found yourself back on the spot you were previously laying on, this time with Chan hovering over you like a hungry vulture as he smashed his lips on yours.

Never in your life had someone ever kissed you like that, so passionate, so lustful and not so sweet.

It was so hot that you found yourself grinding against his meat over your clothes, one of his strong arms coming down to snake around your waist to help you with the movement of your hips.

“Just take me already,” you moaned against his lips, feeling too overwhelmed to go on with your teasing. You needed him inside you, right freaking now.

“With pleasure,” he smiled, the cockiness of his words resonating from his tongue onto yours as he separated his lips from yours after one last kiss.

Within two minutes, your pants were pushed down onto your knees alongside of your black bottoms as he flipped you over, pressing your cheek on the soft cushions while forcing your ass to arch up for him.

Your waist to hip ratio was enough to make him let out a low “fuck” as he landed a sharp smack on your skin, the pinkish color of his hand shape blossoming on the spot he just hit, urging him to repeat his movement.

“God,” he grunted, hitting you once again, “you’ve no idea how pretty you look right now, y/n.”

“Chan, please . .”

“Finish your sentence sweetheart,” he said, sliding his tip on your wet folds to collect your wetness on his length, “tell me what you want exactly.”

“I want you in me, please,” you begged, pushing yourself back against his dıck, “I need you in me, please Chan.”

“Say no more.”

A loud cry of his name fell from your lips when he finally pushed himself through your tiny hole, stretching your walls deliciously as he bottomed out.

The following thrusts of his hips were strong enough to burr a hole inside your tummy as he settled on a rather fast pace, not having enough patience to let you adjust him.

You were tighter than he expected, squeezing him good enough to make him wanna risk coming inside you. God, if he knew your pvssy game was this good, he would’ve made a move on you earlier.

He was gone, completely lost to the way you made him feel, eyes closed and lips parted open to let out throaty growls.

“Feels so good.” he commented, leaning down to kiss your bare shoulders as he grinded against your ass, hitting just the right spots with his dıck, “you feel so good babe.”

“Chan—” you choked out, holding onto his arms with your shaky hands, already sweating and panting under his weight.

“Hm, sweetheart?”

“T-too much,” you managed to let out, digging your nails into his skin once he bottomed out again, “I c-can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he cut your words, sneaking a hand down on your clıt as he left a soft peck on your lips, “I know you can baby,” he said, rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive skin, “I know my good girl can do it for me.”

Despite how small the nickname was, it had a strong effect — strong enough to make you whimper a sentence of inaudible words right before all your limbs fell weak.

The only thing that held your hips up against Chan’s merciless thrusts was his arm—which he snaked around your waist as he played with your bud, flickering it between his fingers to make you scream even more into the cushions.

He was smiling like a sadist, kissing your backbones as he was rotting himself inside you, enjoying the way he made your whole body shake with pleasure.

The more he thrusted in, the more you clenched, which drove him closer and closer to his agonizingly near high.

He needed nothing more than a few more pushes before he was done, and with the rate he was going, that wasn’t a hard goal to reach.

It was late and he was tired but fortunately, he was able to finish you both off, pulling out right on time as he shot hot strands of his pearl white leak on your back, dripping some on his sofa accidentally.

Having no power left in his arms and legs, he collapsed next to you, too tired to even get a clean towel to clean you up from the mess he caused.

“Are you okay?” He asked, patting your back gently, feeling genuinely concerned about pushing you too hard. It was never his intention but, guess he got too caught up in the moment to stop and give you a breather.

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel amazing.” You responded, turning your head to him, a sheepish smile plastered on your pretty face.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, closing your eyes, too tired to force them open, “haven’t felt this good in a while.”

“Same with me.” He giggled, leaning his face closer to yours, “maybe we should repeat this sometime,” he talked hesitantly, “sometime soon, if you’re not busy?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Can I?”

You chuckled, what kind of question was that? Even you with a fucked out brain could do better than him at this point, that was so lame, yet awfully cute.

“If that means I’ll end up like this next to you every night,” you stopped, closing the barely existing gap between your faces, “then yes, I guess you can.”

I'd tell you to prove it.

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: smut, slight dirty talking, unprotected sex, slight fingering.

Tags: soft Chan (whimpering I mean), friends to lovers if you squint, praising, sexual content obviously.

Copyright: smuttystraykidsthoughts

I was terribly nervous to post this omfg, lemme know yall thoughts.

SMUT WARNING

A few months ago, you finally had a valid reason to speak to the hottest guy in university. Not that it happened on purpose - he was actually handing out a huge pack of notes to everyone in the class, even the professor liked him hence he asked the top student to hand out the notes and contact him with any questions.

Honestly, you’re also good in this class, you chose it after all, but once Chan gently placed the stack of papers down in front of you and gave you a deeply-dimpled smile when you thanked him, it was enough to give you the confidence needed and you took less than a day to message the number typed out in smaller font at the bottom of the last page.

You asked questions you knew the answers to, but hearing his silky smooth voice explaining for what felt like hours each time you called about something you “didn't understand” regarding the pack of notes was heaven on earth. Maybe it is a bit selfish, using him like that, but like most 20-year-olds and like every girl in your class, any reason to speak to Chan and hear his voice is worth it, especially when he becomes passionate about a subject and his eyes begin to sparkle with interest.

The two of you have become good friends, well actually, you’re harboring a hopeless, one-sided liking for the older black-haired boy while he just continues to accompany you to the movies every once in a while and eat out once a week at whichever restaurant he deems good enough. He is the one being kind enough to ask you to the movies and dinner, but you assume that’s just what friends do, after all, you and your other girl-friends do it all the time, so there’s no reason to read anything more into it.

But this time, Chan invited you to the movies and you made the mistake of not asking what it is you were going to watch. To make matters worse, your other girl-friend was going through a crisis - which was actually just her not knowing what to wear for the party she was going to attend - and during your video call with her, you allowed Chan to drag you into the cinema, forgetting to check the movie poster outside the doors to the darkened room.

After ending the call once inside and taking your seats, the cinema immediately fell silent as the movie began. Munching happily on the popcorn, you realized that you still had no idea which movie you were going to watch but just as you were about to lean over and ask the fully-focused black-haired boy beside you, the name of the movie flashed over the screen and a grain of popcorn went flying into your lungs due to the huge gasp you gave.

It was the newest, most explicit, and mature-scened movie ever to exist, and it came out a few weeks ago.

Chan burst out in laughter while patting between your shoulder blades to help, being shushed by everyone around him, and then apologized quietly.

“You okay?” he asked while rubbing your back and you shook your head aggressively.

“Chan, I’m not watching this.”

He handed you his drink to take a sip of and you did, thanking him afterwards.

“Don’t be like that, I’ve been wanting to watch this for a while now and I want to watch it with you,” Chan says, once again being shushed, shooting you a pleading look and you honestly would’ve considered leaving if he hadn’t there and then placed a large hand on the inner part of your thigh, squeezing gently and shooting sparks of electricity into your veins.

You huffed in defeat, sitting back in your chair and gulping, knowing that Chan’s loose tank and incredibly tight pants weren't helping in keeping your judgment clear.

Once the movie ended, the pool of wetness between your legs should’ve been embarrassing and it infuriated you that Chan just saw it as an ordinary movie, giving casual comments on the actors and plot - which you obviously didn't give a fuck about because all you could imagine was what Chan would feel like if he did such things to you.

Pinning you against the wall, bending you over the kitchen counter, whispering sinful words while out of breath from pounding into you.

“What did you think of it?” He asks once you two get into his car and you’re quickly snapped out of your daze.

“Hmm?” you ask him, taking note of how his exposed ribcage vibrates as he chuckles at your absentmindedness.

“What’s on your mind that you seem so distant?” he asks, this time moving his hand from the gearstick to your knee, the contact causing a blush to spread immediately.

“Nothing, let’s just go home,” you snap, not meaning to sound rude but you can’t help but be agitated at yourself for staying and watching the movie when you knew you’d be a horny mess afterward.

You hear Chan sigh and start the engine and although the car was silent during the drive to your apartment, your mind was ridiculously loud with thoughts of the black-haired boy next to you.

You invite him inside once you reach your apartment, offering him something to drink which he takes gladly and flops onto your couch as if he lives here, which he almost does because he’s always over. Once you hand him his glass of raspberry juice, he takes a big gulp before placing it down on the coffee table in front of him.

He pats the space next to him, signaling that you come over, so you do gladly, ignoring the heat erupting in your core once he looks up at you with perfect, expensive-looking eyebrows.

"You wanna tell me what's been on your mind?" he asks as you place your head on his shoulder and you briefly consider telling him how the movie made you feel, but that could completely ruin your friendship and possibly freak him out, so you shake your head softly.

“Y’know, watching that movie, those scenes…you can’t help imagining that you’re doing those same things with someone else, huh?” he speaks again, this time stroking his hand that is around your shoulders slowly through your hair.

“What do you mean?” you ask him softly, not sure if he’s really asking you and if it’s just a test.

“I pictured doing those things to someone,” he replies, and you sit up completely to face him, just to make sure you heard correctly, but his hands wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap as if you weigh nothing, your legs instinctively resting next to his thighs, leaving you exposed as your skirt hitches up.

He reaches his hand up and tucks your hair behind your ear, dragging his index finger down your jaw in the process.

“W-who’d you picture?” you squeak out, breath hitching when his finger halts underneath your chin and gently tilts it upward to expose your neck.

You don't know why you asked him that, you know you'll be shattered if he mentions anyone else’s name, but you didn't know what else to say, a small part of you hoping that he would say you.

“I’ve been thinking about it for months, thinking about you, in ways I don't know if you’ll ever feel the same,” he says, his concerned-filled words juxtaposing his actions.

Chan’s finger drags down your exposed throat so feather-lightly that you wouldn’t even have noticed if it weren't for the burning sensation his touch delivers to your sensitive skin.

“W-what are you talking about, Chan?” you try to speak, trying to make sense of the events currently taking place on your living room couch.

You look down at the elder and into his dark brown galaxies for eyes, the hunger in them being so evident that it sparks a jolt of electricity down your spine.

“I wanted to talk to you ages ago, but you made me nervous, every chance I had I fucked up because all I could focus on were your short skirts or exposed collarbones. It drives me crazy, you drive me crazy”, he admits, keeping his eyes locked into yours for your reaction.

“I-I didn't know you felt that way, I thought I was just a loser with a crush,” you reply with a chuckle, finding the moment of vulnerability hypnotizing, scary but bliss at the same time.

Chan places his hand on your waist lightly, but with a bit of pressure pulls you toward him and you stumble forward, placing your hands against the headrest of the couch on either side of his head.

"What if I said you aren't the only one with a crush?" Chan whispers, his breath fanning against your lips as your faces are barely an inch apart, his eyes staying focused on your lips but occasionally flickering upwards to your eyes.

"I'd tell you to prove it," you whisper back, wondering where the hell this confidence was when you couldn't even do so much as greet the elder.

Chan lifts his hands to cup your face, not harshly but gently and it makes you feel safe, and he pulls down in order to connect your lips to his.

You feel him sigh in content once your lips start to move against his, and after a few moments you feel a slight twitching between your legs once his tongue enters your mouth.

You can't help the tiny whimper that drops from your mouth because just as Chan's tongue began its exploring, his dick twitched in his pants and you could fucking feel it against your clothed core, that's how big he is.

Chan pulls away, leaving you with some space to breathe, "There's no turning back once we do this," he says, his voice still a whisper but the eagerness crystal clear in his words and you weakly nod your head in response, no words able to form in your mind that buzzes with excitement.

He connects his lips to yours again, this time unbuttoning your blouse while he kisses you deeper than he did moments ago. You hook your fingers underneath his shirt and he lifts his arms to help you pull it off of him.

The kiss breaks in order to remove his shirt and for a brief moment, you just marvel at his perfectly sculpted body, chest strong and hard as a rock, abs defined, dipping and rising like valleys, he's fucking perfect.

In one swift motion, Chan grabs hold of your waist again and hoists you off of him, gently laying you down on the couch.

Kneeling in between your legs, Chan kisses you again while his hands fumble with the zipper of your skirt, finally unzipping it and stripping you bare of the restricting material, leaving you in only your underwear.

When he sits up to throw your skirt onto the floor, you take hold of his belt and begin to unbuckle it, the metal's clinking and your harsh panting sinfully decorating the atmosphere of the room. He allows you to unbutton and unzip his tight jeans but before you can pull it down, he grabs hold of your wrists and pins them above your head while hovering above you.

You wrap your legs around his hips, trusting him more than you've ever trusted anyone else before.

"You trust me?" he asks as if he could read your mind and you hum with an eager nod of your head, to which he responds with a one sided smirk.

"I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt before, I promise" he says before starting to kiss your lips again.

Before you could think of arching your back or lifting your hips to create some kind of friction, Chan brings his weight down and rolls his hips onto yours, his huge bulge and the hard feel of his jeans rubbing against your clit so deliciously you moan right into his mouth and he swallows it whole.

A few more rolls of his hips has you thinking you're really going to cum from him grinding onto you, but he pulls away just seconds before so that he can finally pull down his jeans and boxers and you take the chance to remove your drenched panties as well, before he goes back to hovering over you.

You catch a glimpse of how his dick jumps free from being held in tight jeans, so big and heavy that it doesn't even stay standing upright against his stomach but rather hangs relatively low, its size painfully large and tip as red as a rose.

You don't realize that you swallowed once you saw his impressive size, you've never seen such a huge dick in your life before, "I'll go slow, just tell me if you need me to stop," Chan says once he notices the panic in your eyes and reassures you with a gentle stroke of his thumb on your cheek.

"Just say the words and I'll stop," he assures again.

"Chan, just please," you whine, your denied climax knocking on your front door impatiently. He chuckles and adjusts himself between your legs, but just when you think he's going to enter you without at least prepping you first, you feel a finger slowly slip inside, not struggling as your juices are practically dripping down your ass cheeks already.

"Fuck, you're tight," Chan says and after only one stroke inside of you, he enters with another finger, your head involuntarily throwing itself back and you gasp at the marvelous stretch.

"C-Channie, please, fuck me already," you plead, even though you know it's going to hurt that he hasn't prepped you well enough, you need to feel him inside of you, soon.

"I fucking love when you say my name like that," Chan whispers as he comes up to kiss you, using his soaked fingers with a few lazy strokes to spread your juices as lube.

"You ready?" he asks and you nod weakly, not really knowing exactly how much of his huge cock you'll be able to take.

You feel him line up with your entrance and ever so slowly, he enters inch by inch, taking his time but the struggle is evident in his knotted eyebrows and strained groans.

"Oh my god," you breath out at the painful yet sweet stretch, earning a needy groan from the elder.

"Tell me - hng - when you're ready, fucking hell" his voice is high pitched and eager, and you can tell he's holding back with everything inside of him.

You pull him down to kiss him, tugging at his pouting bottom harshly which results in a hiss from him, he looks down with knitted eyebrows to watch his cock being buried inside of you, but not fully because he's enormous, and you take the chance to whisper in his ear that's right by your mouth, "Fuck me, Channie".

He looks back up at you and the desperation in his eyes makes you want to go feral.

He nods slowly, breathing heavily as he tries to prevent himself from railing into you, pulling out slowly and thrusting in, "Hah, ah - you're so fucking tight that it hurts," Chan whimpers, and you watch his face as he sinks out of you and thrusts back in, his eyes slightly rolling back into his head.

"You feel i-incredible Chan," you praise him as best you can, but your rapid breathing doesn't exactly allow you speak properly.

Chan gives a few more slow thrusts, as if he needs more time to adjust than you, before he finally begins to pick up pace, gripping the arm rest of the couch beneath your head so hard that you can see his arms flex on top of you.

You whimper as he hits your cervix, pain mixing with pleasure like you've never felt before, "That's it baby girl, take me, ahh" he praises and you're sure the groan that comes after that is because he can feel you clench at his dirty words.

Chan begins to set a faster pace, whimpers and desperate moans leaking from both of your mouths as he fights hard not to cum too soon, you dig your nails into his back and drag your hands down as you try to pull him closer to you, "Fuck! D-dont do that, please, I'm gonna cum," he whines, and you contemplate doing it again just so that you can see his pretty face twisted in desperation again, but halts his hips and sits up and you think it's because you pushed him too far, but it's actually just so that he can place a thumb on your clit and start rubbing circles.

A long, drawn out moan comes from your mouth as you roll your eyes back, "No, keep looking at me baby, I want to see you when you cum," Chan says breathlessly and you force your eyes open, he starts to thrust his hips into you again, his filthy words combined with the harsh snapping of your hips and his thumb doing laps on your clit sending you over the edge into the most electrifying, soul-numbing orgasm you've ever had.

"Chan, I-I'm fucking cumming" you curse as your orgasm rips through your whole body, sending shivers into every muscle.

"That's it baby, let go for me," he encourages and after a few more circles drops himself onto his elbows and holds you in missionary position.

Your body starts to shake with delightful overstimulation, Chan chasing his own high and you figure he might need encouragement too, so you sink your nails deep into his ass and drag your fingers upwards, "Ahh, no - don't, please. " he pleads, but your nails dig deeper and it draws high pitched, breathless whimpers from the elder as he too let's himself go inside of you, his cum making you feel warm and the already irregular, sloppy thrusts even slicker as his head drops onto your chest and the both of you pant to catch your breath.

"That was insane," he says once he's able to breathe again and you hum in agreement.

You'll tell him at another stage that this was your first time, right now, as he lays limp in your arms with his fingers drawing circles in your sides, you don't exactly want to disturb the almost sleeping baby of a man on top of you.

Herbie (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Mechanic!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Smut | Some Fluff | Strangers to Friends to Lovers Word Count: ~10k | AO3 Synopsis: Chris was the best mechanic you’d ever met. He was good at his craft, capable of bringing your dingy car back to life time and time again. He was, also, excellent at riling you up just by existing, which wasn’t the best when you were absolutely convinced he just wanted to be friends with you. But maybe, just maybe, he’d prove you wrong. [You can find part two here]. Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · reader is clueless · personification of an inanimate object (the car is referred to by name and male pronouns sometimes) · improper use of car related vocabulary probably (author is clueless on the topic, they don’t even know how to drive) · discussions of weight and usage of the word fat (in a very neutral manner) · Christopher is Stronk · special guest appearance: Jisung.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author’s Note: mechanic!chan was suggested by an “anon” (👀), after they watched this performance, and i felt inspired by the suggestion, so i decided to write a little something for it. a little something that somehow managed to gather more words than i ever expected, as usual. anyway, hope it doesn’t disappoint :^)

fun fact: i dreamt once that i wrote a fic called herbie, so i guess the prophecy has been fulfilled now.

Smut Warnings: the reader has an oral fixation · the reader has sexually charged thoughts (i can’t blame her) · pet names (baby, babe, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, etc) · lots of praising (it’s a staple in my chan fics at this point, oops) · praise kink · strength kink if you squint? · oral [M&F.Rec] · deepthroating/mouth fucking · protected penetration [piv].

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Christopher Bang. 

The man who’d saved your ass countless times in the past handful of months. The man who’d been plaguing your thoughts since the very first moment you entered his repair shop.

And to think it was your older brother’s fault. ‘Get a second-hand car’, he said. ‘It’s cheap and super reliable’, he said. ‘Yes, of course it’ll be fine’, he said. Your brother was, ultimately, full of bullshit. You’d never trust his opinion ever again.

Getting a second-hand car was quite possibly the worst financial decision you’d ever taken.

At first you’d been incredibly excited. You even named it Herbie, after the famous car that was… Well, called Herbie. 

With Herbie, you’d be able to get to work faster, you’d no longer have to stay in uncomfortable social situations just because you were waiting for your ride for the night to take you home, you’d no longer have to balance grocery bags on your tiny bicycle, you’d be independent. 

For two months, you were living your best life with Herbie. But then he started showing The Signs.

It started with the AC not turning on, then, the wipers wouldn’t wipe, until eventually, he shut down completely. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, had it not happened while you were driving on the fucking highway. To say you were pissed was an understatement. That day, when that happened, you were fortunate enough to be with your friend, Jisung. 

Not only did Jisung calm your fit of rage, but he also told you he had a friend who fixed cars for a living. ‘He’s very reliable. He won’t overcharge you, really. I vouch for him, trust him with my life at this point’, which, honestly, finding a mechanic these days that wasn’t trying to find problems that weren’t there to overcharge you was hard, so you took Jisung’s advice and took Herbie to Wolfgang: Repair Shop.

That was where you saw Chris the first time.

You could still remember the exact moment your eyes landed on him. Although, to be fair, the first thing you saw were his boots peeking out from below a car.

“Hello?” You heard a thud after you greeted the pair of legs, followed by a very graceful ‘fuck!’.

“Just one second!” He slid from under the car, and when he stood from the creeper, you honestly weren’t prepared.

Broad shoulders, strong, defined arms, a mess of curls on his head, plush, pink lips, and that nose. Jisung had forgotten to give you the most important detail about his friend, the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous. Even with the oil coating his exposed arms, hands, and the smudge on his cheek, he was probably one of the finest specimens you’d ever seen.

“Can I help you?” He smiled, and God, he had dimples, too. Of fucking course he had to have dimples…

“I’m–I–” You were embarrassing yourself, barely even capable of forming a coherent sentence, all as he looked at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. So you got your bearings, taking a deep breath. “My car keeps dying on me. I’m a friend of Jisung’s, he told me to come to you”.

“Oh!” His eyes widened and he honestly looked beyond surprised. “You are Jisung’s friend?” There was a slight tone of disbelief in his voice, and the way he looked you up and down honestly confused you a bit. Was there a problem with your outfit? It was a bit warm out and this was a nice, comfortable dress… Maybe you were supposed to wear something different to a car repair shop? Maybe it was one of those social rules no one talked about but you were supposed to just know they existed. 

Regardless, you decided to ignore the thought altogether, because he started talking again. “I’m Chris. I’d offer my hand, but I don’t think you’d like to get yours covered in motor oil”, he chuckled, wiping his hands on a rag that hung from his belt, and it genuinely made you smile. “C’mon, let’s take a look at your car and see what we can do. Hm?”

That was how it all started. Chris was polite, he certainly knew his way around these things, and every time you had a problem with Herbie you went to his shop. At some point, you became well acquainted with him, it was impossible not to when Herbie kept dying practically every other week, and when Chris was just so friendly.

You enjoyed spending time at the shop with him, and sometimes you wondered if you were being weird or annoying by staying a bit longer than any customer probably would, but Chris seemed to be just as engaged in the conversation as you were every time, so that spark of doubt in you always died very quickly. 

After a couple of months, Chris simply handed you a piece of paper. ‘Here’s my number. Text me whenever you need’.

And you did. Although, you took a while to text him. You finally did it only because Herbie had started to leak water; after all, that was what he had given you his number for. But it seemed like after that Chris and you just… Started to talk about other things, completely unrelated to Herbie.

“You slut, who you texting with that smile on your face? Did you finally get yourself a man?” Jisung teased you one day when you were hanging out with him, supposedly watching movies.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “As if. You know the only thing I attract are mosquitoes, and it’s only because they want to suck my blood. It’s just Chris. He sent me this funny video of Wolfgang, wanna see?”

Wolfgang was Chris’ dog, an overly excited husky that seemed to be a walking disaster. You told Chris once in passing that you liked dogs, that it cheered you up whenever you saw them do their Dog Things, and since then he started to send you pictures or videos of his dog regularly, which you highly appreciated, they did bring up your mood every time.

Jisung blinked at you. “Christopher Bang? My friend Chris?”

“Yeah? Which other Chris do we both know?” You returned your eyes to your phone, chuckling at a meme Chris had just sent you.

“What’s he sending you? Lemme see”, Jisung grabbed your phone out of your hands, ignoring your protests altogether. “Huh… Would you look at that…”

“Why are you scrolling? Stop that, it’s a private conversation”, you lunged at your friend, trying to get the phone out of his hands. After a bit of jostling he finally relented, and you huffed as you diverted your attention back to the chat with Chris.

Jisung called your name, and you looked up from your phone to your friend, seeing his confused face. “You… You do know he’s flirting with you, right?”

“What?” You laughed at that. “Don’t be ridiculous”.

“I’m being serious”, Jisung turned to face you fully on the sofa, looking at your face very intently. He was quiet for a moment, but then he was gasping–rather dramatically, if you might add. “Oh my God! You haven’t noticed!”

“There’s nothing to notice, Jisung. Chris isn’t flirting with me, don’t be silly”, you chuckled just at the thought. As if the Christopher Bang would be flirting with you.

“You seriously can’t be this dense”, Jisung scoffed, turning back to the movie. “You do you, then. I’m telling you, though. He’s one hundred percent flirting with you”.

How ludicrous. Chris had shown zero interest in you for as long as you’d known him. You were sure he only saw you as a friend at best, and that was only because you were on ‘sending memes’ basis now, before you were just his customer with the dingy car that kept needing repairs. 

You’d admit, though, that after a handful of months, Chris had become a really close friend. He’d text you every morning without fail. Most of the time, he’d send you a picture while he was walking his dog. It could be a picture of Wolfgang, or a picture of the sunrise, or a selfie–those were the hardest ones to look at, to be honest. 

At some point, you realised you had developed a crush on him, and looking at his face in those selfies, still a bit swollen with sleep, with his hair a bit tousled, or with a beanie over his head covering his eyebrows, looking incredibly cuddly, wasn’t helping you cope much.

Sometimes he’d text you while he was in the gym, too. Which would’ve been fine, had he not also started to send you selfies when he was there. They were never anything too revealing, he’d always be fully clothed, but the sight of his reddened hands, his bulging veins after lifting, his flushed face, and just overall sweaty form was just something you didn’t need. It always heated you up, made you suddenly feel like your mouth was just too empty, it’d made your mind wander into very dangerous, and very horny territory. 

It was already hard enough to watch Chris work on Herbie. Whenever he did and you were at the shop, you’d start to fixate on the way the muscles of his exposed arms moved, or how his ass looked when he was bending over the motor to do whichever magic he needed to do, it always made you wonder if he’d be able to perform that magic on you, if his hands would touch you as delicately but as precisely as they did with Herbie’s components, or how it’d be like if you were the one bending over the bonnet, preferably with him just right behind you… Regardless, seeing him also at the gym through his pictures was just too much. He’d sometimes ask you weird questions while he was there, too, which always left you a bit confused.

‘mind if i ask what’s your weight? you dont have to tell me if you dont want to, i’m just curious. i’m trying to bulk up, you see. mine’s…’ You didn’t particularly have a problem with the question itself, you just found it odd that he asked you that out of the blue, and for a brief moment you wondered if he’d been trying to say you were fat–which wouldn’t have been the first time that happened to you, having lived most of your life as person with extra fat on their body for what was considered ideal in this society’s standards had already numbed you to questions like these.

You hadn’t told him right away, you simply sent him a ‘why? are you gonna tell me to lose weight? lol’ to which he replied a string of messages in quick succession ‘oh god no. far from that, you’re perfect just as you are honestly. i’m just curious cuz i want to get to…’ He’d go on about his goals and what-not, and you decided to humour him, since it genuinely didn’t seem like he was trying to make fun of you, he actually never brought up the topic again after that.

Chris wasn’t just handsome, he was also cute, and a bit of a dork. A dork with extensive knowledge in cars and each of their components, but with even more extensive knowledge in pokemon and each and every single type.

‘Ice is strong against dragon and ground, you see? So I have to fight this Garchomp with a pokemon that can do ice attacks, but that can also withstand his attacks, like Gyarados, you know?’ The first time Chris pulled an explanation like that, while he was still covered in Herbie’s oil, you understood why he was friends with Jisung. They were both just dorks. Gym rats and dorks. The oddest combination you could possibly think of, but somehow it just added to their charm. To Chris’ charm specifically.

That balance of his technical knowledge, his hotness, and his dorkness, coupled with just how good of a person he genuinely was–always willing to help, always ready to stand his ground for things he believed in–only made you fall stupidly deeper for him. But you decided to keep these feelings to yourself, you liked having Chris by your side, not only because he was the only one who seemed to be able to bring Herbie back to life, but also because he was just a good friend, and you were sure that if you confessed your feelings things just wouldn’t be the same.

Taking Herbie out these days was always a gamble. You never knew when he was going to break down, but sometimes you really had to take a leap of faith. Most of the time it all went fine, but today, it seemed like he wasn’t in a mood to cooperate. Herbie had decided that breaking down in the middle of nowhere at twenty hours on a Friday was the best idea, which left you on the brink of frustrated, angry tears. 

So, obviously, you called the only person you knew could help you in this situation.

“You alright?” Chris asked as soon as he arrived and stood in front of where you were leaning on your car. “Oh, God. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“I’m just so fucking done with this car”, you brought your hands to your face, sobbing once the frustration that had built inside of you couldn’t be contained anymore.

“Hey…” You felt Chris’ body heat practically envelop you when he moved into your space, and, had you not been crying like a baby, you’d probably feel a bit flustered about it. “Are you– Can I– Do you want a hug?”

You just nodded–still covering your face with your hands–because of course you wanted a hug. You were trembling with your quiet sobs, so a hug sounded like absolute heaven at this moment, and when Chris finally leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you to him, the fact that Herbie had left you stranded in the middle of nowhere seemed so insignificant now.

Chris was so incredibly warm. The way he softly caressed your back helped ease your trembles, and, eventually, the tears stopped, too. So you finally moved your hands away from your face, bringing your arms around his waist to hug him as well, just as you buried your face on his shoulder–probably leaving small puddles of tears on the fabric of his boilersuit.

That was when you noticed his attire. Similar to how he dressed when he was at the shop, but clearly completely clean. His boilersuit even smelt like his fabric softener still, and… Was he wearing perfume?

You pulled yourself a bit from him, and his calloused hands cradled your face immediately to wipe your tears with his thumbs. You could feel heat spread on your cheeks as he did.

Chris was so close to you still, the heat of his palm on your cheeks seeped into you, shooting straight to your fluttering heart. He truly was incredibly handsome, and as you looked him in the eyes the words left your mouth before you could even think twice about them.

“Wow. Your eyelashes are so pretty”.

A look of surprise crossed Chris’ features, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob, right before he pulled his hands away from your face and opened the driver’s door of your car, giggling. Giggling in that utterly Christopher way he always did.

“Well, yours are, too”, he said while he pulled the lever near the wheel to release the safety latch so he could open the bonnet of your car.

For a moment, you could’ve sworn his ears were red, and you wondered briefly if he might’ve been feeling warm with his boilersuit on, since it was warm tonight, which was why you had decided to wear a dress in the first place. “Were you at the shop when I called?”

“Was on my way”, Chris rounded your car, finally standing in front of it and opening the bonnet. “Ahh, Herbie. You’d certainly seen better days, haven’t you, buddy?” He took his phone from his pocket, switched on the torch, and handed it to you. “Could you hold this for me? Please?”

“Why were you going to the shop this late?” You asked as you pointed the light towards Herbie’s insides.

“Was gonna work on the bike. Angle this a bit, please”, Chris took your hand, angling it however he needed it so he could see whatever it was he needed to see–for you he might as well had been doing dark magic on your car. You saw him push cables around like he knew what each of them was for, which he surely did, this was his livelihood, after all, but it all just looked the same to you, so you were immensely relieved that he was able to help you out tonight.

“You fix cars all day and still have the drive to work on your bike in the evening?” You chuckled, just as Chris moved your hand to point the light somewhere else.

“You’d be surprised how much drive I can have when I’m doing something I like”, there was a smile on his face as he said it, and honestly you couldn’t help but believe him. Just like you couldn’t help but wonder what else he could like that’d fuel that drive of his… “Alright, we’re gonna have to jumpstart it. Gimme a sec”.

Chris left your side for a moment, and he returned almost immediately after with a jumper cable in his hands. Once he had attached it to his 4X4’s and Herbie’s battery, he instructed you to go back to the driver’s seat and to turn the ignition at his signal.

You did as asked, and as soon as you did Herbie came back to life, making you heave a sigh of relief. Chris appeared by your door a few seconds after. “Let’s go to the shop, yeah? I don’t think he’ll make it much further, to be honest”.

And honestly, you didn’t think your car would make it far, either. So you followed Chris’ 4X4 out of the area and through the familiar roads to his repair shop. You couldn’t help but feel immensely grateful, not only because he was helping you now, but because he always did it. Whenever you’d needed him, he’d always been there, which did nothing to appease the ever growing feelings you had for him.

When you made it to Chris’ shop, he simply opened the gate to the garage and signalled you to come in. You got off your car as soon as it was parked, just as Chris was unzipping his boilersuit, revealing his black vest top underneath and his admittedly mouthwatering arms as he tied the top part of the garment around his waist.

“Thank you, Chris. Really”, you told him as soon as he stood in front of you, handing him Herbie’s keys when he opened his palm.

“Oh, please”, he waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought, as if what he did was something not even worth thanking him for. “I’m glad you called, I would’ve felt really bad if I couldn’t have helped you with this”, he gave you a smile, one of his blinding smiles that made his dimples appear on his cheeks and his eyes disappear, and you suddenly felt your cheeks warm up and like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

Chris made sure to place a wedge behind each of Herbie’s wheels just so the car was secure in place, and then turned to you. “Come with me”.

He guided you to the sink by the corner of the shop. Pumping some soap into his hands and opening the tap, he started to generously lather the suds all over his hands. 

“Come here, you need to wash your hands, too”, Chris took your hands in his, getting them all soapy, making sure to spread the soap between each of your fingers, going as far as to rub your hands between his, or lace his fingers with yours to fulfil the task.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Chris, I didn’t touch anything”.

“You sure?” He chuckled, but his motions didn’t stop. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, no?”

“I guess”, you didn’t think your cheeks could’ve felt any hotter. You seriously hoped it wasn’t that noticeable.

After thoroughly rinsing your hands under the tap, he gave you a clean rag to dry them on just as he motioned for you to follow him again. So you did, walking past his half restored bike and into his office.

Chris placed Herbie’s keys on the designated case that corresponded to the number in which you had parked your car, and then turned to the minifridge. “You want a soda?”

“Sure”, you took the glass bottle from him as soon as he opened it and handed it to you. You always found it odd that he had glass bottles and not cans, considering how little space he had in that fridge. When you asked him about it once Chris simply went on about how ‘cans just don’t taste the same! The soda tastes so much better when it’s drunk from a bottle’, and as soon as he said that you just couldn’t untaste it anymore. Glass bottles were, ultimately, superior.

“‘Suppose I’ll get an uber”, you sighed after you took a sip of your drink, walking a bit so you could lean against the wall.

“An uber? Nonsense, I’ll drive you home, don’t worry”, Chris took a sip of his drink, just as he leaned on his desk.

“Aw, c’mon. You already went out of your way to rescue me. I don’t wanna take more of your time”.

Chris scoffed. “Don’t make me beg”.

“I wouldn’t dare”, you chuckled, although you were suddenly curious of what would happen if you did make him beg… “But what about your bike?”

“The bike won’t be ready anytime soon. The only reason I was coming here was because I was restless at home. Now I’d much rather spend some time with you, to be honest”, Chris took a sip of his drink again, and suddenly holding his gaze felt like too much, but the way your eyes decided to focus on his Adam’s apple moving with every sip he took wasn’t that much easier.

“You know…” Chris said after a few moments of silence, pulling your eyes back up from where they had been glued to his neck. “I think it might be time for you to consider letting Herbie go. It’s been months, and I honestly don’t think I can save him”.

You sighed. “I know… But I fear I’ve grown attached to the damned thing. Besides, wouldn’t you lose your most regular customer?” You added the last part with a chuckle, taking a sip of your drink right after.

Chris chuckled. “So you’re saying you only talk to me ‘cause of Herbie?”

You almost choked on your drink. “N–no. Of course not. You’re a good friend, Chris. Truly”. 

He placed his drink on the desk, and a smirk made its way onto his face. “Just a good friend?”

“Uhh… A great friend?” You laughed softly, drinking some more of your soda.

Chris went silent for a moment. As you saw him worry at his bottom lip and looking anywhere but where you were standing, you wondered if you had said something wrong. That was, until he chuckled.

“I don’t think I’m a good friend, to be honest”, he crossed his arms over his chest, bouncing his leg a bit. “Good friends don’t secretly hope for their friend’s car to break down so they’d call them for help”. 

You were just bringing your bottle to your lips, but his words made you stop in your tracks. “What?”

Chris looked at you for a moment. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but then he was tipping his head to the side and laughing. “God, I seriously didn’t believe Jisung at first, but you really are dense for some things, aren’t you?” 

“I am… So confused right now”.

Chris shook his head a bit, and he walked closer to you. “Let me tell you a secret…” He got into your space, close enough that you could smell his perfume, and the proximity made you swallow the saliva that seemed to have suddenly pooled in your mouth. Leaning into you, he brought his mouth to your ear, whispering. “I really, really like you”.

You blinked, and you honestly felt like your brain had short-circuited. “You… What?”

No way was Christopher Bang telling you he liked you. There was just no way. You would’ve noticed… You would’ve, right? You definitely would’ve… Wouldn’t have you noticed?

Suddenly you remembered Jisung. How he’d tried to tell you multiple times throughout the past few months that Chris was flirting with you, that you should shoot your shot, but you honestly had never believed him, because it seemed just so ridiculous to you that Chris could even look at you in that light.

“I’ve, uh… Liked you for a while. A long, long while”, Chris pulled himself away from your space completely, and he looked at your face for a moment. A moment that you stayed completely silent, still trying to process the fact that Chris liked you… And for a while now.

You saw his brows furrow as he chewed on his bottom lip. Then he was speaking again. “I just… Couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore. When we hugged earlier I realised I wanted to do that more, and that I should probably grow a pair and tell you already. I’d like to take you on a date, if you want, but I can understand if you don’t want to…”

He was rambling. A lot. Saying a lot of things. This was the Nervous Chris you’d only seen a couple of times, the Nervous Chris whose coping mechanism was just to jump to conclusions and talk in a single breath. Suddenly, it all seemed to click into place. The good morning texts, the selfies, the late night talks at the shop after Herbie had died on you time and time again, it was so clear to you now.

“If you don’t like me back that’s fine, you can just say so, I won’t take it to hear–”

You kissed him.

It was barely anything. Just a peck on the lips, but it was enough to shut him up, enough to make his eyes go wide in surprise, and, to your own selfish delight, enough to bring a delicate blush to his cheeks.

“I like you, too”, you said simply, still a bit shocked by his confession, a bit shocked by your confession coming out of your own mouth. You honestly never thought you’d be able to say that to him out loud, but you did. Just like he had.

Chris looked stunned for a bit. But that stunned look didn’t last long, it quickly turned to something else, something raw and incredibly alluring. Stepping into your space again, he brought a hand to the back of your head, holding you in place just as his other hand took the bottle from your hands to place it on the tool cart next to you, right as his lips found yours.

This kiss was nothing like the peck you’d given him. It was loaded with need and want and lust. So much of all of it you couldn’t even believe how blind you’d been. Every press of his lips against yours kindled the fire that started to burn in the pit of your stomach. When his hand joined the other cradling your head, you just couldn’t help the small whimper that came out of your mouth, and that tiny noise seemed to have spurred Chris on, enough to press you flush against the wall as his tongue made its way inside your mouth, as your arms wrapped around his waist.

Heat was spreading quickly inside of you, and you were starting to feel lightheaded–whether it was due to the shock, or due to how Chris was pressing you against the wall, or due to the motions of his kiss and the lack of oxygen, you weren’t too sure. One of your hands laid palm flat on the small of his back, while the other pressed between his shoulder blades, and the hum that came out of his mouth seemed to have travelled all the way to your heart, making it beat even faster in your chest.

Chris detached his mouth from yours, only for a moment, enough to talk. “Does this mean…” He pressed another kiss on your lips. “That you’d like…” And another. “To go on a date?” This kiss lasted a bit longer than the others, it lasted until you nodded your head.

“Yes”, you pressed a kiss on his lips, just as your arms moved to loop around his neck and his wrapped around your waist, keeping you impossibly closer to him. “Would love to”.

He hummed again, and he immediately resumed the soft movement of his lips on yours. Keeping you tight against him for a while. Until it seemed like his brain had caught up with him. 

“We should probably stop”, but he didn’t stop kissing you, just like you didn’t, either. You just couldn’t get enough of his full lips on yours, of his tongue pushing against yours.

“Do you want to?” Your fingers made their way through the curls at the back of his head, holding the strands between them just how you’d dreamt to do so many times throughout the past handful of months.

“God, no”, and you believed him, not only because of how desperate he sounded when he said it, but also because he just kept kissing you, talking in between quick pecks of his lips. “But I don’t want… To make it seem… Like this is all I want… You know?”

You knew. You knew because you were thinking exactly the same thing. You could feel him against your pubic bone, hard, warm, and it all made you incredibly wet, maybe embarrassingly so. But this was Chris, it was hard to feel embarrassed with him, which was part of the reason why you had developed feelings for him in the first place.

You hummed, just to let him know that you understood what he was trying to say without removing your lips from his. As you kissed him, as you felt him and his warmth, your mind started to cloud a bit. The mix of his motions, of the months and months of pining for him, and the even more months of self-inflicted celibacy clearly made it so logical thinking wasn’t your strongest attribute at this time.

“Would you still… Take me on a date… If I sucked you off right now?” The words flew past your mouth between kisses, too fast for you to even think twice and stop them.

“Shit…” Chris pulled himself away from your lips completely, looking you in the eyes. As you took in the flush on his face, his plush, kiss-bitten lips, and his blown pupils, you couldn’t help but think just how incredibly beautiful he looked like this. “Are you being serious?”

“Dead serious”, your chest was heaving, and your fingers carded through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails, making Chris bite his lip and take a deep breath.

“Of course I would. I’d take you to the fucking moon even if I got it wet right now”.

You chuckled at that, and pressed a brief kiss on his lips. “A date is enough, babe”.

“Babe, huh?” Chris took a deep breath, just as you pushed him away from you a bit, enough to have space so you could drop to your knees, uncaring of your bare skin touching the floor. All you could care about was the outline of his length against his clothes when you pressed your hand on it.

“Sorry, you don’t like ‘babe’?” You looked up at him, right in the eyes, just as you untied the sleeves of his boilersuit from around his waist.

“I like it a lot, actually”, there was a bit of a smug smirk on his face, and it had you licking your lips.

Just as you were about to pull the bottom of his suit further down, he brought a hand to one of yours, diverting your eyes back up to his. His gaze had softened, and the smile on his face coupled with that look in his eyes made you flush further. “You don’t have to, seriously. Don’t feel obligated to do it”.

“I don’t”, you reassured him. “I want to do it. Badly. But only if you want it, too”.

“Fuck… I do. So bad”, he licked his lips, and he moved his hand away from yours to place it on your head instead. “You’ve got no idea how much, shit…”

So you resumed your motions, tugging his bottoms along with his underwear, enough for his length to spring free of its confinements. You weren’t surprised with the sight, honestly. A pretty face like his surely came with a pretty cock, too. So of fucking course it was pretty, especially so as precum pooled at its tip, especially when it looked just so delectably hard. It was a bit on the girthier side, but nothing too crazy, nothing you couldn’t handle. If anything, it just made your mouth water, and you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Shit…” You took him in your hand, spreading around the bead of precum that had collected on his tip to give him a couple of tentative pumps, making him swear under his breath and bite his bottom lip. “How do you like it?”

“Fuck… Sloppy. Make it as wet as you can, the messier the better”, the words flew past his lips, completely shamelessly, almost as if he didn’t even need to think about them. Chris seemed to be transfixed on the sight of your hand working his length, and you took that opportunity to spit on it, making him groan while you started to coat him in your saliva.

So you delayed no further, dying for a taste, and a taste you got. As soon as your lips wrapped around his tip Chris swore. Loudly. He threw his head back and his fingers seemed to tighten a bit on your head, but he didn’t move you, he let you keep the pace as you saw fit. You started slow, holding him by the base and just bobbing your head for your lips to repeatedly catch on the ridge of his head and for your tongue to rub against the frenulum on the underside, taking him deeper into your mouth with every other stroke.

The moment you opened your eyes and your gaze found his, your inner walls involuntarily clenched around nothing, and suddenly you felt like you needed some relief. But you ultimately decided to keep your focus on Chris, on his lustful gaze, on his furrowed brows, on his gentle hold on your head, and the grunts and groans threatening to come out of his mouth, dampened by the way his teeth trapped his bottom lip.

He wanted it messy and sloppy, so you were ready to give it to him messy and sloppy. It’d been a while since you’d done this, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. With a deep breath, you took him in deeper, breaching past the initial resistance for him to ease into your throat.

“Oh, fuck… You’re kidding… Shit…” Chris threw his head back, letting the most delicious noises out of his mouth, almost making you lightheaded with how aroused his heavy cock in your mouth coupled with his blissed out sounds got you.

You took your time slurping him up, uncaring if saliva dribbled out of your mouth as you worked against your gag reflex, feeling tears quickly collect in the corner of your eyes. When you felt confident enough with your motions, you brought your hand to his that held your head in place, while you placed the other on his hip, holding him tightly. 

“You want me to move, pretty? Fuck your perfect little mouth?” You nodded in response, humming around his length.

Slowly, he started to thrust into your mouth. Chris was being extremely careful, being mindful of every controlled push of his hips, but even with his slow pace, you couldn’t help but moan as soon as he started moving, making him groan in response. That was when you finally gave into your own desires, moving your hand away from his that lay on your head to bring it under your dress so you could press circles on your clit over your underwear, eliciting broken whimpers from your mouth.

“Shit, look at you…” Chris looked fucked out of his mind already, with his heaving chest and the increasing pace of his hips. You were sure you weren’t looking any more collected than he was, especially when you started to feel tears finally fall from the corner of your eyes every time you blinked.

With one particularly precise thrust of his hips, Chris’ length went in further than you were used to, essentially choking you on his cock, making you gag harshly. Chris pulled his length out of your mouth, and you gasped for air immediately.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, so fucking good with that mouth… Come here, beautiful”, Chris helped you to your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist once you were standing on your feet and pressing kisses all over your cheeks. You were still panting a bit, flushed from exertion, but Chris kissed you anyway, and you kissed him back, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “Need to taste you”, he mumbled between pecks of his lips. “Please, please, please let me eat you out”.

You just nodded, very eagerly if you might add. But you honestly couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed about it, not when Chris begged so fervently for it. Just the thought of seeing him between your legs had you already clenching with need.

While you kissed, Chris removed his arms from your waist. You felt him fumble with his underwear and his boilersuit, hastily wrapping it around his waist, and before you could even register what he was doing, he was taking a hold of your ass and scooping you into his arms.

“Chris, fuck, wait. I’m heavy as hell”, you were slightly alarmed, but your legs wrapped around his waist for stability anyway just as you held onto his shoulders.

“Heavy?” Chris chuckled, moving towards his desk. “Baby, I can lift almost thrice your weight”.

“You, what?” You asked, a bit confused–and also aroused, because, fuck, how strong was this man…–Chris pushed away some of the items on his desk to sit you on it, close to the edge. After all the revelations that had come to light earlier, it finally dawned on you. “Is that… Why you asked what my weight was all those months ago?”

“Of course! Needed to make sure that if I ever got a chance I was able to do everything I wanted”, he dropped to his knees, starting to press tender kisses up your shins. “Must admit I had to stop whole hip thrusts sets sometimes because I’d get so fucking hard halfway through, fuck”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, a hearty, and slightly incredulous laugh. “Holy shit. I genuinely thought you would tell me I had to lose weight at some point”.

“What? I’d never”, Chris chuckled, bringing his hands to your thighs, squeezing them. “I mean, it’s your body, you can do whatever you want, but know that I find you incredibly attractive however you look”, he moved his hands further up, right under the hem of your dress to finally hook his fingers on the waistband of your underwear. “Can I take these off, gorgeous?”

“Yes”, you giggled, feeling yourself heating up further just by his words and the feeling of his hands on your skin. With your hands on the desk you lifted your hips enough for him to slip the garment down your legs and off of you. He threw your underwear on the desk, and they landed somewhere behind you.

Bringing his hands back to your thighs, Chris rubbed circles with his thumbs for a second, only to finally move them further up, catching the hem of your dress and bringing it with him as he went. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden. That was, until he finally pushed your legs apart. With the way he swore under his breath and the way his eyes seemed to get impossibly darker as soon as he took sight of your seeping core, any nervousness seemed to have been obliterated, and you couldn’t help but feel just so incredibly wanted.

“Fuck… Even here, huh?” He threw your legs over his shoulders, and you felt yourself heat up in anticipation. “Plump, pretty… Shit…”

Desire pooled in the pit of your stomach, it was honestly almost pathetic how affected you felt just by the things he was saying and the sight of him between your legs.

“You know…” Chris pressed his lips to your inner thigh, sucking harshly, leaving marks on your skin, making you inhale a shaky breath. “This is the exact same dress you were wearing the first time you came into my shop”.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. “You remember what I was wearing?”

“Hm, ‘course I do”, he moved his attention back to your eyes, just as he pressed a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. “I’ve been dreaming of you in this fucking dress for months, baby…”

“You have?”

“I have”, one of his hands came to grip your thigh, while the other moved to your hip, giving you a hefty squeeze. “How do you like it, pretty? Or how do you not like it, for that matter?”

You licked your lips, suddenly transfixed by the sight of his lips brushing your skin. “Gentle sucks go a long way. I’m a bit, uh… Sensitive”.

“Sensitive, huh? ‘Course you are… Hold this for me, hm?” He took a hold of your hand and brought it to one of your thighs, just as he spread you open further, propping your foot on the desk. So you did as asked, keeping your legs open as he diverted his attention back to your heat. “Good girl… Just like that…”

As soon as he spread you with two of his fingers, and he dived, landing soft, tentative licks on your clit, you knew you were done for. Your whole body jolted a bit, and a soft whimper escaped your mouth. “Oh, fuck…”

Chris just hummed, moving to lick at your entrance, getting a taste of your essence with his brows pulled together, looking just so fucking delighted. Just the thought that he was genuinely enjoying himself got you moaning a bit louder under the quickening movements of his tongue, and as soon as his lips pressed on your clit, giving you those gentle sucks you had asked for, your mind just disconnected completely.

He took his time working you up, turning you to a whimpering mess just with his lips and his tongue, gradually increasing his tempo to build your upcoming release. Whenever he dipped lower to lick at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit with every movement of his head, he was essentially making out with your cunt and you would gladly let him do whatever and however he wanted. Your nerve endings were on fire, your toes curled with need, and your walls clenched with his unrelenting pace.

When he detached his mouth from your core you almost wanted to cry, but he only did it for a second, enough to ask a “Fingers, baby?” only to press his lips to your sensitive skin again, sucking your clit into his mouth and licking it with his tongue.

You weren’t sure if the ‘yes’ actually came out of your mouth, you vaguely only registered your eager nodding and the soft moan that escaped your lips as soon as you felt one of his digits at your entrance. Chris groaned against your skin as soon as he inserted the first finger to the knuckle, the vibration of the sound further fueling that fire in the pit of your stomach. He pumped his finger in tandem with his tongue on your clit, touching and prodding and gauging your reactions to his every move.

One particularly sharp nudge of his finger on your walls had you moaning a bit louder than you were before, and Chris seemed to have picked it up immediately, because he plunged a second finger right after and started pumping his digits in and out, hitting that sweet spot over and over while his lips gently sucked on your clit. You needed to have a hand on the desk to keep yourself up, to maintain some stability, so you shuffled your foot a bit and simply let go of your thigh to bring the hand that was holding it to his head, burying your fingers in his hair and pushing him further against you with a whimper.

Chris groaned as soon as your fingers threaded through his hair, immediately picking up the pace of his fingers and his tongue, bringing you further and further towards the edge, and God if you needed to tip over that edge… With how well he was working you up you felt your lower belly tighten with exertion, and your walls spasm more frequently around his fingers.

“Chris… Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking close, please–” You almost choked with the moan that came out of your mouth after you spoke, since Chris immediately started ramming his fingers into you harder, faster, just as his plush, now swollen lips kept sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

He was absolutely determined to give you your relief, and as soon as you were able to open your eyes and look at him, the look in his eyes, lustful, greedy, was enough to finally push you over the edge. Searing heat spread all over your body with your release, pure pleasure overflowed each and every one of your senses, making you perceive nothing but Chris, Chris, Chris, and his lips between your legs, and his hair between your fingers, and his fingers inside of you.

Chris’ motions didn’t relent until you were thoroughly satisfied, until you weakly pushed on his head with a ‘shit, baby, enough, please’ when he had you on the brink of oversensitivity. As soon as his mouth detached from your heat, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean before he finally stood up and caught your mouth in a heated kiss. The fact that you could taste yourself on his lips only seemed to spur you on further, making you whimper while you brought a hand to the back of his head and took a handful of his curls to finally get completely lost in the motions of his kiss.

“So pretty, fuck…” He mumbled when his mouth disconnected from yours, cradling your head in his hands as he smothered your face with kisses. “So fucking gorgeous when you come for me, shit…”

His borderline adoring words had you feeling tingly all over, somehow both making your heart swell in your chest and your walls involuntarily flutter even when they were still sporadically spasming from the after effects of your orgasm. When Chris kissed you again, you looped your arms around his neck just as his hands found your hips, pulling him flush to you, heaving chest against heaving chest, getting lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands kneading your flesh.

“Holy fuck”, you chuckled as soon as Chris’ lips parted from yours, and he followed suit, chuckling while he made his way to your neck, to press kisses all over your skin.

“Mmm, I know, right?”

Chris hugged you close, leisurely kissing and licking your neck and shoulders. His soft, lingering touches seemed to shoot straight to the deepest areas within your heart, and even though you’d just had a mind-numbing orgasm, you certainly wanted more. More of him.

“Chris?” You mumbled, hugging him a bit tighter.

“Mm?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then moved to take his earlobe between your teeth, tugging gently before you whispered, “want you”.

Chris took in a shaky breath, and he pulled himself away from your neck to look at your face. God, you wanted to kiss him, his flushed face and his swollen lips would be a sight that’d haunt your wettest dreams from now on, you just knew. 

He licked his lips. “We don’t have to, pretty”.

“Mm… You’re right, we don’t have to”, dragging one of your hands from his shoulders, down his chest, his abdomen, all the way to his length, you pressed your palm firmly, feeling him still hard under your grasp. “But do you want to?”

“Fuck, yeah, I want to”, Chris held your hips tighter, and you wondered if you’d see bruises tomorrow just as he placed a kiss on your lips. “I want you so bad”.

“You have me. Right here, baby. You can have me right here”, you mumbled against his lips, pressing a kiss there right after, just as Chris swore under his breath.

“Shit… Gimme a sec”, he detached himself from you, rounding the desk and pulling one of the drawers open, muttering to himself. “There were some here, I’m sure…”

You turned to look at him, oddly amused by the way he carelessly moved things around in his drawers. “What are you looking for?”

“Aha! These”, he pulled a three piece box of condoms, and he turned it around a few times in his hand with a frown on his face. “I seriously hope these aren’t expired…”

You chuckled at the sight of his focused face, amused, but also incredibly curious. “Why do you even have a box of condoms in your desk’s drawers? How many girls have you had in here?”

“Believe it or not, you’re the first one”, he chuckled, opening the package and taking one of the foil packets out, examining it closely for a moment, only to finally heave a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Not expired”.

With a smile on your lips, you quirked a brow at him, just as you watched him round the desk again to stand in front of you. He shrugged to your silent question, taking the foil packet between his teeth so he could untie the top of his boilersuit from around his hips and tug the rest and his underwear down enough so his length was free again, and you’d admit you got a bit distracted by the sight.

With the corner of the condom packet still held in place by his teeth, he finally tore it open, and you took the bit of foil that was still in his mouth to drop it somewhere on the desk while Chris carefully slid the condom down his length.

“You’d be surprised how many things a condom can be used for when working with cars. They’re always useful when you need to get creative and use whatever you have at hand”, Chris stood between your parted legs, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing.

“What kind of MacGyver bullshit is that?” You chuckled, but the sound quickly turned into a surprised yelp when Chris held you tightly and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk.

“They’ve always been helpful when I’ve needed them”, leaning into you, Chris placed a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a kiss just as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading your juices around and teasing your clit in the process, making you whimper into his mouth. “But I’ll be honest, I’ve never been more happy to have them at hand than I do right now”.

You brought a hand to play with the hair at the back of his head, pulling him for a brief kiss. “Put them to good use, then”.

“Demanding, are we?” Chris chuckled, but he lined himself with your entrance anyway, slowly easing his length into your heat. “Oh, shit…”

It was a stretch, alright, but he was being just so incredibly careful, and you appreciated it, you really did. But you were also incredibly desperate to be filled, so you wrapped your legs around his torso and pushed on his ass with your heel, urging him on, making him jut his hips further forward.

“Shit… Have mercy on me, will you?” He mumbled against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss on your skin while his now free hand made its way to your hip again, holding you tightly.

“Want you”, you replied simply, probably whinier and less demanding that you were trying to sound, but Chris complied with your request anyway, finally thrusting all the way in, making you gasp with just how incredibly full you felt.

“Want you, too”, he pressed his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. The thought of waking up tomorrow and seeing his marks on your neck or your hips made you flush impossibly further, even as he moved along to press kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulder. “Want you so bad I’m genuinely about to burst just by being inside you right now. Need a second”.

Bringing a hand to his cheek, you made him turn away from your shoulder to look at you, and the way he bit his lip before he leaned in for a kiss had you involuntarily clenching around him, eliciting a choked groan from his lips.

“Fuck, driving me nuts… Seriously, we’re gonna have… The best fucking date ever… You’ll see…” He mumbled his words between kisses, and it genuinely had you laughing, because of course he was still thinking about your future date. “C’mon, beautiful. Hold on to me”.

So you did, bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders, burying one of your hands in his hair, all while he placed one hand on the small of your back, and the other on the desk for stability. Finally, Chris moved, starting a rhythm with precise thrusts, making you gasp at the sensation of his length dragging against your walls, making him groan.

“Fuck, shit… That’s good. So good. Feel so fucking perfect around me, baby. Perfect”, with the increase of his tempo you could barely register the words coming out of his mouth, all you could do was whine while you nodded in agreement, hoping that he, too, would know how just incredibly good he felt inside of you.

The way Chris kissed you, almost desperate, the way he started to ram into you, stretching you so deliciously you were already starting to feel lightheaded, all combined had that little bit of sanity you had left in you leave your body entirely, finally letting you succumb to just your utmost primal need for pleasure. But more specifically, for pleasure you could share with Chris.

You honestly couldn’t tell how long you spent getting pounded to that desk, you could just feel Chris’ cock repeatedly splitting you open and his lips on yours and the words that he’d occasionally mumble against your skin, his words of praise and encouragement that had you once again feeling tingly all over, words that fed that pool of arousal inside of you, threatening to spill it all over. You vaguely registered words of your own leave your mouth, too. Words that seemed to spur him on, that seemed to pull blissed-out sounds from his lips and yours nonstop. 

“Lean back a bit for me, gorgeous”, and you couldn’t help but comply, removing one of your hands from his shoulders to place it behind you to lean on it, leaving just enough space between your bodies for Chris to sneak his hand between your bodies, finding your clit and drawing fervent circles on your already oversensitive bud, eliciting a moan from your lips as soon as he did. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby. Just like that, milk my cock just like that, huh…”

“Chris–” You honestly weren’t sure what you were even going to tell him, you could just feel your next high approaching increasingly fast, and you needed it. You needed it badly.

“It’s fine, pretty. Whenever you’re ready, just let go”, he mumbled the words against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss on it, a complete contrast to his sharp thrusts and the fast movement of his fingers between your legs. “Want to feel you so bad, fuck…”

“Shit–” With a few more flicks of his fingers on your clit, you finally got that sweet, sweet relief. The feeling spread all throughout your body, dragging sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure out of your mouth, making your legs shake from exertion as you tried to keep your hold around Chris’ torso.

Bringing both of his hands to your hips for leverage, Chris chased his own release, his grunts and groans getting lost in your mouth while he kissed you again. One, two, three thrusts and he was flush against you, shooting his load into the condom while he was buried as deep as he could within your warmth, a mix of his groans and your name and a colourful string of swears flying past his lips as he rode the waves of his ecstasy with minute rolls of his hips.

“Holy fuck”, he cradled your face in his hands, pulling you in for one more heated kiss while he came down from his high, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I agree”, you were panting a bit, breathless, leaning back on both of your hands as you tried to catch your breath.

Chris laughed, a hearty laugh that had a smile appearing on your face immediately. Taking a hold of the condom by the base of his length to make sure it was secure in place, he finally pulled out, carefully sliding it off of him, tying a knot and throwing it in the bin by his desk. You missed his warmth inside of you immediately.

Taking a roll of toilet paper from one of the tool carts nearby, he quickly cleaned any remnants of his release from his length before he was tucking it back into his briefs, finally wrapping the top of his boilersuit around his waist again. With more paper in hand Chris asked you to ‘please open up those pretty legs for me, hm?’ so he could clean you up, helping you back into your underwear right after.

As soon as you were standing back on your–admittedly unsteady–feet, Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a quick kiss on your lips only to move up and press another on your forehead. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay”, you chuckled, melting into his embrace. “Everything hurts, though. How’re you?”

“On cloud nine”, he replied simply, giving you one of his blinding smiles, making your heart race with the sight.

When Chris finally detached himself from you, he reached for the soda he’d taken out of your hands earlier, giving it back to you once you told him ‘I still want to drink it. Even if it’s not cold anymore, seriously’, and after a bit of back and forth he simply relented.

“Would you…” Chris started to ask, while he bent down to take the bag out of the bin. “Would you like to come to my place? I mean, I can take you to yours, too, that’s fine, but I figured, you know, you could stay over, and we could have dinner, and I can make you breakfast tomorrow, and I’m sure Wolfgang would love to see you, and we could cuddle to sleep, you know? But if you don’t want to, it’s fin–”

You took a hold of his hand, squeezing it in yours to stop his rambling. “I’d love to”.

Chris just giggled a bit, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and tugging you out of his office back to the garage once he’d switched off the light. When you were outside, you made your way to his 4X4, watching him chuck the small bin bag from his office into the bigger bin out in the garage and going through the motions of switching every light off in here, too.

As you watched him, your eyes drifted to Herbie, parked in his–by now–usual spot. Maybe Chris was right, maybe it was time you considered letting him go. He’d served you well for those two months at the beginning, and when you were in a pinch he was very forgiving, but his condition was unsustainable at this point.

As soon as Chris was by your side again he gave you a kiss for good measure, opening his 4X4’s passenger door for you. You just smiled at him, pressing one more kiss on his lips before you finally hopped in. Chris rounded the bonnet and started to very animatedly talk about a funny thing Wolfgang had done just this morning, gesturing with his hands while he recounted the event, making you laugh.

While Chris drove you two to his place, with soft music playing on the radio, with his hand occasionally shifting from the gear lever to squeeze your thigh, all while a light, easy conversation flowed between you two, you figured that Herbie might’ve been the worst financial decision you’d ever made, but at the very least, he’d brought you to Chris, so you really couldn’t hold a grudge against him, not when you felt so incredibly light and couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

You can find part two here

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