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you're an artist

you wear their hoodie

you have smaller hands than him

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you enjoy horror movies

picnic date with them

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BANG CHAN

bonding&&cookies

"the parents are talking!"

"i'm here"

CHANGBIN

future

anywhere

LEE KNOW

rabbit, minion&&hello kitty

FELIX

"sleep well"

nightmare

HAN

please don't stop the music!

mattress testing

slow-dancing

HYUNJIN

museum date with hyunjin

SEUNGMIN (coming soon!)

I.N

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hot chocolate

❥ bang chan x fem!reader

❥ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

❥ warnings: mention of food, slight mention of feeling like you’re too heavy

❥ word count: 4.4K

❥ A/N: hehe sorry for being inactive. i’m on vacation. but i thought id drop a lil teenie weenie fic for y’all 🥰 it’s like… kinda simple but hopefully you’ll like it? as usual, please reblog and leave feedback. it means so much to me.

this little idea was inspired by this lovely fic by @cieluvity ITS SO GOOD. all the little reactions for each member were so so entertaining and i really really hope you check their fic and their blog out!!

it all started with a little game or truth or dare at one of felix’s famous house parties, with all of your friends were sitting around the coffee table on sofas and bean bags, a spinning bottle deciding your fates.

after a pretty intense round of making jisung do 100 pushups while the others balanced random heavy objects on his back, things had gotten quiet for a moment until the bottle spun and landed in your direction, a devilish smirk spreading across several of your friends’ faces. two of them—felix and lalani—whispered among each other, the freckled boy giggling as she silently egged him on to execute his apparently “brilliant idea”.

‘alright y/n. truth or dare?’ asked felix, hands locked together as he leaned forward in his seat, staring at you with mischievous intensity, his lips pursed in an attempt to keep his expression neutral.

feeling a little concerned, you eyed your friends suspiciously. ‘why are you looking at me like that?’

‘just answer the question,’ lalani insisted. ‘truth…? or dare?’

your head tilted a little, the furrow in your brow deepening. why did she say “truth” like that? what was she going to get you to admit? was she– no… she wouldn’t.

would she?

you knew your friends were menaces but they wouldn’t force you to confess your crush over a game. but then again… they were menaces…

yep. she would.

you took a look at chris, who looked rather clueless, fingers drumming against the arm rest of the sofa as he glanced between you and felix. catching your eyes, he sent you a warm smile, making your heart race a little as you smiled back, and you wondered how he’d react if your friends were to suddenly tease you and expose your crush on him. just the mere thought made your stomach drop a little—nervous butterflies fluttering around. you two had been friends for ages and as much as you wanted him to know… you were too afraid to ruin a good thing going on. so, against your better judgement, you made a choice to protect yourself from embarrassment.

‘dare.’

wrong decision.

immediately your friends’ grins widened and a few of them huddled up, whispering something before snickering. pressing his lips together to appear serious, felix cleared his throat and turned to you.

‘alright y/n,’ he pursed his lips to stop himself from smiling too hard. ‘i dare you… to sit in chris’s lap for the rest of the night. until you have to go home.’

and there it was. the final blow to your fraying nerves, making them snap under the pressure, like power lines snapping and flailing about, sending sparks flying everywhere. your insides set alight, heat crept up your neck and settled in your cheeks.

oh… felix lee was a dead man.

‘wh– i am not doing that.’

‘if you don’t do that… you’ll have to do the forfeit.’

‘which is?’

‘text your crush,’ he shrugged.

‘that’s not fair!’

‘yes it is. i texted my crush,’ changbin chimed in innocently. he wasn’t in on the evil plan but he did have a knack for unknowingly playing devil’s advocate. shooting him a quick glare, you pouted.

‘that’s different.’

‘how so?’ asked felix as he sipped his coke, trying to hide a cheeky smile. you glared at the boy and he raised his eyebrows, challenging you. ‘well?’

well for starters, changbin’s crush wasn’t in the game and didn’t know what was happening. she wasn’t even that close to him. if you texted your crush (who was sitting literally on the sofa adjacent to yours) he would know immediately and that would be the end of your life (and your friendship with him) as you knew it! but of course… you could say that.

‘this is stupid,’ you crossed your arms. ‘you didn’t even ask chris for his consent. what if he’s uncomfortable?’

‘are you?’ felix turned to chris, catching the man off guard.

‘huh? o-oh um, n-no. but–’

‘he said no!’ the freckled menace cut in loudly, raising his glass.

‘wait hold on a second–’ chris attempted to salvage the situation, but you immediately cut in.

‘what if i’m uncomfortable?’ alright, maybe you weren’t that uncomfortable. maybe… it wasn’t such a bad dare. but you would die before telling any of your friends that. and regardless, it was still embarrassing and you were still a shy ball of nerves, and chris was still just a friend, nothing more. you didn’t want to put yourself through that.

‘it’s your dare~’ felix sang. ‘you gotta do it. or do the forfeit. them’s they rules.’

‘felix…’ you sighed with a whine and he stuck his tongue out, prompting you to throw a cushion at him, an annoyed frown on your face. instead of being upset though, he hugged the pillow and laughed.

‘alright, fine, y/n. if you’re too chicken, we can just move on…’ he drawled before taking another sip of his drink, and you glared at him.

biting your bottom lip, you stood up and walked towards the loveseat chris was sat on, the rest of your friends hollering and snickering in the background. your heart pounded against your ribcage as you approached him, eyeing his slightly flustered expression as he tried to keep a straight face, eyes struggling to hold your gaze.

‘are you sure this is okay?’ you asked as you stood in front of him, and he nodded softly.

‘i’m okay. but if you don’t want to… i can get them to stop.’

giggling a little, you shook your head. ‘it’s okay. i gave him a worse dare earlier. it’s only fair.’

you took a deep breath, and with an awkward smile, gingerly sat on the edge his thighs, a little closer towards his knees.

‘she did it!’ the little menace of the day cheered with a triumphant smile while the others clapped and whistled and shouted. ‘see, it wasn’t so hard,’ he teased, prompting you to flip him off.

felix lee was still a dead man. you were just waiting for the party to end.

while you sat there and plotted your revenge, two hands made their way to your waist, making you jump a little at the sudden sensation, eyes immediately snapping to glance behind you.

‘sorry, it’s just me,’ chris whispered, pulling his hands back.

‘no no, it’s okay. you just startled me,’ you smiled and adjusted your body a little, head turning to look at his face. ‘what happened? am i hurting you?’

‘no i was just going to ask if you were okay.’

you chuckled. ‘i should be asking you that. i’m not exactly light.’

he clicked his tongue. ‘not that heavy either. you sure you’re comfortable?’

you chewed on the inside of your lip. truthfully, you weren’t. with the way you were sitting, the beautiful man’s kneecaps were kind of digging into you, and you were sure it would leave a bruise if you sat like that for the rest of the night. besides, it was surely getting a little uncomfortable for him too.

so, swallowing your doubts and nerves, you asked: ‘can i move back a little?’

chris offered you a reassuring smile and nodded. he moved a little in his seat, finding a more comfortable position for himself and helped you sit properly on his thighs with your back flush against his chest. his arms moved to circle around your waist and he rested his chin against your shoulder. turning to look at him, he peered forward and flashed you a bright grin, calming your nerves as you rested your arms on top of his.

.

as the game went on, you found yourself feeling a little self conscious. the living room was full of laughter and chatter but all you could really think about was how tiring it must be for chris to have you in his lap. it had been almost 15 minutes, after all. and while he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist every now and then to reassure you that everything was okay, you were sure he was just being polite. it had to be exhausting. it just had to.

so, without any further deliberation, you broke away from his hold and stood up, his attention immediately diverting to you while the others barely noticed a thing. chris raised his eyebrows in concern, a little worried look on his face, and you shook your head with a soft smile, trying to ease his mind.

‘move a little to the right,’ you whispered and gestured with your hand, the man complying immediately, leaving some space between himself and the arm rest of the sofa.

without another word, you climbed back into his lap, this time sitting on the sofa, with your legs across his thighs instead. feeling a small wave of relief wash over you as you felt your weight shift to push down on the cushion of the sofa instead, you let out a content sigh, not noticing the curious way chris was eyeing you. well, not until you glanced in his direction and immediately felt nervous at how close he was, now having a clear view of his face (and how it was inches away from yours).

he raised an eyebrow, an amused look on his face, and you shrugged. ‘it’s just more comfortable this way.’ one of his arms went to circle around your waist, while the other rested on your legs, fingers tapping at your calf every now and then.

.

the game went on and suddenly, the bottle spun towards you two.

‘hmmm… they’re kinda both sitting in one place, i can’t tell who’s turn it is,’ jisung quipped, making the rest of the group laugh while you rolled your eyes, a playful smile ghosting on your lips. glancing a little to your left, you noticed chris trying to maintain a neutral expression, a small tint of pink brushed on his cheeks, probably from all the eyes boring into his skull. ‘who’s it going to be?’

‘y/n,’ felix called, his cheeky smile widening. ‘truth or dare?’

you glared. ‘truth.’

‘are you… enjoying sitting so close to mr. heartthrob over there? hm? hm?’ his eyebrows quirked up and down and you sighed internally.

‘felix i’m this close to killing you.’

‘hey, it’s an innocent question. do you like it or no?’

you kept an annoyed gaze fixed on the boy, his own eyes narrowing as he stared you down. a beat passed and his eyes narrowed, brows furrowed and raised, while heat slowly crept up your neck—you cleared your throat.

‘yes,’ you murmured, looking away.

‘i’m sorry, what?’

‘felix stop bothering her,’ chris finally spoke up in an attempt to get your friends to stop, but you immediately cut him off.

‘i said yes! now shut up and continue the game.’

felix’s threw his head back in a roaring laugh and raised his arms up in surrender before mouthing “you’re welcome”, sending a wink your way. you made a face at him and looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.

dealing with an overly excited felix who’d gotten tired of you whining about your crush was pure torture. he’d warned you that he’d force you to confess, and force you he had. and now you kind of wished you never taunted him, nor challenged him to give you his best shot. because really, how were you going to look chris in the eyes after admitting to enjoying being perched up on his lap?

lost in your thoughts, you jumped slightly when heard a slight whisper by your ear, warm breath slightly fanning the side of your face.

‘just fyi… i like it very much too.’

‘huh?’ you blurted out, turning to look at his amused expression. he simpered, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.

‘seriously,’ he nodded, snapping you out of your daze, and you giggled while biting your bottom lip, smacking his chest lightly.

‘shut up,’ you mumbled, curling into his body a little more, your head moving to rest on his shoulder. his chest vibrated a little with silent laughs as he pulled you closer, cheek slightly nuzzling against you.

.

you weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but when your eyes fluttered open, the entire living room was empty, only the soft whirring of the air conditioning, and someone’s soft breathing left to fill the silence. blinking your eyes a couple of times, you tried to sit up, and that’s when you realised:

you were still curled up against chris.

glancing at him with a surprised look, your heartbeat picked up a little as you noticed his head tipped against the back of the sofa, his hand resting limply against across your lower stomach. he looked so peaceful, all the lines on his face softened as soft breaths left his slightly parted lips. smiling, you moved a stray curl away from his forehead, making his eyes twitch as he stirred awake.

chris let out a small groan as his eyes fluttered open, focusing on your face under the dim light.

‘you’re awake,’ he breathed out, sniffing as his blurred vision finally cleared.

‘i’m sorry, i didn’t realise i fell asleep.’

‘it’s okay. we just watched a movie after the game. then everyone left. you didn’t miss much.’

that wasn’t why you felt sorry. ‘what time is it?’

‘hm? i don’t know…’ he murmured, reaching over to the side table to grab his phone. ‘3.35.’

‘a.m.?!’

‘no, p.m. of course a.m., y/n—what else would it be?’

‘ohmygod it’s that late?!’ you pushed up from his shoulder, finally registering how long it had been since you dozed off. though the man a few inches away from you didn’t seem bothered one bit—simply nodding with a drowsy smile.

‘it’s okay.’

‘okay for you. you live here.’

‘want me to drive you home?’

‘no… it’s okay. it’s pretty late. i’ll just go in the morning.’

chris hummed in acknowledgment. ‘wanna go back to sleep then?’

‘like this?’ you joked, giggling a little as you gestured at your position on his lap.

‘i don’t mind,’ he shrugged, and you laughed out loud, making his dimples pop out as he sleepily giggled along.

‘please, that would be too much. i’m sure your legs are tired. besides, don’t think i’ll be able to go back to sleep. i feel wide awake now.’

‘honestly? same. i can make hot chocolate and we can go sit outside?’

‘sounds like a plan.’

.

sitting on the balcony on a bamboo chair resting in the corner, you stared up at the starry sky overhead. it was a clear night, the moonlight lighting dousing your skin in silver light, the soft wind kissing your face, sending a small shiver down your spine.

you heard a tap on the glass door and stood to slide it open, meeting with a smiley chris and two mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

‘your drink, madame,’ he said in the fanciest voice he could manage, placing the mug on the glass table between the two outdoor chairs.

‘oh why thank you, kind sir,’ you played along, sitting down to take a sip. ‘ah… man, you really make the best hot chocolate.’

chris let out a high pitched laugh, like he always did when he got complimented. ‘it’s an instant packet.’

‘yeah, but whenever i make it, it never tastes this good.’

‘what can i say?’ he shrugged cockily, ‘i have a gift.’

‘you really do,’ you mirrored his grin, holding his gaze for a little too long than you should, admiring how pretty he looked under the moonlight. ‘mmm!’ you tried to snap out of your thoughts. ‘look at how clear the sky is!’

‘hm?’ his eyes suddenly widened, head stuttering a little as he turned to look at the sky. ‘oh yeah. you can see all the stars. oh look! the northern cross.’

you hummed in question and leaned forward to look. ‘oh yeah… wait, you can actually see the whole constellation!’

‘the whole constellation?’

‘yeah. it’s an asterism—part of cygnus, the swan. look! you can see the wings.’

chris furrowed his brows and then gasped as his eyes finally noticed the stars forming a skeletal shape of a bird mid-flight. ‘wow. that’s so cool!’

‘right? and that’s another constellation called lyra beside it!’

.

time went by with the two of you stargazing and chatting until a comfortable stretch of silence bloomed, both of you sighing in peace and sipping your drinks. chris tapped his feet to rather fast beat, before moving in his chair a little and clearing his throat, catching your attention.

‘by the way… i wanted to ask you something.’

‘oh yeah? shoot.’

‘would you,’ he cleared throat once more, readjusting in his seat. ‘would you like to go out tomorrow– i-i mean today. since it’s already past midnight.’

‘yeah sure. where?’

‘no i mean–’ his voice faltered, and he fiddled with his thumbs. ‘like… a date…?’

your heart dropped, and then its beating quickened. pressing your lips in a lip to hide your smile, you leaned forward, resting your chin on your palm. ‘a date? like… a date date?’

he nodded, meekly meeting your eyes with a nervous, but hopeful glint, and you smiled.

‘mr christopher… are you implying that you… like me?’

chris sputtered a little, mouth opening and closer before he took a calm exhale and bit the side of his bottom lip, a smirk ghosting on his features. ‘i’ve always liked you.’

‘always?’ you faked a gasp. ‘that’s a biggg claim. and probably a false one.’

he let out a hearty laugh, turning his head to the side, eyes briefly scanning the skyline before returning to yours. ‘i’m serious!’ he exclaimed between laughs.

‘even when i spilled juice all over you?’

he pressed his lips together and chuckled. ‘yeah.’

‘and when i accidentally elbowed you in the nose?’

he winced a little. ‘yeah that kinda hurt. but yes. even then.’

your smile faded just as quickly as it widened. ‘even when i told you about my crush on that guy i met?’ his smile dropped a little too, an earnest look in his as he peered into yours.

‘yeah,’ he nodded softly. ‘even then.’

you felt guilt bubble up in the pit of your stomach, and you chewed the inside of your lips anxiously. ‘i’m sorry,’ you whispered, looking away.

‘what for?’

‘it was… a stupid way to get a reaction out of you—but you didn’t really act like you cared. and i know that it’s not an excuse but i’m sorry if it uh– upset you,’ you rambled, immediately regretting jumping to conclusions as you quieted down. just because he liked you, didn’t mean he cared enough to be hurt about you possibly liking someone else. but you did feel bad about rubbing it in his face. nobody would have enjoyed that.

a short silence loomed over you two, and you glanced over to see him already looking at you, lips pressed together in an obvious attempt to hide an amused grin.

‘so… what you’re saying is that… you did all that to make me… jealous…?’

‘n-no! i mean– okay maybe a little,’ you pinched your thumb and index finger together, closing one eye. ‘i just– i thought that maybe i was being too transparent about my feelings a-and you never really reciprocated and i didn’t want you to think i was obsessed with you or anything so i just–’ your babbling got cut off by a loud roar of laughter.

‘oh yeah, totally not obsessive to purposely wanna make someone jealous but constantly calling some random guy perfect, amazing, super hot and your favourite person,’ he said the last two words in a mocking tone, a look of disgust on his face, and you smiled a little.

‘well it’s not like it affected you.’

‘who said that?’ he knit his brows, looking a little offended.

‘so it did affect you.’

‘huh?’ he blurted out suddenly, noticing the mischievous sparkle in your eyes. he sunk a little in his seat, his ears changing colour. ‘m-maybe a little bit… didn’t like you calling him your favourite person,’ he pouted, small lines of discontentment between his brows, and you nodded in understanding.

‘what if i told you that whenever i was saying all those things about him… i was actually talking about you?’

chris quirked his brow. ‘i’d say it’s a little unfair that you used some other guy’s name instead of mine.’

‘aww i’m sorryyy…’ you pouted and stood up, immediately moving over to sit on his thighs once more, surprising him. he let out a disbelieving laugh, and you flashed him a cheeky smile.

‘hot chocolate,’ he warned, quickly placing the mug on the table before moving his hands to hold your waist and thighs.

‘no but, i really am sorry. i just didn’t know how to… deal with my feelings. and you’re really good at hiding yours.’

‘am i?’ he raised his brows. ‘i always thought i was a little too obvious.’

‘since when?’

‘since forever. how many people do i treat the same way i treat you?’

‘ummm… everyone?’

he raised his brows even higher, grip tightening around your body. ‘yeah? i stay up all night listening to everyone’s little stories about their day?’

you giggled. ‘yes. you don’t sleep.’

‘yeah but i’m usually doing something. not glued to my phone.’

‘how am i supposed to know? you’re always on your phone.’

chris clicked his tongue and shook his head. ‘not around you,’ he whispered with a gentle knock of his forehead against yours.

‘i– okay good point. but that’s just the polite thing to do.’

he shook his head again. ‘i leave my work just to talk to you because i need a break. you’re like… my energiser.’

you giggled. ‘okay i knew that. but i’m everyone’s energiser’ you leaned back and shrugged. ‘you’re not the only one to say that.’

‘who else is calling you their energiser?’ he asked, brows furrowed in playful suspicion, and you threw your head back in laughter, arms holding his shoulders for support.

‘why? you jealous?’ you teased.

‘um… yes? i think we’ve established that already.’

‘all of my friends say i bring them comfort,’ you simpered, knocking your foreheads, then simply resting your head against his.

‘hmm but that’s not the same,’ his hand squeezed around your waist. ‘for me… you’re like… a warm cup of hot chocolate,’ he said, and you little out a small noise of confusion. ‘i so much as think about you, and my whole body fills up with warmth—and i can’t help but smile. you remind me of every comforting thing in my life. you remind me of home.’

getting a little emotional, you pushed against his shoulders. ‘alright, stop. you’re gonna make me cry,’ you half joked.

chris looked at you with a fond smile. he wanted to say more—wanted to confess all his love. but it would be too much for one night. so, biting his tongue, he settled for simply bringing a hand up to your cheek, softly brushing his thumb across it.

‘you’re very pretty, you know that?’ he whispered, prompting you to look away shyly.

‘you know…’ you started, eyes trained on the swaying leaves of the houseplant at the opposite corner of the balcony. ‘you remind me of home too.’

plucking up the courage to look at him again, you held his lovestruck gaze, his pupils dilated, a shy smile spread across his lips.

‘yeah?’ he whispered, and you nodded.

time stopped for a moment and chris switched his gaze between your eyes and your lips. and soon enough, he was pulling you towards him, his lips brushing against yours, tentatively testing the waters. his fingers made their way to your jaw, stroking the soft skin with his thumb, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

not able to wait any longer, you moved to press your lips against his. he leaned up, tilting your head a little as he deepened the kiss, hand grasping at your waist, pulling you just a tad bit closer. lips moving in synchrony, your hand travelled from his shoulder to settle at the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, unable to get enough.

after… however long it was (not like you were paying attention) you broke away to take a breath, forehead pressing against his. he took a deep breath and hummed, a satisfied smile on his face. ‘you taste like hot chocolate too.’

your head fell on his shoulder, body shaking as loud laughs racked through your chest. ‘shut up,’ you managed to slip out, hitting his body lightly as you felt your cheeks and ears heat up. chris giggled along with you, arms closing to hold you close in a hug until both you caught your breaths.

for a moment the two of you just sat there, basking in the warmth of each other’s embrace—eyes closed, breaths even, heart steady.

a comfortable silence stretched and bloomed before either of you decided to say anything, and even then, it was the sound of an oncoming car zooming by down on the road that really cued one of you to speak.

‘so,’ chris spoke up, rubbing circles on your frame. ‘you never answered.’

‘what?’ you mumbled against the soft skin on his neck.

‘will you go out with me?’

‘don’t we always go out? why do you need an answer?’

‘you know what i meannn,’ he dragged on, fingers moving to tickle you slightly, making you jump with a small yelp.

‘okay, okay. yes!’ you said with a small giggle, head moving back to face his. ‘but i’m expecting something special.’

‘you got it,’ he smiled, pecking your lips, and you gasped loudly when he pulled away, shocking him a little.

‘should we go ice skating?’

‘y/n, you don’t even know how to ice skate.’

‘exactly. you can hold my hand and teach me,’ you beamed.

‘you just want an excuse to hold my hand, huh?’ chris mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips, while lacing your hand with his.

‘i mean… you’re not wrong…’ your fingers tightened around his. ‘but i also just want to skate,’ you said with a little grin, making him giggle.

‘second date? i kind of had this whole dinner thing planned out in my head.’

this time it was your turn to quirk up your eyebrows. ‘so sure there’ll be a second date? we haven’t even gone on the first one.’

‘you’re the one who always tells me to be optimistic, yeah?’

you nodded with a giggle. ‘second date it is. i’m going to hold you to it,’ you pointed at him sternly before tapping his nose.

‘aye aye captain.’ you smiled and pinched his cheek, moving to get off his lap. ‘wait, where are you goingggg,’ he whined, holding your waist, pulling you closer.

‘spent hours sitting on your legs already. they’re going to get tired. i’m not exactly feather-light.’

‘they won’t.’

‘and what if they do? i’m not taking you out with sore legs.’ you kissed the tip of his nose and stood up with a small chuckle. ‘come on, finish your drink.’

chris flashed you a childish frown as he picked up his mug to take a sip, head snapping to the side to show his discontentment.

‘aw come on… don’t sulk.’

his pout only got exaggerated, and he shook his head like an angry toddler, making you laugh. you reached over to pinch his cheek, his expression remaining the same.

‘you’re so cuteeee.’

‘you’re not,’ he turned to look at you, frown deepening, lips pressed into a thin line.

‘later. i promise. i’ll give you all the cuddles you want.’

‘really?’ his eyes suddenly lit up, all the displeasure leaving his body, a smile creeping its way to his lips. you giggled and nodded, thumb stroking his cheek a little.

‘okay!’ he grinned, doing a little playful dance, sipping his hot chocolate. you shook your head, bringing your own cup to your lips, eyes trained on the pretty man before you.

he was like a warm cup of hot chocolate to you too—sweet, warm, irresistible.

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Runaway Princess (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: RoyalKnight!Chan x Princess!Reader Themes: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Strangers to Lovers, AU - Mediaeval Setting Warnings: mentions and depictions of domestic abuse (unrelated to Chan), graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut). hope i didn’t miss anything Word Count: 16822 | AO3 Summary: Your best friend has sent her most trusted knight to help you escape your abusive home, an intriguing man with many facets you can’t wait to uncover.

Author’s Note: this piece started as just the mountain scene… but before i knew i wanted to expand more on it, blacked out, and suddenly it was twice as long. anyway, if you’re reading this, hope you enjoy! know that feedback is always appreciated.

Smut Warnings: dirty talk? i guess, fingering (F.Rec), handjob, oral (M.Rec, F.Rec only implied), dry humping, nipple play (F.Rec), cumshot, unprotected penetration (there’s an unspoken notion that pulling out prevents pregnancy, this is all purely fictional, please protect yourselves irl!).

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.

“Who are you?!”

Finding yourself being pulled into a stable at dawn was not something you expected to happen today when you decided to go on a walk, much less finding the person that had pulled you into said stable to be a man you didn’t know.

“I’m sorry for the… Well, the unconventional method to get you to meet me”, the man gave you an apologetic smile, and a short bow of his head. “My name’s Chan, Your Highness. I am a knight of Queen Naeel’s guard. Her Majesty sent me here”.

Your eyes widened at the mention of Naeel’s name, your guard lowering just slightly. Now that the initial fight or flight feeling wore off, you took your time to analyse the man in front of you. Chan was… A handsome young man. He was certainly built like a knight as far as you could tell, very broad, his stance ready for any sudden movement you could make.

You scanned his face for a moment, trying to find any semblance of a lie in his expression. A mess of brown curls on his head, warm brown eyes, a big nose, plump lips, and a scar going from his right eyebrow to the middle of his cheek were all the details you could focus on, his attire that of someone who had indeed prepared for a handful of months travelling from one realm to the other. Interesting… Definitely a handsome young man, but no semblance of lies just yet.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” 

“I have this as proof”, Chan reached for his pocket, taking out what looked to be a piece of cord and handing it over to you. “Her Majesty said that would be enough…” He sounded sceptical, and you couldn’t blame him. The thing was composed of several different colours of ribbons tied together, the fabric worn down and the colours washed out from years and years of use, a single star charm tied to the middle. You knew he was telling the truth as soon as you saw it, since you kept an exact copy but with a sun charm around your ankle.

Queen Naeel and you had been friends for years. When you met, you were both tiny little princesses, your parents had taken you both to a grand ball in the realm that separated yours, a friendship that bloomed through correspondence and even more meet-ups as you grew up. You had not known platonic love until you got close to her, and to this day she was probably one of the few reasons why you were still breathing in the first place.

“Why… Why are you here?” You eyed Chan carefully, your fist closing over the friendship anklet, shaking slightly in your tight hold.

“Her Majesty said–and please forgive me, Your Highness, these were her exact words–that she couldn’t let you continue living with your bitch-ass father”, Chan grimaced slightly, and you couldn’t help but chuckle–yeah, that definitely sounded like her. “She read your last letter and got worried, so she sent me to help you escape”.

You father… He was the king of your realm, a powerful man who had only ever known greed and lust. He resented your existence, it was something he never let you forget, he would remind you at any chance he got how your birth brought the death of ‘the only woman he had ever loved’–something you doubted was true, as that man had proven time and time again that he was incapable of feeling any form of love.

As you grew up, your father kept showing more and more distaste towards you. You were just like any other girl, rowdy, adventurous, with a thirst for knowledge that could hardly be quenched by the numerous volumes in the royal library. ‘You should be focusing on embroidery and all those things princesses do, not on riding those damn horses and getting all dirty in the royal gardens’ the worst part was that you did like those things, too. You loved embroidery and needlework, and you doubted other princesses didn’t enjoy riding horses or climbing trees, there was no way you were any different from any other girl out there.

Your suspicions were confirmed the first time you finally met other princesses, the exposure to other girls your age finally cementing in you the fact that your father simply hated you. It didn’t matter what you said or did, he would hate you regardless, so you stopped fighting him altogether, opting to keep your mouth shut when he spit his hateful words at you–it was a lost fight before it even started, after all.

By the time you were fifteen he had already remarried, his new wife birthing a son shortly after, finally displacing you from the picture completely. ‘Who wants a rude, daft princess when I finally have a prince of my own?’ you heard him tell one of his advisors once, you wouldn’t lie, the words stung, they hurt, and you spent days holed up in your room crying–not like anyone cared much about it anyway, if anything, only your maids showed concern when you eventually had stopped eating. Your father, his council members, your step-mother, none of them really cared about you.

A sigh passed your lips as you looked at the anklet in your hand. “Do you even have a plan, or did my dear friend send you here on a whim?” Your friend could be very… Spontaneous, to put it simply. Some would even say she was a bit eccentric, but regardless of her odd ways, she had a strong sense of morality. If she believed something was wrong she would act immediately, ‘let’s just do it! We can always figure out the details later!’ She would often say, which, judging by the sheepish smile on Chan’s lips, was probably exactly what she had told him before sending him here.

“I’ve been trying to come up with something, but… It’s my first time in your kingdom, to be honest, so I don’t know my way around that well”, Chan simply shrugged. “Based on what Her Majesty has told me about you, though, I was hoping we could figure something out together, Your Highness”.

You figured it wouldn’t be hard to leave, considering your presence was hardly ever noticed in the castle anyway. So, after informing Chan of an inn he could stay at for the next few days, you two began to plot your escape. You would have to travel for months, so your baggage had to be kept at a minimum, clothes only as necessary, money, a few toiletries you refused to let go of, and the odd knick-knack with sentimental value were the only things you thought you might need. Chan seemed to agree with you, but he stressed the importance of the right clothes to take with you, no dresses or gowns, only garments that wouldn’t obstruct your mobility, and thick coats were a must since you were going to cross snowy mountains.

Throughout the next handful of days you set on the task to gather your supplies as inconspicuously as you could, getting them out of the castle in small batches to not attract suspicions. The thick coats were the first ones to go since they were the heaviest, you brought them to the inn Chan was staying at for safe keeping, and the rest soon followed, until five days later you were able to bundle everything neatly so you could strategically place it on your horse after–a suggestion Chan gave you alleging that ‘it’ll be easier for her if you distribute the weight’, which made sense to you.

On your last day in your father’s castle, you gathered as many jewels as you could, as well as any gold and silver coins you had stashed away for safe-keeping throughout the years. Deep down, you had always had the idea of escaping, so you had saved up, even if you hardly ever entertained the idea. You never had the guts to go through with it because you knew you wouldn’t have been able to make it on your own. Now, though, your best friend and her trusted knight had given you the support you needed, so you took it, finally releasing yourself from your father’s abusive grasp.

You wouldn’t lie, your first week was hard. You hadn’t realised how privileged you were. Sure, you had been emotionally and physically abused for years, but you’d always had food and shelter and comfort… The first night you had to camp out you could hardly get any sleep, the floor was uneven, and the noises of the night scared you. ‘Don’t worry, princess… I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you’ Chan had gently offered when he saw your panicked expression after a particularly loud noise. And, in a way, that did comfort you a bit.

Chan… Chan was gentle, he was proper, and so well mannered… At least, he was when he talked to you. As the days went by, you’d catch glimpses of his other facets, particularly when he thought you weren’t close enough to hear, and it intrigued you. When you two went to any tavern to get some sustenance, and you’d separate from him for one reason or another, you could hear him talk with the attendant, or with another customer, and it was as if he was a completely different person–or rather, a different version of himself. Looser, cheekier, and with a mouth that would put any sailor to shame–all that gone and replaced with his stoic, responsible, and sensible side as soon as you came close and he noticed your presence. It was fascinating, really. And you would lie if you said your curiosity hadn’t been piqued.

You started to notice Chan loosen up around two weeks into your journey. His stance around you relaxed, he’d joke more, tease more, and it gave you a very diluted taste of that Chan you had secretly seen–and heard–talking with anyone other than you. You tried your best to make him feel comfortable around you, but you also tried your best to press his buttons, to get him to react to you, to annoy him a bit. 

You quickly found out that Chan liked to lead, to be in control, and oftentimes–in situations that weren’t that serious–you enjoyed defying him, you enjoyed seeing the way his jaw clenched and his gaze shifted, almost, almost as if he wanted to put you in your place, but as soon as you saw that shift in him, you relented, hearing the shaky intake of breath and seeing the whiplash of his own emotions reflected in his eyes.

“How far are we?” You asked out of curiosity as you absentmindedly pushed the bright embers with a stick.

“I’d say… We probably have a bit more than a month and a half to go, Your Highness”, Chan simply looked at the bonfire, at how you pushed the burning pieces around. “Why? Are you not enjoying the super comfortable soil at night, princess?” There was a glint of a teasing tone in his voice, that bit of sarcasm that intrigued you, that piqued your interest, and it made you snort, such an un-princess-like reaction that you knew your father would’ve punished you for as soon as he heard it.

“I’ll take the forest’s soil every night if it means being away from that goddamned castle”, you commented, taking the stick out of the fire and waving it in the air to put out the small flame that had clung to it. “Oddly enough, sleeping on the ground feels more comfortable than being trapped within those walls”.

You could feel Chan’s eyes burning on your side profile, almost as if he was pondering while he scrutinised your face. There was usually distance between you and Chan, both physically and metaphorically, but tonight, as you sat thigh against thigh by the bonfire trying to keep yourselves warm, you could almost, almost feel how those reservations of his were diminishing slowly, but steadily.

“Your Highness, if I may… Why did Her Majesty send me to get you? What was happening in there with your father?” Chan surprised you when he asked such a personal question, and it was almost as if he could infer what happened, but he wanted to be certain of it, why he wanted to know, though, you weren’t sure. “You know how Queen Naeel can be, she didn’t give me any details other than what I told you when we met…”

Your eyes were fixed on the dancing flames in front of you as you took in a deep breath. “My father… My father is a man that doesn’t know love. He claims he does, but he doesn’t. He blames me for my mother’s death, says that, had I not been growing in her, she wouldn’t have died trying to bring me into this world. Stupid, isn’t it? Blame me, who didn’t ask to be brought here in the first place, while he himself put me in there. He’s just mad she died not giving him a son”.

It was as if a dam broke, words falling out of your mouth endlessly with no way to stop them. You told him everything that had happened to you–maybe in too much detail, you’d admit. You told him how your father treated you–or rather, mistreated you–how you were ignored, treated as a lesser being in your own home, how you couldn’t simply be you, you couldn’t exist. Food was kept from you when you spoke out of line, you were confined to your chambers when you didn’t behave as you were expected to, those workers that came too close to you would be discharged as soon as your father found out, and whenever you did anything your father deemed unworthy, not princess-like, not to his standards, he’d hit you. With a stick, with an iron rod, with his hands, with whatever he could reach at the time.

Chan listened intently to every single word that left your mouth, and you hadn’t even realised you were crying until you felt his hand holding yours, the soft caress of his thumb on your knuckles easing the trembles you didn’t even know were coursing through you.

“I’m… I’m sorry, princess”, was all he said as he held your hand.

“There’s no need for that”, you hiccuped as you used your sleeve to wipe some of the tears on your face. “The only one that should be sorry is him… And even then, I’m not sure I would ever be able to forgive him”.

“You don’t really have to, princess”, Chan offered, his tone gentle. “There are things in this world that can’t be forgiven. The notion that we must forgive to heal our wounds is… Is not for everyone. Not in my opinion, at least”.

“I think that’s a fair opinion to have”, you moved your gaze from where it was fixed on your joined hands so you could look him in the eyes. Chan was already looking at you, the light of the bonfire had his brown eyes almost sparkling, and you couldn’t help but feel your breath catching in your throat under his heavy gaze. Using every bit of royal tricks you had, you put up your walls, trying to appear more collected than you were when you finally spoke again. “Have you done it before?”

Chan blinked slightly, almost as if your question had startled him. “Done what, Your Highness?”

“Heal without forgiving”, your eyes jumped around his face, taking in his features, his lips, his nose, his eyes, his scar… Had he been sitting this close the entire time? You could practically count every individual eyelash, and if you were completely honest with yourself, it was quickening your heartbeat more than you would like to admit.

“I have”, Chan replied simply, his eyes seemed to be also taking in your features for a moment, until he finally let go of your hand, bringing it instead to his face, pointing to his scar. “Both physically and emotionally”.

You wanted to inquire more, to learn the story behind the scar on his face, but before you could, Chan stood up from the ground, huffing an ‘anyway, you should sleep, Your Highness’, effectively ending the conversation.

Something shifted between you two that night. You had expected Chan to treat you differently, perhaps trying to act sympathetic around you, or trying to act as if he were walking on eggshells when he talked to you after you told him what had happened to you, what had been done to you. Instead, he just opened up more, showing you more of that other side of him–not fully, but just… More. And it dawned on you then that at that moment, Chan started to see you, to really see you. As a person, as a woman, not some entity, some mindless princess living the perfect royal life. He’d joke even more, tease you even more, and he’d play along when you defied him, and it was fun. 

‘Be careful, princess’, he’d tell you when you got a bit too close to the edge, when you had pressed his buttons a bit too much. ‘Or what? What are you going to do about it?’ you’d taunt him, and sometimes, you’d catch his eyes moving around your face, resting on your lips for a fraction of a second, before they snapped back up and simply diverted the conversation. ‘I might have to leave you right here on your own, Your Highness’, he’d tell you with a teasing smile on his lips. You knew it was all talk, so you would always scoff at the comment.

It was odd, really, considering you hadn’t known each other for long. But Chan truly made you feel safe, made you feel comfortable, and in a way, you hoped he felt that way around you, too, all things considered. Somehow, it was as if there was something lingering between you two, when you talked, when you stood close, you felt almost as if there were sparks flying around, a tension that would build the longer you spent time together, a tension that was not uncomfortable by any means, it was just… There, as if you both were just holding your breath, expectant, and it truly, truly intrigued you. 

“We’re going further up the mountains tomorrow, princess”, Chan commented as you two sat on the stools of the inn’s tavern, watching as the attendant took the empty plates in front of you. “I heard from a lad just a while ago that it’s snowing heavily…”

Your eyes lit up, your whole body perking up as you snapped your head in his direction, looking at him. “Really?”

Chan blinked slightly, confused. “Yes? That’s not… It’s not something good for us, Your Highness”, he finished off with a laugh, taking another sip of his drink.

“Oh, it isn’t?” Your shoulders slumped slightly, feeling bummed out now. “I’ve just never seen snow before”.

Chan looked slightly surprised. “Never ever?”

“Never. It doesn’t snow where I’m from”.

Chan just hummed, thoughtful. “Guess we might need to get a few more supplies, princess”.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, not because of the comment itself but because Chan kept on calling you ‘princess’ or ‘Your Highness’, and now, it was really starting to annoy you. “It’s been over a month already, Chan. Stop referring to me by title…”

Chan simply chuckled, taking a long sip of his ale and licking his lips clean right after. “You are a princess, Your Highness. I must address you as such. I’m only a Knight, after all”.

You hated the way he said that, as if he thought of himself as being below you–although you did want him below you sometimes, just in a more improper way. “I’m asking you not to, though. Isn’t that enough for you?”

Chan looked at you for a moment, then back to his drink. “This feels like a trap question…”

“Come on, if our roles were reversed, would you want me to continue calling you prince? Your Highness? Or would you want me to be comfortable around you? To be myself?” The question was pointed, and when Chan stared into your eyes right as you asked it, you could see something in them, an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Princess…” It was his warning tone, the tone that he started to use when you were almost pressing his buttons too much. “I am myself around you”.

You scoffed. “Please, not even you believe that”, you couldn’t help the sarcastic laugh at that, taking a sip of your drink.

“I am! At least, a more… Proper version of myself, I guess”, he admitted. “The me who’s a knight. A knight of Queen Naeel’s Guard, and as such, I must address royalty appropriately. Come on, let’s go buy a few blankets, princess”, Chan added as he stood up from his seat, gulping the rest of his drink in one go.

You hated that he continuously put that space between you two, because you didn’t want it there, because, by the time you had finally made it to the snowy mountains, you were burning up from the inside out, and you wanted nothing more than for him to let go of those inhibitions.

“It’s cold”, you dumbly commented as you both seeked shelter in the mountains, the snow under your horses’ hooves crunching with every step they took.

You weren’t that used to such low temperatures. not because you had any particular heating system in your father’s castle, but because your realm was of a much warmer climate all year round, so much so it was considered as if there were only two seasons there, rainy and drought, with constant warm temperatures.

“You don’t say, princess” Chan snorted, pulling on the bridle gently to stop his horse. “I think this place will do. The horses need to rest and it’s getting dark”.

It was an almost cave on the side of the mountain, big enough to fit you two and your two horses with some room to spare. It wasn’t completely closed off so it wouldn’t provide as much insulation as you would’ve liked, but you had to make do.

Chan looked for a place to tie the equines securely so they wouldn’t run away during the night, all while you set camp. You’d learn how to actually do these things on this journey, a skill that you were now grateful to have. Had you made your escape without Chan, you would’ve surely died the first night out there, unable to set a safe space for yourself. You could still remember the first time you tried to start a fire with the two pieces of flint, you had given up after the twentieth time, and Chan had offered you an encouraging ‘it’s all about practice, princess. You’ll get there eventually’. And you got there, the fire in front of you starting with a single flick of the two stones together proof of that.

“We’re only two weeks away from Queen Naeel’s realm”, Chan commented once you had had supper, extending his hands towards the bonfire. “It’ll be much easier to move once we’re there, probably three weeks in total for us to reach the castle”.

You simply hummed in response, scooting closer to the fire. “I can’t wait to see her, I really, really miss her”.

“You two are really good friends, aren’t you? For Her Majesty to do something like this…”

“We are”, you could feel your teeth starting to chatter slightly, so you tried to wrap the blanket you had brought with you tighter around your body. “I love her deeply. And after this, I don’t think I’d ever be able to repay her”.

Chan chuckled softly. “Her Majesty wouldn’t expect you to repay her, Your Highness. But if you’re close, I’m sure you know”.

“Oh, I know”, you tried to get as close to the fire as you could, taking special care to not get your blanket on fire. “But still. I won’t be able to repay her, nor you. I’m really grateful”.

“I mean, it was a royal order, so it’s not like I’m making art for art’s sake, princess”, Chan snorted. “But I must say, it isn’t as difficult as I thought it was going to be”.

“Oh? Why? Did you expect a bratty little princess high on her horse? Or did you expect for the journey to be riddled with traps and schemes like in the classic novels they teach at school?”

You heard Chan mumble something, it was hard to hear but you could’ve sworn he had said something along the lines of ‘…a bit of a brat’ but before you could question it he was shaking his head slightly and speaking again. “Honestly, I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this, Your Highness. You’ve made it really easy. You’re fun to talk with, even though you’re a princess and I’m a simple knight, you treat me with real respect when we’re not joking around. I’ve had fun all throughout and, in a way, I’m grateful”.

Oh? So he did enjoy when you pressed his buttons, interesting… You blinked slightly, at his words, a little shocked. After a few seconds, you scoffed, a smile settling on your lips. “How silly. I am the one who’s grateful here”.

“It’s not a competition, princess”, Chan chuckled, standing up from where he was sitting by the bonfire to lay on the blanket you had laid for him on the floor. “You should get some sleep”.

You simply hummed in acknowledgement, but you didn’t move. Truth was, you were freezing. You had also laid a blanket on the floor for you to lay on, but you figured that if you were freezing sitting right here by the fire, you’d die if you laid down on the blanket. So you sat there, as close as you could to the fire, wrapping the blanket over your body as tight as you could.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed–fifteen, twenty minutes?– but you figured Chan was fast asleep already, since he was completely silent. You sat there, debating whether you should go to your other blanket on the floor, maybe pick it up and throw it over your body as well and sit here to try and get some heat from the bonfire. But you couldn’t move, you were just too cold and moving from this spot sounded like the worst idea ever.

Suddenly, you felt hands on your body, holding your upper arms over the blanket you had around your form. You tensed slightly at the unexpected contact, turning your face to find a concerned looking Chan staring at you. “You’re shivering, princess”.

“I’m–I’m really cold”, your whole face felt as if it was about to fall off, and it was truly not pleasant at all.

Chan moved away from you, picking up the blanket on the floor and wrapping it around you. It helped a bit… Emphasis on a bit, as you could still feel your teeth chattering slightly. He noticed, so he moved away again, grabbing his own blanket.

“Don’t you–Don’t you dare”, was all you could muster, seeing as Chan stopped in his tracks with his blanket still in his hand. “You’ll freeze”.

“You clearly need it more than I do, Your Highness. I’m used to this climate, you’re clearly not”, he attempted to wrap his blanket around your form, but you stopped him, a rush of coldness reaching you as your arms left the safety of your cocoon. “Your Highness–”

“Let’s just… Let’s just share, then”, you weren’t thinking much when you said it, you just desperately wanted some warmth, you didn’t think you could withstand this for much longer.

Chan looked apprehensive for a moment, until he finally nodded, guiding you from where you sat by the fire to the blanket he had been laying on previously. As soon as you laid down, he threw all remaining three blankets over your body, finally tucking himself in as well after you gave him a disapproving look when he looked like he was thinking of not doing it.

Soon enough, with the amount of blankets on top of you, and another human body next to you, you started to warm up. Chan wasn’t really that close to you, there was a fair distance, but the blankets provided enough insulation for his body heat to spread over to you, which you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief about.

“Better?” Chan asked after a while as he was laying on his left side, turned to you.

“Much”, you were still cold, but not freezing cold, so it was a start. You would surely warm up completely eventually. “Thank you”.

“You’re welcome. Now, sleep”.

You laid there for a while, waiting to warm up further so you could comfortably fall asleep, hearing how Chan’s breathing evened out. Every time you had to sleep in a new setting, it took you a long time to get to sleep, be it for the hard terrain, the changes in temperature, or the noises around you, it always took you a long time, which translated into you tossing and turning more than you probably should with another person sleeping next to you.

At first you laid on your back, then you moved towards Chan, but you couldn’t help your eyes from staying open and focusing on his handsome face, so you laid on your back again, only to turn away from him and lay on your left side. You repeated the motions a few times, your coat coming undone in the process, opening and leaving your front exposed-save for the shirt below it, of course. Thankfully the heap of blankets provided enough warmth that you didn’t really need to close it again. 

As you continued to sporadically toss and turn, you couldn’t help but come to the realisation that you were literally sharing your sleeping space with Chan. Somehow, that realisation made you warm up quicker, made you even more restless, which honestly was not what you needed right now. What if you inadvertently pressed yourself to him while you slept? Sure, you were attracted to him but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, much less if you didn’t know how he felt about the entire thing. He was still, after all, putting that space between you two.

You continued your almost struggle with yourself, with finding a comfortable position to sleep, until Chan suddenly moved, his arm wrapping around you and his hand holding onto your ribs, effectively stopping your movement. An annoyed huff passed his lips, the heat of his palm just shy away from your breast kick-starting your heartbeat. “Stop moving so much, princess. I’m trying to sleep”, the low tone of his voice so close to your ear sent a shiver down your spine, you just couldn’t help it, and you had to shut your eyes tightly, swearing at yourself for getting yourself in this situation.

Your senses were on high alert, suddenly aware of the lack of space between your bodies, Chan was not fully pressed to you, but one push and he could be… He could very well be flush to your back, the thought now worming into your brain, playing on a maddening loop and why wouldn’t he just move his hand a bit further up…?

“I’m trying to get comfortable”, could he feel your racing heart against his palm as he held you? There was no way he couldn’t, but you were still proud of the evenness in your voice, as if you were not burning from the inside out from your sinful thoughts and the mere feel of his hand on you.

“We’re laying on the ground under a dent on the side of a mountain, Your Highness. Sorry to say, but I don’t think you’ll find any comfort tonight”, Chan let out an amused chuckle, his words coming out as barely a whisper.

“I’m missing the inn we stayed at last night…” You commented absentmindedly. Your mind was too focused on Chan’s hand on your ribs, his hold firm, but gentle, succeeding at keeping you from shuffling too much and Gods why wouldn’t he just move it up?

“Almost two months of travelling and you’ve already let your standards dip this low, huh princess?” Chan shuffled a bit, getting more comfortable, you presume. Was he closer now? You couldn’t tell. There was still a fair bit of space between your bodies, space that the more you felt his warm palm on you the more you wished it didn’t exist.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, isn’t that what they say?” What if you pushed yourself to him? Would he like that? Or would you overstep some boundary if you did? Chan was unmarried, you knew that much, and sometimes you saw the way his eyes looked at you, the way they settled on your lips longer than what was conventionally appropriate, the way he leaned forward just a bit only to step back and smile at you, the way his hands would linger on your skin whenever he had to touch you… Or had you imagined it? “That’s what’s brought us here, cuddled up under these blankets, barely even sheltered by the mountainside”.

“This can hardly be considered cuddling, Your Highness”, there was a glint of amusement in Chan’s words, you could almost hear the smile on his lips as he said it.

Chan’s hand started to move, painfully slow, retreating carefully from your frame so it could go back to lay wherever he had been keeping it before placing it on your body. You couldn’t let that happen, not now that you knew how having the weight of his hold on you felt like. Maybe the cold had effectively killed every single one of your brain cells, all reason slipping from you as your hand shot to his quickly before he got to remove it from you completely, tugging on it–the sudden movement catching Chan off guard, making his chest press against your upper back with the motions.

You heard it. 

You heard the way his breath caught in his throat at the contact, and the sound fuelled your impulsive actions, so you placed his hand right back where it was on your ribs, if only a bit further up, almost, almost touching the underside of your breast. “We need to fix that then”, cuddling wasn’t exactly what you had in mind right now, but it was a start.

Chan didn’t move away, he didn’t talk, you doubt he was barely even breathing, at least for a moment. There was silence for a bit, until you heard the shaky inhale, feeling the exhale against your nape right after. “Princess… What are you doing?” His tone was tentative, checking the waters for what might be appropriate to say or not, just like he often did.

“I’m not doing anything”, you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your lips as you lied through your teeth.

“Bullshit”, you’d truly only ever heard Chan swear when he thought you weren’t close by to hear, and even then he was usually so far away it barely even felt like it was him talking. Now, you had finally heard it clear as day against your ear, and it shouldn’t have affected you, but it did–your thighs pressing a bit closer together to ease a bit of that ache that was steadily building between your legs.

Chan didn’t make any attempts to move, not closer nor away from you. You could feel his chest rise and fall against your back in short spurts, and you knew you had caught his attention with your stunt. Maybe the cold had truly killed your reason. “What if I am doing something, though?” Your voice was barely a whisper, but you could hear a pin drop in the silence that surrounded you, so you knew he was listening.

You heard–and felt–his deep intake of breath, the thumb of the hand you kept pressed to your ribs moving ever so slightly, back and forth, back and forth, slowly, each stroke almost touching the underside of your breast. “I shouldn’t…”

“You don’t sound too convinced”.

“I’m not”, he admitted immediately, almost as if the words had escaped from a place deep within him where they had been contained. “You… You’re a princess, Your Highness”.

“And? I told you my story, my title has brought nothing but despair and desolation to my life. Besides, I’m running away from my land, I wouldn’t be surprised if the King has revoked it already”.

Silence fell between you two, but your positions didn’t change, nor did the movement of Chan’s thumb on you stop. The more the silence stretched out, the more unsure you started to feel, insecurity creeping into every secluded area of your mind.

“Unless you… Unless I’m making you uncomfortable. You can say that, too, if that’s what this is, and I’ll stop”.

Chan chuckled softly behind you, the sound almost incredulous. “I must be a better actor than I thought if you think you are making me uncomfortable”, he went silent for a bit, until his upper body shuffled a bit closer to you, fully pressing his chest to your back as his lips came close to your ear. “The only uncomfortable thing right now, princess, is my traitorous cock straining my pants”.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your thighs further pressing together, an involuntary reaction upon Chan’s confession. Encouraged by his words, you held his hand tighter, dragging it further up so he could finally cup your breast, a shaky exhale passing your lips as his hand groped you as soon as you had placed it there.

“Fuck…” Chan’s lips attached to your neck, leaving kisses and licks wherever he could while his hands grew bolder, dragging to your other breast to provide it with as much attention as the other, gently teasing your nipples over your shirt. “Is this why you were tossing and turning so much? Because you were thinking of me touching you like this?”

“I was–Was truly trying to get comfortable…” Any time his lips pressed on your skin, you felt a jolt of excitement spark from the spot and shoot straight down to your core, your clenching thighs doing absolutely nothing to ease the ache that continued to build between your legs. You needed him. You needed Chan to touch you without barriers, you needed to feel as much of his skin on you as you could. “Chan…”

“Fuck”, his hand shot down from your breast to cup you over your trousers, pulling you to him so your rear was flush to his crotch. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you as you felt him, hard and warm, grinding slowly against you, with his hand still on your mound. “If you keep making those sounds, if you keep saying my name like that… I’ll do something you might regret in the morning”.

You pushed further into him, your bum dragging over his crotch, making him swear under his breath. “Do it”.

His hand moved, slipping past the waistband of your trousers, under your underwear for his fingers to find your slit. “Shit, so wet and I’ve barely even touched you, princess”, coating his fingers in our essence he brought them up to your clit, rubbing teasing circles on your skin, moans catching in your throat as you bit your lower lip to dampen the sounds.

“Chan… A bit–bit softer”.

Chan’s fingers complied, adjusting the pressure of his slow movements on you. “Mmm, like this?”

“Go up a bi–Oh, shit…”

A soft chuckle passed Chan’s lips, raising goosebumps on your nape as he mumbled against your skin. “Swearing, princess? Such a dirty mouth… I wonder what else it can do”.

“You…” Swallowing thickly, you gathered your thoughts, the slow, almost teasing movement of his fingers on your clit making your head spin. “You’d be surprised”

“I’m sure”, his pace picked up, your legs parting enough to give him more space to manoeuvre, holding onto his forearm for dear life as your breathing became more and more laboured. “I’ve been… Been thinking of doing this, princess. Of touching you, kissing you… I know I shouldn’t have, but I was”. 

“Been… Been thinking about you, too…” You could feel heat spread on your face the more he worked you up, his lips on your skin aiding the movement of his fingers on building and building and building your impending orgasm. The slow grind of his hips against your rear was maddening, the feel of his hard length on your bum suddenly making you feel empty, the need to have him in you growing exponentially with each swipe of his fingers on your clit.

“Spread your legs further, lay it over my thigh”.

You did as asked, right as Chan pushed his knee between your legs for you to move them further apart and give him more space for his fingers to dip from your clit to your entrance, his ring and middle finger entering you with ease, a shameless moan escaping your mouth at the sudden feeling of fullness. You were sure it wouldn’t be as fulfilling as his cock, but it would do for now.

 “Guide me, princess”, Chan whispered against your ear, his tone confident, but slightly urgent, his lips brushing your skin with every syllable. “Tell me how you like to be touched here”.

“Bit more towards the entrance… More… Harder…”

Chan adjusted his fingers to follow your direction, prodding your walls until he finally found the spot you were guiding him to. Your sigh of relief did not go unnoticed, an amused chuckle falling from Chan’s lips as the movement of his fingers inside of you picked up, his palm lightly stimulating your clit. “You’re fucking dripping all over my fingers… You have really been wanting this, haven’t you? Shit, I bet if it weren’t for these many layers of fabric we could hear the wet sounds as my fingers go in and out of you…”

“Shit…” The faster he moved, the more you cursed, your moans and whines becoming more and more frequent. Desperation started to cling to you, your hips rolling to chase his fingers as well as to rub yourself against his crotch, your walls clenching around him the further that familiar knot in your stomach tightened. You needed your release, and you needed it now. “Chan… I need–Want to…”

“Come on, princess. Give it to me. I got you, remember? I got you. Let me hear you come for me…”

Your vision blurred, the knot in your lower belly unravelling as your climax hit you after a few more flicks of his fingers against your walls, letting warmth spread within your body in its wake. You might have moaned out his name as you did, you couldn’t tell, your senses momentarily shut off, completely overcome by the entire feeling.

Chan removed his fingers from your core, his hand dragging out of your underwear spreading the remnants of your release on your skin as it went, sneaking under your shirt and settling on your lower belly, softly kneading your flesh. “I’m fucking ruined, princess”, his lips pressed kisses on your skin between words, making you flush further. “How can I go back to acting normal around you now that I know you can moan so prettily for me?”

You were still panting, your nerve endings still on fire, but that didn’t stop you from turning around, finally coming face to face with Chan. The full moon and the barely lit bonfire provided enough light for you to make out the features of his face, to see his eyes scanning your face intently. “I’m sure we can figure something out”, taking a hold of the collar of his coat you pulled him to you, crashing your lips with his, a surprised yelp escaping Chan’s throat with the action, surprised as if he had not just had his fingers in your cunt, as if he had not just coaxed a mind-numbing orgasm out of you.

As soon as the initial shock passed, he sprung into action, his tongue making its way into your mouth to hungrily push against yours. His hands found purchase on your bum, eagerly groping you as you palmed his crotch, firmly pressing against his length, the action making Chan bite your lower lip with a grunt and his hips buck forward.

You wasted no time undoing his coat, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his trousers, and pulling his zipper down, finally slipping your hand in his underwear to get a feel of him all while you continued to devour his mouth. Chan was warm and heavy in your hand, the sensation making you feel dizzy with all the chaotic thoughts that suddenly started to roam freely in your mind–how he would feel in your mouth, how heavy he would feel on your tongue, how he would stretch your cunt open, how he would fill you up…

“Show me how you like it”, you mumbled against his lips as your fingers wrapped around him, your thumb spreading the fluids spilling from his tip around his head, aiding you to give a couple tentative pumps to his cock.

“Shit… Spit on your hand, princess. Make it feel as if it were your warm, wet cunt on me”.

Chan truly was swearing a lot, you had heard him before, but you weren’t prepared. The contrast of his usual way of addressing you and this had your head spinning. Seeing him and hearing him lose himself enough to let his mouth run freely was immensely gratifying, and you wanted nothing more than to continue to hear him let himself go like this. 

So you did as asked, ungracefully spitting on your hand so you could wrap it around him once again. Somewhere in the back of your mind you could remember your father reprimanding you when you were little for spitting– ‘proper ladies do not spit, much less princesses. That’s something only peasants do’. To his standards, proper ladies surely didn’t let knights from other lands finger them on the mountains, yet here you were.

“Tighter”, Chan whispered against your lips, bringing his hand to join yours around his length, helping you tighten your grip around him to his liking. “Fuck, yeah… Just like that”, his hand moved from yours so he could grope your breast instead, while the other pulled the hem of his shirt further up his torso to not get soiled by his fluids. You took advantage of that, placing your free hand on his abdomen to feel his soft skin under your palm, feeling his muscles clenching ever so slightly the more you worked his cock, the more you touched his bare skin.

Removing your hand from his length briefly, you spit on it again to further lubricate him as soon as your hand resumed its motions. His hips bucked, fervently chasing your hand, the movement producing obscene squelching sounds that had Chan grunting against your mouth.

You both had gotten under these blankets however long ago cold as a seal’s bum, it was still snowing out of your makeshift shelter, but the second Chan’s hands had touched your bare body the temperature started to rise. Now, as his hips continued to thrust into your grip and your lips eagerly moved against one another, sweat collected on the back of your neck, the warmth and heat produced by your bodies completely all-consuming.

It was getting harder to breathe, your lips moving from his to attach to his neck instead, pressing kisses there as you tried to get some air into your lungs. “Fuck, you could–you could make me blow like this”, Chan was breathless, his chest heaving the faster you moved your hand around his length, focusing now all your attention on his tip.

“That’s the plan”, Chan had wanted to hear you come earlier, and now you wanted to hear him come for you, too.

Groans and grunts fell from his mouth, albeit slightly muffled as Chan bit his lower lip to dampen the sound. As you continued to lick and kiss his neck you could hear him mumble, something akin to ‘fucking ruined…’ while his hips started to move faster, fucking your hand to chase his own release.

Chan tilted his body slightly, a warning passing his lips as he held his shirt higher and as he tried to create some space between you two and the blankets over you. With a few more pumps of your hand he finally came undone, his release spilling from his tip and landing all over his abs as a drawn out groan fell from his mouth.

“Shit, what a mess…”

“I got you”, you reached your free hand out of the mess of fabric on top of you towards the bag resting above your heads, blindly rummaging its contents until you found the handkerchief you kept in there.

You did your best to clean him up, using the last bit of dry fabric after to wipe your hand while Chan buttoned up his trousers again. It was really warm under the blanket, but you knew that if you removed yourself any further from here you’d freeze in record time, so you stayed put–Chan clearly having a similar thought.

Silence fell for a while between you two, you could see Chan looking at the ceiling of the cave, a hand in his hair softly massaging his scalp and lightly tugging on the strands between his fingers as he seemed to mull something over. The fact that he seemed to be making a conscious effort to not look at you made you feel anxious all of a sudden. Was he regretting what just happened? You didn’t regret it one bit, if anything, this felt like just an appetiser, something to mildly ease your hunger until you could finally stuff yourself full.

“Princess…” His voice startled you, but you turned to look at him regardless, finding him already eyeing you, almost tentatively. “I’m gonna… Gonna kiss you now, yeah?”

He sounded… Nervous? Almost as if he thought you wouldn’t let him. You couldn’t help but scoff at the thought. “Kiss me”.

His lips were on yours before you could even finish saying ‘me’, soft, tired pecks against your lips, his arms pulling you further into him for your head to lay on his arm while one of his legs slotted between yours, keeping you close. “I’m truly, truly ruined”, he mumbled against your lips, his hand coming to hold your hip. “Royally fucked…”

“That’d be two of us, then”, you pressed kisses back on his lips as you spoke, your hand coming to play with the hair on the back of his head as his thumb drew patterns on your hip. “Is this now cuddling enough for your standards?”

A soft chuckle fell from Chan’s lips, giving you another kiss as his hold on you tightened. “Now it is. Before it was just me trying not to rub myself on you the second we got under these blankets”.

Chan pulled back slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. Sneaking his hand from your hip to your bum, he squeezed your buttcheek, the motion making you hike your leg up his torso, pulling him even closer to you. “Still cold?”

You shook your head, and Chan simply leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips briefly, accentuating his next words with a tight squeeze to your bum. “You’re not gonna get rid of me now, princess. As soon as we make it to the next inn and I get you on a bed I’m gonna make you all mine”.

You chuckled softly, leaning in to press a loud kiss to his lips. “I’ll hold you to that”.

As Chan held you, softly caressing your back, your bum, your thigh, and with the aftereffects of your orgasm still pumping through your veins, you finally fell asleep. 

The next morning you woke up as soon as the first rays of sunlight touched your closed lids. Once you regained your senses enough you could feel warmth all over you, and you realised then that Chan was clinging to your frame, holding you so tightly in his arms you could hardly breathe. You tried to wake him up, gently caressing his back and softly murmuring his name. Your attempts only made him whine, musing a sleepy ‘five more minutes…’ before he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

All you did was chuckle softly, threading your fingers in his hair to massage his scalp, eliciting a satisfied hum against your neck. Just as you had not been prepared for Chan’s unfiltered swearing, you had also not been prepared for this facet of Chan, the clingy, touchy Chan. Even as you broke camp, he remained as close to you as he could, with his hands on you as much as he could, touching you, hugging you, even kissing you. A completely different demeanour from the one he sported when you had gotten into that almost-cave the night before.

And you retaliated, of course. With your own touches, with your own words, with your own mouth, finally able to physically display your feelings. When Chan bent over to pick up the last bundle of blankets so he could strap it up to his horse, you were presented with an opportunity, something you had wanted to do for so long but you hadn’t dared. Now, though, you could. You could indulge, so you did, reaching to him and pinching one of his buttcheeks. Chan stilled for a moment, but he resumed his movements almost immediately after, regarding you with a smirk as he finished his task.

Just as you were about to hop on your horse, you felt his hand on your rear, gripping the flesh tightly as his free hand cupped your cheek, bringing your mouth to his, stealing the air out of your lungs with his heated kiss. All you could do was whine as you brought your hand to his nape to attempt to pull him impossibly closer to you. It was truly exhilarating, feeling Chan’s warmth all over you as he kissed you, his tongue feeding the fire in the pit of your stomach, and his, too, if the hardness you felt against your belly was anything to go by.

Finally,letting go of your buttock, Chan landed a harsh smack on your rear, making you simultaneously gasp and laugh, completely in disbelief. Chan simply shrugged, alleging ‘you get your fun, so it’s only fair I get mine, too’ before he helped you get on your horse, moving to mount his as soon as you were seated.

Once you both left your former campsite behind, and got back on the trail, you couldn’t help but ask, “so, how long until we reach some civilization?”

“Probably a day, or half a day if there are no eventualities”, Chan offered. “Why, princess? Wanna get fucked that badly?” You could practically hear the smirk on his face as he talked, and you couldn’t help but scoff, incredulous. Oh, how you liked this side of Chan, too…

“Oh, I do want to get fucked”, you heard Chan laugh next to you, seemingly also in disbelief at your honesty. “But, I’m asking because I’m truly curious, besides, I figured since you already had your fingers in my cunt, might as well stop being all mysterious and tell me more about yourself on our way there”.

Chan chuckled, but he humoured you regardless. It wasn’t as if Chan hadn’t told you things about himself before, he had told you enough to intrigue you, to want to inquire more on his life, and you had managed to gather a few things here and there just by looking at him, just by the way he did things, said things, or the way he carried himself. So, as you continued your journey, hearing him tell you about his humble up-bringing, about his family, about his knighthood, steadily satisfied some of that curiosity you had towards him.

You learnt that Chan had two younger siblings, and his parents were still alive. His mother worked as a seamstress, while his dad was also a knight in the Queen’s Guard, ‘it was almost a given that I would take the oath as well and follow my father’s steps. And honestly, so far I haven’t regretted it’, he commented as soon as he mentioned his father’s profession. 

You learnt that he lived on his own, and that on his ‘hardly existent time off’ as he put it, he enjoyed hanging out with his small group of friends, playing bocce, or going out to eat, or going out for drinks. “I’d say I’m a very simple man, princess. Boring, even”, he added with a chuckle. “But what about you, though? Other than, you know, the thing with your father… What do you do to keep yourself entertained? You’re adept in embroidery, right?”

You had told Chan in passing once when you were camping in the woods that you liked to embroider to keep your mind off of things, you were honestly surprised he remembered such a mundane detail. “I mean, I’m not sure if adept is the word to use, but yes. I’m fairly into needlework in general…”

You told Chan you enjoyed playing draughts, how you used to play it a lot with the maids that got close enough to you, or even with Queen Naeel when you two would meet. “I’d like to try new things though, things that I wasn’t allowed to do. See if I can find anything that brings me joy, I want to have fun…”

Your conversation flowed like this, smoothly, seamlessly. Slowly but surely peeling layers and layers of yourself and showing them to Chan, just as he did the same. It honestly felt almost the same as before, you had never truly been uncomfortable speaking with Chan, on the contrary, he was quite enjoyable to talk to, but now, with no barriers between you both, it all just felt… Easy, soothing.

By the time night fell you had found yourselves in a small town close to the base of the mountain. An excited ‘holy shit, hot springs!’ leaving Chan’s lips as soon as he spotted the many signs, and you couldn’t help the sigh of relief as he said it, the cold was truly not something you could withstand for much longer, so hot springs sounded like heaven at that moment.

As soon as your horses were secured and sheltered, you made your way to the attached inn, finding the attendant with ease for Chan to confidently ask for one room. Taking both of your belongings, he urged you to go to the hot springs, “you must be freezing. I’ll take these up, and we can meet later for supper once we’ve warmed up, yeah?” An offer you gladly took.

The warm water eased the tremors that had started to course through you when the sun was no longer providing any heat as you travelled. A couple of old ladies engaged in conversation with you while you bathed, their presence was comforting in a way, they were nice and provided you with some company as you scrubbed your body clean. But even if they were nice, you did try your best to keep your body underwater, or to always face in their direction, not wanting to attract too much attention to your back.

When you warmed up enough and felt clean enough, you made your way to the tavern area of the inn, ordering some drinks and securing a table by the corner. Chan joined you shortly after, with a towel still draped over his head and a bright smile on his face making his dimples pop and his eyes almost disappear into crescents, and you simply couldn’t help the flutter in your heart at the sight.

The food was surprisingly decent, better than the last few inns you had stayed at throughout your journey. You heard from the attendant that the place was quite popular among travellers, mostly due to the hot springs, and you could understand that completely. You and Chan took your time eating, and even after your food was finished, you stayed there for a while, a relaxed aura settling between you two as you simply enjoyed each other’s company, drinking, talking, flirting… 

However, as soon as you made it to your room, as soon as the door closed behind you two, it was almost comical how fast Chan made his move, pinning you to the closest wall he could find as his lips connected with yours, kissing you with force, with want. Gripping your thigh, he hiked it on his hip as one of his legs slotted between yours, his thigh adding just the tiniest bit of pressure against your heat, making you moan and whine against his mouth.

You liked kissing Chan, you truly did, but right now, as your hips rolled to get some stimulation from his thigh between your legs and both your hands and his held and groped anywhere they could on the other’s body, you just couldn’t wait anymore. So you untangled your legs from his and pushed him towards the bed as you continued to kiss.

With one final push on his shoulders, Chan sank, sitting on the edge of the bed for you to climb on his lap and straddle him, cupping his cheeks to pull his mouth to yours once again almost immediately after. He grunted as soon as you lowered yourself fully on his lap, his hands roaming your body, fondling your hips, your thighs, your back… All as you quickly worked the buttons of his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning each one so you could finally get a full feel of him.

“Don’t be alarmed…” Chan mumbled against your lips as soon as you unbuttoned the last button of his shirt.

You pulled back from his lips and looked him in the eyes. Chan looked almost… Apprehensive as you looked back at him. Slowly, you brought your hands into his open shirt, feeling his abs, his pecks, reaching his shoulders. You could feel his heated skin under your fingertips, every dip, every curve, but most importantly, you could feel every raised bump that seemingly didn’t belong there, and as soon as you slid the shirt off of his shoulders and moved your eyes from his to take in the sight of his bare skin, you understood why he had given you a warning, why he asked you to not be alarmed.

Chan was well built, broad, fair skinned, all defined muscles that flexed and relaxed under your touch, but by far the most distinctive feature of his physique, were the numerous scars littering his body. They were everywhere, on his chest, on his arms, his abs, you wouldn’t be surprised if they covered his back and his legs, too. Chan simply looked back at you, expectant as you took in his form. You’d lie if you say you weren’t surprised by the sight; sure, he had a scar on his face, but that paled in comparison now to the amount of scars on his torso. Deep, superficial, keloids, faint marks, it was all an assortment of different textures and shades of his skin tone and there was no way you could just… Not notice them.

Your hands moved, tentatively, slowly, tracing the many different shapes, feeling each of his intakes of breath with your touch. You didn’t know how long you sat there just touching him, but finally, you settled your palms on his pecks, shamelessly feeling him up as your eyes fixed on your hands and you tilted your head slightly to the side. “Chan, you… You’re really handsome”, you emphasised your words with a squeeze on his pecks, which made him huff an incredulous laugh. “I’m not alarmed”, you turned your gaze back up to meet his, looking him right in the eyes. “I’m just… Curious”.

Chan just hummed, his hands moving from your thighs to hold your hips. “I’ve been in a lot of… Altercations. Some related to my knighthood, some… Not so much”.

“Will you ever tell me the stories?” Removing your hands from his chest, you proceeded to unbutton your own shirt, slowly, leisurely flicking every single button open until you could finally shrug it off of you, leaving your torso completely exposed. 

“Only if you have a few hours to spare to listen to them”, Chan took in the sight of your bare chest, you could literally see the moment his eyes zeroed in on your breasts, growing impossibly darker. You’d let him have his fun, but there was something more important you wanted to do, or at least, to show him. So you took his hands from where they were fondling your hips, his hold relenting immediately as you brought them to your lower back, pressing his palms against your skin.

“Feel them”, was all you told him, a look of confusion crossed his face briefly, but his hands moved regardless, slowly moving up the expanse of your back, that look of confusion quickly replaced with that of shock, his eyes going wide and his eyebrows rising high in surprise, only to scrunch with concern right after. 

How could you be alarmed about something you yourself carried with you every day of your life, too? Chan’s fingertips traced every single dip, every single bump, every single scar on your back, all as he looked deeply into your eyes, all as you got lost in his eyes as well. “My father was a monster, but he wasn’t stupid. He’d only leave his mark where he knew no one else could see, not unless I let them see them, at least”, you offered, shuddering slightly under Chan’s featherlight touch.

You would usually hide your marks pretty well, always told your lovers you liked the thrill of getting intimate with clothes on, that it added a sense of obscenity to the entire thing. Truth was, you simply didn’t want to deal with the looks they could give you, or to explain anything to anyone, mostly out of fear of what would happen if you spoke up against your father. Chan already knew, though. He knew what you’d been through and he had shown you his own scars, so there was no point in hiding them, no point when you could see in his eyes no semblance of judgement or disgust towards you, if anything, all you could see was fire, burning brighter the longer he looked at you, the longer he explored and touched you.

In his exploration, his hand found the back of your head, pulling down to crash your lips with his. Chan’s kiss was urgent, loaded, all passion and fire overflowing into you with each grunt, each groan. His hands brought you closer, bare chest against bare chest sharing your warmth as your fingers threaded in that mess of brown curls of his, tugging him impossibly closer to you while your tongues pushed against one another. It was both suffocating and freeing, stealing the air out of your lungs while simultaneously filling you with life.

The second your hips started to move, grinding against his hardened length his grip on your body tightened, his hands roughly palming your thighs, your hips, your rear, anywhere he could reach without breaking the contact of your chest against his, almost as if he wished to continue enjoying that feeling of warmth of your bare skin against one another. 

You felt yourself moving, Chan’s hands keeping you firmly in place as he stood up and manoeuvred your bodies so you could lay on the bed with him on top of you, right between your legs. Pulling away from your lips, he rested his weight on his hands, looking down at you just as you looked up at him. He took his time, just scanning the features of your face for a while until his eyes moved, taking in the sight of your bare upper torso, his eyes moving almost frantically as if he didn’t know where to look first. And you let him, mostly because you were also doing the same, taking in his breathtaking features, taking in every bump on his skin.

“I haven’t done this in a while”.

Chan surprised you by saying that. He didn’t look particularly ashamed or bashful or anything, he just looked… Serious. And somehow, it made you chuckle. “Could’ve fooled me”.

“Don’t wanna fool you, though”, a smirk crept onto his lips as he lowered himself on his elbows. His lips found yours, one of his arms sneaking under your neck for you to rest on it as his opposite hand found your thigh, pulling you to him so you could hold onto him. Chan rolled his hips, letting you feel him, hard and warm right at the apex of your thighs, making you moan into his mouth. 

Suddenly, Chan moved, rolling to the side and moving your body along for you to now straddle his hips, the motion earning a surprised yelp from your lips. His mouth trailed open mouthed kisses from your lips, to your chin, your neck, your collarbones while his hands roamed your back, all as you shuddered under his touch.

“Good…” you gulped the saliva that had collected in your mouth, feeling as Chan’s lips finally found their way to your breasts, kissing everywhere but where you wanted him most. “Chan…” You didn’t mean to sound that needy, that urging, but that was how your call of his name came out, and honestly, you didn’t care if you sounded desperate, because you were.

“Shh, don’t be so impatient, princess. Let me enjoy you for a bit, there’s no need to hurry”, Chan mumbled against your skin as his hands came to cup your breasts, squishing them together to create the perfect space for him to dive his face into with an appreciative hum, his thumbs coming to graze your nipples, his touch so featherlight it was almost as if he was teasing you, giving you a small taste of what you could feel and it was steadily filling you with anticipation. 

A shaky gasp escaped your lips as you felt Chan’s lips suck on the tender skin of one of your breasts, leaving a purple mark right as he gently pinched both of your nipples between his fingers. “Is this okay?” his mouth barely even moved away from your skin as he talked, and you nodded, only for Chan to lightly tweak your nipples, the barely there stimulation sending a shiver down your spine. “Words, darling”.

“Yes…” You gulped, looking down at him right in the eyes as you spoke. “It’s–It’s okay”.

Chan simply hummed, satisfied with your answer. So his lips returned to your breasts, sucking purple roses on the delicate skin all as both of his hands worked in unison to tweak and twist and pinch your sensitive buds, the combined stimulation eliciting quiet moans to spill from your lips. You felt yourself heating up further the longer he spent working your chest, touching you, marking you, and it was right as you were close to begging that you finally felt his tongue, landing tentative swipes against one of your nipples for him to finally suck it into his mouth.

“Oh, that’s good…” your finger’s tangled in Chan’s hair, tugging the strands gently. Chan hummed, sneaking his free hand to your rear, holding one of your buttocks tightly as his mouth and his hand continued to work you up. You hadn’t realised you had started to move until you felt him buck up into you, your hips slowly grinding against his, feeling his hardened length against your core, providing you with that relief you’d been desperate for even with the fabric that still separated your flesh.

Chan’s hand on your rear tightened, almost urging you to move faster, to move harder against the outline of his cock, and the moment you felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your nipple you couldn’t help but do just that, moaning from all the different sensations that completely clouded your senses. His mouth on you, his hands on you, his hardness under you, all combined sent sparks of pleasure everywhere within you, kindling that fire in the pit of your stomach, burning brighter with each roll of your hips against him.

Once Chan was satisfied with his work on your nipple, his mouth moved to the other, his hands switching positions to continue with the same treatment as before, one holding your other breast, stimulating your nipple and the other gripping your rear as tight as he could. You knew you were too far gone the moment you looked him in the eyes again, seeing his lustful, almost greedy stare looking back at you with his lips attached to your breast, so your hips sped up, chasing that feeling that was building between your legs the more you ground yourself against his hardness, and before you knew it, you were coming, trembling as heat spread within every crevice of your body, as your mind clouded with only bliss and pleasure and Chan.

“Fuck, fuck, wait…” You mumbled, breathless, firmly tugging on Chan’s hair to get him to detach his mouth from your nipple. “Too much, sensitive…”

Chan chuckled softly, moving his mouth to press kisses on your neck as he removed his hand from your breast, too, moving it to join the other to fully cup your rear. “Enjoyed yourself?” His mouth found the skin behind your ear, pressing a kiss there, only to move along and take your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently, making you swear under your breath with the action. “Couldn’t even wait, huh? Had to use me as your mount to get off?”

You simply shook your head, taking in deep breaths. “Couldn’t wait”, was all you said, completely shameless. “Not when you looked so good with my tits in your mouth”, your lips were on his in an instant, muffling Chan’s groan as you kissed him, relishing the taste of his tongue on yours and the tightening of his hold on your rear, whether the action was due to the motions of your kiss or the impact of your words, you didn’t know.

Resting your weight on your knees and separating your hips from Chan, your hands trailed down his torso until they found the waistband of his trousers. “Off”, you mumbled against Chan’s mouth, giving him enough space to manoeuvre and remove the offending piece of clothing, his underwear coming off with it, leaving him completely bare for your curious eyes to admire.

Just as you imagined, Chan’s legs were also covered in scars, of many different depths and shades, on his thighs, his shins, his calves, they were everywhere. You shuffled lower on Chan’s body, getting comfortable enough for your fingers to delicately trace each bump of raised skin they could, until finally, you moved your attention to his length, hard, pink, and pretty–especially so as precum pooled around the tip where it laid on his abdomen.

Chan was unmoving, propped on his elbows simply looking at you, the expression on his face somehow both lustful and relaxed as he let you explore him as much as you wanted, however you wanted.

“You’re staring”, there was a glint of amusement in Chan’s tone, highlighted by the smirk on his face and it made you look away from his cock to his face again.

Licking your lips, you regarded him with a smirk of your own. “What? Feeling shy?”

“With that look in your eyes? No, just feeling desired”, he said it so naturally, so unabashedly sure of it, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

The moment your fingers wrapped around his length, you could see his chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath. “Remember what you told me back at the campsite?” Your hand moved, slowly dragging up and down his length, focusing on his tip.

“I told you many things at the campsite, princess”, Chan licked his lips, his eyes jumping back and forth from looking at your hand working his cock and your face as you talked to him.

“You told me something… Something that made my mind wander…” Tightening your grip around him, you moved closer to his length, and you could’ve sworn Chan was holding his breath in anticipation. “Wanted to do this so bad, you have no idea”, with that, you replaced your hand with your mouth, finally, finally getting a taste of him.

A shaky breath and a loud ‘fuck!’ fell from Chan’s lips as soon as you took him into your mouth, as soon as he felt your tongue landing firm swipes against his frenulum and your lips dragging over his tip. You took your time, savouring him, building his pleasure as you kept a rhythm, aiding your movements with a hand on what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

His jaw went slack, quiet groans and curses spilled freely from his mouth as Chan took in the sight of you working him up. One of his hands reached for you, moving your hair out of your face to keep it from obstructing his view, settling to caress your cheek after, his touch almost tender, a complete contrast to your lewd ministrations.

“Fuck, you do have a dirty mouth…”

You simply hummed around his length in response as you continued to move. With a deep breath, you took him further into your mouth, right to the back of your throat, making Chan close his eyes and throw his head back, biting on his bottom lip to muffle his groans. 

Wet, gagging sounds filled the room, joining Chan’s constant swearing and groaning and grunting, and the combination of that along with the feel of him in your mouth had your head spinning, had you all worked up and burning up as your inner walls clenched around nothing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so good at this”, you felt Chan’s hands on your head, pulling you off of him as he quickly scrambled to get close to your mouth. “You’re too good at this, don’t wanna blow yet”, was all he said as he crashed his mouth on yours, savouring you, devouring you, all while tugging the waistband of your trousers and your underwear for you to finally take them off. Heat spread all over your face, blushing at his words, at his hands on your back, at his hands on your rear, at his tongue in your mouth.

“I want you…” Your back hit the mattress as Chan mumbled his words between kisses. His middle and ring finger found your dripping core, entering you with ease to rub against that exact spot within your walls that drove you up the wall, that exact spot that you yourself had shown him how to find, making you moan against his lips as he continued to ravish your mouth.

“I need you…” His fingers diligently worked you up, loosened you up, preparing you for him, all as your palm found his length, stroking him leisurely and your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging him even closer to you. It wasn’t enough, though. Not enough closeness, not enough fullness.

“Can I have you, princess? Hmm?” Chan pulled away from your lips, enough to look you in the eyes, to take in every single one of your features, your heavy lids, your slightly agape mouth, the way your brows furrowed as his fingers continued to pleasure you, to stretch you open.

“You have me, Chan…”

You missed his fingers within your walls and the weight of his cock in your hand immediately, the feeling soon replaced with anticipation as Chan took a hold of length and dragged his tip along your folds, coating himself in your essence. Chan looked into your eyes, looking for any signs of you wanting to back out, to stop this now. He clearly found none, if anything, all he got was you rolling your hips, enticing him, tempting him. So he moved, finally stuffing you full of him in one swift motion, eliciting a shared sigh of relief as soon as he was buried snugly within your walls.

You pulled him to you, wrapping your limbs around him and connecting your mouths almost desperately. Chan kept himself propped up on one of his forearms, with his hand holding your head in place and the other hand moving below you to find one of your buttocks, holding you tightly as he started to move. Gone was the Chan that wanted to take his time, to take it slow, the Chan that claimed there was no hurry. 

His hips collided with yours repeatedly, his pace steady, relentlessly pounding you to the mattress, his cock hitting just the right spot within your walls to get you moaning for him as soon as he started moving. You felt lightheaded, between his thrusts and his mouth on yours you could barely breathe, but it was hard to register it when all you could think about was how good this felt, how right it felt.

Chan’s lips moved away from your mouth, your moans now filling the room as he left wet, open mouthed kisses from your cheek all the way to your neck, whispering against your skin. “So good, fuck… You feel even better around my cock, shit…”

“Chan, please… Need to… Want to…” You could barely talk, but you tried anyway. You wanted your relief, you wanted to feel it while he was inside of you, you wanted him to feel it while he was inside of you.

The hold of your limbs around him relented, letting Chan pull himself away from your space to rest his weight on his heels. His thumb found your clit, the contact immediately sending that jolt of excitement up and down your spine. With one of your legs over his shoulder and you holding onto the other one to keep you spread open for him, he kept ramming into you, stealing the air out of your lungs with each thrust as his thumb rubbed your clit diligently, building your release and getting so, so, so close…

“You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to see you like this”, Chan’s thumb sped up, looking you in the eyes as he spoke, panting slightly. “So pretty, just taking my cock so well, aren’t you? Is this what you wanted too, hm?” All you could do in response was frantically nod and continue to roll your hips to meet his thrusts. “Look at you, can’t even talk, fuck…”

You simply shook your head, reaching for his hand on your thigh. “Close…”

“Close?” Chan snapped his hips harder, faster, the movement of his thumb on your clit not stopping. “C’mon, princess. I got you…”

When you came, you came hard, a sob of his name falling from your lips as you held onto Chan’s hand on your thigh for dear life, his groan of appreciation almost going unnoticed as your mind went blank. “Fuck, fuck, princess… Such a good cunt… Feel so good around me, tight, warm, shit…”

Throwing your other leg over his shoulder as well, Chan moved impossibly faster, holding onto your hips tightly, chasing his own high. “So close…” His voice was barely a whisper, completely lost in the feeling of it all as he continued to indulge in your body, in the feel of your walls clenching around him, in the way your tits looked when they bounced with every single one of his movements against you.

Pulling out, Chan held his cock in his hand, wrapping his fingers around it and pumping himself to completion right on top of your lower belly with a groan. You couldn’t help but shiver at the feel of his warm seed on your body, a sensation that you immediately knew would plague your wettest dreams, along with the sounds that ran freely from his mouth.

Chan plopped down next to you, panting, breathless. Much like yourself, just trying to catch your breaths. Closing your eyes you set to enjoy the feelings coursing through your body, the ringing in your ears, the aches and the burns and the warmth, all pure bliss and satisfaction.

When you opened your eyes again and turned your head to the side you found Chan already looking at you, and, as if there had been some pulling force between you two, you found each other once again, your mouths sealed in a slow, passionate kiss.

“So much for taking your time…” You teased him as soon as he pulled away from the kiss, making him laugh.

“Couldn’t resist when you looked so good with my cock in your mouth”, Chan reached for his discarded shirt, using it to wipe the remnants of his climax from your body, dumping it on the floor right after.

Once he laid back down, he pulled you to him, holding you close to enjoy the post-coital bliss as one of his legs slotted between yours.

“We have a problem, princess”, Chan mumbled against your hair. 

Your hands traced patterns on his back as you cuddled, feeling the scars there, too. Humming in acknowledgement, you urged him to continue, trying your best to act as if those words hadn’t brought the tiniest drop of concern in your mind.

Chan’s arms held you tighter, humming as well until he finally spoke. “Against my better judgement, against all that is proper, I’m utterly smitten by you. How are you gonna take responsibility for that, huh princess?”

Pulling back from Chan’s chest you looked at him, at the teasing smile on his face coupled with the serious glint in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but chuckle, with a genuine smile on your lips. “I guess you’ll have to court me and find out”.

“You’d like that?” There was a tone of hopefulness in his voice, and it made you giddy. “I told you, I’m a boring man, darling. You’d get tired of me”. 

“I’d like that very much”, you pressed a kiss to his lips. “Besides, you’ve already marked me, you’ve got to take responsibility for these, too”, you gestured to your chest, to the numerous purple splotches Chan left behind, a sheepish smile appearing on his face as he looked at them.

Cupping your cheek, Chan looked you in the eyes for a bit, taking you in until finally he leaned in and kissed you again.

That night, even though you were both tired from the long journey, you both spent as much of your energy as you could just exploring each other, enjoying each other, until your bodies couldn’t keep up anymore. By the time the moon was at her highest in the sky you and Chan were already spent, so you simply held onto each other as sleep finally claimed you both.

When you woke up the next day, the light coming from the window was enough for you to infer it was close to midday, and slightly alarmed, you tapped on Chan’s arm that rested around your waist. “Chan… Chan… It’s morning already, we overslept”.

Chan simply grumbled, moving his hand to your ribs, right below your breast, tightening his hold on you as he buried his face in your hair and pressed his chest flush to your back. “And? It’s not like we’re camping, doesn’t matter if we sleep in…” He mumbled, clearly only half awake.

You immediately relaxed in his hold, you’d gotten so used to getting moving as soon as your eyes opened that it almost became a part of your routine, but Chan had a point, there was no hurry to move when you were staying at an inn like this. Taking a hold of the hand he had placed on your ribs, you moved it so you could place a kiss on his calloused palm. The action made Chan let out a satisfied sigh, moving as close as he could to you as you clutched his hand to your chest.

“Maybe…” Chan spoke again after a while, mumbling against your shoulder as he started to press kisses on your skin, making goosebumps raise under his touch. “Maybe we could even stay for another day… So we can, you know, recover from the long journey…”

Chan’s hand moved away from where you were holding it against your chest, softly caressing the skin of your abdomen, your belly, your thighs, reaching your bum only for him to squeeze one of your buttocks, making you chuckle. “What do you think, hmm?”

You pressed yourself further into him, feeling him already hard against your rear. “What’s one more day to a two month trip, right?”

“Exactly”.

You moved, and as soon as you were on your back Chan was already on top of you, kissing your neck, your chest, your nipples, your belly… Slowly, leisurely, he left kisses everywhere on your torso as his hands massaged your body, mumbling words of praise against your skin as he went ‘so beautiful, driving me fucking crazy…’ Until he finally found himself between your legs, making you shudder and tremble with his tongue, with his mouth, with his fingers… Certainly one of the best ‘lazy mornings’ you had spent in a long, long time.

You did rest that extra day in the inn, going into the hot springs, eating at the tavern… But admittedly, most of the time you were just in your shared room, all tangled limbs, sharing moans and groans and grunts, sharing your warmth, sharing your stories. And by the time you left the inn, hopped onto your horses, and continued with your journey, you realised that this is what real peace felt like. 

After a few weeks, after you saw the first of many banners signalling Queen Naeel’s territory, after many more stays in inns throughout her realm, after many days and nights spent just enjoying Chan’s company, you finally made it to your friend’s home. The second you stepped into her castle you were almost winded by the collision of her body against yours, holding you so tightly against her that you couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes. 

“You’re here…” Naeel sobbed against your shoulder, only to quickly pull herself away from you to hold you by the shoulders, her eyes frantically scanning the features of your face.

You couldn’t help but giggle, bringing her into a hug again, quiet tears spilling from your eyes as you held her in your arms. “I’m here… All thanks to you, and Chan, of course”.

“Oh, Channie!” Naeel removed herself from your embrace, jumping instead towards Chan who had been standing behind you, looking fondly at the reunion, his expression quickly changing to that of shock as Naeel hugged him tightly, too. “You did well, thank you, thank you”.

“Your… Your Majesty, please”, Chan cleared his throat, awkwardly patting Naeel on the back.

“Ah, right, physical contact, big no, no”, she regarded him with another smile, reaching for your hand to pull you closer to her. “I trust you two had a safe journey?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, Your Majesty”, you had spent the last few weeks with the unfiltered, carefree Chan, it almost made you laugh to see him back into his Proper Knight mode. “Besides, Her Highness was an excellent companion all throughout”.

“Oh? Was she?” Naeel looked back at you, with a glint of something in her eyes, something insufferable you were surely going to have to deal with as soon as you two were on your own.

Chan just hummed in response, adding a “if that’s all for now, I’ll be taking my leave, Your Majesty. I’m sure you two would like to catch up”.

“Yes, yes. You’re dismissed, Channie. Take a week off, or two, or three, as you see fit, you deserve it”, with a couple of pats on Chan’s shoulders, Naeel pulled herself away from his space, coming instead to your side and slinging an arm over your shoulder, pulling you tight against her side, making you smile.

“Your Majesty”, Chan bowed his head towards Naeel, then turned to you, offering his hand. “Your Highness”, you placed your hand in his, and felt heat creep on your face as he brought it to his face, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, regarding you with a warm smile and an even warmer look in his eyes. “I’ll see you soon”.

With that, he left, leaving you a blushing mess. A blushing mess as if you had not let him fuck you for days on end.

Naeel quickly took you to the courtyard, her attendants bringing you cakes and biscuits and tea for you to spend the afternoon in a resting area that was clearly just set there for her to relax in. “So, how was the trip?” Bending at the waist, she expertly tied the anklet you had given back to her around her ankle, once again matching with you as you still wore yours religiously.

“Not that bad…” You commented as you chewed the sugary treats. Speaking with your mouth full would’ve surely earned you an angry slap from your father, but he wasn’t here, he was hopefully no longer in your life, so you could be as free as you wanted, knowing that Naeel wouldn’t judge you, if anything, she was just like you. “Compared to, you know, living with my father, it was rather enjoyable I’d say”.

Humming softly, Naeel took a sip of her tea. “And Chan?”

“Chan… Chan’s nice. Really… Really nice”, you took a sip of your tea as well, trying to hide from your friend’s inquiring eyes as she looked at you.

“He is! Just a bit too stoic sometimes”, she chuckled, reaching for a biscuit. “I was hoping he would loosen up a bit with this trip. He’s one of my best knights, but he needs to relax, to detach from work a bit. I hope he managed to distract himself”.

Your mind quickly filled with memories of the nights you and Chan shared, in the mountains, in the inns, in your campsites… You could almost feel the phantom of his touch on your skin, and it was heating you up way too quickly. “I think he… He did loosen up a bit. Or that’s how it seems to me”.

“Mmm”, Naeel gave you an inquisitive look. “You’re quite feisty, and he likes that sort of thing, so I sure hope you gave him a hard time and got him a bit out of his element…”

You stared at your friend, blinking. It dawned on you then, why your friend chose him for the task, why she sent Chan to get you, and your jaw would’ve hit the floor if it hadn’t been attached to your face. She was playing matchmaker. She had not only rescued you, but she was trying to get you laid. “You sent Chan with intent! You sent him specifically on purpose!”

“Of course I did!” Naeel laughed, loudly. “I knew you’d like him, and judging by the way you were looking at him I was right! And I was sure he’d like you, too. Haven’t seen him smile as bright as he did when you guys parted earlier!”

“Naeel, dear…” You couldn’t help but scoff a laugh, utterly baffled. “I love you so, so much. You’re nuts”.

“You know me well, my dear. And I love you, too”, Naeel’s smile couldn’t have been any brighter, and it warmed you up. You truly, truly loved your friend deeply, even if she was a bit nuts. “So, does that mean that you guys got acquainted with one another as I hoped?”

You looked at her for a moment, completely silent, your face going dead serious, which made a look of worry flash on her face. Until you couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto your lips. Slowly, you unbuttoned the first few buttons of your shirt, showing Naeel the purple marks on your chest, the marks that Chan had not let fade since the moment he first pressed his mouth on your chest, the marks he left time and time again, making Naeel gasp and bring her hands to her mouth.

“Oh, wow!” Throwing her head back she laughed again, lightly kicking her feet. “I’m a fucking genius! I should be crowned again, Queen of Matchmaking!”

You couldn’t help but laugh with her, reaching for your cup of tea. “I can’t believe you, Naeel…”

Figuring out the logistics of you staying with Naeel was easy. You didn’t want to live at the castle, it reminded you too much of your old life, and you also didn’t want to be pampered anymore. You wanted a new beginning, a different life to that you had known, so your friend helped you settle, giving you a humble house in the castle town and offering you a job as a royal seamstress within her already established team ‘I’ve seen your work, and I’d love to have you design things for me!’. It was a privilege not many could have, and you were aware of it, so you took the offer. If your friend believed in you and your abilities, why wouldn’t you believe in yourself for the task?

Your new home was cosy, just big enough for one person, with enough space for your few belongings. You thought you’d have a hard time your first night there, but it was surprisingly easy for you to fall asleep there. Almost as if your body knew there was no danger, as if it knew you could finally rest.

For your first few days there you didn’t see Chan. You didn’t know where he lived, and you hadn’t had the time to ask Naeel about it, so you settled for waiting until you could run into him, and although there was a part of you that knew he would come looking for you, there was still a part of you that worried he might’ve decided you were not worth his time anymore. That was, until you heard a knock on your door and you opened it to find the man standing right there at your doorstep, with a small bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Her Majesty told me where you were staying”, he had a sheepish smile on his face, shyly handing you the bouquet, and you couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your face as you took it. “I was hoping to… To maybe show you around?”

“I’d like that”, stepping into his space, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on his lips as your front door closed behind you.

One of Chan’s hands found your waist, pulling you closer to him with an appreciative hum as the other held the back of your head, angling you a bit so he could deepen the kiss. You didn’t care if anyone saw you, just like he also didn’t seem to care, if anything, he held you in his arms confidently, and it made you chuckle against his lips. “I take it you’re no longer conflicted about your feelings for me?”

Chan simply shook his head, removing his hands from your frame so he could link your arm with his and pull you along to walk down the street. “It’s too late for that, princess”.

“Ah, but you’re still calling me princess?” There was no ill intent in your voice, if anything, only a bit of a teasing tone.

“Of course! You are my princess, after all. Are you not, darling?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, tightening your hold on his arm as you continued to walk with him, following him anywhere he pulled you to. “Then I’ll be your princess, and yours only”.

Chan simply smiled at you, one of those smiles that made his face light up, his dimples pop and his eyes disappear, and as usual, you couldn’t help the flutter of your heart at the sight. You didn’t feel like a princess anymore, not like a real one at least, but the switch from it being a title, a title that had only meant pain in your life, to it being a term of endearment, a term used by Chan and only Chan, helped you cope, and you hoped that, in due time, you could finally fully heal.

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Seungmin should feel embarrassed, he’s aware. He’s just walked into work—his first shift with you since that phone call that’s been plaguing his mind—and you giggled when he walked behind the bar, throwing in a quiet “hey, perv” at him. Your words instantly made blood rush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he stuttered a greeting in return and rushed to the back to get changed.

Thankfully, no one heard you, which is exactly why you said it, but Seungmin’s heart is still racing like crazy. You’re perfect from head to toe, everything he wants, and now you’re teasing him about being a pervert after that phone call. He doesn’t feel embarrassed—he feels kind of defeated. 

The phone call you had was promising because it made Seungmin believe he actually stood a chance with you. The picture you told him he could keep was proof of that. Of course, him being himself, he hasn’t texted you yet. He’s seen that picture more times than he can count now, used it to get off, refresh his memory, and imagine that phone call all over again, yet he didn’t text.

It isn’t because he doesn't want to ask you out or anything like that—it’s because he wants to do it face to face to prove to himself and you that he can do this. If Seungmin keeps being a nervous mess around you, there’s no chance you’ll want to go on more than one date with him. He can’t blame you. Who’d want to meet up with a guy who can’t look them in the eyes for longer than ten seconds? Besides, do you even want to date? You only said you two should fuck.

You can do better, and Seungmin has to live up to your expectations if he wants to keep talking to you this way, if he wants to turn this into something more. So his plan today was to come into work, say hi to you, and ask you if you wanted to go out with him sometime this week. However, you calling him a perv, albeit jokingly, completely took him by surprise and sidetracked his decision to ask you out. 

The majority of the shift is awkward for him since another colleague is there too, so there’s no way for you and Seungmin to talk about what happened face to face in private. Instead, all he can do is sneak glances your way when he thinks you’re not looking and have you catch him almost every time. When you do, you smile or smirk, depending on the mood you’re in, and it brings him some sort of hope. Maybe he can do this. Maybe he’s got a chance with you, maybe you weren’t just horny that night.

When the coworker takes their half-an-hour-long break, they leave the two of you alone by the bar, and his palms instantly start getting sweaty and slippery, things start falling out of his hands and landing on the bar, and you chuckle under your breath. The worst part? It’s slow hours at work, meaning that you and Seungmin have nothing to do except lounge around and wait for customers. 

Seungmin tries to find something to do to preoccupy himself with anything other than standing there and looking at you without anything to say. While he’s cleaning the sink, you walk over and stand right next to him, hip to hip. Your closeness instantly makes him correct his posture and take a deep breath. It’s been a while since he’s had you this close, especially without any booze involved.

“You okay there, Seungmin?” you ask with a tinge of playfulness in your voice. He can’t see your face, but he’s sure you’re smirking, as always. He gulps and looks straight ahead.

“Yup, just….  Wasting time. Counting the hours until I can go home,” Seungmin tells you with a sigh, unable to even look to the side to face you because you smell so good and he’ll just think about kissing you if he looks at you, and he can’t do that at work. Even if he could, he’d chicken out. “Slow day, huh? Not that many people around today.”

“Nervous?” you ask, lowering your voice as you completely ignore everything he’s told you. Maybe it’s for the better. He is just blabbering because he is nervous when you’re so close to him. “Was the perv thing too much? I’m sorry.”

God, you’re bringing it up in public! Seungmin purses his lips and takes a deep breath, screaming internally. He’s red in face and he just knows it without having to look at himself. You’re looking at him, though, so he’s sure you know and are enjoying it. “No…” He gulps again, hating how weak his voice sounds. “It-it’s fine, really.”

“I mean, both of us were on the call, so that makes us both kind of perverted,” you continue, still keeping your voice down, not really paying attention to the three customers sitting a couple of tables away. 

Seungmin, however, has his eyes on them now, not wanting them to stand up and startle him if he gets too lost in this conversation with you. He’d probably flinch and stutter and seem as an even bigger mess than he really is. “I… Uhm, yes.”

“I like that, though,” you admit, once again taking him by surprise. How you can be so open about something so personal, and in public, at that, is always astonishing. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, I’m an open book,” Seungmin says even though he knows he’s in fact not an open book. He’s scared shitless, completely lost in his feelings for you. These feelings are not purely sexual, which makes them so much worse, and he’s feeling incompetent. He can’t exactly admit any of that and still look cool in your eyes—if he ever did.

“Why haven’t you still texted?” You go straight for the jugular with a little chuckle. “Listen, if you lost interest, that’s totally fine, but I kind of don’t think you did. In fact, I think you’re just freaking out a bit after what happened.”

“I—” The words die down in his throat, it suddenly feels so dry, and nothing comes to mind. He goes stiff all over, and his mouth stays open for a while until he tries to come up with something to say. Then, Seungmin clears his throat and decides to man up for once. He wasn’t the first one to bring dating up like he wanted to, but he can now be honest about it. “I’m sorry. I do want to text and date you. I wanted to ask you… out today.”

“Did the perv thing mess with you that much?” you suggest, clearly already knowing him better than he thought you did. With a slight nudge, you add, “I have to keep my mouth shut then. I’d love to go out with you. Or just make out, whichever comes first.”

With that, you let out a little chuckle and pat his butt. It’s a simple ass smack, you and the other girls give them to each other when you pass one another in the bar, and sometimes, he gets one from one of the other coworkers. It doesn’t mean anything, but feeling your touch makes his body react, embarrassingly so.

It’s not just the touching, though, it’s the fact that you just said you wanted to make out with him, Kim Seungmin, that has blood rushing to his cock. “I, uh, I… Amazing then. We should do that.”

You giggle now, moving in even closer until he finally looks to the side and faces you. Fuck, you’re so pretty, especially so up-close and when you’re smirking at him the way you are. He forgets all about being at the workplace and there being customers in the same room, and simply stares right back. “Date or make out?” you ask, clearly enjoying watching him struggle. 

His hands have long stopped using the rag to clean the sink, and now he’s just standing there staring at you, unable to look away. Seungmin swallows the lump in his throat and answers, “Both?”

You hum happily, giving him a slight nod. “Mmm, I like that. And I see that,” you say, shooting a glance at his erection. 

It’s these fucking pants, he knows it. The job uniforms are these ugly polo shirts you all have to wear, but the bottoms are up to the employees. You, as always, have opted for a skirt that gives Seungmin a clear enough look at your thighs, which he so desperately wants to sink his teeth into, even now when he’s panicking about his dick getting hard. 

He, on the other hand, chose tight pants to seem more professional. The downside? Everyone can see when he’s hard in them—you can see he’s hard. “Uh, I’m sorry,” Seungmin says with a sigh, letting his hands fall to his sides, shoving his fist into his pocket to try to hide what you’ve already seen.

“Why are you saying sorry?” You lean in so close he thinks you’re about to kiss him, but you don’t. Instead, you smile softly and lower your voice, “You know I like it.”

This statement makes him choke and then quickly clear his throat to hide the fact that he almost died from choking on his own saliva because he’s too horny for you. Seungmin wasn’t expecting you to be as straightforward in person, but he can’t say he doesn’t like it. He’s embarrassed but wants to hear you tell him just how much you like him. “I always think it’s kind of pathetic,” he finally admits, getting you to nod sympathetically. 

“You? Pathetic?” you repeat the words, frowning. “I never thought that. When I see you’re hard, I just want to… touch it.”

Seungmin nods, as if he’s giving you permission to do that when he’s in fact just extremely excited about hearing you say it. You can touch him any time, any place. And you do. You’re both behind the bar, so no one can see what’s happening below chest level. Besides, the three guests are too busy talking to even glance your way. 

You use that to your advantage and reach for his crotch, running your fingertips along the outline of his erection. It’s not the first time you’re touching Seungmin, but it’s the first time you’re doing it sober and in broad daylight, in public—it feels mindblowing already.

He grunts and looks down for a second, trying to memorize just how nice your hand looks when it’s pressing into his hard cock. Then, he remembers that there are people here, so his head snaps in their direction. 

“Relax, they can’t see,” you hum at him, now grabbing his cock as much as you can over his pants. “You’re so hard, Seungminnie… I wish we could do something about it now.”

God, he wants you to do something about it badly. Seungmin wishes he was the type of guy who’d tell you to go meet him in the employee bathroom so he can fuck you senseless, but he’s not. Instead, he gulps and admits, “Me too.”

“Maybe after our shift’s over?” you suggest, giving his cock a squeeze, one that earns another grunt from him. He’s so embarrassed about reacting that way, but you’re so incredibly hot and you might get caught and it’s all messing with his head.

“We, we… Yes, let’s do it,” he tells you with a nod, unsure of what he’s agreed to. Whatever it is, Seungmin is down if it involves you. 

With a giggle, you let go of his cock just before a customer steps inside the place, and you two quickly move away from each other. Soon enough, your colleague’s back, so there’s no more close contact, but it doesn’t stop Seungmin from fantasizing about you, which he does for the rest of the shift, too, wondering if you two would talk after it.

The minute your shift is over, you hand over everything to your colleagues and the three of you go to the employee locker room together. There are two rows of lockers, one for men, the other for women, so you and Seungmin can’t see each other, which is something he’s desperate for. 

You take a long time changing, and so does he, getting too lost in thoughts about you and then embarrassed about the erection that springs up when he does that. Seungmin’s too lucky for his own good—you told him once again that you were interested, and he was still too fucking scared to speak up and do something, anything.

The colleague leaves in a rush, waving a quick bye to Seungmin, who’s thankfully put on his sweats at this point, successfully hiding his erection. The very next second, you join him in the men’s part of the locker room with a grin on your face. He’s sitting on a bench with his shirt in his hands, about to put it on, but Seungmin freezes the second he notices you making a beeline towards him.

It’s just the two of you, and there’s only one thing you can want here. You walk over to him until you’re standing in between his legs, forcing him to look up at you. Seungmin doesn’t like this position very much, but it reminds him of how things are with the two of you—you always have the upper hand and he can only look up at you. 

“Alone at last,” you say playfully and reach for him. 

Your palms take hold of his head, partly touching his neck, partly his face, so gently that Seungmin could scream. He does fantasize about you two screwing each other’s brains out and everything, but he also just wants to hold you and be held, to get to experience all the things other people do, and this gentle touch of yours reminds him of that wish.

“Finally,” he mutters and instantly feels annoyed with himself. Really? After everything that’s happened, that’s the best he can come up with? Luckily, you don’t seem to mind, judging by the way your thumbs gently caress his jaw. 

You hum, a smile spreading across your face as you continue caressing him slowly, and Seungmin loves it. Women never touch him this way—almost lovingly, even if he knows you definitely don’t love him—and it has him weak in the knees. The way you’re looking at him is different from before, too. There’s no smirking or playfulness all of a sudden, it’s just you looking at his face warmly, taking in his eyes, nose, and lips, taking your time to look at every part of his face with a smile that makes him smile back.

Suddenly, Seungmin feels calm. He’s almost shivering at your touch but not because of nervousness. No, he’s thrilled you’re here with him. “I…” He pauses to sigh deeply, knowing he has to do this now because he was once again offered the perfect opportunity. If Seungmin lets this one slip through his fingers, God knows when and if he’ll get another one. “I’m sorry for being so, uh, weird. I would really love to take you out on a date.”

You nod and give him a sympathetic smile, thumbs still gently grazing his jawline. “I know. I’d like that too,” you lower your voice when speaking as if someone can hear you. “What makes you this nervous?”

“I’m not sure,” Seungmin readily admits. “You.”

“Hm,” you hum, your expression now turning into a questioning one. “But you do know I’m interested in you. In fact, my friends think I have a soft spot for you.”

“S-soft spot?” Seungmin repeats after you and knows he sounds like an idiot, but he’s just shocked to hear it. 

What’s even more surprising is that you’ve obviously talked to your friends about him, of all people. Your friends know who he is. What did you tell them? Seungmin wants to know all of it. Do they think he’s a total loser and that you should just move on? He couldn’t blame them if they did.

“Mhm,” you nod, “I think I do too. So, nothing to worry about here. No need to be nervous, it’s just us.”

“You, you’re right,” he nods, even though he’s not convincing himself either. “It’s… I can’t help it.”

“What are you so afraid of?” You cock your head to the side as you look at Seungmin, your fingertips grazing his neck now. “The way I see it, we both want to date each other. That’s enough.”

“Of, uh, not being…” Good enough? That’s definitely the first thing that comes to his mind when he thinks about you two together. You’re way out of his league, and he feels like a stupid little puppy around you, following your every move, unable to speak up. Experienced enough? Definitely. You beat him in that respect too, and Seungmin’s sure you’ve had men who were way better than him. “Of disappointing you.”

“How?” You continue with the questions, clearly determined to get to the bottom of this today. Seungmin is nervous, but not nearly as much as he thought he’d be. It’s probably because you’re still touching him so gently he thinks he’ll start purring any second now. 

“By being a nervous mess?” he suggests with a sigh. “Not being able to give you what you want.”

There, he said it, even if it isn’t as clear and detailed as he wants it to be. You’re a smart girl, you’ll catch on. You seemingly do, because you frown and look to the side for a second. “You can give me what I want,” you finally say with a nod. Your fingertips are now gently tapping against the side of his neck. “You already have.”

“I want to give you more,” Seungmin admits with a gulp, hoping he’s not crossing any lines here. He’s just fingered you so far, and you seemed to enjoy it, but he wants to be able to give you more, pleasure you with his mouth too, fuck you, touch you whenever you feel like it until your legs are shaking. He also wants to feel more confident.

Seungmin expects you to tell him he’s being silly or to promise him that he will—that’s something that sounds like you. However, you blow him away, once again. “Then do it.”

It’s short and sweet, this suggestion of yours, and the smirk on your face tells Seungmin you mean it. You do want him to make you come. “H-here?” he asks, not wanting to touch you in such a public setting if it’s not something you explicitly ask for. After all, he had to ask you if you really wanted him to talk dirty to you while having phone sex, so it’s kind of expected.

You think so too, judging by the way you chuckle. “Why not?” you ask with a shrug. “We can lock the door. The other shift is working anyway.”

When Seungmin nods, you step away and lock you two inside of the locker room. He watches you do it and takes a deep breath, calming himself down. You like him too. You want him to do this, and God knows he’s wanted it for a long time now. Nothing can go wrong.

His little internal pep talk is interrupted by you walking over and placing your hands on his neck again. This time, you lean in and kiss him, and fuck, do you smell and taste amazing. Seungmin always forgets just how good it feels to kiss you, and when he finally does, he’s just as amazed as the first time. You kiss for a while, both making quiet noises, eager to shove your tongues into each other’s mouths. What starts out as a slow kiss quickly turns into something desperate, and Seungmin gets hard yet again, dying to feel you.

He surprises himself this time by standing up without warning and cupping your face, pulling you in closer until your body is pressed against his. Seungmin guesses your gentleness really did a number on him because he’s received a sudden rush of confidence. Before he knows it, he has your back pinned against the closest locker, one of his hands moving down to your crotch.

This is easy, he has this down already, except that every time he fingered you, you’ve both been drunk and it was easier for him to relax than it is now. Still, he keeps his eyes closed and shudders when his fingers touch your covered crotch. You have underwear on, but Seungmin feels your warmth over it, which makes him start rubbing you right away, paying attention to touching your clit, too. 

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter, breaking the kiss to push your head back into the locker. Your heavy breathing makes Seungmin believe you’re enjoying this already. “I love it when you take charge.”

This almost makes him laugh, mostly because he never initiates a thing, except when he’s drunk. Seungmin will have to do it more often if you like it this much. In an instant, he hooks two fingers under the hem of your underwear, right next to your entrance, and pushes them to the side just enough for the two fingers to slip in and start rubbing your slit directly. “Fuck,” you both say at the same time, and it makes Seungmin’s cock twitch. 

You like his touch, and he really likes touching you. Feeling how wet you are for him just makes Seungmin more and more confident. By the time he drags his fingers up to your clit, both of them wet with your arousal, you grunt again. “Ah, Seungmin! Please…”

“Please what?” He’s not trying to sound tough or make you beg—all he wants is to give you exactly what you want. He needs to hear you moan for him while you come all over his fingers, and he’ll do whatever it takes to get there. 

“Don’t tease,” you ask of him, opening your eyes again to look at him. All Seungmin can think about is how pretty you are, so he kisses you, pushing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth, muffling the cries you let out when he starts fucking you with his fingers. 

They slide in so easily he has to grunt, imagining how nice it would be to push the tip of his throbbing cock into you and have your walls wrap around it the way they do around his two fingers. As if you know what’s on his mind, you grab his cock over his sweatpants and squeeze hard, which makes Seungmin lose focus for a second or two. His fingers come to a standstill and he moans into your mouth, hips bucking into your palm. “I want you so bad,” he musters up the courage to admit through a whisper, and you reward him with another kiss.

“I want you too,” you respond once you stop kissing him, seemingly out of breath. “Keep going, please…”

That’s when Seungmin remembers his two fingers are curled inside of you but are still because he’s too busy focusing on you touching him. So, instead of risking getting lost in your touches again, he drops down to his knees and uses the other hand to push your underwear even more to the side, revealing your pussy to him. 

When he talks about sex, Seungmin uses the word ‘cunt’, but now that he’s so close to your crotch, he feels like that word is too vulgar and crude to describe something this pretty and attractive. His fingers are gently moving up and down, careful to rub the spot that makes you moan every time—he knows it well by now, even if he didn’t get to finger you that many times. 

“You, you don’t have to—” you start but are cut off a second later when Seungmin kisses your clit as if he’s kissing your mouth, wetting it first before starting to tease it with the tip of his tongue. He’s good with his tongue, he thinks, at least that’s what he’s heard from the women he’s kissed so far. That’s why Seungmin hopes he’ll be good at eating you out, too. He needs to be.

“Oh my God!” Your moan encourages Seungmin to continue playing with your clit while his fingers slide in and out with ease, accompanied by different sounds you make in return. 

You taste great, and he hasn’t even had a proper taste since he’s focusing solely on your bud. This is a lot easier than expected, mostly because he already knows what you like when it comes to fingers. All he has to do is suck and kiss your clit, hoping to get you off. 

“Right there,” you instruct as you tangle your fingers into his hair, and Seungmin thinks he’ll explode. At this point, his cock is leaking into his underwear, but he doesn’t even want to touch himself—all he thinks about is your juicy cunt under his tongue, his fingers inside it, rubbing you from the inside, getting to feel you clench.

His mind races when you moan his name, each moan more high-pitched than the last one, letting him know you’re getting close. This is so much better sober, Seungmin realizes. He gets to feel every single thing, nothing’s lost to the slight dizziness, no holes in memory, just your beautiful moans and hair-pulling, the scent and feel of you so vivid he thinks he’ll never think about anything else again.

“Fuck, Minnie,” you say through a chuckle, pushing your hips into his face, holding him there with your hand, fingers gripping his hair tight. Pain pricks his scalp, which just sends shivers down his spine and even more blood rushing to his cock. “You’ll make me come.”

This causes him to moan against your slit and start licking you so hard he gets dizzy, head moving from side to side quickly, flattened tongue applying pressure with every swipe. The sounds Seungmin makes against your skin make you hiss more and more until you come for him, grunting loudly as your walls contract around his two fingers, body shaking into his face. 

Seungmin only stops when he feels your grip on his hair release, moving away so he can stick his tongue out and lick your juices off his lips. He’s looking right into your eyes as he does that, and you look down at him and bite down on your bottom lip, trying to muffle a grunt.

“Fuck,” you say, sounding like you’re out of breath. “We should do this more often.”

“We should,” he agrees with a nod, easing his fingers out of you even though your walls seem to want to keep him in. It’s this simple? He now wants to do it all the time. Without thinking about it, Seungmin brings the two fingers up to his mouth and sucks your slick off of them, savoring your taste. He’s had just a slight taste of you that night when he licked his fingers an hour after fingering you, but it doesn’t come close to this.

“Fuck,” you mutter, fingers grabbing his chin and pushing it upward, making him look you in the eyes while he sucks the fingers. “Seungminnie… You’re such a fucking slut. I love it.”

Your use of the word makes his dick twitch painfully inside his pants, dying for release. If you call him that one more time, Seungmin could blow his load untouched. He really could. “I…” He’s at a loss for words, so he just nods until you let go of his chin. “Yes.”

“Yes?” you coo and lean in, licking his bottom lip. “I love that.”

Seungmin shivers at your words and then you kiss him and it all becomes a blur. You kiss perfectly, like you mean it. This time around, you’re moaning into the kiss, your hand making its way to the front of his pants, giving his erection a hard squeeze. “So hard for me, Seungminnie…” You say it like it’s a bad thing, even if you’ve admitted you enjoyed it.

“Always,” he agrees, deciding to ignore your tone and how it makes his cock twitch. 

“I want to give you what you want,” you explain, lips brushing against his as you speak. At the same time, your hand is getting his cock out of his sweatpants, thumb running across the head of it, smearing precum over it. “You’re so fucking good with that mouth. What do you want, Seungmin? Just name it.”

His cock twitches in your hold, another drop of precum spilling out, making you hiss. Are you really asking him this? Can he really choose whatever he wants? The world doesn’t work this way, not for Seungmin—he just doesn’t get the things he wants, mostly because he’s afraid of asking for them. So, he realizes he shouldn’t be and says, “You.”

“I’m right here,” you say, looking back up into his eyes. “What do you want from me?”

“I, I…” he gulps, hoping he won’t overstep a boundary or ten, “I want to fuck you.” It’s true, though, and it’s what he’s wanted for a long time. He wants to date you and spend time with you and fuck you until he passes out.

“Good,” you nod, “I want that too.” 

And just like that, you agree to fuck him, to let his cock enter you, let Seungmin explore your body this way too. You kiss him eagerly, tongue in his mouth before he can breathe in, but he loves it. Stupidly, Seungmin grabs the base of his shaft and tries to lead it to your entrance.

“You do make me get all stupid, but not that stupid,” you say with a chuckle, patting his cheek. “Condom’s a must.”

“O-of course, yes!” Seungmin nods, feeling the need to smack himself in the face. Why is he always embarrassing himself in front of you? Of course he wants to use a condom, too. He believes you’re disease-free too, but what about protection? That’s not something either of you should risk.

“Okay, good,” you grin at him, hands pulling him in to kiss him, “so?”

“I, I don’t have one,” Seungmin realizes, instantly killing the mood. He’s so fucking hard for you he thinks he will come if you keep talking to him, let alone touch him, and yet, he won’t get to fuck you because he’s so stupid and doesn’t have condoms in his bag. “Fuck.”

You seem a bit disappointed too, judging by the slight frown that washes over your face. “Maybe, uh, I can help you now, and we can leave that for some other time?”

Seungmin feels kind of relieved, which is strange because he really wants to fuck you. Maybe it’s just because he believes a more intimate setting would be better for that. Wouldn’t if feel more pleasurable if you were somewhere all alone, without the fear of someone catching you, somewhere where you can take your time with each other? He just nods and lets you take his cock in your hand again. Seungmin should be used to the feeling of you on his dick by now, but it’s not something he can easily get used to because it feels so surreal.

He definitely wishes he had a condom on him right now so he could just slide right in and fuck you against this locker, feel how tight and wet you are for him, feel your heat on his cock as he pushes into you, backing you up into the locker. But, he’s more than content with this too—it’s a lot more than Seungmin could have even hoped for.

And then, you surprise him again by dropping down to your knees and taking his tip into your mouth before he can even speak. Your mouth is hot, and feeling that type of warmth around his dick is not something Seungmin is used to, so he cries out and balls his fists. “Fuck, you’re good,” he tells you, unable to keep quiet, not when you’re looking right into your eyes as you slide your mouth up and down his length. 

When you start sucking, Seungmin feels like he’s going to explode. So, he tightens his fists harder and takes a deep breath. You notice that, clearly, because you take hold of one of his fists and bring it closer to your face. “Want me to touch?” he asks softly, feeling overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions towards you. When you give him a slight nod and suckle on the very tip of his cock, Seungmin tangles both hands into your hair, gently massaging your scalp. “Mhm, fuck!”

He sounds so whiny and isn’t proud of it at all, but the more he moans, the harder you suck, the more you bob your head. He’s impressed by how much you can take, how quickly you move, and how easily you set a pace and keep it. You’re clearly keen on making him come, and Seungmin doesn’t fight it. You don’t have that much time. Otherwise, he’d keep postponing his orgasm all day just to feel your mouth on him. “You feel s-so good… Please, don’t stop.”

You hum, looking up at him before going back to bobbing your head over the tip, careful to pull the skin back and forth with your lips. Seungmin’s fingers continue grabbing your hair, fingertips grazing your scalp. Even if you’re sucking him off like you two are in a porno, he wants to treat you nicely, wants to pet you and tell you how pretty you are, so he does. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, hissing and kicking his head back when you grab his balls and squeeze, your mouth still working his hard cock. “Even prettier with a dick in your mouth.”

The words coming out of his mouth are so foreign to him because he’s never said them to another person before, but it’s you and he has nothing to lose at this point.

You squeeze again, groaning as you speed up, and he’s sure he’ll blow soon. “Please, use your hand too,” Seungmin begs, wanting you to jerk him off while you suck on the tip of his cock, which is exactly what you give him, humming and moaning throughout the whole thing. You even let him give you a couple of thrusts, even if he’s not going hard or fast. It all feels more than perfect, and he realizes he’s coming a tad too late. “Fuck, I’ll come, fuck, can I—?”

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence, but at least he’s warned you. Instead of pulling away like he’s expected you to, you deep-throat him, let his cock enter your throat, let semen gush out of his swollen tip and end up in your throat while your eyes stare up at him. It’s definitely the best orgasm of his life—he’s certain of it when his vision goes blurry and his eyes water. All he can do is groan and grab your hair, giving your throat just two sloppy thrusts to get the rest of the cum out.

You gently push his hips away when you start struggling with having him in you, and Seungmin doesn’t mind at all—he’s so high off his orgasm he can’t do anything, let alone think. “You okay?” you ask, patting his hips, and all he can do is nod.

“I, I— Y-yeah, so good,” he says, grabbing both your hands and helping you stand up.

When you do, you groan and say something about your knees hurting, but Seungmin only has one thing in mind. Instead of asking, he leans in and kisses you, arms wrapping around your body, pulling you in closer. You kiss him back this time too, chuckling into the kiss. “You have no idea how hot you look when you come.”

Seungmin scoffs and pecks your lips again, feeling like he never wants to let go of you. “You do too.”

“Bring a condom next time, will you?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow up as you move away from him. “And tuck your dick in, I’ll unlock the door now.”

Flushed and still feeling like he’s having an out-of-body experience, Seungmin does as asked, still breathing heavily. You unlock the door, walk over to your locker, take your things with you and walk back to where he is still standing. You lean in and peck his lips. “Text me about the date. I want to go on one with you. Okay?”

Seungmin nods, letting out something that can only be described as a pathetic whimper. He’s so turned on by everything you do it’s embarrassing, especially now that you’ve made him come with your mouth. It’s almost surreal. “I, I will. I promise.” 

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