Only Fools Fall For You | Hyunjin Sm Au

only fools fall for you | hyunjin sm au

synopsis:

you're excited to finally get a new start at university, majoring in the thing you love the most; dancing, and you're positive that absolutely nothing can ruin the quintessential college experience for you.

that is, until you run into your lifelong rival, hwang hyunjin and to make things worse...you can't seem to get rid of him.

pairing: dancer! hyunjin x dancer! reader

fic type: social media au + written parts

genre: college au, angst, enemies to lovers, smut, mature content, friends with benefits, some fluff, slowburn (!)

status: complete

masterlist:

playlist

yns squad

hyunjins squad

1. a fresh start

2. not a cat, minho

3. i need new friends

4. number one fan

5. a hopefully hot boy

6. bane of my existence

7. i blame felix

8. a beautiful dancer

9. did you just defend hyunjin

10. be more passionate

11. the enemy you know

12. should i be offended

13. is this even legal

14. the bar is so low

15. not a bad kisser

16. ready, ready baby

17. the morning after

18. what happened last night

19. showstopping

20. being sick

21. im gonna kill him

22. a pretty face

23. dramatic entrance

24. distracted

25. communication can help

26. the world would be a better place

27. get back at him

28. what i want

29. nothing to hide

30. you've matured

31. beautiful face but a terrible personality

32. one and done

33. you sound whipped

34. i want you to

35. does this make up for it

36. don't say no

37. play with fire

38. weather forecast, wet

39. more important than ramen

40. you up?

41. not fighting anymore

42. english lit can wait

43. am i allowed to kiss you

44. red lights

45. the view

46. corn dogs

47. chaeprincess

48. i hate people

49. looking out for hyunjin

50. talk to yeji

51. how can you be sure ?

52. happy birthday han

53. everything okay ?

54. what happened in high school

55. happy for you

56. safe space

57. what's kkami

58. yeji knows

59. moving on

60. you need to get out

61. unforgettable night

62. daisy

63. hatred is a strong word

64. not afraid to show it

65. hopeless romantic

66. not your business

67. have faith

68. little star

69. epilogue part 1 : the world is a better place

70. epilogue part 2: look where that got us

An Alternative

'The alternate ending to An Arrangement'

Hyunjin x female reader/Chan x female reader

Word count: 10.5k (look... I know.)

A/N: Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry. Just sorry. Did I mention that I'm sorry? I had considered this kind of ending originally but decided to go with a Hyunjin happy ending since it was technically a Hyunjin fic. A couple people showed interest in how else things could have happened. This is that. I'm sorry! I posted the story in its entirety but if you've read An Arrangement and would just like to read the alternate ending I've marked where that starts. If you start there its about 5.2k words! Tagging @ughbehavior and @svintsandghosts for Hyunjin @seospicybin for the angst, and @cb97percent for Chris and, as she always says, his endless supply of baby girl! As always MDNI 18+ONLY and warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY: fuck buddies, unprotected piv sex, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation (a little), cum eating, semi-public sex, a little rough sex (a little spanking a little hair pulling), praise, pet names (good girl, baby girl etc.), cream pie, breeding kink. I believe that is everything but as I always mention if I missed something please let me know and I will add it to the warnings!

Hwang Hyunjin. The two of you ran in completely different crowds. You could not be more opposite if you tried. You knew that going into your little arrangement with him, yet still you couldn’t resist him. Who could? It was so cliché. You were on the dean’s list, wore preppy clothes, you were quiet, reserved, a good girl. He was the bad boy, or so he would try to appear. Combat boots, chains, and clad in black from head to toe, minus the bright red hair he’d recently started sporting. Your stuck-up parents would never approve of you dating such a boy let alone the things you were actually doing with him. Hyunjin had a way of getting you to do things you never thought you would do with anyone. He didn’t pressure you or guilt you into any of it. Never. No, he just had a way of bringing that side out in you and making everything he would suggest sound so… appealing.

The first time you saw him was on one of the rare occasions he had actually shown up to class. It was easy to spot him when he confidently walked in a little more than fashionably late with flaming red hair. He was absolutely beautiful and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. None of the girls could. He had been walking up the stairs by you to take a seat towards the back of the lecture hall when you had accidently knocked your pencils on the floor. You reached down to pick them up at the same time he did, his hand grazing one of yours. You glanced at him and he gave you a sly smile, one of his dimples popping out. As he placed your pencils back on your desk his other hand gently slid up your calf stopping at the back of your knee and squeezed. You blushed and bit your lip and Hyunjin winked at you before going to take a seat right behind you. You couldn’t focus the rest of the class that day.

The second time you ran into him you did just that. You were running to make it to one of your classes and Hyunjin was roaming campus halls instead of being in his class as usual. You rounded a corner and ran right into him full force. Of course, he was sturdier than you so while he stumbled you crashed to the floor.

“What the hell watch wh-” When he realized it was you, he stopped. You were on your ass rubbing the heels of your palms where you had tried to catch yourself but only ended up hurting yourself more. Hyunjin’s demeanor changed immediately.

“Oh shit hey sorry. Are you okay?” He was genuinely concerned as he reached down to help you up. When you got up you didn’t realize who you had run into, you were too busy trying to rub the soreness away from your ass, wincing. Hyunjin couldn’t help the way his mouth watered and his dick got a little hard watching you rub your palm flat against your full ass, your skirt bunching just a little, riding up showing more of your thighs. You smoothed your skirt back down and finally looked up to see who you had bumped into. When you did your mind went blank.

“Uh...” You just stared at Hyunjin speechless and he gave you that same smirk he had given you in class and took a step towards you. You backed up against the wall and one of Hyunjin’s arms came up, his hand resting on the wall by your head, partially caging you in. He leaned in close and your breathing hitched. His other hand rested on your waist before sliding down and gently gripping your ass cheek that you had just been rubbing, his thumb caressing it.

“I asked if you were okay?” You swallowed hard and shook your head as blush crept up your neck and face. He leaned in closer pressing his pouty lips against the shell of your ear.

“Good, wouldn’t want anything to happen to such a nice...” Hyunjin gripped your ass cheek harder, fingers dangerously close to gripping flesh and not fabric, making you gasp.

“Girl.” He nuzzled against your ear and then let go of your ass and walked away leaving you there absolutely breathless. You had a few of these interactions with Hyunjin. He was always very forward, borderline aggressive with his advances, light touches and gentle groping. You could tell under the façade he was trying to put up that he was really a nice guy. No matter how hard he tried to give off the bad boy vibe you saw through it. He had picked up your pencils for you, he had been genuine in his concern and helped you up when you fell, and he would never cross a certain line when he was flirtatious with you. Hyunjin wanted to tease you, push you. He could tell you wanted him, the way you would hold your breath and close your eyes in anticipation when he got closer. The way you leaned into his touches. The blown-out lust filled eyes you gave him every time he pushed your buttons and walked away. Hyunjin would only ever go that ninety percent just waiting for you to burst and take the other ten. Every time walking away leaving you more frustrated than the time before. One day when you were studying in the library for midterms you were walking up and down rows of shelves looking for a specific book and suddenly you were grabbed from behind and pulled into the back utility closet. You went to scream and a big hand clamped around your mouth as familiar pouty lips were pressed against your ear.

“No need to scream now it’s just me good girl.” Once you realized it was Hyunjin and relaxed he let go of you and you spun around. You slapped and hit him and yelled.

“You scared the shit out of me Hyunjin god!” He laughed at your outburst. You had never even spoke to him before let alone said his name. He grabbed your hands that swatted at him and pulled you close.

“Mmm I like the way my name sounds in your mouth good girl.” You had enough. You couldn’t take his teasing anymore. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“I have a name. It’s Y/N, thank you very much and if you think you like your name in my mouth you have no idea how much you’re going to love your cock in there.” Okay you weren’t exactly sure where that boldness came from but he’d pushed your buttons long enough. Hyunjin looked at you and his jaw dropped. He thought he’d get you to break but he did not expect that. A mischievous smile spread across his face.

“Ooo dirty and here I thought you were a good girl. Or are you just all talk baby?” You smirked at him as you sunk to your knees. You unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started pulling down his zipper. You licked your lips as you looked up at him.

“I’m a great girl by the way.” You pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock. It was long and slender and pretty just like him. You wrapped your hand around the base and spit on it before taking him into your mouth.

“Fuuuck yes you are. God damn! The BEST girl!” Hyunjin thread his fingers into your hair and held onto the back of your head as you bobbed up and down on his dick. You sucked and swirled your tongue around him as you continued to take him further into your mouth. His other hand came up and he gripped your head on both sides as you hollowed your cheeks and he fucked into your mouth, making you gag before finally pulling you off. Hyunjin pulled you up from your knees and kissed you pulling you close, his hard cock pressing against you. Suddenly he dropped down to his knees in front of you. He pushed your hips up against the wall as he lifted your skirt. Hyunjin pulled your panties down holding them open so you could step out of them, he brought them up to his face and took in your scent before shoving them in his pants pocket.

“You won’t be needing these.” He hiked one of your legs over his shoulder grabbing a hold of your ass wasting no time burying his face in your wet cunt. The way his lips and tongue worked at your clit, sucking and slurping at you, it was exquisite. You grabbed a hold of his fiery red hair with both hands to balance yourself when he threw your other leg over his other shoulder, pressing you against the wall harder as he continued to eat you out as if his life depended on it.

“HYUN-” You bit on your fingers trying to keep quiet as Hyunjin hummed against your clit pushing you over the edge quickly with only his mouth. Your legs shook around his head as he kitten licked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He removed one leg at a time from his shoulders making sure you were steady before letting go and standing up. He pulled you close pressing you against him again and kissed you running his hands down your body and grabbing your ass. He quickly turned you around pressing you against the wall, pulling your hips out and kicking your legs apart. It made you drip with excitement the way he handled you so roughly. Hyunjin lifted your skirt over your ass again and gave it a smack before he leaned over you and lined himself up with your soaked entrance. He stopped before pushing into you.

“Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me good girl.” You laid your head back against his shoulder and grabbed a handful of his hair as you pushed yourself onto his cock.

“God, I want you. Please Hyunjin I want you.” He groaned as he pushed and sunk further into you.

“FUCK so wet, so fucking tight!” Once Hyunjin was balls deep in you he started rocking his hips gently against your ass. It was totally different than the way he’d man handled you into position. It was almost tender the way he fucked you, his arms wrapped around your body, plump lips grazing your neck and shoulder with soft kisses. Barely pulling out before he buried his cock deep into you again. One of his hands traveled down and his fingers started teasing your clit, he felt you clench around him.

“Are you close good girl? Are you gonna give me another one? You have another one in you right come on good girl?” He pushed in even deeper and harder and you moaned out. He clamped his other hand over your mouth again and fucked you faster.

“This is a library you gotta be quiet while I wreck your pussy. Don’t break the rules, now be a good girl and cum for me.” He kept fucking you hard and fast as you pushed your ass back into him, skin slapping against skin as he pushed you to your peak again. You screamed into his hand as your cunt coated his cock in your juice. After your pussy stopped throbbing around his cock Hyunjin removed his hand from your mouth. He bent you over more, grabbed your hips with both hands and continued to pound into your dripping pussy.

“Fuck Hyunjin, don’t cum inside me. I have class in fifteen minutes...” He gave you two more hard deep thrusts and pulled himself out spinning you back to face him. He kissed you hard, it took what little breath you had away.

“On your knees good girl, open up.” You knelt down and opened your mouth sticking out your tongue as he pressed his tip against your tongue and stroked his cock. The first warm spurt of his cum on your tongue surprised you a little but Hyunjin aimed carefully squeezing every bit of his load out and into your mouth, making sure to not make a mess so you could get to your class on time. He ran his hand through your hair.

“Be a good girl and swallow what I gave you.” You swallowed Hyunjin’s cum just like he told you and then grabbed his cock and sucked on the head to get any trace of his seed left. He shook and twitched from the overstimulation.

“FUCKfuckfuck...” He pulled away quickly and you looked up at him smiling very content with yourself. You stood up and this time you pulled him in for a kiss as he tried to get post nut clarity. You fixed your skirt as he stood there trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

“Fuck, I have got to say good girl I was NOT expecting that!” You smiled and gently stroked your fingertips along Hyunjin’s sensitive body making him erupt in goosebumps before pecking his lips.

“I told you it’s Y/N and now that you know what to expect we should do this again some time.” You blew him a kiss and winked as you opened the door and left to find the nearest bathroom and get cleaned up before your class, leaving Hyunjin standing in the utility closet with his pants and underwear around his ankles. He pulled them up fastening them and his belt, grabbing your panties out of his pocket and putting them up to his face again breathing you in.

“Oh Y/N that will definitely be happening again.” Hyunjin laughed to himself breathless. That was how your arrangement with him started. At first you would meet up in empty class rooms, closets, any little hide away you could find and fuck, that’s it. No conversation, no how was your day, just raw lust. Fuck, cum, go your separate ways like you didn’t even know each other. It had been going on for a couple of weeks when you finally fessed up to your best friend Chan about it. He was getting suspicious of your absences between classes when normally you’d be meeting him for lunch or study sessions and he was less than enthusiastic when you told him the reason why you had been absent.

“That guy is a dick, you should steer clear of him baby girl he’ll just end up hurting you.” You rolled your eyes at your friend and pinched his cheek playfully.

“Thank you for worrying about me Channie but he’s not as bad as he tries to act and anyway it’s just sex.” He gave in and dropped the subject but he still thought it was a bad idea. It always starts as just sex and then... He did make a point to corner Hyunjin alone after he found out so he could let him know what would happen if he did hurt you. Hyunjin didn’t take the threat very seriously but Chan wanted it to be known regardless. After you almost got caught a few times fucking in class rooms you and Hyunjin started sneaking into each other’s dorms. When that happened things started evolving little by little. Sometimes you guys would order pizza and watch a movie before you fucked. Sometimes Hyunjin would hold you after in bed and you would talk about little things, silly likes and dislikes or funny things that happened during your days. Sometimes Hyunjin would run his fingers through your hair instead of pulling it and placed sweet kisses when before he would have bitten and sometimes you fell asleep in his arms after and he watched you sleep and whispered things to you he wouldn’t dare say when you were awake. It all transitioned so gradually neither of you realized you were already fucked.

That’s the way things were between you now. Just the night before Hyunjin had snuck into your dorm and the two of you had ordered in dinner, laughed, and ravaged each other half the night before crashing, your limbs tangled together. That’s what you were thinking about as you walked the halls of the university building. You were in on the way to your next class but all you could think of was lips and teeth, tongues, and hands, roaming, exploring, tasting. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard a group of guys around the next corner being louder than necessary. Then you heard a familiar voice. Hyunjin. It wasn’t surprising that he was skipping a class to cause chaos with his friends. You were just going to keep walking and you would ignore each other like you always did in public but you stopped in your tracks when you heard one of the other guys bring up your name.

“Y/N man? I don’t know why you hang out with that stuck up bitch all the time Hwang.” You were surprised his friends knew you spent time together at all.

“She’s not that bad man…” You smiled. So, Hyunjin had not only told his friends about you but was actually defending you too?

“Oh what is it Hwang? Does she have you by the balls? Never thought I’d see the day a bitch could get your nuts in a jar.” You heard Hyunjin scoff.

“She’s not a bitch...” Your heart swelled hearing him stick up for you again.

“She’s a good girl...”

“and good girls do the nastiest things.” And then your heart shattered.

“Every time she blows me it's like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my dick.” All of the guys laughed. You could feel your face getting red and tears prick your eyes as he continued.

“And the way she sticks out her tongue and opens up wide for my load just like I tell her to. Ugh. She swallows it every time! So eager! She annoys the hell out of me most of the time so if I’m spending time with her, it's because my dick is about to be inside her.” You couldn’t believe he would tell them the things you did together, that he would talk about you like that. You didn’t want to hear another word. You walked around the corner just as Hyunjin was about to speak again and his eyes locked with yours. The look on his face went blank, like a deer in headlights. When the rest of the guys turned to see what Hyunjin was looking at and saw you standing there they started snickering and tears started streaking your face.

“I didn’t realize I was annoying you; I won’t bother you anymore.” Your voice came out in a quiver. You could hear the burst of laughter coming from his friends as you turned to walk away, then running, not wanting to give Hyunjin the satisfaction of seeing you cry because of him.

“Don’t think she’ll be so eager to swallow anymore of those loads now Hwang!” One of the guys slapped Hyunjin on the back still laughing. Hyunjin shoved him away.

“Shut the fuck up shit head no one’s lining up to suck your dick either.” The guys laughed and Hyunjin took off the opposite direction pulling out his phone and immediately trying to call you. You knew you weren’t together; it was just an arrangement between you, you knew that. You didn’t even speak to each other outside of your meet ups. You didn’t want to taint his ‘bad boy’ image by approaching him in public and he certainly wasn’t going to risk anyone seeing him talking to a goodie two shoes like you. You knew. You knew he wasn’t your boyfriend but you didn’t think he was just using you either. You quickly ducked into a hidden alley nearby just wanting to be alone. You huddled down hugging your knees and cried. Your phone rang and dinged with calls and text notifications that went ignored. When you finally stopped crying and sat up it felt like a lot of time had passed in that alley but it had only been about twenty minutes. You looked at the missed calls and texts on your phone as it started to get dark outside.

You rolled your eyes, closed the text thread with Hyunjin and opened Chan’s texts that also had multiple notifications.

Missing that’s rich you thought to yourself.

You text back Chan first. He had been right about Hyunjin all along and he was worried and you just wanted him to come get you.

You opened your text thread with Hyunjin again and sent him the last words you ever wanted to say to him.

You put your phone away and huddled back down, resting your head on your knees again, and waited for Chan to show up. About ten minutes later when you finally heard footsteps approaching in the alley you stood up assuming Chan was there to collect you but when you looked up you were met with Hyunjin’s bright red hair practically glowing in the dark.

“Oh, fuck thank god!” He breathed out a sigh of relief having found you still not knowing Chan already had. You tensed up and backed away as he came towards you and he stopped. When he took another step, you put your hands up and he stopped again.

“Don’t.” You wanted your voice to sound firm but it was the furthest from that possible. Unsurprisingly he didn’t listen and came closer. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t stand him being near you after what you heard him say about you. You screamed at him and he stopped dead in his tracks.

“Get the fuck away from me Hyunjin! I mean it! I mean it! Stay the fuck away from me!” You were shouting and crying when Chan came running up the alley pushing past Hyunjin to you.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Chan spit his words at Hyunjin as you clung to him and he attempted to calm you down. Hyunjin was speechless. What HAD he done? Chan shook his head and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just go Hwang. I’ve got her.” Hyunjin wanted to argue. Wanted to tell Chan to fuck off and take you in his arms. Tell you he was an idiot for saying that stuff. He wanted to tell you all the things he whispered to you in your sleep but he was frozen in his spot. Chan guided you past him back down the alley towards his car. Hyunjin continued standing there, his heart wretched and it was his own stupid fault. Because being tough and heartless was supposed to be easier. Right? Hyunjin pulled and then ran his hands through his hair yelling at himself.

“FUCK!” Once Chan had you in the car he got in the driver’s seat and took off, tires chirping as he sped away.

“Okay Y/N what the fuck happened?” You turned away from him and looked out the window.

“You were right Chan, okay? You were right. He’s an asshole. Is that what you want to hear?” You sniffled and Chan sighed.

“Of course that’s not what I want Y/N. What did he do?” You shook your head trying to fight back more tears.

“He told...” You choked on your words and took a deep breath.

“He told his friends things... that we... that I did... with him and made fun of me with them. Said I was annoying and he only spent time with me to fuck me.” You sobbed and Chan let out a breath like he had just been punched in the gut. His ears went red as he fought the rage building inside him.

“That piece of fucking shit. I warned him.” His words came out through gritted teeth.

“I didn’t expect him to fall in love with me or anything but I thought he was at least a nice guy you know? That he would... I don’t know. I don’t know what I expected Chan. I’m so stupid.” Chan shook his head.

“No. You’re not baby girl.” You looked over at Chan with big tears in your eyes and he glanced away from the road for a second giving you a tight smile. He put his hand on your knee and gave you a reassuring squeeze before putting both hands on the wheel and focusing on the road again. Chan didn’t want to be right at all and after you and Hyunjin’s thing had been going on as long as it had Chan started to think maybe Hyunjin wasn’t as bad as he had thought at first and maybe he did actually have feelings for you. Now he knew better, knew he should have trusted his gut. When Chan pulled up in front of your dorm he parked, got out, opened your door, and walked you to the front of your building.

“Okay baby girl, I’ll be back.” He kissed you on your cheek and went to leave. You turned to him surprised.

“Wait aren’t you coming up? I don’t want to be alone right now Chris.” Chan turned back and smiled at you. He tucked some stray hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just gonna go grab us something to eat.” He kissed your forehead and left and you went into your dorm. Chan was absolutely definitely going to get food. Right after he went and found Hyunjin again. Considering it was any night of the week on a collage campus he had a good idea where to find him. Chan pulled up to tonight’s frat party. He walked into the house weaving through the sea of people looking for the tell-tale red hair that would indicate that he’d found his target. When he went out into the backyard he finally spotted him. Hyunjin was standing with a few of his friends, red solo cup in hand. Chan charged Hyunjin and shoved him.

“What the FUCK is your problem?!” Chan shouted at him. Hyunjin stumbled and fell on his ass dropping his drink. Before he could say or do anything his friends grabbed Chan and hit him. It took a couple punches before Chan went down and then they started to kick him. Hyunjin got up and ran over to the group of guys pulling at them.

“STOP! STOP! It’s enough! Leave it and let him up!” The guys all stopped and stepped back behind Hyunjin. Chan stood up wincing and grabbed his side trying to take deep breaths. He looked at Hyunjin and spat a mouth full of blood on the ground in front of him.

“She didn’t deserve that and you know it. Just what the fuck is wrong with you?” Hyunjin didn’t know what to say. Chan shook his head and went to leave, walking around the side of the house. Hyunjin stood there for a minute and then ran after him.

“Is she okay?” He shouted after Chan. Chan stopped and closed his eyes in absolute disbelief.

“Is she okay? NO! Hyunjin she’s not o-fucking-kay! Just... stay the fuck away from her Hwang. I mean it.” Chan turned and left to get you the food he’d promised he was bringing back, trying to figure out how he was going to explain how he got beat up in the process. When you heard knocking at your door you knew Chan was back with dinner. You opened it and you were shocked to see the state he was in. He was covered in grass stains and scrapes with a fat lip and what looked like the start of a black eye.

“Christopher Jesus what happened?!” Chan shook his head and lifted the food ignoring your question.

“I hope beef with broccoli and egg rolls are okay.” He walked in, more like limped in, and set the food down before sitting down himself with a grunt.

“Christopher Bang, I don’t give a shit about egg rolls tell me what the fuck happened right now.” Chan looked at you and considered lying for one second. But Chan was a terrible liar so he abandoned the idea as quickly as it came and opted to bite the bullet and tell you the truth.

“Okay before you get mad just remember that I’m very protective of the people I care about and you know that.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Christo-” Chan interrupted you.

“Okay okay! I went to give Hyunjin a piece of my mind and perhaps things got a little physical.” You tilted Chan’s head inspecting his injuries.

“Hyunjin did this to you!?” You asked shocked and Chan quickly shook his head.

“No no, his buddies did. I shoved Hyunjin down and his friends all swarmed me.” You walked over to your freezer, grabbed an ice pack and walked back over putting it against Chan’s face and hugged him pulling his head against your stomach. He winced a little.

“Chan you shouldn’t have done that.” He nodded, his head pressed against your belly and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He knew it was stupid the moment his hands made contact with Hyunjin’s chest and he shoved him but he was so angry he couldn’t stop himself.

“I know I’m sorry Y/N.” You shook your head and went to grab the first aid kit in your bathroom.

“It’s okay Channie, I appreciate you sticking up for me and trying to defend my honor.” You gave him a sad smile and started cleaning up his scrapes.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll eat.” As you concentrated on Chan’s injuries, he watched your face trying to figure out if you were going to be alright or not. Usually, he was good at reading you but he honestly couldn’t tell so he just asked.

**Alternate ending starts here**

“Y/N... are you gonna be okay?” You looked down at Chan as you tossed away the antiseptic soaked cotton ball. You let out a heavy sigh and pushed Chan’s curls away from his face looking at his black eye again. How were you so lucky to have him in your life all these years? He was always there, trying to protect you, even from yourself and picking up the pieces when he couldn’t. Just like this time and just like always he was there.

“As long as I have you Channie, I’ll be alright.” You ran your hand down his cheek and leaned down to give him a peck on the lips. They were soft. Your hand rested against his strong jaw. You looked into his pretty brown eyes and they sparkled back at you. Chan was just about to ask if you were okay again when you leaned down and kissed him again, your lips lingering longer this time. Chan’s head tilted up and he sweetly kissed you back as he cupped your face. Your lips ghosted each other’s, both of you with your eyes still closed. Chan whispered against your lips.

“Y/N what are we doing?” You just shook your head and kissed him harder. You climbed into Chan’s lap and straddled him on the chair, his hands rested on your waist as you deepened the kiss. Your mouths opened and your lips and tongues softly teased. You threaded your fingers into Chan’s curls pulling him towards you wanting him closer and you moved against his crotch. It triggered his brain instantly and he pulled away.

“Fuck! No no no. This... we... we can’t.” Your face fell and Chan quickly elaborated.

“I want to! It’s not that I don’t want to Y/N! It’s just... we are not doing this tonight baby girl. A lot happened to you today, and you’re upset. It wouldn’t be right for me to. I don‘t want to do something you’ll reg-” You cut Chan off.

“I won’t regret it Christopher! I won’t.” You gripped his shirt and tried to pull him into another kiss and he stopped you. He tilted his head a little looking at you. Chan tucked your hair behind your ear and softly kissed your lips. You leaned into it wanting more but he pulled away.

“I don’t want you to do something you might regret so this isn’t happening tonight.” You went to protest again but Chan continued.

“BUT when things calm down, when you’re... okay. I’d like to come back around to this.” He kissed you again, his soft lips melting perfectly against yours and he pulled away again. Chan pointed down at the position you were both in.

“This isn’t happening tonight but were gonna eat beef with broccoli and watch movies together and cuddle on the couch and then I’m gonna go home tonight and I’ll see you tomorrow, just like every day.” A tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded and Chan gave you another soft quick kiss and wiped it away.

“Come on, let's eat.” You got off his lap and turned back to him quickly.

“Didn’t you say egg rolls?” You sniffled a little. Chan laughed and groaned in pain as he stood up grabbing the food.

“Yea baby girl there’s egg rolls.” Chan did exactly as he said he would. You both ate dinner, including egg rolls, and watched a couple movies. He let you curl into his side and you laid your head against him and even stole a kiss or two. It was around midnight when you walked him out. You stood outside your dorm building with him quietly for a minute before he broke the silence.

“You know if you need me...” Before Chan could finish his sentence you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was caught off guard at first but then wrapped his arms around you squeezing you tightly back. You pulled away and kissed him again as another tear made its way down your face. Chan looked into your eyes and pushed your hair away from your face before wiping your tears again, like he had so many times before wishing he could take the pain away for you.

“I know Channie.” He closed his eyes and kissed your forehead. Chan went to leave and your hold on his hand lingered both of your arms outstretched, you not wanting to let go. He turned back smiled at you.

“Call me when you wake up tomorrow.”

Hyunjin was crouched by some cars. He was just about to try and make a break to sneak in to your dorm building. He had to talk to you, he had to tell you he was sorry and how he really felt. He needed to lay it all out for you. Before he could, the door to your building opened and you and Chan walked out. He sunk down lower so that neither of you saw him. He felt guilty seeing Chan grass stained and hurt even if Chan had shoved him first. Hyunjin had deserved that and worse as far as he was concerned. You both stood there for a bit and then you suddenly hugged Chan. He hugged you back and Hyunjin hated seeing it even though he knew you were only friends. Then you kissed Chan and Hyunjin knew he had well and truly fucked up because Chan was the kind of guy you really deserved. One that wasn’t afraid to admit he cared, one that would stand up for you when someone wronged you, one that was kissing you goodbye at midnight not sneaking in to fuck you. He saw Chan kiss your forehead, your hands lingering and then watched him leave and you walked back inside your dorm building. Once Chan was gone and you were back inside Hyunjin left, no longer feeling as confident about confronting you as he had been.

The next few weeks you focused on your classes and school work and avoided Hyunjin at all costs. It wasn’t very hard. Even in a diverse campus like yours his bright red hair still stood out. Any time you saw the fiery red hair you went in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. You just had to get through these next few weeks, then it would be break and you would be home and you wouldn’t have to worry about seeing him for a while. So, you threw yourself into your work and had your usual study and movie nights with Chan with a little more kissing and cuddling than before. The few times Hyunjin worked up the nerve to try and talk to you he always found you with Chan, which wasn’t unusual but he just couldn’t confront you in front of him especially since Chan had told him to stay away and even more so since Hyunjin had seen you kiss him.

A few days into break with half of the school gone home including you, Hyunjin happened to over hear a friend of yours in the campus café say that your parents were having a party that weekend.

“She’s been kind of down the last few weeks and Chan can’t go so she’s gotta be there all alone...” Hyunjin suddenly had an idea. A way to finally tell you how he felt without Chan around and prove to you he could be the kind of guy you deserved too. He ran out the café doors and went to find the computer science nerd that had helped him fix his lap top that one time. When Hyunjin spotted him he ran up on him quickly.

“Hey! I need you to hack the school files and get me an address!” The computer guy jumped at first thinking it was some frat goon trying to mess with him before he realized it was Hyunjin.

“Jesus Hwang, you scared the shit out of me! What do you mean you need me to hack the school files for an address?” Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“Can you do it or not.” The computer guy stiffened up.

“Of course I can but...” Hyunjin interrupted him by slapping money in his hand.

“Two hundred dollars if you get me the address, half now half after.” The computer nerd’s eyes went wide and he smiled.

“DEAL! What’s the name?” Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief.

“Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N text it to me once you have it, there’s something I need to do.” and Hyunjin took off again.

It was the day of the party and you were dreading it. Your parents always made you attend these things even though you absolutely hated them. It being day of, they stressed over every little detail and you had to help set up the rest of the decorations. After everything was done you went to your room, showered and got yourself ready. You put on your favorite pastel purple sun dress to try and feel better, it always made you feel pretty at least. It was gauzy, a little ruffled, lose in the skirt and hit you mid-thigh. It had a more fitted top that tied in the back with little gathered sleeves and a rounded neck line. It showed a little chest and back but was still tasteful and appropriate for the party. You slid on a pair of sandles, sprayed on the designer perfume your mother INSISTED on you wearing and went down stairs to help your parents greet guests that were starting to show up. The one good thing about these parties is your parents always made sure there was a stocked bar and you were old enough to drink, so you did. Once the party was in full swing and you had a few drinks in you it didn’t seem quite so bad. You were talking to an old high school friend and as long as you didn’t think about...

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Either your drinks were laced with LSD or walking through the crowd of people in your backyard was Hyunjin. At least it was a guy that looked like Hyunjin. His signature red hair was black and instead of hanging carelessly in his face it was half tied back. Gone was the grungy band t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans, replaced by a black blazer, a white crew neck and slim cut black slacks. When Hyunjin saw you he stopped dead in his tracks. You looked amazing. Like a literal angel. Your hair, your dress, the way the sun had your cheeks a little red. You were gorgeous.

“Chan is gonna fucking kill him.” Your high school friend looked confused.

“Huh?” You shook your head.

“Sorry, excuse me just a minute.” You walked past your friend and straight up to Hyunjin. He was a little surprised. He kind of thought you would take off when you saw him, not approach him but you had those drinks in you and you were furious that he was crashing your parent’s party.

“What the hell are you doing here Hyunjin!” You spoke harshly but in a hushed tone so that you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. He tried to grab your hand and you snatched it away.

“I’m... I’m here to be the guy you need me to be.” You looked at him like you were cracking a safe.

“What?! What the fuck does that mean?” Hyunjin was flustered. You were upset and there were a lot more people around than he thought there would be and he was hoping to talk to you in at least semi-privacy. Before he could answer you noticed your mom making a b line over towards you and Hyunjin with one of her fakest smiles plastered on.

“Don’t say anything!” You hissed at him as your mom walked up.

“Honey... who is this handsome young man?” You rolled your eyes at your nosey mother.

“Mother this is Hyunjin a school friend of Chris’.” Your mother’s face lit up at the mention of Chan’s name.

“Oh wonderful, wonderful! Oh, look here comes Christopher now. Christopher darling!” Chan had ended up been able to make it after all. Your mother called him over and you prayed he could control his temper when he saw Hyunjin here. Chan walked over looking absolutely amazing. Broad and beautiful in his short sleeved black button up tucked into his black slacks and a thin belt, his hair swept back out of his face. He walked up next to you putting his arm around your waist and giving you a kiss on the side of your head. Your mother cooed.

“Hyunjin isn’t it just wonderful these two FINALLY stopped with all their stubbornness and made things official?” Chan’s face stiffened and his arm tightened around you at the mention of Hyunjin’s name by your mother. Then he looked over and realized that Hyunjin was in fact who was standing on the other side of you. You shot your mom a hateful look.

“Mother.” She lifted her well-manicured hands and shook her head.

“Yes yes, I’ll leave you kids now. Pleasure to meet you Hyunjin.” Hyunjin bowed and your mother left you. When she was out of site Chan started to turn towards Hyunjin and you stopped him.

“Don’t. Not here please.” Chan glared at Hyunjin and you grabbed his face trying to make him look at you.

“Christopher, I will walk across that street and get your mother if I have to.” He looked at you and his expression finally softened.

“Are you okay?” He cupped your face and you leaned into the warmth of his hand as you smiled at him and nodded.

“I’m okay, are you?” You gave him a look and he shook his head.

“Okay. Will you go and deal with my parents while I finish this talk?” Chan glared over your shoulder at Hyunjin again and then looked back at you.

“I’ll be right over there if you need me baby girl.” You gave him a kiss and he left to distract your parents while you had your talk with Hyunjin. As soon as Chan had your dad laughing you grabbed Hyunjin by the wrist and pulled him into your house.

“What do you mean the guy I need you to be?” You didn’t waste time getting straight to the point again. Hyunjin took a deep breath and motioned towards the party, his appearance.

“I can do this; I can be this for you.” You shook your head still confused.

“Who asked you to?” Hyunjin tried to grab your hands again and you pulled them away again.

“I’m so sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have told the guys those things; I shouldn’t have said any of those things about you. You don’t annoy me, all my memories with you are the best parts my life and I don’t mean the sex, which is great, amazing, the best in my life honestly, but I mean the real parts. Arguing about if pineapple goes on pizza and what k drama to watch, talking until we fall asleep and calming you down when you wake up from a nightmare. I miss all of those things with you. Just please give me another chance... you have to know how sorry I am, how much I love you Y/N.” Hyunjin looked at you his eyes full of desperation. Tears welled up in your eyes and fell as you shook your head.

“I just needed you to be you Hyunjin. Whoever that was. Red hair, black hair, jeans, blazers that stuff never mattered to me and you know that! As long as you cared, I just wanted you. Don’t you get it?!” Hyunjin’s mouth hung open unable to speak.

“No, just no. Hyunjin even if I could forgive you betraying me by telling your friends that, you still never treated me any way I deserved to be treated. You pretended like you didn’t know me in public, always sneaking around to see me and then only seeing me to fuck me. Then when I find out you actually told your friends you were seeing me it was only to tell them you were fucking me and talk about, what I thought was, our very personal sex lives! You are only sorry because you got caught Hyunjin and because you can’t have what you want!” You yelled and Hyunjin winced as your words smacked him in the face.

“Y/N...” You took a step away from him.

“NO Hyunjin! The day...” You choked trying to hold back more tears remembering how it felt when you heard him in the hall with his friends that day.

“The day you did that to me you BROKE my heart and Chris was there, like he ALWAYS has been, to pick it up and put it back together and then I realized the way he treats me... THAT is the way I deserve to be treated. Not like an embarrassing secret, not just a fuck for fun to gossip about with your buddies. Someone deserving of respect Hyunjin. You say you love me? You don’t know what love is Hyunjin, you certainly never showed any of it to me if you do. So, I’m glad that your memories with me are happy but they are the only ones you will ever have because I will never give you the chance to treat me like that again.” Hyunjin felt like he’d been kicked in the gut.

“Y/N... please...” He pleaded with you, tears streaming down his face. You walked over to your front door and opened it.

“I’m sorry but you need to leave Hyunjin.” He shook his head and went to go. He turned back to look at you one last time. The most beautiful girl he’d ever known and the only girl he loved. If only he had said the things he whispered to you in your sleep.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry Y/N...” You nodded and shut the door, no goodbye. You rested your head against the door frame and cried. As hard as it had been to say all and do all that, you knew you made the right choice. You deserve to be happy and all of the happiest memories YOU’VE had in your entire life have been with Chan and they always would be. You felt someone walking up behind you and you didn’t have to turn around to know it was Chan. You could smell his cologne as he got closer and it soothed you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, nuzzled against your neck and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” You turned facing him making him put his arms back around you and rested your head against his chest.

“I am now.” You tilted your head up and kissed Chan. It started soft lips pressed together, then you weaved your hands through his hair and opening your mouth sucking his bottom lip between yours. Chan’s tongue teased you as he kissed you with a new hunger. His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you back so he could look at you.

“I love you Y/N. I always have and I always will.” He kissed you again his lips overtaking yours, his soft, plump, lips devouring you as they trailed down your neck.

“Christopher?” He stopped kissing you and ran his hands through your hair as he waited for you to say what it was you wanted say.

“Take me to bed Christopher. Make love to me.” You pulled him in and kissed him.

“Please...please Chris...” You begged him as you pressed your lips together with his. He didn’t know if he could fight the desire anymore, he didn’t know if he wanted to. He made you stop and look him in the eyes again. His beautiful endless brown eyes.

“Are you sure?” You nodded your eyes never leaving his.

“Yes. I love you Chris, I want you.” He grabbed your hand and lead you towards your bedroom, stealing kisses along the way. When you were finally in your room he shut your door and locked it before pulling you towards him. His arms tightly wrapped around you as he held you against his firm body and kissed you down your jaw and neck. You untucked his shirt and started working at the buttons as he nipped and suckled at the spots that made your knees weak. You pushed Chan’s shirt off exposing his chiseled torso and placing wet kisses across his pecs. You had seen Chan shirtless countless times in your life, you had always known he had a great body but touching it, tasting it, it was completely different, it was all new. Chan pulled you up and captured your lips again as he started untying the back of your dress, slowly sliding the sleeves down exposing your breasts. His breathing hitched and his ears went red. You giggled rubbing his ears.

“Your blushing Channie.” He knelt down sliding your dress down your legs and off of you. He looked up smiling at you.

“It's because I’m looking at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, naked.” It was your turn to blush. Chan wrapped his arms around your hips and hugged you. He closed his eyes laying his head against your tummy and then kissed your soft skin just above the waist band of your panties. Chan hooked his fingers on the sides and his tongue trailed down your hip bones as he pulled your underwear off of you. He kissed his way back up your thighs and torso before claiming your lips yet again. Chan kissed you as he backed you towards your bed. When your legs hit the edge you sat down and started unbuttoning his pants Chan leaning down, still refusing to give up the taste of your mouth. You pushed his pants down and they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Now suddenly with Chan standing in front of you in his tight black briefs, the outline of his erection visible through the material and your hands resting on his hips getting ready to strip him as bare as you were, now you were scared. What if he didn’t like what you did, what if it didn’t feel good for him, what if you did something that turned him off and ruined the moment, the relationship, your friendship, what if you ruin everything? Chan could see you in your head. He ran the back of his fingers down your face.

“What’s going on in that pretty head baby girl.” God, he could read you like a book.

“Just... what if you don’t like what I...” You couldn’t finish the thought.

“Or what if I ruin us?” Chan planted his hands on either side of your legs on the bed and leaned down to your level, his nose almost touching yours.

“Baby I know I’m gonna like whatever we do so don’t worry about that and as long as we love each other Y/N you can’t ruin us. Do you want to stop?” You shook your head. Chan nodded back and then pulled his briefs down and kicked them away. You bit your lips in anticipation when you saw Chan’s thick length. He took a step towards you and smoothed your hair down guiding you towards his cock. You braced yourself against his strong thighs and leaned down softly taking his tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it gently. Chan took a soft deep breath at the contact.

“Oh my god baby girl that feels so good.” You gently sucked and bobbed on just the head of his cock giving the sensitive spot on the bottom plenty of attention with your tongue. He was starting to pant the muscles of his belly sucking in and out with his breaths. You took more of him into your mouth and looked up at him. His head was tilted back and his eyes closed as he took quick breaths. He started to flood your mouth with precum, he tasted so sweet and then you remembered Chan’s favorite drink was pineapple juice and that’s what the taste of him reminded you of. His cheeks were flushed red and he was starting to form a few beads of sweat around his temples. When he looked down and saw you looking up at him with those big eyes and his dick sliding in and out of your warm wet mouth he thought he would blow.

“You’re so pretty. God you’re so pretty and you make me feel so good baby mmm you’re sucking me so fucking good.” You hummed at the sweet praise he was showering you with and suddenly Chan whimpered and pulled away his dick falling out of your mouth. You were a little startled and worried you had done something he didn’t like.

“FUCK! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I almost came. Oh fuck, oh my God!” He shivered and you smiled glad that you hadn’t done something wrong. Chan took a deep breath.

“Lay back on the bed for me baby girl.” You did as Chan said and slid back on the bed laying down. When you felt the warmth of his naked body on top of you and his erection pressing into you, it gave you goosebumps all over. He kissed you and then drug his lips down your jaw and neck. He continued traveling down your body sucking one of your nipples between his pouty lips and teasing it with his tongue. He squeezed your other breast before sucking that nipple into his mouth and grazing his teeth across it. You arched your back off the bed and Chan cradled your body in his hands as he left wet open mouth kisses down your abdomen. He stopped just over your aching pussy and then buried his face between your legs breathing you in before gently licking through your folds.

“Oh... Oh my god... Christopher!” Chan loved hearing you say his name like that. He sucked on your clit and hummed sending sweet vibrations through your core. Making you moan out more just like he wanted.

“Chr... fuck fu... Chris... mmmm baby mmmyes!” Chan pushed your legs up and apart, flattened his tongue and drug it from your asshole through your folds collecting all your juices before sucking your clit between those pouty fucking lips of his again. When he started flicking the tip of his tongue quickly over your clit while he slurped at your pussy it pushed you into your orgasm quickly.

“Coming! Fuck Christopher! Chris fuck coming, coming, I’m coming! Yes fuck! I’m coming baby.” Your legs shook and Chan gently ran his hands up and down your thighs as he placed one more kiss on your cunt. He climbed back up your body and kissed you.

“You taste so good baby girl, and you sound so pretty when you moan my name like that.” You smiled, your cheeks, chest and breasts all were flushed from your orgasm. Chan started placing soft kisses all over your face. Your cheeks and nose and pecked your lips. He slid your legs further apart with his knees and lined himself up with your soaked entrance and stopped.

“Y/N?” You looked into those brown puppy dog eyes of his.

“Just... I really do love you.” You ran your hand down the side of Chan’s face and kissed his lips softly.

“I know you do Christopher. I love you too.” Then Chan pushed into you finally. His head fell into the crook of your neck and he gasped as your warm tight walls surrounded him. You were so wet that he easily slid into you. He paused for a moment to regain his composure once he was buried in you. He kissed and lightly bit at your shoulder as he pulled out and pushed back into you a little harder. After a couple more slow drags of his cock in and out of you, he propped himself back up on his hands and started a quicker pace, rolling his hips against you as he thrusted harder.

“Oh my god baby girl your pussy is so soft and warm. Does my cock feel good baby? Am I making you feel good?” You held on to Chan’s biceps as he started fucking you faster and harder still rotating his hips hitting every delicious spot inside you.

“Yes, Christopher yes oh my god harder, please, fuck me harder!” Chan happily took your instruction and started pounding into you harder. The moans falling from your mouth were music to his ears and pushing him towards his climax just as fast as your tight hole was. The high-pitched way you screamed his name when you finally climaxed around his cock made him crazy.

“CHRISTOPHER YESYESYESYES FUCK ME CHRIS!” You throbbed and clenched around Chan’s cock as he lost himself fucking you harder and faster.

“Close... close... baby girl gonna cum... wher-” You cut him off practically screaming your answer.

“Inside! Cum... cum inside me Chris!” Chan went feral hearing you say that. His hips slammed into you.

“Oh inside? Baby girl wants it inside huh? You want me to make you a mommy? You wanna make me pretty babies?” Chan’s words alone sent you and you came out of nowhere a third time. You couldn’t even form words.

“Oh yea you like that don’t you! I can feel you clenching on my cock so hard baby. You wanna squeeze it out of me? You want my babies; I’ll give them to you pretty girl. Fuck fuck!” You nodded and started whispering in Chan’s ear as he chased his orgasm.

“Yes daddy, cum in me, give me your babies, fuck yes, cum in me daddy.” Chan let out the prettiest moan when he heard you call him that and then teased you.

“Say please?” He was sweating and grunting from the effort. You licked the sweat from his neck and moaned as you started lifting your hips to meet his punishing thrusts. You pressed your lips against the shell of Chan’s ear your voice coming out in breaths.

“Please daddy, please cum inside me, let me make you pretty babies, cute babies with your curls and your nose, please please daddy fill me up!” Chan moaned out and laid his sweaty forehead against your chest as he painted your insides with his seed fucking it deep into you.

“Fuck yes baby girl, oh god, that’s my sweet baby girl so good to me, you take my cum so well, fuck!” Chan emptied his cum inside you rolled off, fell on the bed and laid spread out next to you, trying to catch his breath. You crawled up and curled into his side and Chan wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer. He kissed and smiled against your forehead.

“You know the way you were talking about my nose and curls sounds, like you’ve thought about my babies before.” You pinched his tummy and he laughed.

“Seriously though, I’d love for you to have my babies one day.” You propped yourself up on Chan’s chest and smiled at him.

“One day. We will.” You laid back down in Chan’s embrace and traced the lines of his belly muscles while you rested your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat slowly return to normal. It all just felt so right. You and Hyunjin, you’d had an arrangement, but you and Chan, you had each other, you had love.

THE PUNCHLINE: Chapter 10

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"This is what you do to your man?" Your smile changed colors, assuming a shade of dark red as you leaned into his ear and spoke very softly with a lot of air clinging to your words. "No, I whisper things to my man and watch him lose it in public," you placed the smallest kiss on his earlobe, "And I love it when he fucks my brains out later that night."

Chapter 10: Champagne

📜8.8K words 🚨Sexting, drunk dialing, mutual masturbation, implied somnophilia, nightfall (nocturnal emission), roleplaying: sex work fantasy (use of the term "escort"), narratophilia, public blowjob, public vaginal fingering, consensual sex tape, katoptronophilia (mirror paraphilia), Christopher and his unlimited supply of "baby girl", lowkey strength kink, newly introduced breeding kink, reference to lactation kink, choking, cumplay/cum eating, praising, food play, breast play, marking, edging, use of sex toys, oral sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🔖Story taglist: @elizalabs3 ; @septicrebel 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior ; @bearseungmin ; @skywarriorkirby ; @sunnyville36 ; @hh0320 (@hwan-g) ; @svintsandghosts ; @jl-micasea-fics ; @skz317cb97 ; @abiaswreck ; @skyminniesworld ; @clearlyissleeping ; @cixhoneyhuns

It was a great day to take a walk to let out some of the excessive energy crawling in your body and do that very postponed grocery shopping. At first.

Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me with this.

Not even twenty four full hours had passed between your slip that was giving into Chris and seeing him with some woman, giggling at each other at some random coffee shop. He was never seen with someone accompanying him besides the gang, much less in broad daylight. You thought your eyes were deceiving you for a second, so you did what any normal person would: reached out to your phone and dialed his number while your eyes were glued to that window across the street. The person sitting at that table was laughing really hard and you watched him reach for his phone, as well.

"What’s up, baby girl?" The person on your speaker answered like he was in the last moments of a laughter dying down, effectively confirming they were indeed the same guy.

"Hey, uh-" your mind went blank for a second. You didn’t know what to say, but more importantly, you didn’t know why you felt this mad. So what if he was seeing someone? It wasn’t like he asked you to be his girlfriend or anything. He asked you out on a date, which quite frankly was barely a basis for any kind of relationship. But here you were, seething in sheer fury.

Keep cool. Just keep cool.

"I think I might be coming down with something. Can we skip the date thing today?"

Chris’ voice changed instantly at your words and became way more serious, "Sure thing, but are you okay? Do you want me to come over?"

"No. I uh- I’m fine."

You could see Chris taking a sip from the mug in front of him, "When would you like to do it then? Saturday maybe?"

"I- I don’t know, Chris."

"I’m not hanging up without a date on my calendar, baby girl."

He literally had a little notebook in front of him and he was holding a pen to mark it. You knew for sure that you didn’t want it to be right away because who knew what type of tantrum you were going to throw at him with the irrational amount of rage making your blood boil? Not that it wouldn’t set your mood absolutely straight.

"Fine. Saturday."

"Alright then. Since you’re bailing on me, I’ll reschedule the meetings I canceled for tonight. Take good care of yourself, baby girl. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

Meetings, huh? That’s what you call them?

Yeah, you were out to do grocery shopping, but you ended up buying a hefty amount of tonic with two bottles of gin instead, hoping to find an answer to this indescribable wrench in your gut in your living room. Eggs could kindly fuck right off for the time being. You felt a knot in your throat, but not because you wanted to cry. Maybe you did want to cry, but it definitely had something to do with anger since you had this intense urge to smash car windows all of a sudden, especially Chris’. It was barely evening hours when you started drinking, and by the time it was nearing 10 PM… Let’s just say that you were in no state to be even remotely rational.

How dare he be with someone else when you literally fucked each other downstairs just the day before, not that you had conclusive proof that he was with someone at that moment. If he was, on the other hand, the urge to ruin that moment was real, and it had to get ruined by you. This fucker needed his entire thought process derailed. By you. You reached for your phone trying to decide on that one move to short-circuit his brain.

You Thinking about you might be getting me a little too wet.

It didn’t even take five seconds for your satisfied smile to devolve into sheer panic and embarrassment. What the actual fuck were you doing? Why would he even look at his phone if he was busy doing something else? Or worse, someone else. Way to get yourself humiliated and serve him the upper hand on a silver fucking platter.

Your internal self-deprecating monologue got cut short with a text from none other than the man of the hour himself.

Christopher🏄 I really wish I was there. Or you were here with me. [Typing…] Wish I could touch you again.

HAHAHA WHAT?

Let’s recap, you thought to yourself. It seemed highly unlikely that he would reply this fast and back to back if he was indeed with someone, right?

RIGHT?

Maybe tonight didn’t need to be a night where you had to sort out your anger management issues.

You I keep thinking about your car. About how you felt inside me.

Christopher🏄 I miss the way your nails feel against my back already. It was just yesterday but feels so long ago. [Typing…] I miss your taste, baby girl.

Oh, he was good. Or it seemed that way to you because you were on that thin line between tipsy and drunk, having knocked down the entire bottle of gin by then. You kept smirking to yourself.

You Can’t stop thinking about how your tongue felt on my skin.

Christopher🏄 Can't wait till I can go down on you again. Saturday can’t come soon enough.

Fuck this.

That was the nonexistence of your inhibitions talking in your head with a loudspeaker. You closed the messaging app, went to your contact list, and hit call. Chris picked up with a voice deeper than his usual, and you hoped that was a sign of arousal.

"Hey, baby girl."

"You said to call if I needed anything," you slightly slurred, "Whatchu doing?"

"Sexting, apparently," Chris softly chuckled, "Sounds like somebody’s buzzed. Nyquil, or…?"

"Are you alone, Chris?"

You could feel the slight surprise from his brief pause.

"I am. Is everything okay?"

"No, it’s not," you heaved a deep sigh, "I could use some help."

Well, you did learn some moves from Felix anyway, and you saw absolutely no harm in using them on Chris, considering he seemed like he would be more than willing to indulge you.

"What are you wearing right now?"

"What’s gotten into you? Are you drunk?" Chris giggled at the other end of the line, "A sleeveless shirt and shorts, baby girl. What are you wearing?"

"Maybe sweats, maybe nothing. I’ll leave that to your imagination."

"That’s a dangerous thing to trust with me."

"Do you miss my body, too, Chris?"

Too. You said too. With your whole goddamn chest. What had gotten into you indeed?

"Miss? Are you crazy?"

Well… That was a little…

"I need to forget about it first to miss it. You're always on my mind, baby girl. Just hearing your voice makes me wanna touch myself."

You felt the smile climbing up to your lips with your entire being.

"Why don’t you?"

Chris sighed into his microphone, "Are you touching yourself, baby girl?"

"I am. Do you want a taste?"

"Oh, god, yes."

You guided your fingers to your clit and started gently rubbing yourself.

"Do it with me. Come on."

You heard some rustle on your receiver, which was probably Chris pulling his shorts down. He grunted as got comfortable.

"Tell me the things you like when I do it to you."

Chris took a moment to respond and you listened to his sweet grunts during the intermission.

"You’re gonna think I’m crazy but that thing you do with your tongue when you get annoyed. You press it against your cheek. Gets me so fucking hot every time, I don’t know why."

You chuckled at his words, "Didn’t realize it until this moment, but I think I have a kink for making you horny for me."

"Oh, baby girl, I love it when you talk like that."

You slid your fingers to your entrance to collect some of your juices and rub it on your clit, closing your eyes in the meantime thinking it was Chris.

"I really wanna see you naked. Like, right now."

"But you can’t," you responded with a teasing tone, "Tell me what you wanna do to me."

"I- shit- I just wanna feel you under my fingertips again," he loudly exhaled, "What do you wanna do to me?"

Under his fingertips again. Getting scorched. Melting. Evaporating. Hearing the odes he sang to your name if you so much as breathed towards his direction. Your fingers slithered inside you and you started working yourself open.

"I want those lips on me again, Christopher."

"Oh, baby-"

"I want you to fuck me senseless again. Drag my nails all over you."

"Fuck, fuck-" Chris heavily breathed into the microphone, "Oh, baby girl, you're asking for it. You're asking to get fucked so hard. When I see you, it’s on sight."

Your movements accelerated and you started fucking yourself harder, thinking about how he pierced through you the night before.

"Do you- Do you wanna- wanna listen to me cum for you?"

"Yes, AH FUCK YES! For me. For me. Please."

Your breathing got labored over how enthused he was. For you.

"Only if you cum for me, too."

Chris was crumbling to your voice on the other end of the line. You could hear how fast he was pumping himself, probably thinking that it was you.

"Just… Just say my name, again."

"You like that a little too much, huh Christopher?"

"Oh, I love it when you say it like that for me, baby girl. Prettiest sound in the world."

"Do your thing for me, Christopher."

"Ah, baby."

"For me, Christopher."

"Baby, yes."

"You already know I’ll give it to you so good, don’t you, Christopher?"

"Yes, YES baby, NO ONE does it like you. Shit!"

Why did he sound so pretty even with those raw, disgraceful, downright animalistic grunts he let out every time you riled him up like that? You thought you were about to bask in the beauty of the sounds of his orgasm, so it caught you completely off guard when he blurted that out and threw you into a pit of pleasure on cue.

"You own my ass baby girl, you know that, right?"

"Oh, CHRISTOPHER, FUCK!"

Your toes curled so hard as you came that you almost had cramps on your feet. Chris’ moans of ecstasy on the line helped you ride out your orgasm as if he was fucking you through it. You couldn’t help your giggles when you came down.

"I’ll tell Felix he has a serious rival the next time I see him."

Chris reciprocated your lightheaded laughter, "No need, baby girl. I’ll text him that right after we hang up. Please take good care of yourself for me until Saturday, yeah?"

"All spread out on her bed for me. Better not wake her up."

It was a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as you felt your thighs being spread apart. Carefully. With soft movements. So as not to disturb you.

Then you felt this warmth between your legs, the source of which was a body. A man. Very much aroused. It was so intense that you could smell the sweet scent of pheromones raiding your nostrils. The cool night air seeping through your window reached all the way to your wet core when your underwear was slid to the side to expose it under your silk nightgown.

And you immediately started getting overwhelmed with the gentlest sucks on your clit. You wanted to moan. You wanted to moan so fucking loudly, but for some reason, you couldn’t. Or didn’t, just because you didn’t want the man to know how much you were enjoying his tender stimulations. For fear that he would accelerate his pace and it would eventually stop. They were so wet. They were delicious. They were heavenly. You never wanted them to end.

He was talking against your pussy. His voice was barely audible, but for some weird reason, the vibrations provided by his soundwaves against your clit were communicated throughout your entire body. You could understand everything he was saying and you wanted to fucking drink those words like a tall glass of cold water.

"So fucking beautiful."

"God, this taste."

"My baby."

"All mine."

"Need. Every drop."

Insane. He was driving you insane. Your screams of pleasure were only audible to you as you weren’t able to produce a singular sound. You squeezed your eyes to communicate your thoughts to him.

How did you get in here?

"Shh, Minho let me in, baby girl. I’m eating. Don’t interrupt me."

He kept making out with your pussy, drenching it with his saliva and mixing it with your own juices, getting his entire face covered with that beautiful mess of a concoction. He kept talking against you as he sated his hunger.

"So fucking tasty."

"I could eat for hours."

"Don’t ever cum, just let me."

Need you inside.

"You're always on my mind, baby girl. Always on my mind."

You were so fucking wet already that you didn’t need any lubrication for his fingers. They fit right in like your walls were a custom-made case for them.

"God, I love your body."

He hooked his fingers against that deep spot inside you and started massaging it, his tongue still at work on your clit.

"I love you."

Oh, god.

"I love you."

Chris…

"I love you, baby."

You slightly arched your back as you opened your eyes and witnessed yourself cumming to the nothingness in your room, your heart rate through the roof and your pants completely wet. The blurred lines of reality had certainly thrown you for a loop.

It might have been a dream, but you felt this intense urge to get back at Chris all of a sudden. To make him go through the exact same thing as he had just caused you. There was no rule set in stone stating you had to be normal about this. You fucking lied your ass off earlier that day, but it seemed like you were indeed coming down with something.

And you had less than zero clue as to what to do about it.

The infamous Saturday finally arrived and if anybody asked you, you would straight up tell them you woke up like this when in reality you spent hours getting ready until you were satisfied with your look. Little black dress? Check. Heels? Check. Perfume? Check. Lingerie?

Well…

You told Chris to meet you at the restaurant instead of picking you up and you had your reasons for it. It was payback time after all, the reason for which he was totally clueless about for that matter. When you spotted him from afar, your stomach did a little backflip at how insanely gorgeous he looked, but you immediately slapped yourself mentally since there were more important matters at hand. You walked towards the table with determined but still sultry steps, clicking your heels firmly on the marble floor.

"Somebody ordered a date?"

Chris let out an involuntary whistle when he looked up to spot the source of the sound.

"Yeesh!" he exclaimed upon your sight, eyes all widened in surprise and admiration, "You look like the classiest, most expensive escort I’ve ever laid eyes on."

"Why, thank you, you’re such a gentleman. A five-star review to be delivered to my pimp would be much appreciated," you sat down diagonally to him with a smile.

Chris briefly choked and his lips parted at your statement.

"Wait, are you ac- you’re actually gonna-?"

"Let me remind you of some ground rules first," you declared with a firm voice, "Your deal for the night only includes this dinner and a one-time orgasm. Everything else is extra. And I only take cash."

His mouth wouldn’t close. Chris just looked at you in complete disbelief at what was coming out of your lips. You were excessively satisfied with his reaction and picked up the menu on the table while asking him very casually.

"So, are you gonna give me a name?"

Chris quickly shook his head and cleared his throat to get into the character himself, "It’s uh- It’s Chris."

"What do you do for a living, Chris?"

"You get this personal with all your clients?"

"With some of them. If they’re easy on the eyes." 

He looked at you over the menu with a smirk, but no way in hell would you let it get to his head this early in the night.

"Or, you know, maybe I just wanna know up front if they’re gonna be able to really afford me or not. I am the most expensive escort in the business after all. And for good reason."

Chris burst into a peal of nervous laughter and you could literally see his ears getting redder. You threw one leg over the other under the table and examined the menu carefully like your choice of dinner was going to change the course of your fate for good.

What followed your food and drink orders was a string of unnecessarily intimate conversations, very similar to the one you had with Minho the first day you met him, but unlike Minho, Chris was very much willing to talk about himself. Where he grew up, how he ended up in that city, his obsession with creating, and all that jazz. His charms swept you off your feet so hard that even you forgot the premise of the fantasy at one point. Then again, it actually ended up catering to Chris himself: he was the one who made it perfectly clear how being intimate with clients in this context was ‘against the rules’ and that was what riled him up. Midway through your meals, Chris couldn’t help smiling into his glass.

"I have a feeling you like me."

His words pulled you back to earth, reminding you who you were supposed to be, and you pointed your fork at him all aloof.

"Yeah, every guy in the club thinks the dancer likes them," you retorted, "It’s just part of the job to make you feel desired. You know, so that you’ll throw those one dollar bills."

"I’d like to throw hundreds instead if I’m allowed to," Chris responded with a seductive gaze, to which you weren’t exactly unresponsive.

"By all means. It’s encouraged."

You wiped your mouth with class and reached for your water glass both to quench your thirst and provide some more gloss on your lips to make them pop.

"So, what are you into?"

"As in?"

"As in what gets you going. You might have noticed that my job is customer service-oriented. I gotta be able to cater to you accordingly."

Chris tilted his head with brows raised like he was daring you, "Oh, that’s what’s gonna happen tonight? You’re gonna cater to me?"

"Isn’t that why you hired an escort in the first place? You’re supposed to make requests."

He gulped way too thickly to go unnoticed, but went full Chris on you nevertheless, pulling your chair a little closer to him to throw his hand over the backrest. Close enough to touch you, but not touching you in the slightest.

"Then I want the girlfriend experience."

The proximity was exciting you for some reason. You were painfully aware of the butterflies in your stomach, but you gave it your best to appear composed.

"Aren’t you sort of already doing it? Who the fuck takes an escort to dinner?"

"Classy men that barmaids hate," his eyes darted to your lips. You flashed a little smile and brushed your finger on his arm ever so gently.

"Maybe the aforementioned classy men are just annoying as fuck," you leaned back into your chair, smile still plastered on your lips, "But what do I know?"

You took off your right shoe with the help of your left foot and stretched your leg under the table. When you started stroking his inner thighs with your bare foot, Chris dropped his fork on his plate.

"Wh- What are you-?"

"Didn’t you say you wanted the girlfriend experience?" you batted your lashes at him naively. He was clearly taken aback by your boldness that he never got to witness firsthand before.

"This is what you do to your man?"

Your smile changed colors, assuming a shade of dark red as you leaned into his ear and spoke very softly with a lot of air clinging to your words.

"No, I whisper things to my man and watch him lose it in public," you placed the smallest kiss on his earlobe, "And I love it when he fucks my brains out later that night."

Chris closed his eyes and it was apparent that he was struggling to control whatever urge was creeping in, slowly taking control over him.

"You have no idea how hard I am right now."

"I think I kinda do," you pressed your foot lightly in his crotch area to feel the outline of his erection, "If it makes you feel any better, I'm dripping myself."

Chris eyed you from head to toe, chin resting on the back of his right hand, and tsked in disapproval.

"Yet, you still chose to ruin that pretty dress by wearing panties instead when it could have been your juices flowing for me."

You slowly pulled his hand from under his chin and guided it under the table, right over your core, so that he could feel the evidence.

"Who says I’m wearing any?"

"What the f-" Chris heaved a very deep sigh, "You’re acting like I’m the escort here. Can’t you just wait until we get to our room?"

"We have a room?"

"Oh, yeah. I’m taking you to a penthouse tonight."

"A penthouse, huh?" you tugged on his sleeve, "Can I expect some props?"

"Basically anything that allows me to tease the crap out of you, so yes," he dragged his finger on the strap of your dress, "And I’d like to tape this encounter if you indulge me."

You held his gaze for a second out of genuine surprise, "Tape it? Why?"

"I wanna remember possibly the best sex of my life forever," Chris spoke eyes still glued on the movements of his finger, "I was told I could do whatever as long as I pay up front."

You pressed your leg into his thighs again and leaned in closer to him, "Only if I get to keep the copy."

"How about I make you a deal?" Chris grinned shamelessly, "I’ll keep it in a safe and you can decide on the password yourself."

"A little too presumptuous of you to think we’ll cross paths again," you looked right into his eyes.

"Oh, we definitely will. Especially after tonight," Chris responded with a smirk, ordered two glasses of champagne to punctuate the dinner and added, "You asked what I was into. There is actually something that I get a little too excited over."

"That so?" you asked all intrigued, "Not something way too overboard I hope?"

"I wouldn’t say so," he continued taking a sip from the cold drink, "Have you heard of the term narratophilia before?"

"That doesn’t sound too reassuring, just saying," you chuckled into your glass. Chris leaned into you again to be particularly closer to your ear.

"It just means I fucking love it when my partner describes whatever obscene shit they wanna do to me in excruciating detail." Then he reciprocated your earlier tease in the exact same form with a tiny kiss on your earlobe.

"I want you to run that mouth for me."

His voice came out so sensual that it forced you to close your eyes. You couldn’t help the giddiness and the smile spreading on your lips.

"You mean you wanna hear how hard I’m gonna make you cum."

A muffled yet very content hum escaped his mouth and he broke into a smile, eyes getting squinted a little.

"Then you should know, I've been thinking about tonight for days ever since I learned my company was you," you gently ran your fingers on his hand, "Been also thinking about sitting on that pretty face all day long."

"God, I just can't wait to fuck you tonight," Chris licked his lips reflexively, "Fair warning, I’m a little too excited so I might just start fucking you right in the elevator."

"Told you. It’s extra," you shrugged nonchalantly.

"I don’t care how much it’s gonna cost me as long as you give it to me, baby girl. I'll fucking rip your clothes off the moment we get back."

The tone of his voice noticeably changed. It was obvious his enthusiasm was getting a little hard to control and you loved witnessing that.

"I keep thinking about your body against mine. I can't fucking focus," he placed a semi-chaste kiss on your shoulder which was at least defendable by public affection standards, "I want you between my thighs and I want it ASAP."

He brushed your hair behind your ear, basically eyefucking the shit out of you in public, and that stare… did something to you. You pierced Chris’ soul with your gaze before you talked.

"And I want to wrap my lips around you. Seems like a good match."

You slid your knife off the table with a swift movement and feigned the most exaggerated innocence ever.

"Oh, would you look at this? So much for swiping right. I’m such a klutz, I’m so sorry."

You kneeled down next to your chair and pushed the knife further under the table, creating the perfect excuse to crawl under it and spread Chris’ thighs for you hidden under that tablecloth. 

"Wh- What are you doing?" he whispered, utterly panicked.

"Keep quiet," you warned him, "Unless you have a thing for getting exposed, that is."

You unbuckled his belt and released his erection out of its confinement. God, that looked so pretty, all flushed and leaking for you. You took a deep breath in admiration and just went for it, taking his length in the comforting wet warmth of your mouth. 

You had an inkling of what was going on above the table from the way Chris clenched his thighs really hard at the contact. You weren’t able to see it then, but in reality, he was biting on his fist so hard not to make any noise, silently cursing under his breath so that only you would be able to hear them.

"Jesus FUCK, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me."

You chuckled with your mouth full of him and those vibrations caused him to flinch in his seat. You were just scratching the surface, just gently sucking him, not applying any sort of pressure whatsoever. Like he did to you. It didn’t matter if the scene of the crime was your subconscious. He had this coming.

"Fucking tease. Do you want me to shoot it on your face for everyone to see here? Is that what you want?"

You felt the slam of his fist on the table when you took all of him down your throat, possibly causing a few heads to turn to his direction. 

"How was everything, sir?"

"C-could we get the check, please?" Chris asked the waiter while tapping on your shoulder under the table to stop. You found his helplessness fucking hilarious. Nevertheless, you placed one more kiss on his tip and got up without letting him finish.

"On the house. Don’t get used to it," you winked at him while licking your lips.

"Those lips are pure fucking electric. That was incredible," Chris sighed with eyes still closed, "Although it escalated to painful."

"Pity. Maybe you should do something about it."

You pressed your tongue in your cheek, knowing damn well what it was going to do to him. 

"Fuck, I want you so bad. Let’s just get out of here."

You were expecting Chris to hail a cab, but he ended up opening the door to the backseat of a fucking Rolls-Royce Phantom for you waiting right in front of the restaurant, and got in after you.

"Could you roll up the partition, please?" Chris requested from the driver as soon as he closed the door. Once he was convinced you had some privacy at the back, he instantly grabbed your face for an excessively heated kiss, moaning into your lips loudly while slithering his fingers between your legs.

"Shh, he’s gonna hear!"

"Don’t care. I wanna feel how wet you are for me."

His fingers slid into you so easily as he kept kissing you with muffled moans like he was the one getting touched. So avid. So passionate. If Chris wasn’t arousal materialized at that very moment…

"You’re kidding me with this shit! Fucking soaked. Spread it for me, come on."

He parted your thighs more for himself and started fingering you in earnest. Chris knew exactly how to touch you, where to touch you, how much pressure you needed to go absolutely haywire.

"Oh, fuck, yes!

"You get me so fucking hard when you moan for me like that."

He pressed his forehead against yours, panting with you, thumb rubbing your clit fervently, smearing your wetness all over his palm.

"Tell me what you want from me," Chris asked eyes closed. You squeezed an answer in between your heavy breathing.

"I n- I need to feel you against me."

"I want to taste you so bad."

"I want you ins- inside of me. OH, GOD!"

Your moans were getting out of control with your orgasm approaching fast. You didn’t care if you were going to be heard by then. To hell with reservations, let people hear. Let people fucking hear some Christopher Bang was launching you into the stratosphere.

"Are you gonna let go for your man?"

Your man.

You snapped so fucking hard that you were squeezing his arms to hold onto something. You know, to not die. 

"Please, so fucking close!"

Instead of quickening his pace, Chris began slowing it down and eventually stopped.

"Not yet."

You let out another moan, but out of pure frustration this time whereas Chris was chortling, very entertained by the state he put you in.

"There’s no way I’m not requesting you again."

Oh, right. The girlfriend experience.

When you arrived at your destination, you did your best to alleviate any sort of disheveled look before getting out of the car and putting on a somewhat graceful demeanor like you didn’t just let a guy finger the shit out of you. Chris had turned the switch on and there was no way to turn it back off until you got that sweet release. When you got into the elevator you found yourself looking for ways to initiate something, but you hated the idea of looking desperate for him.

"Gave up on the idea of fucking me in the elevator?"

"Watching you get this horny over me feels better if I’m honest," Chris teased pressing your body onto his, and slowly grazed his teeth on your jaw, "And I’d much rather be kissing your waist instead."

"Who’s hornier is up for debate, apparently. Pin me against this mirror while you’re at it, why don’t you?"

"Say please," he smirked.

Like hell you were going to. You grabbed his hands on your waist and guided them towards your ass instead in retaliation, and squeezed it on his behalf.

"You little- Get over here."

Chris turned you around in one swift movement, making you face the mirror as he pressed himself onto you, properly groping your ass in full force. You could watch the way he was licking his lips in the mirror and it made you fucking clench.

"You like this a little too much," he observed, "Good thing I made plans to fuck you against a mirror tonight." 

"You like vanity tables, huh?"

"Not necessarily," he smiled with a sultry gaze and let you go as the elevator door opened.

When you walked into that prospective battlefield, you witnessed what Chris meant in its full glory. There was a mirror in the room alright, but it was a gigantic one placed on the ceiling. Your lips inadvertently parted.

Ideas. Too many of them. Your head was full of it.

"Some more champagne?"

Chris pulled you back to reality and offered you a sweating cold glass.

"Oh, absolutely."

"Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back."

You walked towards the couches facing the magnificent view of the city, also neighboring the coffee table harboring the champagne bottle on ice and what appeared to be chocolate fondue. You grabbed one of the plump strawberries in the bowl and dipped it in the molten chocolate. There was some clatter coming from behind you and when you turned around slurping on the strawberry, you saw Chris setting up a camera in the corner. Then he made his way over to you behind the couch and spread his hands to the sides on the backrest.

"You want some?" you looked up at him throwing your head all the way back, and lifted the chocolate-covered strawberry towards him.

"Oh, absolutely."

He grabbed the fruit from your hand just to feed it back to you. When you bit on it, however, Chris covered your mouth with his, taking the strawberry back with his tongue. He grabbed the fondue pot on the coffee table and walked towards the nightstand.

"I want this by the bedside. In case the craving strikes."

He put on some music as sultry as his entire existence was at that moment and reached his hand out to you to get you up from your seat. The moment you were on your feet, he pressed his strawberry-stained lips on yours, walking you slowly back to the bed. You took the moment to explore his lips, his jawline, his neck, everywhere you could lay your lips on.

"You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful," he kept repeating in between his kisses like he didn’t know how to form any other sentence. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and peeled it off of him. There it was again. That magnificent torso on display for you.

"Say my name again."

"Christopher."

You ran your hands on his chest and that contact forced you to latch your lips on his nipples, one hand palming him over his pants. The more you dragged your tongue on him, the more he was twitching in his pants, silently pleading that you would get him out of it soon. He lifted your chin to face him again and unzipped your dress as his lips continued to consume you.

"On your knees for me, baby girl."

Chris guided you to climb on the bed and unbuckled his belt, removing whatever obstacle there was preventing the much needed skin-to-skin contact. He positioned himself right behind you, your entrance already glistening with an excessive amount of gloss, telling on how ready you were for him to make you float on air. Feeling just the tip of his cock against you pulled a needlessly enthusiastic whimper out of you. Chris was no better than you, letting out a loud prolonged grunt until he bottomed out.

"Just how do you take it so well every damn time? Fuck!"

Then he started moving. Taking his sweet time. Absolutely no rush, but movements still firm enough to rub his cock against your walls, putting you in an utter dilemma. A part of you just wanted to relish this sensation forever, but another part of you was riddled with this urge to yell at him to fuck you into that mattress. 

"Look up, baby girl. You gotta watch this."

Being completely lost in the waves of pleasure, you almost forgot about the existence of the mirror hovering over you. When you glanced at the ceiling, however, the sight was such a fucking turn-on that you couldn’t help that violent clench. You watched Chris sucking on his fingers to get them wet enough for you and leaning over you, pressing his fingers on your clit to draw languid circles on it.

"Oh, fuck! Just like that. Right there."

"Moan for me. Come on, louder."

He practically didn’t even have to say it because you were in no state to control those exclaims of pleasure. Every touch, every thrust, every kind of contact just forced it out of you.

"Harder. HARDER! Don't stop."

But Chris did stop no matter how briefly. He pulled out to turn you around to face him, throwing one leg over his shoulder to hit that spot that he knew was going to turn you into mere dust.

"Oh, FUCKING HELL, CHRIS!"

"That’s it. That’s my girl. You’re doing incredible."

You could swear you went temporarily blind over how ridiculously intense the pleasure was. You took a second to avert your eyes from Chris’ crazily beautiful face and watched the sublime way he was fucking you in that mirror, his back all tensed up, literally asking to be marked by you. He caressed your face to demand your attention on him again.

"Your hands are so pretty, you know," you grabbed his hand, "Why don’t you choke me a little with these?"

Chris placed his right hand over your throat to expertly command the way you breathe. His grip was firm, but he wasn’t hurting you in the slightest, just making you question why the fuck it was this arousing to completely give into him. You clenched again.

"You like that, huh?"

It might have started as a fantasy but he was indeed making you feel like an unhinged nymphomaniac, making you want him more and more, and for some reason you caught yourself reveling in that feeling.

"Oh, these walls are just begging to be painted. You’ll let me, right baby girl?"

"Yes. Fucking yes!"

"And you’ll keep it in for me. Not let it drip out?"

"Why the sudden obsession?" you giggled, but Chris answered with a completely serious face.

"Because any drop of my cum that’s not inside you is a fucking waste, that’s why."

You clenched again and you could feel the contractions getting stronger.

"You’re not about to knock me up, are you?" 

He contorted his face and twitched inside you. Hard.

"No shit, you want to, don’t you?"

"Maybe I do," Chris broke into a grin, "Maybe I wanna claim you."

"Or maybe you just wanna see me lactate, you deranged prick. I see how you look at my chest."

He clenched again—harder this time.

"Yeah maybe. Maybe I just want an excuse to suck on your nipples all day every day."

You looked at Chris’ face covered with beads of sweat, dripping on you as he kept fucking into you with fervor. He wanted an excuse? You could give him one.

"Cum for me."

"Ah, baby, please-"

"Shoot it on my chest. Come on, Christopher."

"OH, FUCK!"

Chris pulled out at the last second and jerked himself off to your breasts, covering them with strings of thick warm fluid. It felt amazing on your skin.

"Kiss me. Right here," you fondled your breasts to present him with his new target. He hovered over you to cater to your request and then some. He was dragging his tongue around your nipples and breasts to wipe his trail off of you like you were a canvas meant to be immediately cleaned after being painted. 

"Holy shit, never knew my cum on your skin would taste this good. So milky."

You squirmed under him until he was done cleaning you, and at long last, it was time for some sightseeing.

"Show me that back again."

Chris moved up on the bed and turned around for you to admire that sight for however long you wished.

"Oh, GOD, I just wanna fucking tattoo this."

You sat up to wrap your legs around him from behind and started kissing every inch of his back while he kept caressing your legs. You eventually moved up to his neck and just went at it, kissing, licking, biting wherever you can. You pulled him towards you, signaling him to lie down, and climbed on top of him. Chris knew where this was going.

"Oh, fuck yeah, ride me, baby girl. Show me what you got, come on."

Well, he definitely shouldn’t have said that. You started rolling your hips with a newfound fervor, hands securely placed on his chest. Chris assisted your moves by fucking into you from under, and the faster he moved, the stronger was the urge to mark that gorgeous chest. It didn’t take that long for you to give into that impulse, completely unleashing yourself on him, riding his cock with rougher movements.

"FUCK, just like that. There’s my girl. I wanna watch you go to town on me."

…which was exactly what he did until he took control again to press you against him, marking hickeys on your neck.

"Turn around, baby girl. Lay down on my chest."

As you were taking your position, he reached for the nightstand to bring out an aid for himself.

"This is about to make you go fucking berserk."

Chris started fucking into you again with precise movements and pressed the wand on your clit at the lowest intensity. His cock inside you, the vibrator in your pussy, his breath on your neck, his entire body under you, all of them combined under the sky that was that goddamn ceiling mirror… It was just too fucking much to stay sane.

"Shh, don’t make me restrain you, baby girl," he warned you as you kept wriggling over him, "Watch us. Watch how fucking beautiful you are. See for yourself this is where you belong. My fucking god, you rile me up so bad."

Nothing but your crazed moans echoed in the room. Nothing but Chris existed in this world. There was no other feeling but pleasure.  

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, you’re driving me fucking crazy!"

"And you’re absolutely making me lose my fucking mind, baby girl," he gently bit your neck again, "Time to cum for me now."

Chris started fucking into you harder and faster while increasing the intensity of the vibrator, making it crystal clear for you that there was no way you could escape that impending car crash you were about to experience.

"Oh, god. Oh, GOD. OH, GOD, CHRIS, PLEASE!"

He kept fucking you through your orgasm for a hot minute while you kept panting and moaning over him, making him pleasantly surprised that it was taking this long. This was a first for you. You had experienced some strong orgasms before, but nothing quite like this. That jumbotron of a TV that was the gigantic ceiling mirror broadcasting your own porn back to you was definitely to blame for this.

"Are you still cumming, baby girl?" Chris chuckled into your neck, nipping and leaving wet marks on it with his tongue, moaning into your skin along with you.

"Just like that. Coat me all over."

You eventually managed to come down, your body still spread over him. You were spent, but apparently, Chris didn’t see any reason to call it a night. He caressed your cheeks instead and asked you with a bright smile:

"You wanna go again?"

"In a bit," you replied, still slightly panting. Then your eyes darted to the nightstand, "Oh, almost forgot about this."

You rolled over to shift yourself and face Chris again. His entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, making him glow under the dim lights of the room. There was this one part on his torso that you found particularly charming. You marked it in your mind as your final destination and reached for the spoon on the nightstand.

"This might feel a little warm."

Chris hissed in pleasure when you carefully dripped the molten chocolate on his abs, on his navel, and finished it off with a trail around his Adonis belt. You put the spoon back, positioned yourself comfortably between his legs, and started eating the chocolate off of him with languid drags of your tongue. The density of the sweet liquid was thick, and it tasted even more intense on your tongue when mixed with his natural scent like that. This was probably one of the rarer delicacies you ever got to experience in your life. You made your way down from his abs down to his crotch, licking him with pure appetite, his moans accompanying you throughout the entire route. Chris brushed your hair away from your face to get a better look at your beautiful features and you held his gaze as you relished the dessert you didn’t get to have during dinner. Then you hit your last stop.

The freckle right under his navel.

You focused your eyes on that beautiful mark and attached your lips to it, kissing and licking much like the way you did when he stripped for you. Your ministrations were so much more sensual this time around, causing Chris to throw his head back, tugging at his own locks. You placed one last kiss on the freckle and climbed up on him again, transferring the chocolate taste on his tongue because he made you want to share dessert with him. No other reason.

"My turn."

Chris laid you on the bed and reached for the spoon himself, delicately dripping the warm liquid over your pussy just enough to make it slowly drip on your clit.

"Eyes up on the ceiling, baby girl. Watch yourself get out of your body. Watch me make you fucking soar."

He made himself comfortable between your legs and continued with a playful tone:

"One condition, though. If you can’t hold it, I’m gonna stop. Please don’t make me stop eating, I get really hangry."

That same damn torture you saw in your dream a couple of days ago manifested itself right before your eyes in 4K this time. Chris latched his lips on your clit, applying no pressure on it whatsoever. Just this very faint buzzing sensation provided by his content hums and barely audible moans. The only other aid was his warm hands wrapped around your thighs, gently stroking them.

"Shit-"

"Mhm, that’s my girl. Just like that."

He coated two of his fingers with his saliva to make it easier to push into you and went back to working your clit again. Very softly. His pumps were unnecessarily tender like he was scared to hurt you. It was intense. It was violent. It was beautiful. Your toes were curling at how delectable it all felt.

"Oh, god."

"There you go. You’re incredible."

Chris grabbed one more aid from the nightstand to accompany the wand he was about to use on you. You were expectantly watching him, trying to distract yourself from the magnitude of the pleasure because if you did, you would blow right on his luscious lips. He initially grabbed just the wand, turned it on to the lowest intensity, and pressed it against your clit, fingers still working you open. You were struggling to keep yourself in place since the stimulations were starting to overwhelm you. 

"Fuck. Oh, Chris, please."

"You’re doing amazing for me, baby girl," he placed a kiss on your pussy, "You can take a little more for me now, yeah?"

Chris pushed the little bullet vibrator he just took out inside you and started giving kitten licks on your clit while pressing the wand right above it.

Oh, now you’ve done it.

Too much. It was just plain too much for you to handle and you had to make that known to him.

"Please! Ch- PLEASE!"

"Sensitive?" he giggled against your clit.

"I’m about to fucking lose it, Chris, PLEASE STOP THIS TORTURE!!!"

You were drenched. Fucking soaked. Sopping wet. And on the brink of passing out.

"Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby girl," Chris soothed you, "I’ll just slide right in now. Hold onto me."

He cast his assault weapons to the side and placed himself between your thighs again.

"Watch yourself. Watch me drive you crazy."

It was true. Chris was rock hard, but he slid inside effortlessly as if he poured an entire bottle of lube in you. You clung to his arms.

"Press yourself on me."

"Wanna get crushed under me again?" he smiled with fondness on his face. When you frantically nodded, Chris pressed his body against yours, still careful not to actually hurt you, and started fucking into you again. He felt much better than all those vibrators combined.

"Fucking hell, why are you this pretty?" Chris couldn’t help the urge to attack your lips, "Moan louder for me, come on."

"Chris."

"Louder, baby girl."

"AH, CHRIS!"

"That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl," he maniacally smiled out of sheer ecstasy. Feeling every inch of his body against yours, not to mention the way the heights he was taking you to was simply astounding, forcing moans after moans to rip from your throat.

"Ascend me. Drive me crazy. Crush me. Fucking use me. I can’t fucking take this!"

"You’re just so fucking filthy," he groaned.

"You can call me a whore to my face, it’s fine," you stupidly smiled at him. Chris unleashed himself on your lips instead, kissing you hungrily again.

"But I paid for the girlfriend experience, didn’t I? I wanna call you my baby instead."

Something churned inside you at his words. Your stomach dropped. You heard fireworks in the distance, but for the life of you, you couldn’t look him in the eye. Chris held your face in place and glued his eyes on yours.

"Look at me." 

You had no choice but to face him head-on now.

"Let me love you, baby."

You wanted to combust. You wanted the floor to part and swallow you whole so that you didn’t have to face him. This was way more embarrassing than whatever debauchery you allowed yourselves to indulge in for the past couple of hours. 

While you were wrapped up in this internal conflict, Chris grabbed the bullet once again and pressed it on your clit as he fucked into you at a way more quickened pace and a dangerous angle pressing into you, threatening a very explosive orgasm.

"Let go for your man. I want you to drench me."

"Please."

"Cum for me, baby."

"Please."

"Say my name when you cum for me."

"Chris, pl-"

"Say it, baby girl."

"Christopher, FUCK!"

For a second there, you weren’t exactly sure whether you were cumming or it was a very uncalled for watersports situation going on. You sank your fingers into his arms, violently convulsing under him with uncontrollable and frequent moans. The sensations along with the wonderful sounds coming out of you were way too much to handle for Chris. He let himself run wild, shooting his entire load in you with erratic thrusts, eventually collapsing on your chest.

"My beautiful baby girl," he kissed you and slapped a mischievous smile to his lips while trying to catch his breath, "You wanna go again?"

"I don’t plan on dying tonight," you inadvertently giggled. Chris wrapped you in his arms and drifted to sleep in absolute bliss.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you woke up in the middle of the night again.

Your chest was heavy. Being next to Chris like that, replaying everything he said to you, pretend or otherwise, was making all your synapses fail. You had to get out of there if you didn’t wanna find yourself in a deeper mess than you were already in. You just had to control yourself. Control your feelings to avoid that inevitable pain. You gently uncovered the sheets on you, but before your feet could even touch the ground…

"No."

…you felt a tight grip on your wrist. 

"I’m not letting you go this time."

Chris pulled you back to bed in one harsh movement, completely trapping you in his embrace, his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist, legs tangled with yours, and nose buried in the crook of your neck. You were overwhelmed with too many feelings, so much so that you were panicking. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to bawl your fucking eyes out. You wanted to beg for mercy.

You were drowning in emotions you shouldn’t have been feeling.

Absolutely shouldn’t have been feeling.

What was even worse was that there was video evidence of it all if you ever wanted to torture yourself.

«TO BE CONTINUED»

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Chapter 9: Sex In The Driveway

📜7.2K words 🚨Themes of polyamory, conversation about sex work fantasy (use of the term "escort"), ragefucking/hate sex, physical altercation attempt (by mc), car sex, Christopher and his unlimited supply of "baby girl", slight praising, breast play, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 💭Special thanks to @nightlychans for the free muse (just crediting, please don't feel obligated to read) Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🔖Story taglist: @elizalabs3 ; @septicrebel ; @clearlyissleeping 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior ; @bearseungmin ; @skywarriorkirby ; @sunnyville36 ; @hh0320 (@hwan-g) ; @svintsandghosts ; @jl-micasea-fics ; @skz317cb97 ; @abiaswreck ; @skyminniesworld

"Come ON, man, I don’t need this shit right now!"

You had been trying to open that door for about five minutes now, but the lock just would not budge. Your rage levels got to a point where you just had to kick the door, not because it was going to magically open, but to legitimately make it hurt.

"Who the fuck are you?"

You were so startled to death by the unexpected voice raising behind you that your knees gave way, but you were quick to recollect yourself.

"Beat it, purple dude. I can't with your ass right now."

"Do you at least wanna tell me why you’re trying to break into my apartment with the obviously wrong set of keys?"

"Huh?"

The man grabbed the keys from your hand and pointed to the door.

"Key to door number one does not go into door number two. Didn’t you learn shapes and patterns in kindergarten?"

Were you really trying to open the door that did not belong to your new apartment? Yes. Because why the fuck not, apparently.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK, SORRY. I thought… Fuck-"

Rather than calling the cops on you, the man burst into a loud cackle instead.

"I like you, crazy bitch," he leaned against the door, "You can address me as the contractual owner of door number two. Or Minho for short."

"Pleasure. I guess," you replied between your grunts as you were struggling to drag your ginormous luggage inside, "Uh- Could you give me a hand with this?"

"Sure. Would you like me to braid your hair, too?"

"Excuse you?"

"It translates to absolutely not. Learn simplified Minhoese if you wanna survive around here," he jeered, "I’ll catch you on the flip flop."

You stared at the door closed to your face in complete bewilderment.

What an absolute douchebag!

You didn’t own any furniture, or more like any stuff other than a couple of personal belongings and your clothes, and you liked it that way. It always allowed you to keep the door ajar if the need to immediately bail emerged for whatever reason. That was exactly why you always opted for furnished places. It didn’t need to be so damn fancy; just a decent place having the essentials was more than enough. You heard a knock on your newest door close to evening hours. The person on the other side annoyed the crap out of you on sight.

"What’s up douche rocket? Came to apologize?" you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Yeah, I don’t do that shit," Minho casually responded, "I ordered pizza. Come, let’s have dinner," then he proceeded to walk back to his apartment. The gesture simply appalled you.

"Why?"

Minho turned around with an aloof look, "Haven’t you been dealing with this moving in shit all day?"

"Yes?"

"Did you eat?"

"No."

"Then move your ass. I don’t like my pizza cold."

Oh, SHIT, a real-life tsundere. IN THE WILD!!!

"Thanks, bunny dude," you commented as you were walking behind him.

"Huh?"

"Your front teeth," you booped his upper lip with a smile, catching him completely off guard, "It’s adorable."

"Don’t be disgusting," Minho walked towards the kitchen island, albeit slightly flustered.

You went through an entire jumbo pizza and a couple of beers together talking about your past shenanigans; the previous cities you’d been in, the stuff that made you haul ass, the kind of jobs you took, your general intolerance of people’s bullshit… Minho was more on the listener side rather than talking about himself as he seemed genuinely intrigued and entertained by your weird-ass, or to be politically correct, unique stories. When you mentioned you needed to start looking for a job to sustain yourself, he nonchalantly suggested you come work at the bar he was bartending at.

"Depends, Ming Kong. Do you work at Hooters?"

"No, and are you gonna keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"The nickname thing."

"Yes," you responded and took a ginormous bite of your slice.

"What a bitch," he scoffed, "While you do have an ass fit to be Hooters material, I actually need someone to mix drinks with me."

"Bold of you to assume that I know the first thing about mixology."

"I don’t assume shit," he eyed your face, "First of all, you called it mixology and you’re way too much of a smartass to solely wait tables."

"Nope. Totally clueless."

"Oh, is that so?" Minho tilted his head with a grin, "Let’s play a game then, shall we?"  

"What kind of a game?" you raised your brows in suspicion.

"Simple," Minho threw the crust back into the box, "I’ll just keep giving you three choices and you’re gonna pick one. If you stutter or can’t give an immediate answer, you lose." Then continued with an emphatic voice.

"And when you lose, it's proof you're lying, and you’re dragging your ass to the bar with me."

"When I lose," you studied his expression intently, but eventually took on his challenge, "You’re on. Go."

"Black, gray, or white?"

"Black."

"Spaghetti, ravioli, or pizza?"

"Pizza."

"Vodka, rum, or tequila?"

"Vodka."

"B-52 includes Irish cream, triple sec, and?"

"Kahlua."

Minho broke into the most satisfied smile you’d ever seen in your goddamn life, smugly leaning back on the stool. You threw the slice on the box.

"DAMMIT!"

"Yeah, now you know the reason why I’m dubbed as the untameable 10th Dan™."

"Did you really just fucking trademark a nickname?" you asked with a mildly nauseated expression.

"I might as well have, bitch. I’ll pick you up before work tomorrow. Get the fuck out now, I’ll hit the sack."

An average person would be offended to the high heavens because of his attitude. Minho just did not give a fuck, and you found that weirdly charming about him.

"Fine, bunny dude, but if you wake me up before noon, I’m pressing charges for breaking and entering. I’ll catch you on the flip flop," you winked at him and left.

Weeks passed after your first day with Minho and you started working with him at the bar. Quick learner? Check. Sass? Check. Wit? Check. That was basically everything you needed to be proficient in his standards rather than experience outlined in a CV, possibly typed in Helvetica. The more you spent time together, the more you moved into his personal territory. You made yourself infinitely comfortable with him, and for some reason, he didn’t mind that. Come to think of it, it shouldn’t have been that unexpected maybe, considering Minho’s excessive fondness for stray cats.

It was another rowdy night at the bar. Minho made himself scarce from the bar area for a little breather from the incessant orders.

"Take cover here. I’ll go check on that table."

"You spend way too much time with that group," you stated with a cocked brow, "Do you know them?"

"Yeah, they’re our regulars. You should, too, if you want that tip box full."

It was always the same group of people occupying that specific booth. Five guys, coming in around nineish and not leaving until the last call at least four nights a week. Besides that pigment-ignorant fucker colossally unaware of any other color than black and evidently possessing irritation-inducing genes who kept disappearing with different people night after night.

"Look who it is! THE MAN, THE MYT-"

"Sit your ass down. I have something important to discuss."

The entire table broke into a unison "What?" at Minho’s words.

"You don't discuss things with us, Min. You just inform us of shit, and that is if you’re feeling generous," Chris commented with sheer panic, "Oh god, is this gonna involve posting bail again?"

"Nothing like that, headass," Minho stole a glance from the bar, "It's uh- It's about her."

"The barmaid queen?" Jisung confirmed the target of Minho's gaze, "Since when are we informing each other about who we wanna fuck?"

"It's NOT li- Jesus fucking christ," Minho ruffled his hair out of frustration. The table turned to Jisung, and Felix voiced everyone's common question:

"Do you understand anything from this, Ji?"

Jisung squinted his eyes and intently looked at Minho's face. His lips slightly parted upon the delightful surprise.

"He wants her to become a part of us."

"No fucking way! Really?" Hyunjin widened his eyes. Minho's response was a little too shy compared to his usual demeanor.

"I mean… Kinda, yeah." 

Palpable excitement started seeping through the booth with everyone talking over each other.

"Shit just got interesting," Chris stretched his arms to his sides on the seat, "First time anybody ever put something like this on the table. Not to mention you." 

"We might need some convincing. Cite your sources," Changbin demanded. Minho heaved a deep sigh and began his opening statement.

"You already know we're neighbors, right?"

"Might have been referred to as the bitch nextdoor in the passing, yeah," Jisung gulped his drink.

"We spend a lot of time together outside of work, too. We got pretty close."

"You got close with someone? Besides us?" Felix asked in shock.

"If you knew how many screws she had loose, you'd do too, asshat. And you're gonna."

At that moment, your voice raised from the bar area.

"Kindly fuck right off, sir. We reserve the right to not serve colossal dickheads here."

The entire table started cackling but for some reason, Chris had a fond smile on his face. Jisung took notice of that and responded to Minho with a shit-eating grin.

"Bold of you to assume some of us aren't already crushing, but continue."

Minho took a sip from Hyunjin's glass, "I don’t know. We talk about random shit for hours on end and I don't even realize it’s way past midnight. She even takes care of my cats if I'm not around. Like, unprovoked."

This was definitely a first. The group was witnessing Minho being borderline sentimental over somebody, something that wasn't a descendant of the feline family for that matter, and they watched the whole thing unfold in awe like they just confirmed the existence of Narnia.

"She just… she brings out something in me, and I can't shake this feeling that… that… you know."

"That she might be the one for us?"

"WHAT?" Minho snapped at Jisung, "That's- Fuck, no. Gross."

"That's a yes, gentlemen."

Changbin's clapback caused another round of teasing laughter, but Minho was relentless in his attempt to defend his ice-cold honor.

"She would fit right in is a less disgusting description," he retorted, "In conclusion, I want her around all the time, so everybody fucking behave."

"How do you even know she’d be compatible with all of us?" Changbin made a fair point, "It’s a little crowded here in case you didn’t notice."

Minho looked at him with an expression that said Try me, bitch, and started flipping through his rolodex of convincing arguments.

"Jisung, she’s way too into standup comedy. Felix, she listens to ASMR in lieu of porn on a regular basis. She’s even trying to get me into it but she’s getting on my goddamn nerves instead. Hyunjin, that ASMR heavily includes tongue fluttering triggers and we all know about your oral fixation. Changbin, she gets off to it every fucking night because I keep hearing buzzing sounds from her apartment, ergo, a massive potential for a through-the-roof sex drive. And Chris, she has a pussy."

"Why do I always get the sharp end? Just why?"

Hyunjin crunched on a couple of pretzels in front of him, "Why don’t you just straight up ask her if she’d be interested?" Minho rolled his eyes so hard he practically went blind for a second.

"And say what, 'Hey, you down for alternating between me and my dysfunctional entourage? We’ll show you a good time.' Be cool, man, goddamn."

"Would you like me to squeeze you into this drink?"

Your commentary got the booth turn to your direction again to watch another set of a dissing match.

"By all means, hot stuff."

You pulled out a heavy-looking instrument laying among a bowl of walnuts and slammed it on the bar counter.

"Or would you like me to demonstrate why they call me The Nutcracker around here instead?"

The group was relishing your snark every time you couldn’t hold it in, a clear mark that Minho’s personality was smearing on yours. Chris blurted out a little too emphatically while wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Man, I really like her."

The entire table turned to him upon the unnecessary declaration.

"What do you mean? You like her like her?" Jisung asked with creased brows whereas Changbin howled with laughter.

"Get a fucking grip, Christripper. She’s never gonna say yes to you."

"We like this bar."

"Don’t kill the bar, dude."

"Why the fuck?" Chris protested and forced a sigh out of Minho.

"For starters, she ain’t one of your regular bimbos and has a goddamn fuckboy firewall on. She deals with the likes of you on a daily basis here, Exhibit A," he gestured to the bar and continued, "You can’t hit that unless she's intrigued, and like hell I'm gonna let you pull a Christopher. I’ll fucking obliterate your ass if she leaves."

"So what? Aren't you guys neighbors? You'll still see her," Jisung thought he was making a point but Minho wasn’t having it.

"I've grown accustomed to certain luxuries like seeing that ass for twelve hours a day, and I'm not about to mess up my routine just because Crispy here can't find a glory hole."

"Hm… Intrigued, you say," Chris squinted his eyes, "Anything goes?"

"We seriously like this bar, dude."

"Please do not kill the bar."

Jisung slammed his hand on the table, "Which means, it’s my time to shine HAHA!"

"Who says I just wanna fuck and bounce? I really do like her."

Felix loudly scoffed, "Bitch please, everybody and their mother fucking knows you’re incapable of sustaining a relationship that lasts past breakfast hours."

"I don’t do breakfasts," Chris replied with a dead serious tone, "It’s a very intimate activity."

Unfortunately, Chris wasn't even joking, which was exactly why the entire table yelled in unison. 

"We know."

"It’s just a phone number. The fuck is wrong with you?"

"Everything, my guy," you widened your eyes at the third frat material of the night, "Take a hike."

Needless to say, the booth cheered for the umpteenth time at the goal. Chris was smiling at you while biting his lips.

"She’s just… So interesting, you know?"

"Yeah, we know. We really like this bar."

"Don’t fucking kill the bar, dude."

"Yeah, go ahead and fucking pursue her," Changbin put his glass down, "We’d love to watch Min crush you between those thighs Christripper."

Felix let out an annoyed sigh, "Why are we even discussing this? I’m the most approachable out of all of you. I’ll ease her into it."

"Uh, hello? When I’m fucking here?" Hyunjin argued.

"You really think your suave motherfucker shenanigans will work on her?"

"Well-"

Changbin just attempted to provide his argument but the table shushed him almost reflexively in unison.

"IMMEDIATELY NO!"

"You do realize we’re trying not to spook her, right?" Jisung opposed, "If anything, you will not open your goddamn mouth until we’re sure she’s comfortable around us."

"What the fuck, man?" Changbin stretched his hands to the sides, "I will have you know I’m a fucking gentleman, and more so than all of you combined. You already know I’d charm her socks off; why the fuck would I risk that by whipping out an alter ego right from day one?"

"Either I’m wasted, or he has a point," Felix agreed. Chris exhaled in frustration.

"Do I need to fucking remind you of how much game I already have? Sung, I might need your help on this, though."

"Fuuuuuck no. We’re rivals from this point on."

"It’s for the greater good of all of us, man."

"All of us?" Jisung cackled, "She’s gonna fucking drag your ass to hell and back. You're ready to endure that for the greater good?"

"Oh, you didn't know? I have a thing for that," Chris winked and glanced at the bar, "Just look at that fucking savage princess, my god."

"Fucking simp," Hyunjin landed a smack on Chris’ head.

"Oh, she’s gonna love that. More so since I won’t be faking it at all this time."

Changbin looked at him with sheer doubt, "Dude, you don’t even know her."

"Maybe. But I feel like I do," Chris smiled looking at the bar again, "You’ll see. I’ll get the yes."

Changbin sighed in defeat, "If you say so. Learn to stop fucking everything that moves first, maybe. You sound way too confident for your own good."

"It’s because I am", Chris smirked into his glass, "I always get the yes."

After listening to the battle of the wits around him, Minho facepalmed himself.

"You're gonna fuck this up so bad, I swear to god. Just let me handle it," he declared to the table, "We're gonna put on a little skit until we get our feet in that door. Y'all better give me that Oscar-worthy performance if you don't want your asses handed to you."

Hyunjin was astonished at how quickly Minho was about to put the gears in motion, "What the fuck? You already have a game plan?" 

"When the fuck do I not? You best check yourself, playboy," Minho stole a look from the bar to check your whereabouts and continued, "I’m literally her guy nextdoor, so I'll be in the friendzone until further notice. You two will be the massively incompetent wingmen," he gestured to Hyunjin and Felix.

"HEY!"

"Argue with the wall. Jisung and Changbin will be coaching you. She needs to believe you're not after her. Make sure she notices you keep fucking it up, though. Chris…" Minho paused briefly and quickly gave up on coming up with a disguise for him, "Well, she's already seen your shenanigans around here so you can be yourself."

"BRO!"

"Focus, man!" Minho pointed his fingers at his eyes, "Sung, I need you to use the Jedi mind trick thing somewhere appropriate. We kinda started a side thing here where we professionally hustle people. She does tarot readings in the back room."

"Back room, huh?" Jisung erupted into a smug grin.

"Cool it before I have to castrate you," Minho instantly countered, "Hang around by the bar. You're bound to see someone requesting her. That's when you'll ask for a reading yourself. That's our intrigue card," he eyed Jisung from head to toe and commented with a queasy face, "And get a fucking cut and color while you’re at it. I recommend dark blue."

"Can't you at least give us some more prominent roles in this?" Hyunjin objected, "We're barely supporting characters here."

"Fine, I'll be crushing on you. Does that jerk off your ego?" Minho shut him up, "Felix, dial down the husky charms to a minimum. I need you on your best sunshine behavior."

"You want her to think I'm some schmuck? What the fuck man?"

"Shh!!!" he silenced the unnecessarily high decibel, "And yes I do. She's eventually gonna cave."

"And you’re this sure because?" Changbin asked. Minho answered with a confident smile.

"Because we're the fucking charmers of this town."

"Why not invite her to our po-" Jisung attempted a question but Minho interrupted him.

"No. I want her to feel safe around us first. This is fucking important."

Chris examined Minho for quite some time and asked him with raised brows, "You're sure you're doing this for all of us? You seem a little too whipped for your untameable reputation."

Minho cleared his throat and got up to get back to his station.

"I'm not gonna confirm nor deny this information. Do not fuck this up."

Chris was about to collapse an entire building into mere dust out of sheer frustration, so he gathered the council in Hyunjin’s coffee shop at closing hours to discuss the matter at hand and hopefully find a solution.

"This is becoming a fucking problem now."

"Some context would be nice," Jisung reached out for his coffee.

"I’m about to lose my fucking mind. Thank you," Chris grabbed the mug from Hyunjin, "It's like somebody dipped her in Chris repellent. Why the fuck can’t I get through the door? Is one of you doing something to fuck me over?"

"Told ya. Fuckboy firewall," Minho slurped on his americano, "What happened?"

"She came onto me in the middle of the night on Hyunjin's birthday, and it was great. God, it was so great," Chris briefly closed his eyes holding his head between his hands, "But when I woke up in the morning she was nowhere to be found."

"Maybe she just doesn't do that waking up together stuff," Minho asked the rest of the table, "Did she sleep over with any of you?"

The unison ‘Yes’ that came from the four men basically punched Chris in the stomach.

"See? None of you are exactly husband material, but she doesn’t seem to have a problem with the rest of you? Why the fuck is she avoiding me? Why am I not enough for her?"

"For your information, I highly doubt that’s a matter of being enough," Jisung responded, "I have reason to believe she’s having a tough time admitting some things to herself."

"Like what?"

Jisung placed his mug on the table again, "Let’s just say that for some reason she seems to have developed a habit of making you suffer. And quite honestly, you’re fucking enabling her."

"Not to mention you deserve it," Minho retorted.

"Thanks so much for the cryptic insight," Chris deadpanned.

"Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’m gonna abuse her trust in me," Jisung commented with a soft voice. Chris furrowed his brows upon these words.

"What do you mean? You know something?"

"It's called common sense," Jisung shrugged, "Practice it some time."

Changbin was analyzing Chris’ face like he was trying to solve an equation, "What’s with the obsession? You wanna walk me through it?"

"What obsession?"

"The wanting what you can’t have thing."

"It’s not a matter of wanting what I can’t have."

"You sure?"

Chris heaved a deep sigh, "In your crass words, I already got it, remember? Twice. And she fucking loved it."

Changbin snickered at Chris, "Sure. You're just this mad not because it pisses you off you can't hit that whenever you want, but because you’ve just fallen for her, right?" Then he burst into full-on laughter, "Yeah, good one."

Changbin waited for a snarky comment in return but all that followed was silence, not to mention Chris’ flustered face and dark red ears. His eyes widened upon realization.

"No fucking way! You have?"

"He really has," Jisung followed with a faint smile, "You fell in love with her, didn’t you?"

Chris harshly grabbed the water bottle in front of him and gulped half the content in one go like he was trying to calm himself down. He dragged his hand over his face and groaned in defeat.

"I’m so trapped in her web I can’t move. You gotta help me out with this."

Although Minho recognized how serious Chris was, the snark was intended to lighten the mood this time, "You realize none of us will be willing to let you have her by yourself, right? And I top that chart, I mean."

"You know it’s not that, Min," Chris furrowed his brows again, "I just want her to let me love her, too. That’s all I’m asking."

"Settle something for us, baby. Roleplaying, yay or nay?"

You poured Jisung’s usual Long Island Iced Tea and responded enthusiastically while serving his drink, "Duh, fucking yay!"

"See?" Chris yelled to him, "Game, set, and match."

"Oh, you’re on the yay side?" you contorted your face, "Then I’ll go with nay."

Your satisfied grin elicited loud oohing from the gang and relentless Chris clowning followed suit afterwards.

"Ha ha, very funny," Chris deadpanned, "I don’t care, she said yes first."

"Yeah, but she hates your guts, so we win," Changbin raised his glass to you and you nodded in response.

"Like none of you are into that shit," Chris protested.

"Yeah, we just like seeing you suffer Crispy."

It was true, and for some reason, you were the head cheerleader of all the Chris-bashing activities. Felix noticed the gratuitous amount of satisfaction on your lips and mischievously smiled himself.

"Actually, this," he pointed his finger at the space between you and Chris, "is like two kids that keep bothering each other, don’t you think? When in fact they looove each other."

You slammed the washcloth in your hand on the bar top.

"Yo Freckles, you wanna die?"

They roared with laughter and Changbin slapped Chris’ back, "Pull her hair while you’re at it, why don’t you?"

"I want to if she ever lets me," Chris looked at you almost with a pout.

And you… No matter how involuntarily… With a complete lack of willpower…

Smiled at him.

A thought kept riddling you lately to the extent that you were losing sleep over it. You obviously had feelings for Jisung and it was way past the amazing sex at this point. It was how he made you combust with the warm and fuzzies whenever you saw him. It was how he made you feel truly appreciated. It was how comforting it was to be around him. It was how he made you wanna be there for him, love him, cherish him, open your heart to him and be completely vulnerable. Because you trusted him. Maybe even a little too much.

But could it be slightly, just a little, at all possible that you… had feelings for more than one person?

Tsch, yeah right.

"Well, in all seriousness, depends on what kind of roleplay," you shooed the redundant thoughts away, "What genre of fantasy are we talking about?"

All the men sitting in front of you plus Minho replied unanimously.

"Escort."

"You’re one of those?" you quipped, "One in three guys, I swear."

"Try six out of six, beautiful," Hyunjin teased.

This was by no means chastising. It was just an extension of a phenomenon you kept observing whenever you were around these people. It was how open they were whenever the subject was their sexuality, either in practice or in a conversation, making you believe that other forms of communication just could not bring people closer in the way that sexuality did and some form of intimacy came out of it. You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel much much closer to them compared to when you first met them. Granted, seeing them naked played a part in it, but if that was the case, you had seen a lot of people naked before, and you weren’t necessarily this close to any of them. That would require the will to keep in touch first.

"What is it about the escort fantasy guys like so much? Is it the aspect of being a customer? Like, ‘I paid for it so you're gonna do anything I want’ type of shit?"

"How coarse do you think we are?" Chris replied semi-seriously and added, "It plays a role but not as much as you think."

"Then what?"

"Personally, I really like how paradoxical it is," he continued, "While the offered service is one of the most intimate things between two people, more often than not you wouldn't be allowed to be intimate with your clients - it's against the rules. It's that forbidden aspect of it that gets me going."

You squinted your eyes, "You're legit telling me… The idea that riles you up is being intimate, not the unspeakable acts you'd ask them to do in exchange for money."

"Damn straight. Although I prefer the term ineffable acts," Chris knowingly smiled, "and how much they would fucking love it."

They would love the ineffable acts, huh? 

Because why wouldn’t they when the person you were playing with was already someone who continuously enjoyed what they experienced with you? You knew that, but you would rather do shots of bleach than admit that out loud.

"That’s bullshit. There's no way that is true."

"It is and I'll prove it to you," Chris put down his glass for you to refresh it, "One date. That’s all I’m asking."

"A what?"

"Why not?" Chris shrugged, "I already know Changbin took you out to dinner and Hyunjin even went down that private cooking route. What’s the harm in going on one with me?"

You were about to break into an entire monologue to talk yourself out of the urge to say yes, but Chris derailed your thoughts by placing his hand on yours.

"Please?"

You held his gaze for a while. His beautiful brown eyes looked way too candid and you absolutely hated how it made you feel.

"You’re serious."

"Yes, I am."

The entire clan basically started cheering very loud ‘DO IT!’s, pressing you to accept his proposal. The more you didn’t answer, the more anxious Chris was getting for fear of another rejection.

"What's it gonna take? Just tell me already."

Before you could answer him, Jisung intervened, "It’s fair game, baby. He’s the only one you relentlessly avoid paying attention to and god knows he’s paid his dues."

It was true. You reveling in making Chris suffer in whatever form was only because it satisfied something twisted inside you, but it was just the pleasure of putting him in his place, not because of some sadistic desire to damage him emotionally. That would be just straight-up cruel.

"Why not consider it an opportunity to diss me all night?" Chris smiled.

Now, that I can do.

"Fine," you replied curtly trying your best not to smile back. Chris’ dimples, on the other hand, grew even deeper.

When the clock struck closing hours, the guys all got up to leave for their poker night, but Chris stayed behind.

"I'll give you a ride home."

"You're not going with them?" you asked while getting your bag.

"I got a deadline coming up, so I gotta head home to work. Come on."

No wonder he had limited himself to only two drinks throughout the entire night.

Well, this is new, you thought to yourself as you got settled in your seat. You didn’t say a word during that entire ride and just watched him drive with stolen glances. You were used to being annoyed at Chris, not to noticing how sexy he looked behind a steering wheel, veins on his hand popping due to his firm grip, eyes intently on the road with slightly furrowed brows. It was warm inside. His car smelled really nice although not as nice as his own scent, and the melodies coming from his speakers were as soft and sultry as his lips were.

What?

"Well, good night then," Chris pulled you back to earth as he stopped in your driveway. You immediately went back to snark mode to camouflage your actual thoughts.

"Yeah, not happening since your face is the last thing I saw tonight."

Chris immediately killed off the engine and locked the doors to prevent you from leaving.

"Fucking CHRIST, Y/N, just WHAT IS IT? Why do you hate me this much? What did I ever do to you?!"

"I just CAN’T fucking stand your stupid face if that’s what you wanna know!"

"BUT WHY?"

Why? Did he really ask WHY?

"You," you nudged him on the shoulder.

"...think you’re fucking all that," you pressed harder.

"...when in fact", you shoved him harder.

"...you ain’t shit. That whole confidence thing you got going on? It's fucking baseless."

"Our nights together beg to differ," Chris scoffed, "You fucking dissolved under my touch."

You were almost caught off guard, "That doesn’t mean anything. I was both drunk and high. Nobody would be able to think with their brain."

"Oh yeah?" Chris fully turned to face you, one hand still on the steering wheel, "You seem to be forgetting about a particular bookstore incident. You were very much sober when I made you cum so fucking hard on my fingers in broad daylight - not to mention in fucking PUBLIC!"

Oh, you got some goddamn nerve. 

His words… His words got a fucking RISE out of you.

"Alright that’s it, you jackass, somebody needs to teach you a fucking lesson," you immediately grabbed the seat belt to unlatch it.

"HA, you don’t mean you, I hope?"

You literally swung your fist towards him in an attempt to land a punch, but the proximity was so close that Chris instantly blocked it by grabbing your wrist.

"You think you’re so irresistible. Well, news flash, you arrogant prick, I will resist you with everything I got. You’re nothing more than a fucking philanderer, a fucking WOMANIZER, you’ll just fuck EVERYTHING THAT MOVES."

"What the fuck, Y/N, are you fucking insane?"

"What if I am, huh? Congrats, you’ve DONE IT! You’ve finally driven me fucking CRAZY!"

You unleashed yourself onto him to tackle him in that tiny space and straddled him as if you could actually put him in a sleeper hold so he would just shut up. Just shut the fuck up. 

Needless to say, it was way too easy for Chris to break himself free of your attempts to assault him. With one swift move, he grabbed your neck to pull you in a heated kiss. You stopped it in utter rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Fucking PACIFYING YOU, just SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A SECOND!!!"

He pulled you back in his arms again and he was kissing you with such passion that it deactivated all your reasoning instantly, disabling your motor functions to inflict pain.

"Ah, Chris."

"Baby girl."

"Ah, I fucking hate you."

"Hate me all you want, just let me fucking touch you."

When his hand slid inside your shirt to caress your back with his warm touch, all you could do was moan. And moan. And moan. Loudly. He fucking groaned at the contact.

"Oh, jesus fucking CHRIST, YES- I've missed this so much."

You hated to admit it, but so did you. Your hands inadvertently found their way to his chest again to scratch it, mark it as deeply as you could.

"Behave. Behave, baby girl."

Chris sort of beat you to it and latched himself to your neck, lightly grazing it with his teeth. Then he whispered in your ear with a way too delighted smile.

"Just say you're fucking jealous, baby girl. It ain't that hard."

"Shut up."

"Say you don't want me touching anybody else but you."

"I said shut the fuck up!"

"Say you fucking want me to be your simp."

You hooked the crook of your elbow against his nape with a harsh move and roughly pressed his head against your chest like you wanted to legitimately choke him. Chris humored you for the briefest of moments, letting you relish that delusion that you could actually overpower him, but popped that bubble with the needle that was ripping open the buttons of your shirt instead. He didn’t waste any time freeing your breasts and began fervently sucking on them, punctuating the swirls of his tongue with a gentle bite on your nipples.

"FUCK!"

"Oh, you like that, don’t you baby girl?"

He groped both your tits with a firm grip, pressing them together, and kept hardening your nipples with the loud and wet movements of his tongue.

"I wanna fucking cum on these. Oh, I would cum so hard." 

"Not even gonna take you two minutes to blow anyway."

"Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?" he hysterically smiled, "You fucking love watching me lose myself over you."

He roughly pulled your face towards his again, hands never losing contact with your skin, lips already swollen over extremely needy kisses, panting into your mouth.

"Fucking grope me."

Chris landed a slap on your thighs from under you and squeezed them deliciously.

"That ass just begs to be spanked."

"Oh, bite me, you prick."

"If you insist, fucking gladly."

He literally moved on to sink his teeth on your shoulder and that was the most exquisite kind of pain you could ever feel. Your hiss morphed into a moan before it could even leave your lips.

"Ah, FUCK! You're going all alpha wolf on me now?"

"You want me to? I'm not even scratching the surface."

You reciprocated the move by trapping his plush lips between yours, biting on them like you really wanted a piece of him. Chris was getting way too riled up over how you were losing it and unbuttoned your pants, almost ripping them in the process.

"Touch me. Right there."

"Here, baby girl?"

That wasn’t an actual question because he knew the exact spot. He fucking heard it from you pressed against a door as you were instructing Jisung while Chris was touching himself to your moans.

"Oh, right there, right there, right there, CHRIS FUCK!"

"That’s my girl. There you go."

You yelling his name like that was doing something to his brain. His mind was completely infested with the urge of ramming himself into you. He hastily rid you of your pants and dropped his to his ankles, guiding his rock-hard length into your sopping wet entrance.

"FUCKING- YES!"

Those arms were just so fucking strong that he wasn't struggling one bit to lift you up and down on his cock. Like you were a fucking leaf. The pleasure spreading throughout your body was so fucking exorbitant that your loud moans echoing in his car were instantaneously transforming into screams of his name. You grabbed his shirt and pulled it to yourself.

"Fucking take it off. Take it off!"

When he flashed that magnificent chest for you again…

Oh… my fucking… god…

There was no fucking way you weren’t going to drag your nails on them.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby girl. Scratch me. More!"

All of a sudden, Chris pulled the lever right next to his seat, leaning it all the way back, and abruptly flipped you under him. So fucking easily.

"Say you want me to wreck you."

"Like hell I w-"

Chris attacked your lips with pure fire again, taking all your breath away. Literally.

"Say it, baby girl."

"No."

He maniacally smiled, eyes filled with nothing but hunger, warning you of the looming impact.

"But I'm gonna, anyway."

He pushed your legs back and dove into your pussy like he was starved to death.

"SHIT!"

Indescribable. The sensation Chris was inducing in you was simply indescribable. It felt very close to pouring gallons of gasoline over an already uncontrollable wildfire. He kept sucking on your clit firmly enough to apply enough pressure, but it was that damn teasing of his tongue that was making you go absolutely feral.

"Say it, baby girl."

"FUCK, please don't stop!"

He allowed himself to sate his own burning desire to fucking dissolve you under his tongue, getting you to flow a river for him, coating his mouth with your sweet juices. You were like a spring that was never enough to quench his thirst. Chris could do that for hours if teasing you wasn’t more entertaining.

"Say I'm driving you crazy."

"You- You’re-"

"Say it, baby girl."

"You’re dr- You’re driving-"

"Do it for me."

"You’re driving me fucking CRAZY!!! Oh, fuck, FUCK!"

You grabbed him by his hair to get him up. If he didn’t pass through you right that second, you were going to legitimately lose your mind.

"Get up. Get the fuck up! Fuck me into this seat, you son of a bitch, DO IT!"

Chris grinned like an absolutely deranged lunatic and climbed on top of you, throwing your legs over his shoulders to angle for your sweetest spot. That stretch he caused while letting out that animalistic grunt was everything.

"Oh, CHRIS!"

Your voice… It was more than enough. It was the sexiest fucking thing in this universe. He could listen to it like a song over and over again and blow on cue. He was sure of it.

"Say it again."

"Say w-"

"My name, baby girl. Again."

You held onto his gorgeous arms again, sinking your fingers in them, and let yourself get lost in him.

"Oh, Chris."

You felt him twitch inside you and he let out a deep exhale.

"Fuck- Again."

"Chris, please."

"Ah, again, baby girl."

"Christopher."

This time he twitched so hard that you felt it deep within you.

"Ah, baby-"

"Christopher."

"Ah, baby, yes."

"Christopher."

"Oh, fucking-"

"Christopher."

"Fuck, again."

"Christopher."

"Again!"

"Christopher!"

"AGAIN!"

"CHRISTOPHER!". 

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, give it to me. Give it to me, baby girl, just like that."

Chris fucking snapped. He was going more unhinged with every thrust, resolute to crash both of you into an iron gate at full force. He slithered his thumb on your clit to intensify your pleasure.

"You know you love this, right? You fucking love this."

"Fucking kiss me!"

Who was he to say no to tasting your lips at every opportunity? He could live the rest of his life attached to them for all he cared.

"Cum for me," you whispered into his mouth. He deliriously smiled again.

"Fuck no."

"Fucking blow for me."

"You first, baby girl."

Chris picked up the pace, disarming you completely under him.

"Where do you wanna cum? Tell me."

"No, please, no, y- you…"

He was simply ruthless, determined to not let you have your way whatsoever.

"You wanna flood my cock? You wanna cream on my face? Tell me, I'll do it."

You were trying. You were really trying to form a coherent sentence but all that came out of your mouth was your moans mixed with guttural sounds his thrusts were forcing out of you.

"You. Your- J-just you."

"Let go for me, baby girl. Hit me with all you got. You know you love this."

Then he bent over your face again and whispered looking dead into your eyes.

"You love me."

"FUCK, CHRIS, I L-"

Chris immediately covered your mouth with his lips and choked your moan that could have easily turned into something very inexplicable. Nevertheless, your brutal spasms along with what he most certainly knew was going to spill from your lips pushed him over the edge with you. Frantically.

"Oh, yes. Yes, I'm coming! I'm fucking coming, oh SHIT!"

His warm seed squirting inside you, spreading around your walls like that felt so weirdly soothing, wrapping you in a blanket of pure bliss. You felt yourself getting out of your body for a second. After he came down, Chris finally broke the silence minus both of your attempts to catch your breaths.

"So, I uh- I’ll come pick you up at 8 tomorrow?" he asked while panting, your foreheads still pressed together. Your hands reached for his curls and caressed them softly.

"Actually, I have something else in mind. Why don’t you meet me at the restaurant?"

My name is Y/N and I’m pretty sure I’m about to make the biggest mistake yet.

«TO BE CONTINUED»

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a/n: hello again!! i was overwhelmed with how many people liked my first post so here's another one. hope you like this one too!! (tho this is such a random idea?) if you also recognized this on ig, its me lol

Chan

The moment your eyes slowly opened, he was staring at you fondly while his lips curved into a small sweet smile. 

he would be surprised but would ask how was your sleep 

tucks you again because he knows you're still tired and he probably woke you up from the noise he made earlier

"You should've woken me up." you said, voice muffled and a bit raspy, Chan just smiled hugging you close to his body and chuckling 

"I can't do that, it's like disturbing an angel sleeping" 

Lee Know

would be frozen still while he's crouching from the floor, his head leaning on both hands, forming the flower pose

"Oh? You saw nothing, go back to sleep."

it would be dark and cold, but his face was hot and still getting hotter and redder once he heard you giggle behind him

would be very embarrassed that he's caught 

you would enjoy teasing him about it and would teasingly ask how often he does that

"No, I don't do it often… I don't know." 

Changbin

I think he would just chuckle, or straight up laugh because he's caught, the watching time is over 

he would be actually a nervous wreck that you would think it's weird, especially when you asked him why he's doing that

" I'm not upset," you would chuckle, pulling his shirt lazily, "Just surprised that you would actually do that." 

and when he's finally beside you, you'd give him a peck on his cheeks and he'd return it, hugging you close

"Of course I would, you're beautiful."

Hyunjin

"Hyuj-!!" 

unintentionally covers your face with his large hand to prevent the embarrassment with another embarrassment move

"No, I Uhh… don't be mad at me." 

then he would release his hands and you can finally breathe properly and laugh properly

he would be really fast on moving from the floor to his hand on your face

you would tell him it was fine, but he was already too embarrassed, I think he would bury his face on your pillow or on your neck. 

"I arrived early, I swear, I lost track of time because you look soft, like an angel."

Han

very much surprised, falls off the bed

"I'm fine!" he'd shout from the floor, face completely red

he would the same as Hyunjin, both lost track of time staring at your sleeping face and getting fascinated by your features

he would not listen when you tell him to get up from the floor that you'd look at him, head popping out from the bed and teasing him about it and he'd just pout all day

"Shut up, it's a way of showing affection too!"

Felix 

would give you the sweetest smile when you were about to open your eyes and still, you catch up on that smile.

"Too sweet Lix, what time is it?" 

I think it would be somewhat normal to the both of you, occasionally watching each other sleep. 

"10pm. Sleep more sunshine, I'll sleep too." 

 "Then you should've slept earlier if you're tired instead of watching me sleep, geez Lixie stop being perfect will yah?" 

"I can't help it, you're too lovely." 

Seungmin

"Nothing, sleep."

he would say that with the book he's reading now on his lap, would cover you with the blanket you two are sharing and keep it tight to calm himself down

"Kim Seungmin, I already saw you, it wasn't nothing and it's getting hot here!" 

then that's when the blanket was off you and he's back to reading, but it was still obvious he's embarrassed 

"What happened with the book is it boring?" 

"Kind of, you moved so I looked at you but… I couldn't stop staring." 

I.N

would almost fall off the bed but managed to pull himself together and sit up straight but would be covering his face with his hands

when he would hear you giggle cutely to that, he knows it safe and you're not mad

would be too shy that he'd change the subject to how was your sleep but eventually he would talk about it shyly 

tucks you to bed too, moving close to you while he would slowly drift off to sleep beside you. 

"It's the time you're that peaceful… it's mesmerizing, yeah you are."