Loving The Reactions To My Yunho Drabbles. Especially Ones Like This

Loving the reactions to my yunho drabbles. Especially ones like this😂

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Hehe he’s so cute! I love the ending

Right In Front Of You - Stray Kids Bang Chan

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Who: SKZ Bang Chan × reader. reader's gender not specified, reader has a vagina

What: 🔞⛔️smut. @skzseasons entry for Oopsie June event. You and Chan have been friends for a while, but all of that is about to change when you accidentally send him some photos which were far more appropriate for the likes of your umpteenth online date.

Word count: 6,250

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It was a genuine slip when you mis-tapped and instead of your online date, you sent the photo to Chan. You had just been on a promising evening out with a guy you'd met online, ready for a stress-busting fling and nothing more, but also wanting it to last more than one night so you held out on the fun stuff. Didn't mean that you couldn't build up anticipation and tease though.

Scrolling through your phone for good bait, you came across a mini-photoshoot you had done for yourself in your most confidence-boosting lingerie on a drunken evening last week. A few of the photos had even ended up with your bra off and your nipples playing peek-a-boo between your fingers. Still buzzed from the cocktails earlier, it seemed like a good idea to pick some of those photos to send. Your fuzzy mind didn't register that you had picked the wrong chat, and you blissfully dozed off shortly after.

Chan was still in the studio with Jisung when his phone vibrated with the notification from you. Idiot that he was, he hadn't changed his notifications not to display thumbnails of pictures he was sent.

"Holy shit hyung! You've been hiding out on us! Why didn't you tell us that you had a "special friend"?" Jisung screeched, bolting upright and nearly knocking their cups of coffee over.

"What are you talking about," Chan scrambled for his phone with genuine confusion, nearly dropping it. He pulled up the latest notification and his eyes went as wide as dinner plates. There you were, in lacy, see-through panties and nothing more, wearing a cute, winky smile and only your hands covering your chest, not even very well.

"Who is that? Looks really hot!" Jisung said as he tried to peer over Chan's shoulder at the photo but earned himself a hard shove in the process.

"That's no one, it's one of those spam messages again," Chan lied unconvincingly. "Didn't you, uh, didn't you get the same one last week?"

"Pshhh, mine didn't look like that!"

"Well then you're just unlucky. Get out."

"What? Why?!" Jisung yelped.

"We're done for tonight, I'll finish this later and run it by you," Chan ushered the younger out the door quickly.

"Fine, I'll confirm who's coming from the guest list for the album wrap party then," Jisung huffed.

When the door shut behind his teammate, Chan remained upright, taking out his phone again immediately. Somehow the message was still there and hadn't been deleted. He hadn't even noticed that there was a caption: "Can't wait for you to play with me tomorrow night ;)"

Chan's blood suddenly rushed in his ears. The album wrap party was tomorrow. But how could you possibly imply what he thought you were implying? You and Chan had been friends for nearly a year. Sure, maybe there had been a little bit of flirting but neither of you had done anything about it. Chan never had enough time and you were always dating someone. He stared at your photo until he felt himself stir in his sweatpants. Fucking great. Now he was going to have to face you tomorrow with this image of you burned into his brain..

Needless to say, Chan slept even less than usual that night.

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You woke up around noon the next day, on the tail end of your confidence high from last night and giddy to find out what your date's reaction to your photo was.

You opened up your messages but after your "good night" one thanking you for a nice time there was nothing else from your date. Hold on... where was your photo that you had sent to him? You were sure you had sent it, scrolling up and down through the conversation but it was nowhere to be found. Maybe your Internet had flaked out and it hadn't sent? Maybe your WiFi had gone down during the night, you had no messages from Chan either, and he always messaged you good morning, chatting about what he was doing that day.

You opened up your chat with Chan and your breath caught in your throat. Your daring, smiley naked photo was right there, staring back at you with all the confidence you had last night. And the message had been read. Your mind drew a blank for a good thirty seconds.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Right.

So it could just be Chan being too busy and marking his messages as read? No, he never did that to you. Only to less important people like HR. Maybe he just clicked the conversation but didn't actually look? Wouldn't that account for the lack of a response?

Your explanations were sounding more pathetic to you with each one until the only thing you could bear to do was delete the photo. You intended never to acknowledge that you had sent it to Chan, and if he pressed you, you would say that your phone had a virus and the picture was fake. Yes, that should do it.

You did your best to obliterate any doubts and fears from your mind as you went about getting ready for the day, but all too quickly your phone buzzed with several messages and a call. With your heart hammering in your chest you glanced at the screen, a sigh of relief slumping your shoulders when you realised it was Jisung.

"Hello," you answered.

"Dude!! I'm in deep shit!" Jisung's voice blared on the other end of the line. "Please tell me you're free tonight, please!"

"Depends what for, what is it?"

"Our album wrap party is tonight and I was in charge of the guest list, but idiot that I am, I just assumed you knew so I didn't think to tell you."

"Now I'm hurt, Jisung," you joked. "Why would you ever leave me out of anything that includes new music and alcohol?"

"Don't be like this, come on! You know you're always the first one we call. Please tell me you can come, otherwise Chan-hyung will kill me!"

"Oooh, I'm not so sure about that," you squinted. "He might be relieved not to have to deal with my loud ass in front of people." You were vaguely hoping you could somehow get out of going to the party wirhout having to lie and make things up because you were so frazzled that you didn't think you would be able to come up with anything convincing. Equally, the idea of facing Chan so soon (or at all really) after what you sent and without knowing whether he saw it seemed simply insurmountable at the moment.

"That's bullshit, you know he gets a laugh off of you being tipsy, you're adorable," Jisung chuckled. "Look, if Chan-hyung doesn't kill me, Minho-hyung one hundred percent will kill me because he's the one who actually put me in charge of the guest list!"

"Oh? Right..." You tsked. Jisung had a point, Minho was frightening when it came to unfinished tasks he set.

"Fine, but I'm only staying for champagne, Jisung."

"Thank you so much, you've legit saved me! See you there!"

Jisung hung up excitedly, chucking his phone on his bed as he headed for the bathroom to start getting ready. As the resident high-maintenance diva he could easily take a couple of hours. He found the door locked, however.

"I need to get in there, who's in there," he yelled.

"Ah! Uh.. It-it's me, um," Chan's stutter was muffled through the door.

"Hurry up, hyung, I gotta get ready!"

"Why, what time is it," Chan yelled back.

"Two."

For fuck's sake, Chan muttered under his breath, hoping to whoever would listen that Jising hadn't heard anything before he knocked and holding on to the waistband of his sweatpants with one hand.

"The party isn't for, like, four hours, do you really need to get ready now?"

"You know I like to get my hair just right, hyung, now hurry up," Jisung whined.

Shutting his eyes and biting his tongue to stop from swearing, Chan answered "Fine, I'll be out in a minute."

He waited for Jisung's footsteps to grow quieter until he couldn't hear them anymore, and then took his hard cock back out of his pants, stroking from base to tip and biting his lip at the sensation.

Even though they each lived in their own rooms now, the no-locked-door policy that was meant to prevent them getting too isolated was certainly a pain for Chan when he wanted to do one of the few things that helped with stress which was to jack off in peace. Jisung had definitely killed his vibe but Chan's body was not so quick to yield, his cock still hard and a heaviness setting in his balls.

Chan would have to be quick but he was never one to cum fast. As he stroked himself he wondered how he could make things go quicker...

His phone was in his pocket still, and Chan reached for it, unlocking it while his prim and proper side screamed at him about how wrong what he was intending to do was. He had seen earlier that you deleted the pictures you sent him from the chat, but they had already been saved into his gallery since last night.

Over the course of the dark hours, Chan had re-evaluated his entire perception of you. He'd been too respectful to ogle you before, but with nothing but time as sleep evaded him, his mind drifted to the realisation that your way of dressing had been changing recently. Much more form fitting and revealing which seemed to always happen when he was around. Not to mention how quick you had become to drop anything you might have been doing with whoever you were dating whenever Chan let you know he had time to hang out. And you always seemed to need help lifting something or other these days, bending over to pick things up and then complaining until Chan would come over to cover your hands with his, taking over from you. God only knew how hard it had been for Chan not to stare at your ass during those times.

Your pictures were the last straw, really. Chan had a big, inconvenient crush on you but his dick only cared about how fucking good you looked winking at him in the photo he was staring at, your chest bare and your fingers toying with your nipples. And his brain was only filled with images of how good you would look sucking his cock, how good you would feel wrapped around him when he slipped inside you, how lovely you would sound moaning for him as he fucked you and kissed you and played with your nipples and...

"Oh fuuuck...," Chan spilled over his hand with a bitten back moan, his head swirling in ecstasy. His breath whooshed out of him all at once and he found himself gasping, suddenly overwhelmed due to cumming unexpectedly quickly and unexpectedly hard. He slumped onto the toilet seat, staring at his sticky hand and the floor as the guilt came back and he was panicking about how he would make it through tonight.

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You hadn't dressed up on purpose, you really hadn't. You really hadn't thought about putting on your most flattering jeans and your risqué top, you just grabbed the first things you had seen. The result was still the same, however, and when Jisung opened the door for you, his mouth didn't close for at least ten seconds.

"Okay what the fuck... How did I not know you were so hot??"

"Thanks Jisung," you laughed, scratching the back of your neck sheepishly. "Can I come in?"

"Oh yeah, sure, sure, sorry, go on in," Jisung was tripping over himself as he opened the door wider for you and ushered you to the main area of the large apartment they lived in. The open kitchen and living room had a few banners and posters from the new release and the kitchen bar countertype was generously lined with wine, beer and spirits.

You bolted straight for the drinks before you even greeted anyone, unable to handle the possibility of Chan being the first one. You grabbed the first bottle of spirits you came near, wrestling with the cap.

"Bit rude to not greet the hosts, don't you think?"

Minho appeared beside you, drink in hand and eyebrow raised.

"I'm so sorry, I was just shy," you lied. "I don't know your other friends and I was hoping someone might introduce me."

Minho helped you open the bottle you were struggling with and set about filling your glass.

"Sorry, I don't feel like babysitting tonight," Minho said bluntly with a grin. "But since you're Chan's guest, technically, he should be doing the introductions. As soon as he can pick up his jaw off the floor."

"What are you talking about," you frowned in confusion. Minho handed you the glass and wrapped one arm around your shoulder, turning you slightly to avoid pointing openly. You scanned the people in front of you and noticed Chan sitting on the sofa, seemingly completely spaced out from a conversation with a staff member and was zoning out with his eyes fixed to your hips. He didn't even notice you looking at him.

"What's with him," you whispered to Minho.

"Have you SEEN yourself tonight," he laughed quietly, eyes scanning you up and down openly to reinforce his point. 

"Yeah, so what? Chan doesn't drool over people like that."

"True, he doesn't normally. But he does he wants to fuck their brains out."

"Minho!!" You shrieked and Chan was startled, finally noticing you properly and immediately turning away, pretending to be suddenly interested in the conversation with the staff member.

Minho laughed evilly. "You don't believe me? Watch this."

He reached over and trailed his fingers up over your arm, then lightly caressed the side of your face, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You watched Chan through this and whatever he had been saying stopped mid-sentence as his eyes were glued to you and Minho.

"Told you so," Minho said quietly next to your ear then tugged you towards Chan with him.

"Wait, you can't make me talk to him now," you whisper-shrieked but were forced to follow anyway.

"Hey hyung, Y/N is here. You should do some introductions."

Minho then promptly turned on his heel and walked off. You glared angrily at him before you remembered your senses and tried to get a grip on yourself.

"Hey, Chan... Congratulations on the new album," you put on your most convincing smile as you clutched your glass in your hands, starting to take frequent sips.

"Oh yeah, thanks, thanks. It's really good to uh, be able to celebrate it," Chan smiled graciously, fidgeting in his seat the way he normally did. "Um, this is my friend Y/N, hyung," he introduced you to the staff member and you exchanged pleasantries. You were only half-paying attention as your eyes slid down Chan's neck to the generous open collared shirt he was wearing, his upper chest exposed and the sleeves rolled up on his forearms. You noticed the abnormally fast pulsing at the side of his neck. He was very nervous.

After bowing respectfully, you excused yourself to the bathroom. You just needed a minute to collect yourself and come up with a game plan. Said plan was thwarted before its inception, however, by Felix and Hyunjin as they turned up the music and announced that they would give everyone a preview of the choreography for the title track.

The guests cleared a space in the middle of the large living room and you were forced to join the cheering as Felix, Minho and Hyunjin showed off their moves while Changbin rapped the verse. The little showcase continued with Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin then picking up mics and singing one of the ballads on the new album. Jisung was listing thanks and tributes in between lines and forcing people to dance. People awkwardly broke off into couples to slow-dance and you pointedly avoided looking in Chan's direction at all.

"You shouldn't be such a spoilsport, it's a party in our honor." You heard Minho's voice from beside you and turned to face his smug expression. He extended his hand to you melodramatically and you took it, allowing him to lead you towards the middle of the makeshift dance floor. He placed one hand on your waist and held on to your other hand, moving your fingers so they were on top.

"Is he watching," Minho asked without moving his eyes away from you. "Behind me, next to the speakers."

You tried to look around as inconspicuously as possible and sure enough, there Chan was, leaning against the wall by the speakers with his arms crossed and fists clenched, staring daggers into the back of Minho's head.

"What's going on, Minho? What to do you know and why is Chan being like this?"

"I wasn't sure, it was just a theory but it's been proven true tonight," Minho smiled and swayed you along to the music. "Chan-hyung has it so bad for you that if you do nothing about it tonight, I'm gonna have to deal with an even more sleepless, even more stressed version of him for the entire upcoming promotion period."

"Why now? We've been friends for a while and he's never been like this, what could have changed," you asked, knowing fully well that it was because of the picture you sent him.

"He's always been protective but I've seen him basically drooling over you that many times that it was clear he's attracted to you. He's never talked about it so my guess is that he must have suddenly seen you in a different light and is gathering the courage to do something about it."

Minho was scarily perceptive and you suddenly felt the full weight of the guilt over putting Chan through a charade. You let go of Minho's hand and stopped dancing.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I do know what's changed. I'll go and talk to Chan."

Minho smiled and ruffled your hair playfully. "Go get him, tiger."

Just as you turned to look for Chan, you noticed him lean off the wall abruptly and dart off down the hallway which led to one of the bathrooms and his room. You went after him, hoping to catch him before he locked himself somewhere. As you rounded the corned you saw him opening the door to his room and you ran after him, catching the door before it closed.

"Chan, wait. I need to ask you something. Can I come in?"

He looked around sheepishly, trying his best to control his tense expression.

"Oh yeah, um... Sure, come on in."

You walked into his room and closed the door behind you. Your friend was standing in the middle of the room stiffly, arms crossed and not meeting your eyes. This was it. You had to make things right.

"Chan, look... I'm really sorry for upsetting you. I never meant for this to happen. I'm so embarrassed, you were never meant to see that."

Chan bit on the inside of his cheek, not concealing his anger anymore.

"Is that why you've been flirting with Minho right in front of me all evening? You didn't seem very concerned about people not seeing that. Or did Minho put you up to it? I know he gets off on some unconventional stuff, I wouldn't put it past him to tell you to send those pictures to me first before sending them to him. I would just like to not be included in that, thank you very much." Chan's tone got louder and stiffer towards the end and he stepped towards you, trying to get you out of his room.

"Wait, you think this had to do with Minho? No, no, no! You've got this all wrong!"

"Have I? Enlighten me then," Chan scoffed and remained where he was in front of you.

"Those pictures were intended for that online date I told you about the other week! I was sending them right before I went to sleep, I must have misclicked because your names are next to each other in my contacts. I didn't notice until the next morning, as soon as I did I deleted them, but I know you probably already saw them...," you trailed off unconfidently, looking at your hands as you fidgeted.

Chan's expression remained displeased.

"So then what was all that with Minho out there?"

You huffed in exasperation.

"I have no idea, he doesn't know anything about the pictures but he had it in his head that you... That you liked me, I guess? Well, he used worse words than that. So he was proving his own theory."

Chan's whole stance changed. When it came to one of Minho's hunches, there was no kidding around. Especially since in this case it had been correct and Chan suddenly felt stupid for having been so obvious.

"Did you... Did you actually see the pictures?" You voice was small and unsure.

"I did."

"Oh god..." Having clear confirmation that he actually had seen them made you feel very exposed and you hunched slightly, covering your face with your hands.

"Oh hey, come on, don't be embarrassed," Chan's face softened and he reached out a hand to place on your shoulder. "Even if they weren't for me, they were great pictures."

You looked up from behind your hands.

"They were?"

"Yeah, I mean... There aren't many other ways to say this but you're really hot," Chan smiled awkwardly.

That got you to smile and you tapped him on the chest. "Stop, I don't believe you!"

"Well now this is really embarrassing for me, but it's true. Whatever that bastard Minho was seeing is true. It's really hard to ignore you when you look like that," Chan motioned up and down to mean your outfit.

"Does it feel weird to know what's underneath," you asked.

"I wouldn't call it weird but difficult for sure."

"Why is that?"

"Because...," Chan trailed off tensely. "Because it's really hard not to think about it. And to be in a room with you and pretend I'm not thinking about it."

You swallowed thickly. This was it.

"Sometimes it's hard for me to be in a room with you and not think about things too."

"Oh..." His warm eyes finally met yours and held on. So what he'd been thinking was true - your change in style, your sudden need for having help from him with random things.

You let your hands drop in front of you, trying to stop fidgeting. Chan took them in his big warm ones and despite the pounding in his chest, he drew you in to him, wrapping his arms around you like he had done many times before.

"It's hard to just stop here this time," he whispered with his face in your hair.

"Me too," you said as you parted but he wasn't letting you go just yet.

It was simultaneous, the way you both leaned in again and met each other's lips. The feel of Chan's warmth and his sculpted body pressing against yours had you releasing a tiny moan against his lips.

Encouraged by it, he gently traced his tongue between your lips and you opened up for him, deepening the kiss and he pulled you even closer. His hands caressed you, one settling at your waist and the other sliding up your spine to cradle the back of your head. Your own hands were on his chest, feeling the hard muscle and his heart racing underneath. Almost unconsciously, you reached for the buttons on his shirt and popped the first two open.

"Mmm... What are you doing," Chan murmured in between kisses.

"I just want to feel you," you said as you dipped down to kiss his neck. "I want you. Please?"

"You know this is too fast, and the party is still going on out there," Chan said with laboured breaths, making no move to stop you.

"I know but I don't have it in me to care," you whispered against his skin and placed open kissed down the column of his throat and down towards his chest.

With a sigh Chan reached behind you and locked the door. He let you walk him backwards to his bed until his calves pressed against it and he sat down, taking you with him into his lap. You continued kissing and suckling lightly at his neck as your fingers quickly undid all the buttons and you opened his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders. He leaned back on his elbows, exposed as he watched your eyes appreciatively slide up his torso.

"Makes me want to have some pictures of you now," you murmured with a smile which Chan matched as he pushed his shirt off the bed and reached for your top. He made quick work of it and was pulling it off you in seconds.

"That had some complicated fastenings, how did you know how to undo it," you asked as his fingers slid over the bare skin of your back.

"When you were dancing with Minho, all I was imagining was that it was my hands leading you and how I would undress you," Chan said quietly, looking up at you with something simmering in his eyes. He pulled you in for another kiss, bringing your body flush with his. It felt so good to be pressed skin to skin that you hummed into the kiss.

You were straddling Chan and couldn't help but notice him hardening up beneath you. You moved lower onto his lap and you both rolled your hips into each other, testing the friction.

Chan took a deep breath, shutting his eyes tightly for a moment as he processed the sensation and the next thing you knew was him sitting up and pressing you into the mattress, his body cradling yours from the side. His fingers trailed over your skin nervously as he rounded the side of your ribs and continued upwards, cupping and caressing and making you arch your back instinctively into him.

"I admit it's flattering that you're impatient," he whispered from behind you and you could hear his smile. His fingers dipped down to play with the button on your jeans, letting it out easily and sneaking underneath the denim.

You shifted in his arms when you felt his fingertips dip beneath the waistband of your underwear.

"Do you not want me to? We can stop," he spoke quietly, sensing your shift.

"On the contrary. This is just like... When I sent you the photos I thought you would never look at me the way I wanted you to," the words left you in a rush.

"Why would you think that? Who doesn't love getting gorgeous pictures of a gorgeous person they have a crush on," Chan asked in between kisses dropped to your neck. You laughed breathily, still hazy in the bliss of finally being in his arms like this.

"That last part I didn't know about. Please, touch me," you whined, bucking your hips into Chan's hand which had stopped its descent to your folds.

Chan dipped his fingers lower, finally coming into contact with softness and wetness and he trailed his fingers over it as he kissed right underneath your ear. He focused his attention on your clit, starting slow and increasing the pressure a little when you moaned once, twice and then rose in pitch.

"I bet you'll taste delicious, let me make this easier," he said as he withdrew his hand from your jeans and helped you slide them off along with your underwear and leaving you bare on his bed. You latched onto his belt, not letting him proceed without levelling the playing field and he was left in just his boxers. You moved down his body so that you faced his cock and you laid kisses over it through the fabric. Meanwhile Chan tucked his head between your thighs, holding one up to open you up for his attention.

You felt him part your lips a little with his fingers and his tongue trailed in between slowly. You hummed and shiveredas he settled for licking and teasing your clit with light strokes.

Remembering your intentions, you pulled Chan's boxers down enough to free his cock, unable to stop the little "oooh" that made its way out in reaction to it.

"See anything you like, baby?"

Okay no. That should not be legal, Chan asking you that question in that low tone, a hair's breadth away from your clit. Your response was a very enthusiastic "mmmm" as you dipped down to taste him, running your tongue up the length of his cock and feeling it harden even more. Not to be outdone, Chan wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking gently, fingers moving down as he slipped one inside you experimentally.

The result was you moaning right against his balls as you took turns sucking each one into your mouth. From the way Chan pushed his hips forward, that was definitely a plus. Your tongue found the sensitive spot right underneath the flared head of his cock and you applied pressure there, using the texture of your tongue to tease him. The broken moan that tore from Chan's chest made your head spin.

He eased a second finger into you, meeting very little resistance with how absolutely soaked you were, and in return you opened your mouth to take Chan in properly. He withdrew from you to take a peek at the view, and it was every bit as thrilling as he'd imagined it. Your lips stretched around his cock made it a feat for him not to thrust into your mouth and it made him want to please you more. He dove into your folds, increasing the pace with his fingers and tongue and experimenting with the depth and force of his strokes until he had your hips shifting and your thighs tensing, unconsciously asking for more.

You found a rhythm with your mouth and hands over Chan's cock, using both hands to stroke him and play with his balls. You pressed down on the root of his cock, feeling the muscle strain and Chan groaned louder.

"That-that feels too good, I don't wanna cum yet," he nearly begged.

"We can do other things," you teased as you pulled up off his dick, coaxing him to move so you could finally get rid of his boxers.

When he kicked them off, he grabbed you and took you down with him, chuckling quietly as he laid you over his body, fitting himself between your thighs. His cock brushed against you, slippery and warm as you were and you could have cum on the spot from the way he looked underneath you, biting his full lip and looking at you wantonly.

You kissed him hungrily, steadying yourself atop him and he guided his cock to your entrance. Mid-kiss, just like that he slipped into you and you gasped loudly at the stretch. He shut his eyes, moaning so beautifully for you as he guided your hips to fully sit on him and he fitted all of himself inside you.

It felt so natural to grind on him like his hands were urging you to, the friction and fullness taking your breath away. Chan's hands were restless, leaving your hips and caressing up your back and over your chest as he helped you thrust from below.

"You feel so fucking good," you told him brokenly, head fuzzy from the realisation that not only was this actually happening but it was so good that you could feel the tension in your abdomen already mounting.

"You like it, baby?" He said softly but his voice was unmistakably tense with lust.

"Does it all fit, Channie?" Your own register surprised you. It wasn't often that someone could make you whine like that.

"Let's see," Chan teased as he helped you sit upright and thrust up from below, buring every single inch of his dick inside your heat. "Fits just right," he said as he let go of your hip and moved to thumb at your clit.

Having him so deep was driving you crazy and you braced your knees into the mattress, gaining back some leverage to thrust onto him. The change in angle had him hitting your most sensitive spot and you got louder, prompting Chan to pull you down over him to kiss you and swallow your noises.

"I want to make you cum baby but we still need to be quiet," he murmured against your lips as his fingers returned to your clit.

"Channie, fuck! I'm so close, just like that!"

Hearing you say that and feeling your walls tighten around him made Chan aware of how close he was himself and he grunted, fucking into you harder. His length was dragging right against your favourite spot and the added fullness of him had you biting on his shoulder to keep your noises down.

"I'm not gonna last long either, fuck... Where... Where do you want me to..."

"Fill me up, I want you to cum inside me, please!"

Feeling his cock grow that little bit harder within your walls, Chan let out a helpless moan.

"You'll be good for me, yeah? You'll take it all," he nearly growled and you nodded frantically, pulling at his wrist so that he wouldn't stop massaging your clit.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he warned and then next moment you felt him twitch inside you. The small movement tapped into some part of you where it just felt right and you felt the pressure peak to a pinpoint inside you, your walls starting to pulse around Chan's cock.

He was gorgeous as he started cumming too, the hand that was on your clit finding yours and grabbing it tightly as he thrust roughly into you, emptying himself in bursts. Your orgasm washed over you in a wave of relief and Chan didn't let you go until he was fully spent.

He laid you down next to him, slipping out of you carefully and you rested your head against his, staring at the ceiling as you both caught your breaths. Chan reached over to give you some tissues to clean up with. Once that was done, you both rolled over to face each other, still enjoying the afterglow.

"This was amazing," you said, your voice slightly hoarse now from biting back your moans.

"It absolutely was," Chan seconded, his eyes growing heavy. He hadn't slept last night, wired and dreading this evening and the explosion of endorphins had him on the precipice of sleep now that he felt safe with you.

"Someone should really go back to the party," you sighed reluctantly.

"Oh," Chan hummed, eyes already closed and lips barely following.

"It's okay Chan, I'll go back. I'll let you sleep and I'll give you a call tomorrow, okay?"

"Mmhmm." Chan was pretty much asleep already. You laughed to yourself at how cute he could be.

You rose from his bed and looked for your clothes, redressing yourself quickly. You leaned over Chan's sleeping form and kissed his pouty lips, smiling at him returning your kiss a little. There would be time to talk this out in the morning.

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You tried your best to look nonchalant as you came back into the living room with your glass and went about refilling it. One more drink, congratulate the boys again and then you would excuse yourself for the night.

"Y/N! Having fun?"

Jisung skipped over to you, clearly tipsy.

"Yeah, I'm good, Jisung."

"Where's Chan-hyung," Jisung asked, looking over your shoulder as if you were hiding him there.

"I'm not sure, bathroom maybe?"

"Again? He was in there for a while earlier today, I hope he's not got, you know..." Jising motioned in a way that left little up for interpretation.

"I'm sure he's fine," you laughed, clutching your glass and simultaneously moving closer to the front corridor.

You said your congratulations and goodbyes to the boys as you saw them, content to finally be able to leave.

"Going so soon?"Minho's drawl stopped you on your way to the front door. "I hope you didn't break him," he eyed you suspiciously.

"I don't think so, I think he'll be just fine. I actually got him to sleep."

"Wow," Minho's expression relaxed. "Anyone who can do that is automatically impressive to me."

You smiled back at him.

"Just... Be patient with him, okay?"

You weren't sure why Minho would say that but you nodded anyway, letting him walk you to the door. You watched him wave as you left and he closed it behind you.

You took in the crisp evening air as you walked towards the taxi point and your phone buzzed with a notification. You opened it to find a selfie of Chan in almost the same position as you'd left him, eyes heavy with sleep but there was a smile playing on his lips. He was still naked; chest, abs and the tantalising dips of his hipbones on display. Whoever passed you by would have surely thought you were an idiot, smiling at your phone with your hand clapped over your mouth.