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Pain Killer

bang chan x reader

word count: 3.0k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: NO USE OF ACTUAL DRUGS/PAIN KILLERS. friends to lovers, reader is depressed, masturbation, use of toys, soft dom!chan, pet name: angel, unprotected sex (no no), dirty talk, like a little touch of a breeding kink, a lil bit of corruption, mutual feelings. if i missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: all you need is something to numb the pain.

kofi request: reader is going through a depressive moment & they proceed to have desperate, angsty, needy sex where member "fucks the pain away".

a/n: this was very cathartic to write tbh, so thank you sm to the person who requested it. it helped me to write it.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents bang chan as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess, @hugs4chan, @stranger-thighs, @beautifulcolorgarden, @scottmcallisdaddy, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @raspbinniecreme, @humayraaaaa

The moment your bedroom door closed, you sunk to the ground, back flush against it as you bring your knees to your chest. Head cradled by your hands, you listen to the swishing of your ceiling fan, letting the noise soothe you. In the peace you found, the tears you’ve held back all day break free. They’re cool compared to the heat of your face, rolling down your cheeks and puddling in your hands.

There was a sadness in your chest that was so painful and deep that it seemed impossible to cut out. Everything has just felt extra hard lately; you miss your family, classes seem more difficult than usual, friends are hurting your feelings. It hurt. It hurt so much that your body felt weak, head heavy as you tried to contain all your emotions. 

Your sobs became heavy; deep breaths and soft hiccups as you let the sadness consume you, finally breaking down. The release felt good — like you were dumping out all of the negative emotions and making space for new, brighter ones. 

But, will positive feelings fill that void? Or will the dark, spikey emotions waltz back into you and cut even deeper than before? Something needs to fill it; like a painkiller for your emotions, fighting away the hurt before it can fester and grow.

You pull yourself up, slowly stripping out of your clothes and letting them pile at the door. Sluggishly, you drag yourself to the attached bathroom and turn on your shower. 

What could you use to kill the pain? 

Unable to stand, you sit in the tub right under the shower head, hard droplets silenced as they bounce off your skin. Silently, you stare at the wall, tears mixing with the water as you silently weigh your options. Things to do to numb yourself. To rid yourself of this never ending pain.

What could you do to kill the pain?

The water turns cold when you finally work up the strength to turn it off. You find the fluffiest towel you own, wrapping yourself up. You hold it up higher, burying your face in dark fabric. Listening to your breathing. Bringing yourself back down to earth.

Do you stand in your cocoon for minutes? Hours? The droplets on your legs have dried; goosebumps decorating your exposed skin as the cold air twirls around your body. Slowly, you peel the towel off, folding it neatly and placing it on your counter. 

Maybe what you need is to forget about everything. Empty your brain, clear your senses and give your body a restart. Before you can really process those thoughts, you begin to search through your bedside table, only stopping with your fingertips brush against the silk bag.

It’s like just the touch of the bag gives you a fresh wave of energy; quickly shutting your blinds and turning off your lights in favor of the warm glow of your tea candles. You make your bed, fluffing the many pillows that live there as if you’re not about to make a mess of them. Sitting against the headboard with your knees to your chest, you finally open the little bag.

The wand feels heavy in your hands, legs clenching in anticipation of its touch. While easily your most expensive, not to mention prettiest, toy, it rarely left the bag. It wasn’t something you wanted to use often, wanting to save it for days that you really, really needed it.

Today was one of those days.

Knees still hiked up, you spread your legs. Placing the wand on the bed, a hand slowly creeps down your body. First it lands on your breast, back arching slightly as you tease the nipple. Your breathing deepens as the warm pleasure begins to wash over you. Deciding to pay extra attention to your chest, the other hand slides in between your legs.

Just a few moments of teasing was enough to make your core slick, fingertips gliding easily through your folds. Your eyes flutter shut as you play with yourself, familiar images dancing behind your eyelids as you immerse yourself in thoughts you usually don’t dare to humor. Thoughts of him. Of his hands. Of the muscles that flex under the tight material of his shirts. Of the way his thighs look when he wears those stupid grey sweatpants-

Your fingers aren’t enough. Without opening your eyes, you pat the bed in search of the wand. The cool metal handle meets your palm, and you shakily turn it on. Skipping the lower settings and heading straight for the higher pressures, you resume the motions you were making with your fingers. The vibrations make your legs shake, the feeling crawling up your spine and leaving first in its wake.

He’s just so nice. Always so gentle with you; it’s clear he genuinely cares about you. Maybe not in more than a friendly way, but it’s when you let yourself divulge in your guilty little fantasy that you wonder how he would care for you in a not-so-friendly way. Would he be gentle with you, like he always is? Soft kisses and touches, slow, languid thrusts while his lips stay connected to yours-

-or would he treat you a little rougher? Would he grab you hard enough to leave bruises? Would he whisper his most filthy, perverted desires in your ear as he takes you from behind? 

Your mind wanders with all of the things he could do to you. All the things he could make you do. When you think hard enough, it’s almost like your hands aren’t yours, but his. Touching you. Feeling you. Claiming you as his.

The center of your body feels like it’s on fire, an explosion happening between your legs as you release all over your bed. Eyes shooting open, you stare at the ceiling as your high finally ends, breathes heavy and full. Fuck, did you really cum to the thought of him? Again? Shame washes over you, and the voids that were once filled with pleasure are now emptying quickly. Fuck, what were you thinking? Why did you-

There are three rapid knocks to your door, followed by knob rattling like someone was trying to open it. “Hey, why is your door locked?”

You don’t remember doing so, but given your current position, you’re glad you did. The last thing you wanted was for your roommate to find you like this.

Throwing an oversized shirt on, you crack the door open just enough that Chan can see you. “Usually people wait for an invitation before they try to enter a room.”

He flashes you a perfect smile, which just makes you feel more shameful. It’s the same smile you picture when you think of him between your- “Sorry. Think you can forgive me?”

You playfully roll your eyes, giving him a shrug. “I guess.”

“I just have a quick question and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“Sure.”

“I know it’s my night to order take out, but can we push it to tomorrow? I know it’s super last minute, but I have a date tonight and-“

His mouth is moving but you can’t hear anything over the shattering of your heart. There’s so much joy in his eyes, an excited smile as he tells you all about this person, but all you can think about is how fucking badly your chest hurts. The pain is throbbing, shards of glass stuck in the place where your heart should be. The void you desperately tried to fill was suddenly full, but of something that brought an immense amount of agony. You could cripple over right here, fall on the ground and sob. It’s far too much.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You say, cutting Chan off mid sentence, no longer able to listen to him gush over this person.

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Are you okay?”

“So okay.”

“Come on, don’t lie to me-“

“Who said it’s a lie, Chan?” Your eyes sting with tears, everything inside you screaming to keep it all in. 

You watch Chan’s face from one of shock and confusion to concern. He steps forward, reaching a hand out to you. An offer. Take it, and he’ll do all he can to make you feel better. That’s what he’s always done, right? Take care of you?

But you step back, away from his hand and his comfort. You didn’t deserve his comfort, not after what you thought about while touching yourself. Not when he wasn’t yours.

Defeatedly, Chan moves his hand and runs it through his hair. “Okay. Yeah. Listen, I won't push you to talk about anything with me.” His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. “But I know things have been really rough lately, and I just need to know that you’re going to be alright.”

Keeping it in is no longer an option, the fresh tears breaking free. You bring your hands to your face, aggressively trying to wipe them away. Unable to speak, you just shake your head. You feel his arms wrap around you, a hand on the back of your head as he pulls you into him. 

You bury your head in his chest, inhaling his scent as you attempt to compose yourself. Everything comes spilling out of you at once; pain, guilt, sadness, finally safe in Chan’s hold. Fingers rake through your hair, untangling every knot with the soothing motion. He tilts you back and forth, basically rocking you, content with waiting until you’re ready to break free.

“‘m sorry.” Your apology is muffled against his chest, shirt damp with tears. “I’m not okay.”

“Shh. It’s alright. You don’t have to be.” Chan untangles his fingers from your hair, pushing the door open fully. “Come on, angel, let’s get you in bed, hm? Then we can figure something out.”

The nickname, which started out as a joke between the two of you, warms your chest. It’s like a little reminder that he always genuinely cares for you, so purely and kindly. Chan grabs your wrist, walking you to your bed-

Oh.

Oh no.

“Wait. No, I-I actually want to be alone, Chan-“

But it’s too late. Your roommate is frozen on the side of your bed, eyes focused on the large wet spot and discarded want. God, you want to shrink into your skin and hide. It’s even worse knowing that all you could think of when you came was him, and now he was here, staring at the aftermath of your shame.

“This is, uh,” he clears his throat “why your door was locked.”

You lean against the wall, holding your head in your hands. A scream is building in your throat, the embarrassment almost too much to bear. Neither of you are looking at each other, but you nod your head anyway. If you open your mouth, you’re going to scream.

“Did it help?” His voice is soft but rough, like his mouth is drying out.

That question makes you drop your arms in frustration. How do you even begin to answer it? Why does it matter? “Kind of.” You say, settling on an answer.

A silence fills the room, and you feel yourself sinking more. The small bit of guilt you felt before has intensified, completely consumed by the feeling. You’re going to have to move out of the apartment. Maybe out of the city. Maybe you can change your name and pretend you never knew Chan, pushing him out of your mind.

“Let me try.”

The words hit you like a train, knocking you further against the wall. Pinching your thigh, you prove to yourself that this isn’t a fantasy — this is your reality. Your roommate, who you have been hopelessly head over heels for for as long as you can remember, is offering assistance. Offering relief.

“How?”

You watch as Chan kneels on the bed, picking up the toy. He rolls it in his hand, inspecting the head of it, before turning to look at you for the first time since entering your room. There’s a look in his eyes that no one has ever given you before; it’s deeper than desperation, it’s raw and animalistic. A need that’s like a force, overwhelming and appealing, making you move closer to the bed until you’re within his reach.

“Sit down, and show me.” He doesn’t break eye contact with you the entire time he speaks so you understand.

It’s not a request. It’s a command.

Slowly, you crawl back into bed, returning to the position you were in before. The eye contact doesn’t waver, not even as you spread your legs, pulling your shirt up to expose your bare center. Wordlessly, Chan holds out the wand, offering it to you.

You can say no. You can pretend like this never happened, and everything can go back to normal. Chan will go on his date, and you’ll search endlessly for a way to ease the pain.

You take the toy.

His eyes travel down your body, lingering on your hardened nipples peeking through your shirt before moving lower. When he looks at your cunt, he releases the breath you didn’t know he was holding. His gaze should make you feel pressured, nervous. While you do feel a little shy, the urge to pull down your shirt increases with the length of time he stares, you feel comfortable. Chan has always cared for you before. Why would now be any different?

You repeat every motion from before, down to the speed of the vibrator to the path it takes. Instead of closing your eyes, you watch him. Watch how he sets his lips, how he studies the movements you make. What makes you shake. What makes you whine. 

Right as you bring the head of the toy to your clit, Chan grabs your wrist, stopping you.

“That’s not enough.” His voice is smooth like velvet, a groan building in your throat at the sound alone. Maneuvering your wrist, Chan moves the toy in a different pattern.

He lifts the toy, the vibrations barely hitting your clit as you feel cold fingers run through your folds. “You’re not doing enough, angel.” He speaks over your moans, the pressure of his fingers intense compared to the toy. With ease, he slides his middle finger inside you. “Your pretty little cunt needs more. Doesn’t this feel so much better?”

The pace he takes could be compared to a snail; slow and lazy, but rough. He slams his finger in and out, enjoying the feeling of your walls and the sounds you make as he explores you.

“How long have you been pent up like this?” He brings your wrist down, the vibrations becoming more intense. 

“A while.” You breathe out, eyes fluttering shut.

“Eyes on me when you speak, angel.” His words are clipped, a jolt of fear rushing down your spine as you snap your eyes back open. The smirk he gives you doesn’t help anything, muddying the fear with pleasure. “There’s my good girl.”

The praise makes you clench around his finger, and you watch as his eyes darken even more. The pace of his finger speeds up, a bit more aggressive as he brings the wand closer. He’s only using one finger, why is it making you so dizzy? 

You clutch onto your sheet, legs shaking as the intensity builds. You’re right there, the second orgasm building rapidly. Just a few more thrusts and you’ll be pushed over the edge.

The moment your legs threaten to snap shut, Chan pulls out, pulling your parted lips with the finger that was just inside you.

“Stay still.” He says firmly as he lets go of your wrist, commanding you to keep the vibratior in place. Roughly, he starts pushing his sweats down with one hand, eagerness evident with his speed. “How long have you wanted this?”

Chan pulls the finger out of your mouth, allowing you the freedom to speak once again. “I-I don’t know. A long time. A long time, Chan-“

“Yeah?” He holds his cock to your entrance, teasing your clenching hole. “Does that mean you think about me when you play with yourself?”

You don’t need to answer — the look on your face is enough for him to figure it out. You do, and often.

Chan pushes in without warning, tearing a scream from your trembling lips. “Good. So do I.”

He grabs your hips as he begins to slam into you, head rolling back as he bites his lip. It all feels better than either of you could have imagined; your walls squeeze him beautifully, his cock is felt in your stomach. Like pieces of a puzzle, you fit perfectly together, forming into one.

“I’ve needed you for so-“ slam. “-fucking-“ his hips hit yours. “-long.” He pushes your hips up, positioning you so he can go deeper. “I’m gonna fuck your pain away angel. Crowd that pretty head of yours until all you can do is think about me and how good I make you feel.”

It wouldn’t take much. You were already dizzy, body twitching with oversensitivity as he uses you in the perfect way to make you both feel incredible. All you’ve ever wanted was right in front of you, a fantasy come to life. Your own personal painkiller that only worked for you. Every inch of your body relaxes, the spikes digging into your chest slowly disappear. Once was once too deep to cut out is now nonexistent, stitched up and healed by the feeling of the person you’ve always needed.

Chan leans over you, lips crashing against yours as his thrusts begin to get sloppy. “Wanna take care of you.” He grunts into the messy kiss, moaning as your tongue rubs against his own. “Let me make you mine, my beautiful girl.”

All you’ve ever wanted, spilling his desperate want for you and chanting your name as he cums inside you, filling the aching void in your chest. You break shortly after him, crying out for him as he works you through it, all while whispering “mine, mine, mine.”

Yours. Yours. Yours.

A painkiller. A lover. A friend. The tape holding your heart together.

Yours. Yours. Yours.

©: chvnnie 2022

Heavenly

han jisung x reader x bang chan

word count: 3.1k

genre: smut - MINORS DNI

warnings: mafia au, multiple mentions of blood, mentions of a crime (murder), mentions of an injury, assassin/hitman jisung, switch!jisung (falls into both dom and sub headspace in this fic), sub!reader, dom!chan, a bit of teasing, dirty talk, daddy kink (towards chan), pet name: baby, humiliation/degradation-ish towards jisung, implied reader x other members, implied member x member, nipple play+one slap, choking, oral fixation, unprotected sex, this is just pure filth tbh idk y'all. if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

summary: you're more than a stress relief - you're their heaven.

a/n: i have...many mafia skz thoughts that all play into this universe and i had to get this out. idk i may delete it? but while i have the guts to, i'm posting it now l o l. if we're a fan of mafia skz, lemme know because i have endless content.

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents han jisung or bang chan as people or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

taglist: @lix-ables, @rachalixie, @agustd-essert, @gibbysupremeacyisreal, @katieraven, @miamormi, @woahfruity, @isilentprincess, @hugs4chan, @stranger-thighs, @beautifulcolorgarden, @scottmcallisdaddy, @whatudowhennooneseesyou, @raspbinniecreme, @humayraaaaa

The blood on Jisung's shirt was a little more damp than he expected it to be, the white sleeve turning darker the longer it sat. It dripped off the cuff, falling onto his slacks and seeping through the fabric. He clutches the wheel, eyes narrowed and focused on the yellow lines, trying to calm his breathing.

Fuck, that got out of hand. He wasn’t sure if it was his or the other guy’s, and Jisung didn’t know if he wanted to know. It’s better to be blissfully ignorant, leaving the scene behind him as he keeps an eye on his speed. He doesn’t want to risk getting caught like this. After what he just did.

Jisung prides himself on his work. He’s good at it; clean, quick, efficient. There was no reason tonight should have gotten so out of hand. He was prepared. More prepared than the target was. And yet, here he was, questioning whether or not the cut on his arm needs to be tended to by Seungmin immediately or if he can clean it himself. 

The gates to the mansion are slow to open, teeth digging into his lower lip in impatience. They’re just as slow to close, but he can’t focus on that.

He can’t focus on anything.

His heart is hammering against his chest, ready to bust out. The adrenaline coursed through his veins making his body hot, brown hair sticking to his forehead. Lifting a hand up, he pushed it back, wanting it out of his face and-

Fuck.

The blood.

Luckily the rearview mirror eases his fear; most of the blood is in his hair, not on his skin.

Good. He can’t see you with blood on his face.

The front door slams shut behind him, echoing through the empty entryway. There’s no sign of life — everyone too far into their slumber to notice his arrival. He kicks his boots off, letting them bounce against the white wall and land with a thud.

God, what fucking happened tonight? How could he have fucked up so badly? He’s jittery with anger, heart pounding harder and harder as he climbs the curved staircase. That guy wasn’t supposed to be there — Jisung had watched for weeks preparing for this. It should’ve gone exactly as planned. But it hadn’t, and now he was injured and angry, pent up aggression begging to get out.

He rolls his sleeves up as he approaches the door at the end of the hall, the cut on his forearm throbbing and stinging as the cold air hits it. Slowly turning the knob, he pushes the door open, the moonlight from the hallway windows spilling into the dark bedroom.

Your chest rises up and down slowly, breaths deep and slow with a soft snore falling from your lips. Careful not to disturb you, he sneaks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him before he turns on the light. The blood stains the clear skin, watery and spinning down the drain. Jisung scrubs and scrubs, making sure every inch of his arms and hands are clean before stripping his dress shirt off.

The cut is bad. Nothing that can’t wait, but worse than he thought. Chan would be mad, both about the injury and extra casualties. He can see his disappointed face when he blinks, throbbing heart dropping to his belly. Pushing it to the back of the mind, he exits back into the bedroom, where you’re still fast asleep.

Hair fanning on the silk pillow, you’re a picture of bliss. Relaxed and happy, eyelids twitching with what he hopes are the most wonderful dreams. What’s going on in that head of yours? Were you told where he was going tonight? When he kissed you goodbye, did you worry about him? He hopes not — the last thing he wants is for you to be kept up with thoughts of him not coming home.

Tears sting his eyes, and Jisung presses the heels of his palm to them. He hopes you weren’t, because he was worried enough for the two of you. The thought of never seeing you again plagued him the entire time. His fuck up almost cost him everything and he just can’t bear it.

He sits on the bed next to you, reaching out to stroke your cheek. It doesn’t take long for his touch to stir you awake, sleepy eyes slowly fluttering open. They light up a bit when you realize who’s pulling you out of your slumber.

“Jisung?” You whisper, a slight whine to your voice as you reach out to him.

He quickly collects your hands, bringing them to his lips to kiss them. “Hi, baby. Missed you.”

You smile softly at him, ready to return the sentiment when you notice the cut on his arm. It’s poorly wrapped, the blood seeping through the bandage just slightly. “You’re hurt.”

Eyes flickering down to his cut then back to yours, he’s quick to soothe you. “It’s nothing. Just a little scratch.”

“No.” You say with a shake of your head, sitting up and reaching towards the injury. “You’re bleeding-“

“Don’t worry.” There’s a myriad of feelings clouding his brain; anger with the target, fear of Chan’s disappointment, affection for you while also a deep frustration for himself for making you worry. “I’m really okay.”

There’s a flash of hesitance in your eyes. You don’t believe him, and he doesn’t blame you. Quickly your eyes soften, the way you squeeze his hands easing the tension a bit. “Make sure Minnie looks at it.”

He nods in agreement, already planning on doing so but it reassures you nonetheless. You lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Turning his head, his nose nudges against yours, smiling at the way you hum sleepily.

You make the first move, lips brushing against his. It’s so soft, so loving and sweet. Cupping your cheek, he deepens the kiss just a bit, smiling as you reach out and wrap your arms around his shoulders. Creeping up the nape of his neck, you run your fingers through his hair, scratching just a bit in a way that makes him moan lowly. Your touch feels so heavenly, so comforting after a horrific mission.

The realization hits him right as you scrunch your nose, pulling your hands back slowly. Jisung moves back, trying to grab your wrists before you see it.

“Did you shower?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing as his grip tightens. “Why is your hair wet?”

He regrets taking off his shirt, suddenly needing something to wipe the blood off with. “Let’s go take a bath, hm? Since you’re up-“

“Jisung, what is that?”

“Blood.” His answer is clipped, filled with guilt that he let you touch him like this. “Let’s go clean it off-“

“Who’s?”

He sighs, reaching down for your abandoned sweatpants by the side of the bed. “Remember the guy that Changbin was talking about the other night?”

You nod, staring at him while he focuses on cleaning your hands. “Him?”

“I had too, baby-“

“Good.“

Your response makes him pause. Rarely does he talk about his job with you; not because you’re uncomfortable with it, but out of protection. The less you know about what he does when he disappears in the middle of the night, the better. Slowly, he nods.

“That’s the one who’s been causing trouble for Chan?”

Again, he nods.

“Okay.“

It’s not what he expected, but nothing about this night has gone the way he thought it would. Hands clean of blood, Jisung drops the dirty sweats on the ground. Silence falls between you, both of your eyes focused on the palms of your hands.

“We still need to wash them.”

But that fact is quickly lost by the intensity in which you kiss him, tongue immediately parting his lips and diving in. There’s no time to process what’s happening, Jisung’s body reacting before his brain can. He’s so pent up, so frustrated and dealing with too many feelings to keep his head on straight. He needs to get it out. 

Why not on you?

Jisung sits up on his knees, all but pushing you down on the bed. The kisses are rougher, teeth pulling at each other’s lips and tongues canvassing, wanting to taste each other like it’s the first time. Slotting a leg between yours, a hand teases the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing it up your body.

He cups your face, tilting your head back to taste more of you when your hand wraps around his wrist. The kisses don’t halt as you bring it to your throat. Jisung can’t control the groan he releases, putting pressure on your throat and drawing a long whimper from you.

It’s loud.

Too loud.

Chan shifts in the bed, groaning as he brings a hand to his face and rubs his eyes. “Keep her quiet. I’m trying to sleep.”

Jisung chuckles against your lips, increasing the grip he has on your throat. “Sorry, hyung. I’ll try my best.”

His hand creeps under your shirt, moving to cup your breast. Quickly catching your lips, your moans vibrate against his, only encouraging to toy with them more. Pinching your nipple and pulling, you break the kiss, a strangled cry leaving your lips.

“Oh baby. Does that feel good?” He coos, digging his nails into the sensitive nub to pull another cry from you.

All you can do is whimper, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. It’s so heavenly, having you sprawled out below him, putty in his hands from just a few rough touches. He lets go of your nipple, landing a hard slap on the tingling skin. You squirm, hips bucking up and core coming in contact with his slacks. The friction makes you moan, unable to stop yourself from moving up and down his thigh, desperate for more.

“Such a needy baby.” He scolds, hand traveling down your body. Fingers tease the lacy hem of your panties, not quite ready to slip in. Jisung needs more from you. He needs you desperate for him, crying his name as your boyfriend lays in bed next to you.

This isn’t the first time he’s fucked you in front of Chan, and it won’t be the last, but the rush is always the same. It covers him like ice water, skin prickling and numbing his body in the best way. The feeling of your skin on his is something he’ll always crave, something he’ll never be able to shake. You’re his good and his bad, regardless of who you’re with. He needs you like he needs to breathe, and he’ll share you with whoever the fuck he has to. As long as he doesn’t have to go without the person he needs the most.

The feeling of the lace against his fingers as he finally slips inside is like no other, a wide smile on his face as he watches you react immediately. Big eyes blink up at him, teary and filled with a desperation to rival his own. 

When his thumb brushes your clit ever so lightly, Jisung watches as your eyes roll back. His name sounds so beautiful falling from your lips in this state. Fuck, he needs to hear it again-

The bed shifts as Chan sits up, curls all out of sorts and sleep still lingering on his face. Narrowed eyes bounce from you to him, the playfulness evident even if his expression says otherwise. “What did I just say?”

Jisung chuckles, hooking your panties and pulling them to the side. He lets go of your neck briefly, pushing his slacks down just enough to free his throbbing cock. “It’s not my fault.” The tip runs through your wet folds, his teeth pulling his bottom lip in. “She just sounds so pretty.”

Chan looks over at you, seeing your grabby hands reaching for him. He gives you a gentle smile before leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Still. You know how to shut a whiny puppy up, Jisung.”

With a quirk of his eyebrow, a challenging smile spreads  across his face as he pushes into you. The gasp you release is so loud and whiny as it fills the bedroom. “Do I?”

Taking advantage of your parted lips, Chan slips three fingers into your mouth. It’s embarrassing how easily you accept it, wrapping your lips around them and sucking, soothed immediately by the weight. You hum happily, tilting your head back to take more of his fingers.

“That’s a good girl.” Chan coos, and the praise makes you clench around Jisung’s cock, which was now halfway in. 

You were already tight from the lack of prep, warm walls barely squeezing his cock in. Now you’re constricting him, unable to move deeper. His eyes roll back, hands coming to your hips and digging his nails into your skin. “Fuck, she’s so tight.” Jisung can feel his face redden, panting a bit as he tries to push further into you. 

“Is she?” This time Chan coos at Jisung, sitting up fully in the bed so he can lean closer towards his friend. “Does she feel good, Sungie?”

Jisung’s nose twitches, the redness now up to his ears. “F-fuck off, Chan-“

“Answer me.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “Does my girlfriend’s cunt feel good?”

He somehow finally bottoms out, your muffled moans making him lightheaded. Jisung pauses, head hanging as he attempts to catch his breath. The way you’re clenching around him is bad enough, but Chan’s words make everything so. Much. Harder.

“Y-yes.” He grunts out, hoping that he’ll stop now that he has an answer. 

Chan chuckles, free hand cupping the younger man’s face. Jisung can’t help the way he leans into his touch — Chan has such a pull on him, something he’s never been able to explain. He’ll do anything, anything, to make him proud.

“Kinda pathetic, isn’t it?” Chan says, an evil smile on his face. “Can’t get your own girl, so you have to fuck mine?”

He wants to deny it. To reaffirm to Chan the way he feels about you, to prove to him that it’s so much more than that. Like he hasn’t always known how crazy in love Jisung has always been with you.

With him.

He nods weakly, pulling out barely a quarter of the way before slamming back in. “She just is so good, Channie-“

Chan clicks his tongue, thumb finding his bottom lip and playing with it. “Who?”

He can’t help but snap into you harder this time, making you squirm as he hits your sweet spot. Oh how pretty you look, tears finally falling from the intensely wonderful feeling. Watching your boyfriend tease Jisung always does something to you; this strong, dominant man who always takes you as he wants, crumbling under Chan’s words.

“Daddy.” It’s barely above a whisper, and you’re sure you would have missed it if the room wasn’t so quiet. “She’s so good, daddy.”

The happy hum Chan releases makes Jisung’s chest fill with warmth, the validation that he’s done good only serving to help his hips move fast. Letting go of his face, your boyfriend gently begins to rub your clit. 

You jolt, the intense feeling of Jisung repeatedly hitting you exactly where you want him and Chan’s circles heavenly. Legs beginning to shake, your core tingles as the orgasm builds and builds. You’ve never felt as good as you feel with the two of them, never felt as alive.

“Look at you.” Chan’s focus is back on you, applying more pressure to your clit. “Baby’s gonna cum?”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth — a deep breath mixed with a broken cry ringing through his ears. “Y-yes, daddy. Baby cum? Pl-please?”

The attention Chan gives you is the opposite of the attention he gives Jisung. Soft, gentle, careful to give you exactly what you need to feel good. His lips brush against yours sweetly, free hand holding one of yours. “Of course, my love.”

He turns his head, the evil smile making another appearance as he takes in Jisung. He’s beet red, breathing heavily as he tries to control his thrusts, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Just like Chan knows you like the back of his hand, he knows Jisung. All his tells, from the shaky thrust patterns to the barely audible whimpers. 

“Aww. Are you going to cum too, Sungie?” Chan coos, tone dripping condescendingly. 

Jisung is right on the cusp, ready to topple over at any second but trying his best to hold out. There’s a slight tremble to his lips as he sniffles a bit, your walls so divine that his brain is fogged. He doesn’t know where he starts and you end, and what started out as taking his frustration out on you turns into something much deeper. The need to please higher than the one to be pleased.

“Yeah.” Is all he can say as he focuses on savoring the feeling of completing you.

He’s not sure when Chan let go of your hand, but the next thing he knew it was on the nape of his neck, turning his head to face him. His eyes have never been so dark, smile never as twisted. There’s just somebody about Jisung, post kill, that drives him insane.

“Who cums first?”

“Baby.”

“And then?”

Jisung swallows, trying so hard to focus on Chan even as you’re crying out his name beneath him. “Me.”

“Make our girl cum, then you can pump her full.” He drops his hand, attention falling back to you. 

Beautiful, wonderful you, always so ready to take his friends whenever they want you.

Whenever he had pitched the idea almost a year ago, he never thought that this is what it would turn out to be. Just a stress relief, that’s all. He didn’t think that he would watch you and Jisung, as well as everyone else, fall in love with each other.

But, god, was it more than he could’ve asked for. A little slice of heaven that’s all his.

His heaven that’s you screaming Jisung’s name at well past four in the morning, clawing into Chan’s bicep as an intense wave washes over you. It’s Jisung praising you, leaning down and finding your lips as he whispers filthy things that make you crave him all over again.

“Did so well, baby.” He grunts, ruthlessly chasing his high. He doesn’t have to run far before it’s crashing down on him, moaning your name as you exchange sloppy kisses. Cumming inside you is the best feeling in the world, a high that nothing can compete with. It feels so good, so well deserved after an evening of unfortunate events. 

Jisung starts pulling out when he feels hands on his hips, pushing them back and keeping his cock snug inside you. Chan has moved behind him, kissing his bare shoulder blades as he slowly pulls Jisung’s slacks down fully.

“You didn’t think we were done here, did you?”

baby fever | b.c

PAIRING | bang chan x fem!reader

IDOLS FEATURED | bang chan

WC | 1.5k

GENRE | smut, established relationship [married]

WARNINGS | explicit sexual content, explicit language, mentions of pregnancy + wanting children, no dom / sub dynamics [more explicit warnings below the cut!]

SYNOPSIS | kinktober day eleven: bang chan + breeding

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 2022

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Bang Chan Thoughts

NSFW under the cut!! Minors DNI!!!

Content warnings ig: angst, chans' stressed tf out. mentions of rough sex? brief tho. this is me in my feels, cause he's running thru my mind all day

So basically all I can think of is chan getting rly stressed, cause his schedule's been hectic, and he's stuck in a creative rut, and he's barely spent time with his GF. And all this pressure keeps building until he explodes at one of the members during practice. And he decides to take the rest of the day off. And he goes back to the dorm, but you, his GF shows up, explaining the members called bc they were worried abt him, and he gets all upset bc he wants to tell you what's wrong, but he just can't, and you're in one of his hoodies and he's just so desperate and tired and stressed, and you argue, and eventually he just buries his head in the crook of your neck and whispers, "I need you." and you realise, he just needs a way to relax. So you let him use you. Just fuck you however he needs. And he does. Fast and rough at first, pounding into you and making you cry out his name. But then it gets slower, more desperate. And he's fucking you bc he just needs a way to get out of his head. And he is kissing you like he needs it to survive. And then afterwards, he's kissing all the marks he left, and apologising profusely, but you simply shake your head and tell him not to, that you know he needs it, and that whenever he needs you, he has you. And he's crying softly, and kissing you, and telling you that he loves you more than anything. And you're cuddling in his bed, and he can finally get a good night's sleep.

Kinktober ~ Day 18 ~ Overstimulation ~ BC [M]

⤜WORD COUNT: 1.1K

⤜PAIRING: Chan X Fem!Reader

⤜GENRE: SMUT MINORS DNI, overstimulation, sub vibes, sub chan, whiney channie,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - October 2022

⤜MASTERLIST

You smirked down at Chan who was whimpering a little at you, the two of you had been at this for a while now and you could see how overstimulated he was getting from it. The small whines and whimpers leaving his throat were evidence enough of that and you giggled a little to yourself. It wasn’t often that you got to see Chan in such a vulnerable state and when you did you enjoyed every second of it,

“Poor baby, are you getting all fucked out?” You cooed while slowly moving up and down on his cock, his hands massaging your breasts as he moans out loudly his eyes looking up at you with complete lust in them. 

“F-Fuck, don’t stop, don’t…D-Don’t,” He begs as you continued to bounce up and down on his cock, the chair squeaking beneath you both letting anyone outside of the door know exactly what you were doing inside of the room. 

“You should have come home, I’ve been needy just waiting for you,” You moan out as you ride him, biting down on his lip as he whines at you. He’d not been home in a week and you were sick of waiting around for him to come home and fuck you like he’d been promising to do so you took matters into your own hands.

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：🍡 ♡ . ⁺ ᘏ : stress relief

➥ pairings: Bang Chan x fem!reader

➥ genre: idol!au | smut | MDNI

➥ synopsis: chan is feeling stressed at work, so you pay him a visit to help him 'relax'

➥ warnings: smut | penetration | cock warming | clit stimulation | fingering | pet names [pup, babe, baby] | grinding

➥ words: 2.7k

➥ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

➥ tags: @lix-ables | @sstarryoong | @ipegchangbin | if you wished to be tagged in this mini series, lemme know

➥ m.list – ➥ cock warming m.list – ➥ you can also read it on my ao3

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

you [20:07]: i miss you 🥺

Chan [20:07]: i miss u too babe. sorry, work is just hectic rn 😞

you [20:08]: when will u be home? 

Chan [20:08]: in an hour or so. shouldn't be too long babe. 

you [20:10]: okay. i love you 💘

Chan [20:11]: i love you too pup 🖤

An hour had passed and there was no sign of Chan. Your guess is that he got so caught up in his work, he lost track of time. It's pretty common for him to do that. When Chan gets lost in his work, he zones out. He disregards his needs, forgets where he is. He becomes hyper focused, which can be worrying.

Chan is the type of person to want to get things done on time, however, he is a perfectionist. He always has been from day one. Being in the spotlight has only made it worse.

You and his members have told him countless times that he should always take care of himself. He does, for a while, then he falls back into his bad habits. Comeback season is the worst for chan. The build up to it, the countless photoshoots, the endless hours of shooting music videos plus performing on stage – it's no wonder Chan becomes so stressed.

You know he loves his job. You also know he adores STAYS and would do anything to please them. However, what he fails to notice is that he cannot keep doing this. Being his girlfriend, you've had enough of seeing your boyfriend fail to care for himself. He always scolds you for skipping one meal or not drinking enough water, so now, it's your turn.

You picked up your phone bringing up your contacts list. You scrolled through, stopping at Changbin's contact. Pressing the green call button, you put your phone to your ear. It rang a few times, before changbin picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Changbin! It's y/n."

"Oh, hey y/n. everything okay?" Changbin spoke. His words sounding muffled, mouth full.

"Have you heard from Chan?" the sounds of noodles being slurped ran down your ear, making you shiver and cringe a little.

"Uh. Not since I left him at the office, why?"

"He said he would be home in an hour." You sighed softly, running your fingers through your hair.

"Let me guess." Changbin paused, drinking his ramen broth. "He's not home?" 

"Mhm."

"He's probably still working then. If he's not with you or us, then he's probably still in the studio."

"Yeah." You sighed again. "That's what I thought."

"He was pretty stressed out when me and Ji were there. Thinking about it, he's been in a foul mood all day."

"He seemed a bit off this morning too. I wonder if the stress of the comeback is getting to him." You thought out loud. 

"Probably. We all know what Chan is like during this time. He snapped at me suddenly."

"What?" Your eyes widen a little in disbelief. It's very rare for Chan to suddenly snap at someone, it's hard to get Chan angry regardless. So hearing that he snapped at his close friend indicated that he is stressed beyond belief.

"Yeah. It shocked me and Ji. Think he even shocked himself to be fair. He did apologize but it's not like Chan."

"Yeah, it's not." You mumbled. "I think I'm going to go see him. This is unacceptable. I can't have him acting like this."

"Hey, if he's going to listen to someone, then it's going to be you for sure." Changbin chuckled. 

"Do you know if he has eaten or?"

"Mhm, probably not since lunch time." 

"That's what I thought. I best get going then. Go convince the boyfriend to at least take a break." You groaned softly, walking to your shared bedroom.

"Chan and breaks? Yeah, good luck with that y/n." Changbin chuckled with a mouthful of rice.

"Thanks, I'll need it. Enjoy your meal, Changbin." You laughed softly before hanging up. You changed into something more comfortable and warm, considering that the nights are getting colder, you felt like it wasn't a smart idea to go out in a vest and shorts.

Grabbing your winter coat and shoes along with your purse, you walked out of your shared apartment, locking the door before making your way to the supermarket.

Knowing that Chan hasn't eaten or drank anything for hours, angered you slightly. Sometimes, you wish he learnt how to look after himself, be a little selfish and make himself priority number one. But no matter how many times you – or the members – scold him, he never listens.

You grabbed some microwaveable rice and ramen along with some snacks and water that claims it's 'packed full of vitamins and minerals.' Paying for your little shop, you headed to the JYP building.

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The streets are fairly calm and collected, with the occasional passer-by's and cars. The night sky was clear, giving you a glimpse of the shining stars. It was a full moon tonight, much to your liking. The moonlight shone on the pavement giving you more lighting than the streetlamps.

You stopped to take a quick snap at the moon and stars, smiling softly as you looked at it. Feeling the tips of your fingers quickly freezing up, you put your phone away, placing your hands in your pockets.

The air is icy. A chill so cold it made the hairs on your arms stand up. Your breath shows every time you exhale. You soon arrived at the building. Making yourself known at reception, they happily let you through. You made your way to Chan's room, taking your coat as the stark contrast from the cold chill to the warmth was evident.

You knocked on the door, waiting a few seconds for permission. When you received nothing, you frowned, knocking again – nothing.

"Chan?" You spoke, slowly opening the door. You peeked your head out looking around. A small lamp provided minimal light compared to the harsh light radiating off his laptop screens. Your gaze fell on a very stressful looking Chan. 

His brows furrowed together, stress lines evident on his forehead. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, chewing slightly – a bad self taught habit of his. His eyes flickering all over his laptop screen, fingers working their magic. 

You closed the door quietly, noticing the headphones on his head over the hood of his hoodie. Makes sense why he didn't hear you knock. With a heavy sigh, Chan fell back in his seat. The seat rocking from the impact as he rubbed his tired face with his hands before taking his headphones off.

"Knock knock." You spoke softly. Chan jumped, startled at the sudden voice. He looked at you, face softening.

"Hey pup!" You walked towards Chan, throwing your coat on the sofa behind him. You placed your plastic bag on his desk.

"Hey baby." You placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Chan swiveled in his chair to face you, opening his legs wide enough for you to stand between them.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned, planting his hands on your hips softly.

"Well, you said you would be home in an hour. The hour is up, so I came to see you instead. Plus–" You opened the plastic bag, taking out the grocery's you bought, placing them one by one on his desk. "I bought you dinner. Changbin told me you haven't eaten since lunch!" 

Chan looked up at you sheepishly, feeling guilty. You folded your arms, eyebrows raised as you looked down at him.

"You can't keep doing this, babe. You have to take care of yourself! It's important! You always preach to me about it, so why can't you?"

"I'm sorry pup. It's just, I get so lost in work that I simply forget. Plus, I feel so stressed out right now."

"Yeah. Changbin told me you snapped at him earlier." Chan looked down at the mention of taking his frustration out on his friend. You sighed softly, pulling his head into you, resting it on your stomach.

"Babe I love you and all but you have to learn to take a break." 

"I can't afford breaks right now." Chan mumbled, nuzzling his face into your stomach. He inhaled your sweet scent, humming softly.

"I get that but you don't work well under stress, babe." You stroked his hair softly, looking down at him.

"I know." 

"So, whilst I'm here, take a break! I haven't seen you all day so I want to spend some time with you." You pouted. Chan nodded.

"Okay, I will take a break. When it's over, I have to finish this though. You can go home afterwards though."

"Hell no! I'm staying. I'll sit on the sofa and be as quiet as a mouse. You won't even know I'm here." You grinned.

Chan did indeed take that break. You convinced him to eat and drink something before he continued on with his work. You were lounging on the sofa, browsing through your phone.

The occasional sigh would leave his lips, the stress slowly creeping its way back. You soon got bored of your phone, placing it down beside you. You decided to watch Chan work, your eyes traveling up and down his body.

The way his legs spread open under the desk, hand wrapped around the mouse, his tendons moving with every click of the mouse. The sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows. His veins protrude on his arms, the way his muscles flexed with every movement. You couldn't help your thoughts from getting filthy. 

You pressed your lips together in a thin line, eyes closing as your mind wandered into the unknown. Memories of when Chan would have his hand around your neck, fingers deep inside you, came flooding to you. His perfect, lean body hovering over you as his hips smacked against yours, body slick with sweat. His eyes focused on you and provided you with intense pleasure – fuck, when was the last time you two were intimate with each other? 

You know you shouldn't, you know Chan is stressed but you couldn't help the lust pooling in your core. You couldn't help but feel your panties slowly sticking to your skin due to your juices. You couldn't help but feel flush, besides, it's not your fault you have such a handsome boyfriend. 

You stood up off the sofa, slowly walking behind chan. You draped your arms over his shoulders, holding onto your wrist to lock him in. Chan took no notice of you, eyes glued to his screen as his fingers tapped away at the keyboard. You noticed his painted nails which only heightened your horny thoughts.

You leaned in, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. You inhaled his musk scent, heart pounding against your ribcage. You planted delicate kisses on the skin on his neck making Chan shiver. Smirking against his neck knowing he has finally become aware of you, you sucked and licked his neck.

A throaty groan rippled from his chest to the back of his throat, his hands frozen in place. You left purple bruises, feeling sorry for the scolding he was going to get from his make-up artist.

"Chan." You shakily spoke his name. Your skin heating up, cheeks flush as your needs escalate. "Chan, I need you." 

"Pup." Chan spluttered. "Not now, I'm busy." You squinted, walking to his side. He looked up at your rosy cheeks and glossy eyes, his cock twitching in his pants. 

"Please Chan. Just for a few minutes." You whined. "I need to feel your skin against mine. We haven't touched each other for so long, I'm craving you baby." 

Chan bit his lower lip softly, pushing his chair away from his desk, leaving enough room for you whilst making sure he could still reach his laptop.

"Fine." He mumbled. "But only for a few seconds.' You nodded, stripping yourself of your pants. You straddled Chan's lap, his hands on your waist gently. You held onto his shoulders, whimpering softly as you finally got to see your handsome man properly.

"So handsome." You purred, kissing up his neck slowly. Chan tilted his head to the side allowing more access for you. His hands moving from your waist to your ass, cupping it.

He spreads your cheeks, squeezing them roughly. His cock getting hard underneath you. You purposefully sat on his crotch, rocking your hips slowly. You moved from his neck to his lips, capturing them against your own.

The kiss was fuelled with need and desire, it only made you more horny. You desperately grasped onto Chan, not wanting to let go. Teeth and tongues collided with each other, saliva mixing together. laboured pants leaving your lips as you increase the speed of your grinding.

"Pup, I have to work." Chan grunted against your lips, pulling away slowly. You pouted.

"But Chan." You grabbed his hand, guiding it down into your panties. Chan shivered as his fingers came into contact with your wet pussy. He rubbed your clit slowly as a soft sigh left your lips. His technique made you want more, so much more than fingers. 

His fingers teasingly circled your entrance, fingers covering in your slick. You nuzzled into his neck, soft sighs hitting his skin. Whilst he was teasing your entrance and clit, his lips kissed your shoulder tenderly. He dipped a finger in your entrance, your walls welcoming him. Your essence and warmth coated his fingers as he thrusted it slowly.

You hummed softly, eyes closing. Soon, he added a second, scissoring and stretching you out. His fingers curled against your walls, stroking them with the sides of his fingers. Your pussy contacted and released around him, fingers getting soaked with each pull back.

"Chan, I need you." You pulled away from his neck, whimpering softly as you looked at your flushed boyfriend with glossy eyes.

"You have me, pup." He whispered.

"No. I need you." You slide your hand down to his crotch, squeezing his pulsating erection. Chan bucked his hips in your hand, grunting softly as he pulled his fingers out off your aching cunt.

"We can't, pup. I seriously have to work. We can when we get home." You whined at Chan, kicking your head back and groaning.

"I can't wait, Chan!" 

"You have to. I have to mix Jisung's vocals for this track before tomorrow so we can work on something else." His arms extended to the side of you, fingers tapping away at his keyboard again.

"Can you at least put it in?" Chan's fingers stopped, his eyes looking at you as you pouted. "Pleaseee. You'll feel relaxed and stress-free. Plus, I feel so empty, Chan. I can't wait till home to get filled by you." You gave him your best puppy eyes.

Chan groaned softly, nodding before resuming his work. You smirked, pulling his cock out off his restraints as you pulled your panties to the side. You grabbed his cock by the base, skin hot against your hand. You rubbed his tip up and down your slit, coating it in your essence. 

"Don't tease pup. If you want it in, do it now before I change my mind." Chan growled. You hummed softly, lifting your hips up before slowly sinking down on his cock.

You both groaned in unison. The warmth and wetness of your pussy along with the stretch was blissful to you both. You sunk all the way down, burying your head into his neck.

You kept still. The warmth of your pussy suffocated chan. Your walls involuntarily clenched around him, making him groan softly from the back of his throat. He could no longer concentrate on his work, his focus shifting to you.

His fingers hovered over the keys, hand stationary on his mouse. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, think of something other than your warmth and your soft laboured pants. He felt you grip onto his hoodie, bundling it up in your fists. "Focus Chan, you have to work." was all he could tell himself. 

He likes to think he has willpower, determination, but this was testing him and he's slowly failing. 

"I can't do this." he finally spoke, hands grabbed your ass as he stood from his seat, his cock still inside you. You giggled softly against his skin as he gently placed you on the sofa before towering over you. He placed his hands by your head before slowly thrusting. 

"You feel too good around me, pup. How am I supposed to concentrate on my work?"

Take Care of You | One-Shot (Bang Chan)

Rating/genre: M18+, best friends to ???; smut 💖, comfort Pairings: Fem!Reader x Bang Chan/Chris Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration (pill, no condom), Chan might have a problem with needing to fix people lol, consent happens maybe a few seconds after it should’ve but it defs does happen, barely a mention of tears, barely a mention of a break up, reader wears a skirt and panties Word Count: 4.0k Summary: When your third date with a new guy doesn’t go as planned, your best friend Chan is the one place you want to run to for comfort.

You used the key he gave you, kicking off your shoes, purse falling to the floor, socks slipping on the wood as you shuffled straight to his room. Quiet enough to not wake the others, you knocked on his door with one knuckle, cracking it open a small slice after a moment, relieved to see that he was awake, propped up in bed on his phone, big fancy headphones covering his ear. 

The fact that he was practically naked was something you only became aware of once you were crawling under the covers, curling up into a ball against him, your cheek pressed to the soft warmth of his abdomen. The fetal position was a necessity in times like this. 

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☆ house ☆ #D3

"Ah... baby...you don't- fuck- you don't have to-" Chan tries to tell you. It's his instinct to first politely reject any form of kindness from anyone. That's how much of a gentleman he is.

And that includes getting a blowjob from you. Even when he knows very well he deserves more than just his dick in your mouth because he had just told you the surprise he's been keeping from you.

A house. He bought a house. For you. For the both of you.

"I want to," you say, fishing his half hard cock from his neatly pressed black slacks. "Wanna make you feel good. You bought a house. For us. You deserve more than just a blowjob."

Chan gulps at that. Chan loves giving. He's a giver. Be it in or out of bed. He prefers it, really.

But there's just something really hot about you being so determined to make him feel good.

"More?" Chan questions. This is already so much to him. You, so pretty on your knees, hands trying their best to grip onto his toned thighs so that he won't be able to run away.

He could move, really. He's a lot stronger than you. He could easily pull you up and make you sit on his lap, give you a soft lecture on how he doesn't need you to return any favours.

He just loves you. A lot. And he wants to have a place to call home with you. It's as simple as that.

But his brain is a mush. He's never seen you this determined before. So pretty. So fucking beautiful.

"Yes, more. First, we're gonna make you cum in my mouth," you tell him, thumb running over the tip of his cock, making him unintentionally buck his hips up, sensitive at your soft touch.

You giggle at him. So fucking cute.

"Your cock will be super sensitive but still be hard enough. So, I'm gonna fuck myself onto it. This big thing is just so wonderful, isn't it?" you continue, making Chan groan and moan so loud when you lick his cockhead.

"Baby fuck," he breathes, hands automatically threading through your hair in instinct.

You smile at him, loving how he's trying really hard to let you take the lead. You know he loves being the one giving instead of receiving but you really want to show him how much you appreciate him and his whole existence.

"And then we're gonna make you cum again. Inside me. And I'll let you fuck me on every surface of this house. Every single one. Anywhere you want to. We'll start here. On the couch-"

"Bed. Bed. Wanna- wanna fuck you on the bed first."

Chan's face is red. But he can't help it. As pussydrunk as he is, he can't let anywhere else be the first place he gets to fuck you. It has to be the bed. Your first official shared bed.

"Okay, baby. The bed it is. Anything for you. Anything for my wonderful boyfriend. Bought me a house and all, hmm? Gotta give you what you want."

You stand up, slowly letting go of his cock, letting it slap against his abs.

"I'm gonna be such a good girl for you, Channie. Gonna be the perfect wife for you."

Chan nearly chokes at that. Wife. Fuck. Fuck. He wants to marry you so bad. What the fuck are you doing to him?

"Don't tease," he mutters, groaning as he feels more precum oozing from his tip.

"You like it. You like it when I call myself your little wifey. Is that what you told the realtor, baby? That you're buying this house for your wife?"

You can't help it. He's too cute. Oh you would love to marry him when the time is right.

"Wife," Chan breathes, the word rolling from his tongue sounding so natural. "My wife," he says again, head already going dumb just from imagining that future with you.

"I'm here," you say softly, noticing how Chan is a little out of it. It makes you smile. "You'll be a good husband and make me a mommy, right?" you tease him again, knowing it's his ultimate weakness - breeding you.

Chan whimpers. "I can go raw tonight?"

"You can, baby."

"You'll keep my cum inside?"

"I will. Promise."

"Cockwarm?"

"Anything you want."

"Wanna buy you another house."

"Chan!"

☆ our good girl ☆ #D7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His two lovers are perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Both of you good there?" Minho asks.

Minho receives a reply from Chan but not from you.

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

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

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

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

Take Care of You | Part 2 (Bang Chan)

Rating/genre: M18+, best friends to lovers; smut 💖, fluff, very light angst Pairings: Fem!Reader x Bang Chan/Chris Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal penetration (pill, no condom), creampie, bit of breast play, begging, Chan is kind of subby at one point, mentions of tears/watery eyes but like really mild, reader wears a skirt and panties, pet name ‘baby’, Chan is able to manhandle her around a bit, this gets kind of sappy but like also really hot too still I promise, semi-public sex (in his living room but it’s the middle of the night) Word Count: 5.4k Summary: After your very sexy mistake with your best friend, you chose to run… But you don’t get very far. 

Part 1 (read first) - smut 💖 in both parts

Waiting by the elevator, the incredible smell of him was all over you.

Again, tears were threatening. Everything was so confusing. And now it was your fault; you couldn’t even blame your stupid date for this one. No, you were the stupid one. As if you could’ve actually been intimate with a past crush and not have all those warm, yearning feelings towards him come rushing back. It was almost like they never left at all.

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Sunshine and Sundresses

AN: All this is about is Chris wanting to fuck you while you're in a sundress lol. I'm somewhat in my Chris feelings right now so yay.

Synopsis: There's just something about the sight of you in a sundress that makes Chris lose all of his self-restraint.

Heads up: Bang Chan x Fem! Reader, established relationship, mostly pwp, Soft Dom! Chris, public sex, Chris and Reader remain mostly clothed, dirty talk, pet names, Daddy kink, fingering (f. receiving), praise kink, unprotected piv sex, biting (f. receiving), creampie,

Reader and Chris lick the other's cum off Chris's fingers (it'll make sense when you get there lol) and Chris plugs Reader after cumming inside of her.

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Chris finds himself tripping over his words once again when he sees the bottom of your dress shift and ride up your thighs. This was getting ridiculous now.

He'd seen you in various outfits and states of dress over the months of your relationship, and, at the risk of sounding cheesy, he thinks you look beautiful no matter what you're wearing. However, he would be lying if he didn't find himself utter enthralled with you wearing sundresses in particular.

The two of you decided to go on a picnic since your schedules finally aligned, and Chris found himself completely tongue-tied when he was greeted with the sight of you in a pretty, yellow sundress that flitted against your fantastic thighs. He's also certain you're not wearing a bra that isn't helping the blood rushing to his dick.

"Chris?" You ask with a tinge of concern to your voice.

He needs to get his shit together. It's just a dress.

"Sorry, uh I was just saying that I'm glad that we finally got the chance to spend some time together," he responds, hoping you don't notice the breathlessness in his voice.

The smile you give him makes his heart rate pick up exponentially. It's only made worse when you cuddle further into his side and press a kiss against his jaw, "I'm happy we finally get to actually go on a date too. I've missed this."

Perhaps it's the overwhelming love he feels for you in that moment or just the simple desire to kiss you that compels him to angle himself to meet your lips.

He swallows the cute, startled noise you make, tightening his grip on your waist and deepening the kiss considerably. Rationally, he knows that the two of you probably shouldn't be making out so heatedly in a public park like this, but Chris can't bring himself to care as he rolls you onto your back. Groaning against your lips when the erection he's been fighting all day comes into contact with panty covered core.

He pulls back to catch his breath and stares down at your dazed face and freshly kissed lips, the tops of your tits being incredibly distracting with each laboured inhale you take. Well fuck. How is he supposed to stop now?

"You look so pretty," Chris breathes out, pressing delicate kisses to your jaw and reaching one of his hands down to grab a generous handful of one of your tits over the fabric of your dress.

"Ah, Chris, we're in public. Someone might see," you cry out, but he can tell you're trying to hold back. A self-satisfied smirk does cross his face when he feels your hands grip his back as he continues his assault on your throat and tit.

"We'll just have to be quiet then. You just look so beautiful that I couldn't help myself," he responds against your skin, groaning slightly as he fondles you.

He feels warmth course through his system at the shy expression on your face, shifting upwards to press a soft kiss against your lips as his hand moves from your chest to brush against your plush thighs. Chris strokes you through your panties lightly, his cock quickly becoming painfully hard as he swallows down all your moans and mewls and keens and, feels your nails digging into his broad, clothed back.

"Chris please," you moan out, your hips bucking up into his hand in search of more pressure.

"You know better than to call me by my name, princess," Chris softly chastises, slowing down his strokes in warning.

"No, Daddy, I'm sorry," you rush out so quickly and frantically that he almost misses what you say. However, when his brain is finally able to pull itself together, he groans and slots his mouth against yours once more. He moves your panties to the side and sinks two of his thick fingers inside of you, cock throbbing as your slick walls clench around them.

Chris is glad he had the foresight to kiss you before slipping his fingers inside of you because the moans and whines you let out likely would've gotten the two of you caught. He's a little disappointed that he won't get the chance to eat you out, but he didn't want to risk it. You two were already pushing your luck here. Instead, he focuses on opening you up with his fingers, curling them in the way he knows renders you thoughtless.

"Daddy, please. Want you in-inside me," you pull back and whine, reaching your hand down to stroke his cock over his pants.

It's Chris's turn to bite back his own sounds. Gritting his teeth from the toe-curling pleasure he feels from the pressure provided by your hand, his hips instinctively pressing into your hand in search of more relief.

"Wanna make sure you're stretched out properly. Don't wanna hurt you," he responds, his voice sounding strained to his own ears as he brushes your clit with his thumb.

"You-You won't hurt me, D-Daddy. I can t-take it," you whine, kissing and nipping at his jaw as you continue to palm him.

Chris can feel his resolve crumbling. A groan almost slipping from his mouth as your walls continue to clench around his fingers, and your mouth leaves hot kisses on his skin.

"Fuck, okay," he concedes, easing his fingers from your vice grip and sitting back so he could more comfortably tug off his pants. However, Chris is momentarily distracted by your juices coating his fingers. Impulsively, he shoves them in his mouth, moaning and his eyes fluttering shut. Your taste going straight to his cock, more pre-cum smearing his already sticky boxers.

Chris is brought out of taking in your taste by a very audible whine from you, eyes flying open to see you watching his mouth intently. You look completely frenzied as you watch him, your eyes completely glazed over and bruised lips parted.

He makes a mental note to eat you out properly later. For both of your sakes.

He hurriedly unbuttoned his pants, shoving them and his boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free. The mewl you let out and the way your thighs spread further as your eyes remain glued to his cock does phenomenal things for his ego.

"Are you ready?" He asks, grabbing himself and lining his cock up with your entrance.

"Yes, please," you respond, desperation seeping into your voice. God, you're just so fucking cute and pretty and, you're all his.

"Okay baby," he coos, slowly easing his cock into you. Gritting his teeth as your slick, velvet walls grip his cock harshly but, he wants to make sure the stretch isn't too much for you all at once.

He quickly covers your mouth with his hand when your moans get a little too loud, worrying him that the two of you might be overhead. Not that he doesn't get it. He has to make a conscious effort to swallow down his own noises from the mind-numbing pleasure of finally being fully inside of you.

"You have to be quiet, Princess," he warns, though any sterness in his voice is severely undercut by how breathless he sounds, even to his own ears.

Your mewl is muffled by his hand, watery eyes locking on his when he begins to thrust into you. He bites down on your shoulder to try his best to silence himself, a guttural groan slipping past his lips when you clench around him particularly hard.

"Yeah, you like this don't you, baby? You were acting so scandalised earlier but, the way your tight pussy is gripping me tells me everything I need to know," he mutters against your skin, leaving soft kisses on the partially visible bite mark left on your shoulder.

Even though his hand is covering your mouth, he can clearly make out your pleads and moans. A few stray tears running down your face.

As much as Chris would love to take his time with you, he didn't want to risk getting caught. He fucked into you hard and fast, hoping against hope noone is around to hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your respective muffled moans.

He was getting close, the sight of your glossy, tear eyes and cleavage jiggling with each of his brutal thrusts certainly wasn't helping.

"You have no idea what seeing you in this fucking dress does to me," he mutters against your throat in between kisses and light nips.

"So fucking pretty. So sexy," he continues on, hissing through his teeth as you tighten around him with each word of praise that falls from his plump lips.

Your hand reaches up to grasp his wrist, trying to signal to him to take his hand off of your mouth. When he does, you pull him into another frenzied kiss. It's all teeth and spit and, Chris hurriedly reaches between your bodies to rub circles against your swollen clit.

Chris tries his best to muffle your whines of 'Daddy' and 'please' and, borderline incoherent moans. His eyes roll into the back of his skull when you cum around him. Your pussy gripping him so tightly that he can barely pull out but, he fucks you through it nonetheless. Cooing praises and encouragement to you as you ride it out, his hand grabbing your thigh as his own climax hits him like a train.

You both moan into each other as Chris's warm, thick cum floods your eager pussy. He shudders as you continue to clench around him all the while, seemingly trying your hardest to milk him for all of his cum.

He resists the urge to just continue lying here with you and sleepily exchanging kisses while you both bask in your respective afterglows. He grimaces as he pulls out of you, desire curling in his as he plugs you with his fingers to prevent any of his cum from leaking out of you. "Chris," you gasp out, your hips jolting against his hand.

"I want you to keep all of my cum inside you," he says with a dark edge to his voice, hurriedly putting your panties in place and pulling his fingers out of you. They're coated with his cum and he feels his sensitive cock twitch when you grasp his hand and put them in your mouth, eagerly licking his essence off of them.

Fuck, he loves you.

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Pairing: Chan x reader Word Count: 0.4k Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving)

a/n: I'm not even a little bit sorry about this.

"You're so needy today babe" you cooed running your fingers through Chan's messy curls, he had been this way even since he got home from the last part of the tour and to be honest you loved it.

"M'not" he whined as he rutted against your pajama clad hip, his lips attached to your bare shoulder.

"You're going to be late Channie" you teased your fingers creeping across his abs to flick the waistband of his boxers making him pull himself away from you.

"Want you though, I can be quick" he groaned your hand finally ghosting over his throbbing cock.

"You are never quick but I can be" you but you lip sensually while you squeezed him through the fabric causing him to shiver against you. Pushing him onto his back you slid down and positioned yourself between his thighs placing kisses on his abs, hips and thighs as you rid him of the only scrap of fabric between him and you.

"Fuuuuck" he moaned eyes rolling back as you pumped his length lazily smirking at his reaction.

"Such a good boy" you praised taking him into your mouth letting your tongue swirl around the head before taking him all the way into your throat.

"Yes baby, I can be good" he slurred his hands tangling into your hair as you bobbed up and down his length, sucking and humming as you did. His fingers gripped your hair a little tighter pulling the roots a little and you purred softly, hearing him take a gasping breath from where he was sprawled on the bed. You knew from how long he had been rutting against you since you woke up he wouldn't last long so when he started rolling his hips to fuck your throat you couldn't help the low moan that left you.

"Shit, shit, shit" Chan moaned as you felt his swell against your tongue before he came thick hot ribbon of his seed down your throat.

"Told you I could be quick" you smirked letting go of his length with a pop.

"Love you. I will spoil you later for this baby" he panted looking at you with adoring eyes as you moved back to lay beside him on the bed.

"Love you too babe" you smiled kissing his lips softly. a/n: Your likes, comments and reblogs are adored just as you are adored xx

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The Club

Bang Chan x Thick female reader

Word count: 6.3K

Synopsis: Friends to lovers such a cute trope... in theory. You go to the club with your two best friends and the clueless man you love, your roommate Chan. Will you be able to stand watching him hook up with yet another flawless girl that you could never compare to or are you finally at the end of your rope.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I don't know where this came from I just knew I wanted to do another thick reader fic. I honestly pulled it from my ass which I guess is what all writing is really. ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy and if you do please reblog, comment, like, send an ask whatever I love to hear from you guys. As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: Body image issues, cussing/strong language, unprotected piv intercourse (please use protection), cream pie, crying after sex. I think that's all, this one is fairly tame. If I missed something please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap!

Your best friend and roommate Chan knocked on your bedroom door and then walked into your room a second after, a typical move on his part.  

“Come right in why don’t ya.” You scoffed. Chan flashed his megawatt smile that you failed to see since you were laying on your bed face down after having the worst week of your life. He picked up one of your throw pillows and flung it at your head. 

“Hey wake up! Minho and Jisung called, we’re going to the club tonight so get ready!” You rolled over looking at the ceiling and pushed the pillow Chan threw on the floor instead of flinging it back towards him, he frowned a little. 

“Pass. You guys go without me.” The last thing you wanted to do was go and watch your three pretty best friends get hit on while you sat at a booth drowning your loneliness in whatever you felt like shooting back. It always happened and of course it did. They were three attractive men that could dance, they were articulate and kind as well. So they had their pick of the women whenever you all went out to the clubs. The club experience was not the same for you.  

You were bigger than most if not all the other girls at the club and your dancing was mediocre at best. Most of the time you would dance for a bit with the guys and eventually, one by one, they would break off with whatever girl rubbed against them. Then you would make your way to a booth and be there for the remainder of the night. No one ever approached you except your friends who would regularly check up on you, sit for a bit, maybe order a drink, then back out on the dance floor. You were sure it was a great time for them and usually it didn’t bother you that much but after your day, your week, you didn’t have the energy. Chan was persistent and wasn’t having it though. 

“What?! No no way we’re not going without you, we all always go together.” He grabbed you by your hands and you wished it didn’t make your heart race. Chan pulled you until you were sitting up. 

“So get. Dressed.” You rolled your eyes and pulled your hands away. 

“I said no Chan.” He rolled his eyes right back. 

“Give me one good reason why?” He crossed his arms in front of him and you let out a huff of frustrated air. A good reason why? Because you’d had a horrible week and you didn’t want to watch Chan rubbing against and kissing another perfect girl that he would bring home and you would ultimately have to listen to the soft moans and panting of a stunning girl you could only ever wish to be. You couldn’t say that to him though, so you sat there quietly. 

“See you don’t have one. Minho and Jisung will be here in forty-five. Get. Ready!” He spun around and left your room before you could argue more. So this would be your night, again. You just hoped your stupid heart could take it. Sure, being in love with your best friend and roommate is such a cute cliché trope until you’re living it, then its agony. You got up and started getting ready and by ready, you changed out of your work clothes into street clothes. You didn’t try, you just didn’t feel like faking it. So a basic pair of jeans, a tshirt, some converse, and your hair up in a ponytail was your attire for the evening. 

Chan thought he was going to have to drag you from your room by force but when Minho and Jisung showed up you walked out dressed and ready. Naturally since Minho and Jisung were your two only other friends they knew you had feelings for Chan. Not because you ever told them, nor would you admit it when Minho would allude to it. Minho just wasn’t an idiot and had eyes and Jisung... well Minho told him everything. Jisung was skeptical still. As soon as you walked out Minho knew something was off. You weren’t your normal glow-y self. He made fun of you constantly calling you concentrated sunshine because you just had this glow about you that made others around you smile and even though he teased you for it he found it endearing and a wonderful quality to have in a friend but that night he didn’t see it. He walked up to you. 

“You feeling okay?” You nodded. 

“Yea sure like a million dollars.” You deadpanned and went to walk past him to follow Jisung and Chan out the door but he stopped you. 

“Hey...” You looked at him and your eyes just looked empty. 

“You sure you should be going out?” You took a deep breath and tried to get a grip. 

“I’m okay Min really, let's just go please?” He was concerned but he wasn’t going to push you, not tonight at least. He grabbed your hand and you both headed out the door with your friends. 

Once you all arrived at the club the guys migrated towards the dance floor like you all always did, dance, then drink. You broke off and made your way over to the bar quietly. When Minho turned to make sure you were still right behind him, he didn’t see you anywhere. Chan already had a gorgeous girl in a silver sling of a club dress shaking her ass and backing it up on him and Jisung was just dancing with the mass of people. Minho couldn’t just dance and have carefree fun knowing you weren’t, he walked over to Chan and his ‘dance partner’. 

“Hey, did you see where y/n went off to? She was right behind me then gone.” Minho yelled over the music. 

“Probably getting a drink she’s been in a mood today I don’t know why.” Minho watched the girl grind her ass against Chan’s crotch and Chan’s hand slid across her backside as he moved his hips with her. Minho rolled his eyes, of course he didn’t know why. 

“You're my best friend but you’re an idiot sometimes...” Minho mumbled. 

“Huh?” Chan couldn’t hear him over the music, Minho raised his voice over it again. 

“I said I’m gonna check by the bar.” Chan nodded and waved at Minho as he made his way towards the bar rail. You had initially been at the bar but as soon as you had a drink you made your way over to one of the tables you would sit at usually. When Minho didn’t find you at the bar he knew he’d find you there. He slid in next to you at the booth you’d chosen for the night. You downed the rest of your glass and he looked at you. 

“How many is that?” You looked at him blankly. 

“Does it matter?” He arched one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at you and narrowed his eyes. You sighed. 

“It’s only my first calm down officer.” Minho nodded. 

“Come, dance with me.” 

“Pass.” Minho grabbed you by the hand and pulled you. 

“I don’t think that was a request. Dancing, now.” You got up because at least you could get another drink in the process. Minho guided you towards the dance floor and started moving his body to the beat, you bobbed back and forth half-heartedly. By the second song Minho had gotten you to lighten up a bit, it helped that Jisung had joined you both and you had your friends near you. Well not all of them. You had been watching your feet or looking at Minho so you could read his lips when he spoke to you. Then you scanned the mass of people dancing and your eyes landed right on Chan and the silver dress girl making out and dancing, Chan’s hand gripping her ass as she giggled and he kissed her neck, their sweaty body’s moving in tandem with each other. Your face fell as your heart shattered into a million pieces. Minho could see it happening in your eyes. He scanned your line of sight and saw Chan and the girl. Before Minho could say anything, you excused yourself. 

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You pried your way through the people on the dance floor trying to get out of there and into the fresh air, you needed air. Jisung was confused when you dashed off and Minho just raised his hand as he followed you. 

“Just... stay here I’ve got her.” Minho cut through the crowd right behind you. You burst out the club door and into the cool night, taking gasps of air trying to will any and everything in your stomach to stay put. Minho popped out a second later and almost bumped right into you. 

“Hey, look... you know... about Ch-” You cut Minho off. 

“It was just hot I needed some air.” Minho rolled his eyes at you. 

“y/n I know-” You cut him off more forcefully, tears slightly collecting in the corners of your eyes. 

“I was hot Minho!” He stopped, pushing you would do no good and he didn’t want to upset you more than you already were. You sniffled a bit and pushed the tears back down. 

“I’ll be back inside in a minute.” He looked at you unable to hide the concern on his face. 

“Promise.” You said. He accepted that and headed back inside. You got yourself together outside and made your way back into the club a few minutes after Minho. You walked up to the bar, you promised Minho you’d come back inside, you didn’t say you wouldn’t drink. You were done dancing for the night you were ready to drink and forget. Forget the image of Chan and some gorgeous girl dry humping on the dance floor that was burned into your mind. You got your drink, several in fact, and made your way to your table again. Your drink of choice? Instant amnesia, tequila shots. Shortly after shot number six? Seven? Who cared. Shortly after you knocked back yet another shot Minho, Jisung, and Chan all crowded the table, the beautiful girl in the silver dress glued to Chan’s side. Minho snatched the empty shot glass out of your hand frustrated. 

“Did you drink all these?” He motioned at the slew of empty shot glasses in front of you. You just nodded and Minho sighed and looked over at Jisung who looked concerned but unsure how to help. The girl whispered something in Chan’s ear and he nodded laughing making Minho look over at him. Chan raised his eyebrows. 

“What?” Minho shook his head and motioned towards you. 

“Do you maybe wanna try and help me here?” Chan held up one finger to the girl. He slid into the booth seat next to you and she sat on the edge right by him. 

“What’s up?” He nudged you and you shook your head. 

“Why is everyone acting like this isn’t what we do every time we’re at the club? I drink and you guys...” You lifted your head enough to look over at the girl next to Chan. 

“do you. Just leave me alone.” Chan didn’t get why you were acting like this. So you had a bad week at work, you didn’t usually take that out on them and you definitely were never so short with them. 

“What’s your problem tonight?” You narrowed your eyes at him and then dropped your head back down. 

“Just leave me alone, I’m always alone anyway just...” Chan got a look on his face like the lightbulb just went off. So that was it you were upset no guys were approaching you. When Minho saw that look on Chan’s face he was almost certain it was the wrong lightbulb going off and braced for grade A Chan foot in mouth material.  

“Well of course, you’re dressed as frumpy as your attitude.” You looked at him with your jaw dropped as tears instantly pricked your eyes. Minho literally face palmed and even Jisung thought that was way harsh to say. Chan realized it was too far the moment it left his mouth. 

“Move and let me out.” You said quietly but sternly. The girl stood while Chan put his hands up and didn’t budge. 

“Wait...” You looked him right in the endless pools of brown you usually adored as your tears threatened to fall. It wasn’t even just that he’d said it but to say it in front of that beautiful girl, it tore your guts out. 

“Bang Christopher Chan move, or I will scream.” You took a deep breath preparing to scream as loud as you could, a tear slipping down your cheek and he quickly got up. You pulled yourself out of the booth and walked away without a word as they all watched. 

“Wow Chan of all the bone head things to say... I didn’t think you could say something so heartless, especially to y/n.” Before Chan could say anything Minho took off after you. You were drunk and crying against a brick wall when he found you. He promised not to ask or say anything, he just wanted to make sure you got home safe. He put his arm around you and walked you back to your apartment. Back in the club Jisung and Chan stood there in shock for a second. Neither of them had ever seen you like that before, then Jisung turned to Chan and gave him an angry look. 

“I know I know I feel like shit I’ll go apologize to her.” Chan turned to the girl that had been his dance partner and then some for the night. 

“Uhh sorry I’ve... I’ve gotta fix this, she’s my best friend.” She looked irritated but nodded and left for the dance floor again. Jisung suggested taking the long way back to your place to give you a little time to cool down and Chan decided that was probably a good idea. By the time you and Minho got to your place you had stopped crying. He led you to your room where he helped you take off your shoes and get into bed, you threw the cover back and peeled off your jeans leaving you in your panties before laying back. Minho’s face turned a little red and he looked away until you were covered again. He grabbed you a bottle of water and dragged your trash can by your bed in case you had to vomit. He went to leave your room and let you get some sleep but your voice came out tiny and shaky and it stopped him. 

“He doesn’t love me.” Minho turned. 

“Who?” He asked although he knew. 

“Chan.” It was the first time you’d ever admitted out loud to him that you were in love with Chan. Minho knew Chan was oblivious to it and he knew Chan loved you; they all did, but he really didn’t know if Chan was in love with you. 

“I don’t know, try not to think about it right now, okay? Get some rest.” You curled up and turned towards Minho. 

“Min?” He hummed smiling softly at you, he hated seeing that spark in your eye smothered by your tears. 

“Nothing.” He nodded. 

“Good night y/n. Sleep well.” He pulled your bedroom door closed and locked up on his way out. On Minho’s way home he ran into Jisung and Chan who had taken the long way so were walking from the opposite direction. Chan jogged up to him quickly. 

“Did you find her? Is she okay?” Minho nodded. 

“Yea I found her. She’s home, she’s in bed now.” Chan sighed in relief.  

“Thanks Min. I’ll make it right.” Minho nodded 

“I sure hope so.” Then Minho and Jisung headed towards their own apartment. When Chan got home he made sure to quietly unlock the front door. When he turned to go down the hall towards your rooms there you were in your tshirt and panties braced against the wall trying to get to the bathroom to brush the taste of tequila out of your mouth. If you weren’t still drunk you would have been mortified to be standing in front of Chan in your panties. 

“Oh hey, Minho said you were asleep already.” You shrugged. 

“Sorry to disappoint you but I’ll be sure to put earbuds in so you and your slumber party pal can be as loud as you want.” Chan’s brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Slumber party pal?” You pushed your fingers into your eyes and fought the migraine that was starting to form. You tried to walk into the bathroom and he stopped you. 

“Wait. What are you talking about? Do you mean the girl from the club?” What did that have to do with it. Chan was confused. 

“Yes the girl who’s attitude and certainly her dress were far from frumpy.” You could feel tears starting to form in your eyes again. You’d hoped you’d cried all you had in you. Chan felt the slap to the face your words were meant to carry. 

“y/n I shouldn’t have...” You cut him off angry. 

“You think I don’t know what you mean when you say that?!” Chan shook his head he didn’t understand, what he meant? 

“That I’m fat! I’m fat and not pretty! I’m fat and why would anyone approach someone like me! That I wasn’t her! You don’t think I know it already?! I see the way you look at her and I see the way you look at me and I know!” You looked down crying and realized you were standing there like a fool with no pants on. You ran to your room and slammed the door grabbing sweats and pulling them on before crawling into your bed hopeful that it would swallow you and take you away. Your head was pounding and you felt like you wanted to throw up, you just wanted to disappear.  

Chan stood there absolutely stunned. Why did you feel like you needed to compare yourself to that other girl? The alcohol was skewing your perspective, it had to be. You didn’t really think he meant that did you? You didn’t really think that about yourself, right? Sure the girl he was dancing with was beautiful but he thought you were beautiful too, you knew that, you knew he thought you were pretty. He thought it all the time when he watched you cooking dinner in the kitchen or when you both were curled up watching a documentary on sea cucumbers, he thought you were the prettiest when you laughed, which you did often... usually, not so much lately. You had to know because he thought it all the time... he thought.  

Thinking and saying are two totally different things. He tried to remember a time he’d told you that you looked pretty or that he thought you were beautiful and he couldn’t think of one, he couldn’t think of not one time he’d actually said out loud that he thought you were pretty. Underneath he knew a lot of other feelings came up with that statement, feelings he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with, feelings that may scare you, feelings that might make you uncomfortable. You lived together, things could get messy saying things like that, so he’d thought it all the time but looking back he’d never really said it. Then he said that. God he was an idiot.  

He walked up to your door and could hear you sniffling on the other side. He knocked and then walked in like he always did. When he did you turned your back to him. Your voice was small again, choked. 

“Go away.” Chan shook his head and took another step in. 

“No. I need to say something.” You buried your head deeper into your pillow. 

“Go awa-” 

“I think you’re beautiful.” You closed your eyes tightly, tears soaking your pillow. 

“Stop...” 

“I think you’re so beautiful and your body is...” You sat up and faced him. He had to stop. 

“Shut up! Chan just shut. Up!” 

“And your body is perf-” You got up and stormed towards him. You started beating on his chest with your fists and he held your arms stopping you, your eyes closed tight crying even harder, screaming at him. 

“Shut up! Shut up! Don’t lie to me! Don’t you ever fucking lie to me! I hate you! I hate you for doing this to me! I hate you for making me love you!” You collapsed to the floor in front of him, curled up sobbing and whimpering at his feet.  

“Liar... I hate you...” You choked out quietly and Chan stood there frozen by your confession. He looked down and saw you, then laid down on the floor beside you. He didn’t try to make you talk or hold you, he just curled up and laid there with you so you weren’t alone. He’d never leave you alone, you were his best friend and so much more. It wasn’t long before all the night’s events caught up and you both fell asleep next to each other on the floor.  

The next morning you woke up stiff and sore, your head was pounding not only from the alcohol but also the endless crying you’d done the night before. You winced as you opened your eyes and then realized the warmth behind you and an arm draped over you. You turned your head a little to look and saw Chan laying by you on the floor, his arm around you. You quickly scrambled away, waking him up in the process. You sat on the floor by your bed your knees pulled up to your chest. Your chest that felt so heavy, heavy filled with the memories and the pain from last night. Chan sat up and tried to see you through his sleep swollen eyes. 

“Uh hey... um, good morning...” He said in his deep groggy voice. You bowed your head. 

“Morning.” You replied quietly. Chan sat there and stared at you for a second until you started to squirm. He wasn’t sure what all you remembered from the night before. He finally snapped out of it and struggled standing up, stiff from sleeping on the hard floor. 

“I uh... will let you wash up then.” You nodded and he turned and left your room. You grabbed a fresh tshirt and pair of sweats and hurried to the bathroom. You took the longest shower of your life, brushed your teeth and felt a little better. Not great but you could open your eyes all the way at least. As you were coming out of the bathroom Chan was walking into the hall from the living room and you almost bumped into each other. 

“Oh, sorry.” He said as his hands gently held your arms to stop you from stumbling. You quickly pulled away. 

“It’s fine.” You practically ran for your room and shut the door. Chan knew for sure that you remembered at least part of the night before. He ran his fingers through his messy curls frustrated with himself and went into the bathroom to shower as well. When he was done he threw on some shorts and as he pulled his tshirt over his head you tapped at his door. 

“Yea?” You cracked it just a little and kept your eyes glued to the floor. 

“Um, I... can I talk to you?” Chan nodded. 

“Yea of course come-” 

“In the living room whenever you're done.” You quickly added. He frowned a little but shook his head. 

“Yea I’ll be right out.” You gave him a single nod and closed the door. It wasn’t long before Chan walked out into the living room. You were sitting on one end of the couch just kind of zoned out until he walked in. He walked over and sat on the other end of the couch turned towards you. When you finally willed yourself to look at him you couldn’t help the small frown that shifted onto your face when you saw him sitting there with his wet curls and hopeful eyes. Chan’s heart squeezed in his chest seeing your frown. 

“I think I should move out.” Like a bucket of ice water was thrown on Chan, that was his expression. 

“WHAT? WHY!?” You scoffed at his reaction and his question. 

“Seriously Chan? You know why. I was drunk but I remember everything. I just... need some... space, some time away...” You watched your hands as you picked at your cuticles. 

“From me?” Chan said pained. You looked up at him with tears rimming your eyes and nodded. It was like the wind had been knocked out of him and he was hit with a realization that he’d taken so much for granted, a realization that he was losing you. You stood up to head back to your room and Chan gently grabbed your wrist stopping you. 

“Last night, when I told you you’r-” You shook your head. 

“No, stop. I’m going to pack a bag and stay with Minho and Jisung for now. As soon as I have arrangements made I’ll let you know and be back for my things, I’ll try to be quick.” Tears were streaking Chan’s face now as well as your own. You pulled your wrist free and did just as you said you were, you went to your room and packed clothes and toiletries to take with you to Minho and Jisung’s. On your way out you crossed through the living room and Chan was sitting in the same spot, still with tears running down his cheeks. You walked over and when you knelt in front of him he looked over at you, his eyes glassy with tears. You pushed his damp curls back, and he sniffled, you softly kissed his cheek and then stood and left. Chan broke down crying when he heard the door click closed behind you. 

When you got to Jisung and Minho’s place the first thing you did was fall into Jisung’s embrace and cry uncontrollably. You had been strong through the whole thing and now you didn’t have to be so you cried. Jisung sat on the couch with you and let you while Minho made some tea for you all. After a good cry and some tea you got unpacked in the guest room. You all were settled in the living room watching tv after dinner when there was a knock at the door. Minho and Jisung, one on each side of you, looked at each other. Neither were expecting anyone but both knew exactly who it was, you did too. Minho got up to answer the door. 

“Min...” You called him. He turned and saw your eyes, big and worried. He held up a finger nodding and turned to go answer the door. When he opened it unsurprisingly Chan was standing there. 

“I need to talk to y/n.” Chan tried to walk in and Minho blocked him. 

“You need to give it some time Chan there’s more to this for her than you realize.” Chan pressed his lips together tightly; he knew what was at stake and he wasn’t going to lose you without a fight.  

“Minho, I need to talk to her let me through.” Minho shook his head. 

“Chan-” 

“She needs to come home!” Chan said loudly. 

“y/n please come home!” He shouted into the apartment 

“Please! Just stay with me!” Minho pushed Chan out of the doorway and walked into the hall with him pulling the door closed behind him. 

“What the hell are you doing man? Are you hearing me? There’s more to this than you think!” Chan pushed back against Minho. 

“I’m in love with her! She needs to come home, she needs to be home with me! So I can apologize, so I can cook her favorite dinner and grab that lemon lime sorbet that she loves at the corner store, so I can hold her and kiss her and tell her everything I should have long before now.” Chan shouted, huge tears in his eyes. Minho was stunned. Once he had his wits about him again he shook his head. 

“All that aside Chan. It’s not the time for this. Just... give her some time.” He spoke softly, Minho didn’t want to have to hurt his friend and turn him away but he couldn’t hurt you either. Chan nodded, turned, and left without another word, he understood. When Minho walked back into the apartment you were standing at the opening of the foyer wide eyes filled with tears. 

“Mi-Minho... did... Chan... did he just...”  

“Say that he loved you?” You nodded and a tear fell. 

“Yea, he did.” You took a deep shuddering breath and braced yourself against the wall. 

“He looked awful. It’s only been part of a day but he looked like absolute hell not having you home.” You nodded, staring off as your thoughts spun a million miles an hour in your head. Chan loved you? Like you loved him? It was impossible. You didn’t know what to do. You were so confused. You had so many questions. You finally looked up at Minho. 

“Wha- should I go home? What do I do?” Minho shrugged. 

“Do you love him still?”  

“I’ll always love him.” Minho raised his brow at you knowingly. It was late but you didn’t care. You ran to the guest room, threw on some jeans and your tennis shoes and started towards you and Chan’s apartment. When you got there you unlocked the door quietly and tip-toed in so you didn’t make any noise in case Chan was already asleep. You walked into the living room and Chan was on the couch. His head was tilted back resting on the back of the couch and his arm was thrown over his eyes. You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or not. You made your way over and stood in front of him. When Chan felt someone standing near him he jumped before he realized it was you. He relaxed and sat there looking up at you with big brown glassy eyes. 

“y/n?” You nodded trying to fight back your own tears already. He didn’t say anything he just sat up and wrapped his arms around your midsection and hugged you, his head resting on your soft tummy. You hugged him, your fingers resting in his curls. He leaned back and looked up at you and you pushed his curls back away from his face. 

“I’m so sorry y/n, I should’ve never said that to you it wasn’t right and I...” You shook your head. 

“We have a lot to talk about and we will, I just have one question right now.” Chan nodded, his eyes piercing into yours. 

“Are you in love with me?” Chan shook his head up and down without a second of hesitation. He did, he knew. 

“Say it.” He sat up straight and looked at you, into you. 

“I’m in love with you y/n. I love you. I love you so m-” You leaned down and kissed him softly. He cupped your face and tilted his head, deepening the kiss. You broke away to take a breath and Chan pressed his forehead against yours, his hands resting on your wide hips, guiding you to kneel and rest on his lap, a thick thigh resting on either side of Chan’s strong legs. His hands slid down your thighs and squeezed even through the material it sent a shiver up your spine. You steadied yourself by holding on to Chan’s broad shoulders. Those same strong hands squeezing your thighs came up and held your face so softly, his thumb grazing the apple of your cheek. Tears started to well up in your eyes, Chan gently shook his head and pulled you in to kiss you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth softly. You opened your mouth allowing him to slide his tongue inside. Chan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you all the way down onto his lap and you could feel him pressing into you making you throb with want as he devoured your lips. His hands ghosted down your back and rested on your hips urging you to move against him and you moaned into the kiss. 

“Sound... so pretty... baby girl.” He mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You could feel yourself getting wetter hearing the sweet pet name. You tilted your head giving him better access to his target. 

“Ch-Chan... wha-what are we... doing?” You panted as your hips ground together, as his hands gripped, and his lips explored. He pulled away when you asked, he was a little red and breathless chewing at his bottom lip. 

“Uh wha... what do you want?” You looked at him and pushed his curls back away from his beautiful face again. 

“You.” He smiled and touched your face. 

“Then... I’m yours.” You kissed him hard then scrambled to get up and get your jeans and panties off. As soon as Chan realized what you were doing he lifted his hips and pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. You quickly climbed back onto his lap, there was no time to be shy or bashful as Chan lined up his cock with your wet hole and eased you down on to him. You both moaned and you gasped when you were fully seated in Chan’s lap again, only this time with his dick buried deep inside you. 

“Oh god!” Chan held onto your hips, his lip between his teeth, eyes closed tightly as he felt you squeeze his length with your warm soft walls. When he finally opened his eyes he saw you looking down at him, your eyes sparkling. You pulled at the hem of his shirt and took it off over his head running your hands up and down his firm torso over his chest and abs and back up again. Chan sat up his cock moving inside you deliciously making you squirm as his hands traveled up your plush body lifting your shirt up and over your head, your full breasts lined up with his face, he sucked on one and then the other, squeezing and pushing them together then raking his teeth across your hard nipples. 

“Ch-Chan... please...” He let go of your breasts and his hands slid down your curvy frame and rested on your ass. He leaned back on the couch then squeezed and pulled your hips forward and then pushed them back as he rolled his hips up into you. 

“Like that baby girl... ride it just like that.” You planted your hands low on his abs and pushed your hips forward and then back again on your own. You moved again and again and set a rhythm. Chan’s head rolled back and his eyes closed. 

“Does it feel good?” You needed to know you he was enjoying it, you wanted to make him feel good. Chan looked at you blushing and smiling as you rode his cock. 

“Mhmm yes, you feel so good baby, don’t stop.” He squeezed your thick ass and urged you to move faster. Your breaths shortened as your hips moved quicker. 

“G-gonna cum... Ch-Chan go-gonna cu-” Your eyes rolled back into your head as you wrapped your arms around Chan’s head hugging him tight, his face buried in your big tits again. Chan could feel you dripping down his cock as you came on top of him, your hips stuttering and Chan helped you ride it out as he rolled his hips up into you harder. When you finally let go of him Chan slumped back on the couch again, held up your hips forcing you forward making you brace onto the back of the couch and with his strong hands holding you up he started pounding into you from underneath not only chasing his own high but sending you nosediving into another orgasm. More of your arousal dripped down his cock and there was a lewd smacking sound every time Chan hammered his dick into your wet cunt. He put you down and sat back up pulling you close as your cunt took his whole cock. It was messy grinding and rubbing and wet and as you shook and trembled through your third orgasm. Chan pulled you closer still, he held you tight and came deep inside you as he cupped your face and sweetly kissed your lips. You sat there sweaty and out of breath on Chan’s lap your head resting on one of his shoulders, his arms wrapped around you as his cock softened inside you. When you caught your breath and the adrenalin wore down the gravity of what just happened hit you like a train and you started to cry. Chan pulled you up and held your face worried. 

“Hey hey, what’s wrong huh? Baby don’t cry.” Hearing him call you by the sweet pet name only made you cry harder. He hugged you close again and grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around you. He rubbed your back and held you until you were calm again. 

“Sorry it was just a lot of big feelings all at once and I got a little overwhelmed.” Chan shook his head as he continued tracing shapes on your back to soothe you. 

“Don’t be sorry I understand. Are you okay now?” You nodded and sat up and Chan smiled at you his dimples popping up. 

“Good. Why don’t we wash up and get to bed. We’ll talk about everything first thing tomorrow, including you moving out of your room. You were confused and frowned a little. 

“You... you still think I should?” Chan nodded. 

“Absolutlely. My room is bigger so it just makes sense for you to move into mine over me moving into yours.” You let out a huge sigh of relief and shoved him a little. He hugged you close and kissed your neck. 

“I love you baby girl.” You melted into his hug. 

“I love you too Chan.” 

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Herbie (M) ~Bang Chan

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

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

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

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

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

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

Christopher Bang. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was where you saw Chris the first time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow. Your eyelashes are so pretty”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chris scoffed. “Don’t make me beg”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am… So confused right now”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You kissed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm, I know, right?”

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

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

“Mm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can find part two here

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not so sweet — bang chan (m)

pairing: coworker!chan x fem!reader

rating: m rated, not friendly for minors

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

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

note: first skz fic, pls be kind <3

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

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

He understood women, he understood you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or so you thought he was.

“Why don’t you do it yourself?”

“Huh?”

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

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

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

“Soo ..”

“So?”

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

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

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

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

“—too big for you?”

“No, perfect for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guess we both are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chan, please . .”

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

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

“Say no more.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you feeling?”

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Can I?”

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

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

「𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕」 · scene v

❝𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.❞

WC: 8.2k (35 min. avg. reading time)

⚠ — Self-worth/intimacy issues, sexual tension, body worshipping, oral sex (m, f) penetrative unprotected sex, creampie (see masterlist for more).

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It had been a while since you and Chris worked on a project together, and especially after the night you filmed him, it was kind of helping your mentality to not see him in a… work context. You were able to delude yourself into thinking he was just an actor doing his thing out there, and you were doing just fine ignoring all reality by playing dodgeball with the conversation you needed to have with yourself.

What conversation? There’s nothing to have a conversation about.

You may not have been working together, but it didn’t really make much difference because Chris kept running into you very much on purpose. Appearing at your sets every once in a because he was allegedly bored, dropping by your office for the fuck of it, randomly asking what you were craving right then and bringing that or the closest thing he could find packed as a lunch for two to eat with you… 

All of which would have been perfectly fine if the magnitude of your crush on Chris wasn’t currently about two galaxies wide.

It was obviously flirting galore whenever you saw each other, but you started noticing another side of him that you hadn’t previously experienced.

Underneath all those layers of cockiness, the man was actually a premium-quality dork.

His smugness towards you had mostly dissolved by then. He was indeed more lovable than a Tasmanian devil, and he felt free to be infinitely silly, but only when he was alone with you. You had no idea what prompted the exclusive access privileges to this much softer side of him, but as a horrible side effect, it was fueling your possessiveness over Chris, which completely clouded your professional judgement.

Especially when Alexis was in question.

One day when you were feeling particularly annoyed by her cunt behavior, you straight up decided to forget to tell her about a filming location change. Out of pure pettiness. But when you came to your senses shortly after, you were actually quite ashamed of yourself.

“Just what the fuck am I doing?”

Yes, Chris was exhibiting some signs of vulnerability, but it didn’t necessarily… mean anything. He wasn’t… putting the moves on you per se. Why would he anyway? It was just his brazen self, and he was just feeling comfortable around you.

Comfortable enough to masturbate right next to you?

He is a porn performer.

That wanted you right next to him.

That happens on set every day.

He has sex with you a lot in his head.

I’m just a face. Everybody fantasizes.

Then why did he cum that hard when you said you loved him?

This needed to stop. You urgently needed to save your ass before you fell any deeper into the quicksand because you were running out of ways to refute yourself.

“Guess what I have for you right here,” Jisung knocked on your office door.

“Looks like a script, smells like a script, so I’m gonna say… a script.”

“Correct!” he put the file he was holding on your desk, “The writer specifically requests you to direct this.”

“Are you fucking SERIOUS?!” you screamed, slamming your hands on the table. Jisung burst into one of his heartfelt laughters at your extreme reaction.

Unless you were hired as a director in the first place, the rite of passage to directorship was literally quantified at Petite Mort. You had to have produced a certain number of minutes for projects that required cinematography work much like a pilot trying to obtain a license.

“I– I don’t know what to say! I wasn’t even aware I hit my numbers,” you stood up and bowed to Jisung as hyperbolically as you could manage, “I humbly thank the scriptwriter for the opportunity.” 

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate the gratitude in person because it’s not me,” Jisung informed you with a knowing smile, “You actually haven’t filled your quota yet. Anita was very impressed by the script, so she made an exception and agreed to the writer’s terms.”

“Then who is it?”

“Look inside.”

You grabbed the folder and turned to the first page, and there it was, right under the title.

Rébellion Romantique —C. B.

“No… no way,” your voice came out very tiny as you looked at Jisung.

“Yes way, indeed. Apparently, everyone’s favorite Aussie has one hell of a pen.”

Your heart fell to your stomach in the best sense of the expression possible. You had no idea he had started writing again. Not only did he start and finish a script, but he also wanted you to direct this?

Your eyes darted to the synopsis right under the title.

After divorcing her husband and finally getting out of the cage of lovelessness, Tina embarks on a journey to rewrite everything she knows about desire and pleasure. Throughout her encounters with all kinds of people, she eventually discovers what love truly means to her. A tribute to the female gaze, human pleasure, and everything left unspoken.

This was supposed to be a script for porn. Fucking porn. Then why were you overcome with this urge to cry all of a sudden?

Oh, you loved this. You absolutely adored this.

“I’ll be your producer for what looks like our flagship production,” Jisung spoke with an utterly endeared look on his face, “Do you have some time to discuss casting?”

Why, yes, maybe your schedule was completely free for the foreseeable future to discuss everything about this project.

Chris had penned such an intricate scenario that the cast was going to be the most crowded one to date because it even included an orgy midway through the story. It automatically meant you had to swallow your pettiness regarding all the decisions made about this movie and be completely professional.

You forbade yourself to treat it like it was personal. Because it wasn’t.

Nevertheless, you and Jisung both had to compromise on one singular matter— after a lot of back and forth, you agreed to keep Alexis as part of the cast, and he agreed not to give her the lead role. You both landed on Kristen instead.

“I think Hyunjin would make a better antagonist than Cole,” you pointed at the character sheet, “The dude has some sinister charms to him, don’t you think?”

“I’ll have the security ready for when Chris walks into the set maybe. They are at each other’s throats on sight,” Jisung uttered with genuine concern and then looked at you with a tinge of reservation, “Which leaves us with our main love interest. Are you sure about this?”

You took a deep breath. You were matching performers to characters for the better half of the past hour, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to place Chris anywhere. Nothing felt ‘just right’ when he was in question. A side role where he barely showed on screen wouldn’t do him justice. This could actually be his big break in the erotic cinema community. On the other hand, giving him the male lead meant that you were going to have to—

Don’t treat it like it’s personal.

You shook your head and snapped out of it.

“Yes,” you responded resolutely, “Yes, I am.”

The day of your first shoot felt like the first day of school for you. A bit of dread of the unknown, a bit of nervousness, but overall anticipation maximized. You greeted the crew and made your way towards the director’s chair, where you had an uninvited guest waiting for you.

“Chris?” you put your bag down, “What are you doing here?” 

“Well, good morning to you, too,” he brightly smiled, “Didn’t Jisung tell you I was coming? I’m here to watch you direct.”

“Talk about micromanaging,” you retorted with excessive amounts of sarcasm.

“It’s not that. I’m here to gain experience,” he sat right next to the director’s chair, “Consider me as your intern.”

“Fine, but if you’re going to hang around, I need you to be on your absolute best behavior, okay?” you picked up the copy of the script crawling with your notes on it, “Don’t make a scene.”

“We’re literally on a set, though.”

“Chris!”

“Yes, boss,” he gestured zipping his lips.

You and Jisung walked towards your performers to go over their directions one last time, then took your seats and let the games begin.

“Quiet on set,” you commanded the entire crew with a firm tone and turned to the screen in front of you, “Action!”

When you started the scene, Chris turned to his left and started observing you instead. You occupying the director’s chair was nothing short of a queen sitting on a throne. You belonged there. The way you were talking to the performers just now… It was almost like you were telling a partner what you liked and what you wanted them to do to you in a very straightforward fashion. There was literally an entire movie unfolding right in front of him, not to mention something he wrote himself, but all Chris could do was watch you be an utter professional. Your passion was a beautiful thing to witness. 

He felt… proud watching you.

Even when the scene started morphing into an extremely steamy sight, you were completely unfazed, watching the screen with sheer seriousness as if you were watching a courtroom drama. He was looking for indications that you were getting turned on, but there wasn’t one obvious physical sign. No irregular breathing, no restless wriggling, no hint of increasing body temperature.

Only your blown pupils.

Chris, on the other hand, was about to cross a dangerous threshold of arousal to the point of losing his mind a little bit because he couldn’t stop associating the scene with you. 

Because the acts he was witnessing were the very things that he wanted to do to you.

He couldn’t help it. At a moment of sudden onset incontinence, he subtly pressed his leg against yours, causing you to briefly turn in his direction, but he was seemingly watching the scene with undivided attention. Then he placed his arm on the right armrest of your chair, and his fingers brushed against yours.

Your heart started thumping in your chest all of a sudden.

The antsiness he was looking forward to seeing all along finally started to manifest itself in you. You pressed your leg against him with a tinge more pressure. His little finger started caressing yours with imperceptible movements to the naked eye. You kept stealing touches from each other throughout that whole scene, and by the end of it, you were both properly frustrated by how much you wanted each other.

However…

The reality was that there was an invisible line drawn between you that shouldn’t be crossed. You weren’t two people that crossed paths under normal circumstances.

And what was worse, Chris was community property.

“Good work today,” you hurriedly removed yourself from the set before giving Chris a chance to say something to fluster you into oblivion, “See you on Monday at 6 AM.”

Still simmering in that inhumane levels of arousal, you left the building so fast that you actually made it home in record time.

After a questionably long shower, you decided to set up your ‘ritual’ setting in your room. Balcony door open and letting a very nice breeze in, sexy as fuck melodies looped in the background and coming out of your speakers in a hushed volume, the dark amber candles dangerously reminding you of Chris lit up to set the mood, a glass of cold rosé, and a bullet vibrator. You sat down on your desk, but not to write. You were about to do some editing tonight. 

Everything was ready and in place, but when you opened the editing software, you were greeted by a warning.

Remaining time: 90 minutes. Insert your portable license or purchase one by following the link.

Then you looked at your USB hub to notice it was indeed empty.

“Oh, fucking great,” you grabbed your phone to call Jisung.

“Yo!”

“Ji, tell me you’re at the office, please.”

“Yup.”

“Do you mind checking my desk to see if I left my portable license there? It’s a little black USB. Otherwise I’m going to panic my ass off.”

“Hang on a second.”

You heard his footsteps and the sound of a door opening in your receiver, and Jisung broke the news to you.

“Yeah, it’s on your desk here.”

“Oh, thank god,” you relaxed in our chair, “Do you mind dropping it off at my place when you get out?”

“Actually, I can’t. I’m taking Anita to dinner tonight.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

“I can’t and I WON’T!” he yelled on the other line, “But I can send Kyle to drop it off. That okay with you?”

“You’re awesome, thanks,” then you offered a piece of unsolicited advice, “And don’t forget to take tissues with you. You drool a little too hard over her.”

“You shut the fuck up and I love you.”

Relieved that you would soon have uninterrupted access, you found no harm in using the time you have left. You carefully inserted the vibrator inside you and got to work like this was a very normal course of action for creative endeavors.

You had been contemplating working on this for some time now, but you were a bit hesitant about watching it. It was the footage of Chris you filmed after the party, and now that you were actually on the director’s chair and properly riled up after that workday, you were feeling particularly… inspired.

I can always tell when you get wet because your scent gets denser. And now you’re getting wet just by looking at me across the table. 

It was true. Chris didn’t need any gimmicks or try hard to seduce people; he was a natural. He had that irresistible charm to him that rendered anyone defenseless with one look. It was worse that he knew that because he abused his powers on you for his personal entertainment way too frequently.

I don’t give a fuck if you’re driving. I won’t be able to wait until we get home.

Why was it that when he said the most brazen things at the most random places it was an immediate turn on? What the fuck kind of wizardry was that his shamelessness was bringing out the worst in you, the very things that you were suppressing to masquerade as a normally functioning human being?

I have you right where I want you, and you’re melting.

You hated how true it was. You weren’t a person with weak willpower per se, but when it came to Chris, you always found yourself justifying why you were letting him charm you so. You hated how much you enjoyed this. You despised how it made your ego violently cum every time he insinuated he wanted you.

Everyone who drives by knows what we’re doing, but we don’t give a fuck. We just want each other. They’re watching us. They wish they were us. 

Ever since the very first time you met him, at the very back burner of your imagination, you had always wondered about it. You wondered what it was like to fuck him. You wondered what it was like to have him pleasure you. You wondered whether he was indeed capable of making you forget about what was socially acceptable and have you surrender to him at will, completely erasing everything from your consciousness besides him and the pure rapture he was inducing in you.

What a fucking fascinating underworldly creature of lust you are.

You were so submerged in your autoerotic inner monologue that your heart almost stopped when the doorbell rang.

“Jesus fucking christ!” you jumped in your seat, “Just a second!”

You gingerly removed the bullet, shoved it inside your drawer, and darted to answer the door.

“Kyle, thank you s— Chris?!”

“You asked for delivery?”

Okay, but maybe, just maybe were you in possession of manifestation powers because…

“I thought Kyle was going to come over.”

“Yeah, I may have eavesdropped on their conversation a little bit,” he grinned at you and handed you the USB, “Here.”

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry for the trouble.”

“No worries. My services are not free, though, so you’re totally buying me drinks later,” he teased with a wink and started descending the stairs, “Good night.” 

“Actually…!”

You had started that sentence a bit too loudly for your own good, but it at least managed to turn Chris around.

“I’ve just opened a bottle of wine if you’d like to join me.”

All of a sudden, his teasing demeanor was, poof, gone. 

“I uh– I don’t mean to intrude if…”

“Well, you kinda did anyway. You know where I live now,” you stepped aside and opened the door for him to come in. He climbed three steps back up and let himself into your apartment with somewhat of a bashful smile.

As you led him to your living room, Chris examined your place as if he was in a museum. The framed posters in the hallway, the colors of your walls, the furniture you owned, the things you chose to decorate. There was a pleasant ambery scent everywhere, and it was tickling his nostrils.

When you brought his glass and sat next to him, you were hit with the realization that Chris was actually in your apartment, sitting on your sofa. You were in shorts and a gigantic t-shirt with flower-patterned flip-flops on your feet.

All of a sudden it felt way too intimate.

“You ran so fast I couldn’t even tell you how awesome you were on set today,” Chris finally spoke.

“Thank you,” you sheepishly smiled at him, “I’m not gonna pretend your presence there wasn’t pressuring, though.”

“Why is that?”

“I mean, it’s your script, hello?” you pointed at him, “That’s like getting your homework checked by your teacher.”

He laughed heartily and sat more comfortably on the couch.

“Come on, I’m just a rookie here.”

“I don’t believe in seniority when it comes to creativity,” you responded in a serious tone.

A brief silence followed as you sipped on your drinks. After contemplating for some time, you finally decided to scratch the itch at the back of your brain.

“Why did you want me to direct this? Jisung would have done a wonderful job.”

“I agree, but he’s a man,” he rested his head on his hand, “This is Tina’s story. It would be a little hypocritical not to consult to the vision of an insanely talented woman, don’t you reckon?”

You felt yourself blushing a bit too intensely and averted your eyes. It really meant a lot to you that he was thinking of you this way.

“Thank you. Really.”

“My absolute pleasure,” his dimples replied on his behalf, “Did you notice anything interesting about her?”

“Was I supposed to?”

He didn’t answer and just stared at you with a vague smile, which prompted you to review all the knowledge you had about Tina. A recent divorcée questioning a lot of things, tempted by her curiosity to find answers. She was indulging in things most people considered filth, things they would shame her for, but at the very end of the day she was only in pursuit of happiness and trying to muster the courage she had lost somewhere along the way. She was one hell of a woman this Tina Frank.

Tina Frank.

Tina.

“If you don’t mind me asking what’s Tina short for exactly?” you asked Chris with creased brows.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “Could be many things. Martina, Christina, Valentina…”

“Christina,” you emphasized, but you were actually asking him a question.

“Could you top me up, please?” he raised you his unfinished glass with a smile.

You obliged and didn’t attempt to drag the conversation on further after that, but it shifted something in you.

A tribute to the female gaze, human pleasure, and everything left unspoken.

You would bitch about his brazenness a lot, complaining that he didn’t know how to be subtle at all, but it turned out Chris could be extremely subtle when he wanted to. You were never going to be able to look at this story the same way again.

“Did you manage to find any other bomb-ass places lately?” you handed him his glass again with nonchalance, “I think we should be able to appreciate things besides hotdogs, too.”

“Wait till I tell you about the pizzeria that just opened by my apartment.”

You didn’t even realize how fast time passed for the rest of the night. Whenever you weren’t about to go crazy lusting after him, it was always very comfortable when you were with Chris, but it had never felt this cozy before. Just the two of you having a wholesome conversation accompanied with ‘Shut up’s, ‘No way’s, and a lot of laughter. At one point, he made you laugh so hard that you actually fell off the couch.

“Can I use your restroom?”

“Sure,” you wiped the tears from your eyes as your laughter died down, “It’s at the end of the hall.”

While he was coming out of the restroom, Chris noticed the soft orange light illuminating the hallway through a door ajar and the music playing inside. He knew proper guests weren’t supposed to snoop around, yet he had never been proper anything other than the resident troublemaker wherever he went. His curiosity got the best of him, and he nudged the door a bit more to peek inside. 

It was your bedroom. 

The light was coming from the candles you had lit some time ago, which were also the source of that pleasant scent. Your bed was unmade, and the clothes you were wearing earlier that day were hung behind a chair. You had a huge desk by the open balcony door, and there was a computer with two gigantic screens on it as well as a video on the preview screen of some editing software.

His pulse dangerously escalated when he realized what he was looking at.

It was the footage of him masturbating on the bed, but what he was surprised to notice was that you were also in the frame.

What he was fucking mindblown to notice was that you were fingering yourself.

He walked to the computer like he was in a trance. He rewinded the video to spot where exactly you started touching yourself to the sight of him. There you were, pulling your dress up and spreading your legs with your breasts already out. He lowered the volume and hit play.

…you taste amazing. I’m licking all over your cunt like you’ve been starving me for days. 

All his memories of you came rushing back to him again. You writing all these lengthy oral scenes but leaving the set every time he performed it on someone, how you were fucking yourself to the thought of him in his waiting room, the way he fingered you while you jerked him off, your lips on him, his lips all over you, touching you, feeling you, when you whispered I love you into his ear…

Chris was so hard under his pants that he was actually in pain.

“Is everything okay? You’ve been gone for— Oh.”

Your voice suddenly echoing in the room gave him a horrible start. He had no idea how he could properly defend himself.

“I’m– I’m really sorry. The door was open and– and I saw myself, and–”

You were also quite embarrassed, but it was him that was caught red-handed, not you.

“I thought I would give it a shot to edit it myself,” you played it cool.

Chris took a few steps towards you and asked in a tone of genuine disbelief.

“You were touching yourself right next to me?”

“You seriously didn’t notice?” you furrowed your brows, “It was a bit… too wet.”

“I was a bit too gone to pay attention to my surroundings, to be honest.”

There it was again. Every time there was an absence of a sound between you two, an explosion hazard suddenly manifested in the room. The tension was unbearable. You would do anything to break that silence and breathe easy a little, but you couldn’t think of one thing to say. As if that wasn’t enough, Chris approached a lot closer and stood right in front of your face.

“I’m gonna ask you a question but please don’t lie to me.”

That was a pretty redundant request because your thinking capabilities had already hit the floor, rendering you completely incapable of producing a lie.

“Do you– Do you want me?”

It wasn’t his usual presumptuous ‘You want me, don’t you?’ that enraged you to no end when you heard it. There was vulnerability in his voice. He actually was not sure, and that’s why he was legitimately asking you. He couldn’t word this any other way because he was just as scared of the consequences as you were.

How would you even describe it? Were you attracted to him? Yes. Were you fantasizing about him? Frequently. But were your feelings only in the realm of basic instinct? Did you want him or did you want him?

You should have had that conversation with yourself. You really should have.

“Because if you do…”

You looked at his face, but he was the one examining the floor now. There weren’t any answers written there, but he just would not look at you.

“That would make me really happy.”

The way he lifted his face up and looked right into your eyes while uttering those last two words. The way your heart skipped a beat. How would you even describe it? 

“And if I don’t?”

He looked heartbroken when you said that. His shoulders drooped, and his eyes returned to having a staring contest with the floor again.

“Then I’ll try harder.”

You weren’t going to be able to endure this anymore.

The playlist comprised of every song that reminded you of Chris was still playing in the background. The candles that reminded you of his perfume were still burning. The gentle night breeze was still blowing on your curtains to make them dance, but it had gotten a bit chilly. You walked past Chris and turned off the monitors. He watched the way your finger pressed the button. He watched how you turned around on your feet and came close to him again. He watched you throw your hands around his neck, and when you finally kissed him, his knees almost gave way.

There seemed to be a pattern every time you kissed. It started soft, just curious moves of your lips trying to remember what it felt like kissing the other, but you both caved to each other so fast that it escalated at record speed. It turned from an act of affection to carnal desire, and there was no telling where that one kiss could end up at if no one stopped it. But you knew.

You knew it would end up in a beautiful disaster.

You took off his white top that didn’t leave much to imagination and let him rid you of the t-shirt you were wearing in lieu of a nightgown. Without even giving him enough time to appreciate your bare torso, you pulled him to your bed.

“This cannot mean anything,” you barely managed to utter in between his relentless kisses.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious!”

Chris attacked your lips in response and refused to stop kissing you. His kisses were alternating between your lips, your neck, and your breasts, but it was getting out of control a bit too fast. You hastily reached for your nightstand drawer for a condom just to notice…

“Oh, fuck me!” 

“What happened?” Chris abruptly stopped, panting hard over you, “You don’t have protection?”

“It didn’t occur to me to have some just in case an impromptu escapade develops. I’ve been in a prolonged dry spell,” you confessed a bit too candidly, “Don’t you have any on you?”

“I wasn’t exactly expecting to get lucky tonight.”

You both heaved deep sighs and laid there in frustration for a while, but this was worse than trying to get a hold of yourself in public. Chris was literally to your right, topless, trying to calm down his breathing, and not to assume anything, but you were pretty convinced he was also cursing a mouthful to his luck.

“If you’re willing to…” you uttered with a tinge of reservation while watching the ceiling, “I’m on contraceptives.”

“Oh,” Chris turned to his left, but he looked a bit flustered, “I’ve never… Like…”

“Fucked anyone raw before?” you completed his sentence on his behalf.

“When you’re in my line of work, that’s like swimming with the piranhas that feed on fire-breathing electric eels.”

“I get that, but I mean surely you had girlfriends before, right? It’s not like you never…”

You trailed off, waiting for a confirmation from him, but all that followed was silence.

“Seriously?!” your eyes widened in surprise, “You know quite literally everything else, but you really don’t know what it feels like to raw dog?”

“I mean how different can it be really?”

“Let’s just say the difference is skinny dipping versus having a wetsuit on,” you informed him and offered an alternative, “I guess you can go out and buy some. I clearly need to replenish my stocks anyway.”

You genuinely didn’t mean anything else by it. It wasn’t even a sarcastic comment, but Chris got ticked off pretty bad over what you just said.

“I’m not buying you condoms just so you can practice safe sex with other people.”

What the hell was happening exactly?

“Who said anything about other people?” you looked at him in bewilderment.

“You did.”

“You did!”

“You did say you clearly needed to replenish your stocks.”

“I literally told you I was in a dry spell, and also we could do it without a condom.”

“And I told you I’ve never had sex without protection before.”

“And I’m giving you my consent, what’s the m—?”

He shut you up by swiftly pulling you into a kiss. How the hell he did it you had no idea. Chris would kiss your lips and all of a sudden you would forget what you were pissed off about. Unconventional apology method for sure, but it worked. It worked like a charm.

He abruptly stopped and his face turned worried for some reason.

“Are you…?”

He was clearly hesitating. You could see whatever it was he was trying to say was… hurting him. He mustered his courage and finally decided to face the music.

“Are you sure it’s not going to disgust you to sleep with me?”

You honestly didn’t follow where the heck that came from. 

“Disgust me?” you asked him with genuine confusion in your eyes, “Why would it disgust me?”

Chris averted his eyes from you and gnawed on his lips, not knowing how to properly word this. He couldn’t hold your gaze as he responded to you.

“I’m pretty used, you see.”

Your heart broke into a million fucking pieces that he was thinking of himself that way. Oh, you wanted to hug him. Oh, you wanted to pull him into a tight embrace and never let go. What the fuck did he even mean used? He wasn’t some piece of goddamn merchandise; he was a human being with feelings.

You swallowed a sob that threatened to escape your throat and turned on the sass mode instead to diffuse the tension.

“So? Just because people don’t record every sexual encounter they have doesn’t mean they didn’t have numerous partners before,” you shrugged carefreely, “The only difference is that you can’t lie about it whereas many people do.”

He looked a bit relieved hearing you say that but was still somewhat on edge.

“Well… Did you?”

“Have many partners? Not really,” you honestly answered him, “Does that make me a self-righteous prude in your eyes?”

“Of course not!”

You placed the tiniest of kisses on his nose and smiled.

“Exactly.”

He smiled back. It wasn’t a grin. It wasn’t a smirk. It was that devastating smile that framed his dimples perfectly. Your heart fluttered seeing that again.

“Your eyes are beautiful, you know,” you touched his face and caressed his cheek, “But they look a bit sad.”

He averted his eyes again, but rather than discomfort, he got legitimately shy this time. 

“Don’t look away from me,” you insisted on holding his gaze.

As you were getting lost in the little galaxies he carried in his eyes, you played with his hair. He leaned into your touch. You laid him down right next to you and whispered.

“Close your eyes now.”

He did as he was told and you kissed him again. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he pulled you into his embrace and started caressing your back. Your hands traveled down to unbutton his pants. He dragged your waistband down to get rid of your shorts. You ended up stripping each other fully, never once leaving each other’s lips.

“It’s been a while since you appreciated this, hasn’t it?” you smiled into his kiss. 

But Chris wasn’t smiling. He was looking at you with eyes you had never seen before. Deeper than an abyss and louder than a deafening thunder. Begging you to figure it out yourself because he just couldn’t say it.

Without saying anything, he turned you around to lie facedown. You felt his lips on your nape momentarily, making you shudder all over. He started kissing your back, drawing a trail down your spine, and eventually reaching your waist. It felt incredible. He was so gentle with his movements, but he was burning every piece of skin he kissed, and it was turning you on so bad.

He turned you around again, making his way from your crotch, up your breasts, and to your lips one more time. With every kiss he landed on your skin, you felt the bruises you didn’t even realize you had disappear a little bit. You felt the pleasant itch of a wound turning into a scar. You felt relief. 

You also wanted to heal just a tiny part of him. You also wanted to soothe whatever was making him flinch in pain when no one was looking.

You pulled him under you and started drawing your own map on him. From his neck to his shoulders, from his chest to his abdomen, down to his crotch where he was flushed pink and dripping around his slit. When you made a move to kiss his cock, Chris immediately stopped  you.

“You don’t– You don’t have to. Really. I’m o—”

You stared at him as he kept rambling. You kissed the hand that was stopping you, and gently removed it while holding his gaze. Then you closed your eyes and kissed his smooth skin. You kissed him like you were blowing on a painful burn. You kissed him like you were singing lullabies to him to calm down. You kissed him like you were pacifying him. His stutters eventually came to a halt, and he completely surrendered to you. His clenched muscles finally loosened as he relaxed into the bed.

Then he started truly enjoying the feeling of being pleasured in your mouth. 

It felt so intense. More intense than any other instance he’d experienced before. You weren’t rushing him into finishing. You weren’t even trying to make him cum. Licking slow stripes on his cock, slurping on his precum, having him leisurely sink into your mouth until his tip reached the back of your throat, just savoring his taste. You had nowhere else to be. 

Chris was so overwhelmed that he was pressing his palms on his eyes, letting himself get nuked by unmatched bliss. He felt like he was being possessed by something, or like he was drowning but it was such a pleasant feeling. Then he opened his eyes and started watching you. The way you were pressing your lips all over him. The way you were enjoying him. He felt so naked and defenseless in front of you that he wanted to cry. But he moaned instead. He moaned louder when you wrapped your lips around him again. He moaned louder when you moved your tongue on his popping veins again. He moaned even louder when you started stroking him in the same rhythm as you were blowing him. He moaned the loudest when you let out content hums with him fully in your mouth as he shot his entire load down your throat just like in his fantasies. You crawled your way back up and kissed his lips for a while until he came down. He basked himself in his taste on your tongue.

When he was able to perceive the world through normal vision again, Chris slowly pushed you down to have you lie on your back, and started paying some much-deserved attention to your breasts. He loved watching your nipples get that hard and he was finally able to tease them in his mouth for the first time. God, what a beautiful thing you were. What a beautiful, sexy, angelic lust demon you were with that tattoo hugging your body, turning him on beyond humanely possible. He traced every single detail on it with his tongue until he finally reached your crotch, torturing you with the anticipation of what he was going to do to you next.

Chris remembered your taste. It was only a couple of drops, but he still remembered it like it was yesterday. Tastiest fucking thing on earth, especially so because he’d got you soaking like that in the first place. And now he was directly looking at the source, an infinite number of servings right in front of him to stuff himself full to his heart’s content.

He tenderly caressed your pussy with his thumb first, carving every detail into memory. What your clit looked like when aroused, how you throbbed when he even slightly teased you, the shape of your folds before he sucked the life out of you. 

Then he dragged his tongue from your entrance up to your clit and smeared your juices everywhere. He spat on your pussy just for his viewing pleasure, just to watch some bodily fluid of his drip down your cunt. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and his lips around your clit, sucking, and sucking, and sucking on you some more.

You were a mess under him. 

“Do you like it?” Chris broke the deafening silence with a barely audible whisper, “Am I pleasing you right?”

A part of you wanted to ride the shit out of his face, but another part of you wanted this to last forever. He changed his ministrations from sucking to licking slow stripes on you with occasional kisses right under your clit every once in a while. The pressure of his tongue was just right, and he was already flying you out of your body.

“It feels… it feels fucking… perfect,” you barely managed to speak as your eyes rolled back.

When you moaned like that, Chris felt himself get hard again. He shifted in his place to be able to reach his cock and started stroking himself in a very lazy rhythm while slowly licking you. The sight of him doing that was so fucking erotic that it put you in a hypnotic state of arousal. You couldn’t talk. You didn’t know what words were anymore. All you could produce was incoherent sounds of pleasure in varying frequencies. Quiet, sudden increase in volume, a decrescendo, quiet again, a crescendo, a frustrated whine, a delighted moan, a crescendo, and a decrescendo again.

He kept edging you thinking it would maybe cause you to beg, but you didn’t mind it at all. If he was down for it, who were you to tell him to hurry up and finish you? You were enjoying this a bit too much for your own good. Just him in your bed, between your legs, soaking you through your sheets all the way to your mattress, perhaps enjoying himself a bit more than you. 

He was drawing languid circles around your clit and freehand lines on your folds, then spreading your pussy lips to suck on you a bit more, but the amount you were oozing didn’t seem to satisfy him. Then he started stimulating you more aggressively, lapping at your clit, licking into your entrance, fucking you excruciatingly shallowly with his tongue, smearing his entire face with your slick and fucking loving it.

“CHRIS!!!”

It was everything he wanted to hear. You, screaming his name as you came into his mouth, clawing your bedsheets with how overwhelmed you were, losing yourself in narcotic pleasure only he could provide for you. You kissed each other deep for a long time afterwards, exploring what your flavors mixed with each other tasted like. Chris rested his back against your headboard and pulled you on top of him.

“Come up.” 

You took your time straddling him, and the closer he got to being inside you, the more nervous he was feeling as if he was about to lose his virginity to you all over again. 

This was really happening.

Call it ridiculous, but experiencing a first with you in whatever capacity felt very weirdly intimate to him. His eyes were intently glued on your pussy as you aligned yourself with him, and when he finally started sinking into you, a drawn-out hiss fell from his lips until he bottomed out. You held his gaze and clenched hard with a smirk on your face.

“Yes!” Chris slammed his hands on your sides, “Squeeze me.”

He held your waist and disappeared into while you grinded on him to meet him halfway. You were so tight around him that stretching you for himself was mindnumbingly delicious.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” Chris asked with a grin.

“What if I am?”

“I don’t give a shit and I’m still creampieing you.”

You both started laughing in unison, and he pulled you close for a kiss. You were somewhat scared of this moment getting ruined, and you could almost swear that Chris was feeling the same way. You closed your eyes to relish the feeling of each other meeting in the most secluded corners of your body.

You felt so full every time he slid inside, but not in a carnal way. In a this feels so right way. On the flip side, for the first time in a long time, Chris didn’t feel like lost half anymore. He felt complete when he was inside you. He felt whole. 

If you wanted this to last forever, then Chris wanted it to last forever times infinity. 

“Lay down on my chest.”

Chris kept fucking into you, he couldn’t stop kissing your face. Your forehead. Your nose. Your cheeks. Your lips. Your jawline. 

You moaned a tinge louder when he kissed your neck, and he felt you clench around him.

“Is it this spot?”

He deepened the kiss on your neck, and you felt your skin getting wetter. God, you loved this feeling. You tangled your fingers in his disheveled hair. You kissed his temple. You kissed the crown of his head. He throbbed inside you.

You suddenly found yourself on your back with one swift turn, and Chris put your legs on his shoulders. When he started fucking you hard, your hands traveled up his forearms and landed on his biceps. You scratched him, and he went faster. You scratched him harder, and he went even faster.

“D–drawer,” you pointed at your nightstand, “Bullet.”

“Tell me what you want me to do. Ah, fuck!” Chris threw his head back when he hit a dead end inside you, but slowed down to allow you to speak properly, “Words, baby, use your words.”

You clenched so fucking hard that it almost made him cum.

“Did you just call me baby?”

He faltered for a moment not knowing how to respond to that, but you didn’t seem angry. If he was in his right mind, he could come up with a clever way to slither out of this, but he didn’t see any point in lying at that moment.

“I think it suits you,” he smiled at you warmly instead.

Chris opened your drawer to grab the vibrator, but he couldn’t help his surprised smile, barely dodging bursting into laughter.

“Isn’t this the bullet I gave you that one time?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Why are you embarrassed? I’m literally balls deep in you.”

You attempted to grab it from his hands, but he didn’t let you have it. He turned it on and placed it on your clit himself, and the volume of your moans suddenly peaked.

“Feels good, yeah?”

“Deeper,” you sank your fingertips into his arms, “Fuck me deeper!”

He changed his angle and started hitting a spot inside you. It felt soft. Wetter than usual. It felt… It sorta felt like—

“How the fuck are you blowing me when I’m inside you?!”

“That’s it right there!” you held onto him for dear life, “Hit that hard.”

Your words made him throb so fucking hard that it almost made you cum.

“Did you just tell me to hit that?”

You thought you said something wrong in the heat of the moment, but when you looked into Chris’ eyes, you saw something maniacal in them. He reappeared right before your eyes something very akin to a goddamn incubus.

“Oh, I’ll hit that. I’ll hit that good,” he started fucking you with sharp, precise thrusts, “I’ll hit that so hard, you’ll be seeing stars for a week… baby.”

The moment you started contracting around him in shorter intervals, Chris urged you to snap your eyes open.

“Look at me,” he panted heavily over you, “Don’t. Don’t ever forget this feeling. Ever.”

Then he turned the intensity of the vibrator on your clit to the maximum, and you arched into him, feeling your soul get ripped out of your body.

“That’s my fucking girl,” Chris contorted his face in utter pleasure as you came all over his cock, and let himself spill inside you. Again. And again. And again until he collapsed. 

There were only sounds of heavy panting in the room for a while as neither of you was able to come down. At long last, Chris managed to turn to his side to look at you and immediately broke into a very content smile.

“You’re glowing,” he drew circles with his index finger on your chest, “I kinda dig this look on you.”

“Just sh–”

“Shut up, I know,” he kissed your smile, “I’ll shut up.”

He turned you to your side, kissed the spot between your shoulder blades, then wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You were just finished fucking each other’s brains out, but you still felt his semi on your hips. He was subtly grinding on you, thinking you wouldn’t notice maybe, but you couldn’t help laughing.

“You can, by the way.”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you trying to slither your way into cockwarming?”

“You said it, not me. Since you insist,” he snugly slid inside you, but of course it didn’t stop there.

“Behave.”

“But then who’s gonna fuck my cum deeper into you?”

“Chris…”

“Fuck, that feels a bit too good,” he started caressing your pussy while lazily fucking into you, “I kinda need another round.”

“Christopher!”

“Oh yeah, baby, say my full name. You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

You both burst into loud laughters as Chris opted for tickling the crap out of your first, but it calmed down soon with his kisses all over your face. It was just so easy to give in to him. Then another round started where he made you cum. Then another started where you made him cum. Then another. Then another. You fucked each other until the darkness clocked out and changed shifts with the morning. Until you were both too damn sore and spent to go on.

It was finally quiet in your room. There was only peaceful silence. You were laying on your side with your back turned against Chris, gently breathing, and Chris’ head was buried in the crook of your neck.

“You just see right through me, don’t you?” he softly whispered with a broken smile and kissed your hair, “Of course it wasn’t about buying some damn condom. I just…” 

He took a deep breath, careful not to wake you up, and continued.

“I’ve never made love to someone before. I don’t know how. I didn’t– I didn’t want you to think…”

Giving up on trying to stitch words together, he quietly pleaded to you, wishing he could wear his heart on his sleeve instead.

“I’m so scared you’re going to regret this. Please don’t regret this,” he hugged you tighter and finally drifted to sleep.

Chris thought you were sleeping all along, but you were wide awake since that very first sentence. You could try going back to sleep maybe, but the tears running down your face wouldn’t let you be.

This cannot mean anything, you had urged him.

But it fucking did.

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「𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗」 · course iii

❝𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎.❞

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That evening wasn’t the first time Chris caught himself randomly thinking about you.

Getting on someone’s nerves, teasing them to no end just to watch their reactions shouldn’t have been this much fun, but it just was. You were just so interesting. Since day one. You became even more interesting when he started raiding your dreams. He had a magnifying glass to look right into your deepest desires now, study them for not-so-pure motives, and they had become his favorite movies to watch. You seemed to find him just as fascinating. He seemed to turn you on just as much, to the extent that you would concoct private shows for him under the transparent veil of obliviousness. You could have just asked him to come watch you, but he understood where you were coming from. Sometimes it felt much better when it felt wrong, didn’t it? The things that weren’t meant to be confessed out loud were always much more delicious. Like any forbidden fruit was.

“Is this bagel to your liking?”

He turned to his right in the backseat of the lavish Bentley that was supposed to take you out of town to The Culinary Institute and watched you settle in. You were unknowingly twinning with Chris with your matching black blazer and jeans attire, but while he was clad in his silver chains around his neck and wrist, you had golden details to contrast him like the buttons of your jacket and the delicate knuckle rings you had on.

“Perfectly golden Asiago,” he observed after checking you out from head to toe, “How’d you know it’s my favorite?”

“It is?”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind demolishing one all of a sudden,” he nonchalantly commented and reached for the perfectly cooled bottle sitting in the bucket in front of him, “Champagne?”

“Stop being nice, Chef, it’s weird,” you contorted your face while pushing your weekender bag under the seat in front of you.

“Don’t be formal with me,” he handed you a sweating flute and proceeded to pour a handsome amount of the bubbly drink for himself, “This is not dinner service. We’re just going to have a good time.”

You were so used to Chris’ threatening tone whenever he was not yelling that the change in his demeanor felt like whiplash, not to mention the subtly flirtatious undertones of his request. You hadn’t even taken one sip from the champagne yet something warm was already spreading all over your face and… well… your other parts.

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Of course,” he shrugged, not getting why you were this surprised, “I’m your commanding officer only at work. We’re just two colleagues outside.”

You couldn’t help your smile. The validation meant everything to you as a professional.

As an individual, however…

“No takebacks, Christopher,” you slurped on your glass obnoxiously. He smirked in return and got back to the notes he had in his hands.

“Got any toys on you today?” he asked without looking at you, his voice so aloof one would think he was asking you about the weather. You avoided choking on your drink at the last second.

“Sure, I brought you a stroker,”  you deadpanned, “You want it now or later?”

“Don’t make me pat you down,” he faced you again, firm like a teacher asking the resident troublemaker of the class to behave on a school trip, “I can’t have you cumming on the podium. This is a serious event.”

“No, I don’t have any toys on me and I won’t be cumming on the podium. You have my word. Happy?”

“We’ll see about that,” he stared you down, barely able to stop himself from smiling.

After a ninety-minute drive, you arrived at your destination. The second Chris stepped foot into the building, he was of course welcomed like the celebrity he was. You felt privileged to be affiliated with him as it was, let alone being invited to an event like this, and while his success had nothing to do with you, you were still beaming with pride watching him get showered with love and respect.

“Chef Bang, what an honor!” the moderator of the event exclaimed with a shriek-like greeting.

“The honor is mine,” Chris firmly shook the woman’s hand with a charming smile and introduced you, “This is the associate I’ve told you about. You might as well change the name of the Q&A to Chef Corneille Dish Session.”

After shaking your hand, she laughed a bit too loudly while touching his arm and led the way inside the auditorium.

“Yes offense, it wasn’t that funny,” you muttered in a voice only Chris can hear, “She wants you to fuck her. Hard.”

“The only way I know how,” he responded with his warm smile reserved for strangers as if you were talking about some benign topic, “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Maybe it’s my only business, fucking tease,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Let’s go inside.”

All in all, the event was a success. Chris was nothing but endlessly charismatic throughout, making perfect use of his quick wit while engaging in banter with the audience, so it was understandable why the entire room had the fattest crush on him. To you, however, it was a little weird to see him like this. These wholesome shenanigans were most definitely a front, not that his true colors were completely offputting, but you couldn’t comprehend why he felt like he couldn’t show more of his actual self to people. It wasn’t like he was completely hiding it—half the reason Wolfgang had a full house day after day was to watch the open kitchen action and his relentless temper tantrums. Was he just portraying himself as a showbiz maniac who was otherwise utterly pleasant?

Or was there something else entirely that ran deeper?

“This was lovely, Chef. We would love to invite you for dinner tonight,” the woman whose name you learned to be Lily alluringly smiled at him, which made you question whether this was a group dinner invitation or if she was legitimately asking him out on a date.

“I appreciate it very much, but as you can imagine, we’re a little travel-worn,” he politely declined, “Raincheck for the next time we’re in town, though!”

Chris basically rushed you out of that room towards the car before anybody had any chance to insist and instructed the driver to go back to the hotel.

“Why’d you say no?”

“I’m not gonna waste my time with what they consider good food when we’re staying at a fucking Conrad,” he explained straightforwardly, “You didn’t think I picked that hotel because the rooms are comfortable, did you?”

“You could have totally gotten laid tonight. Just saying.”

“The night is still young,” he spread his legs as wide as he could to make himself comfortable and turned to you, “Who’s to say I won’t?”

You tried your best to be subtle while staring at his crotch, but whether you were successful or not was a bit questionable.

Chris had asked for a table in the semi-private penthouse dining room in order to peacefully eat away from the prying eyes since he was in no mood to be cordial with the masses. You were in the middle of admiring the tastefully decorated spacious dining room as well as the fantastic view it offered right in front of the table when the head chef of the hotel walked in to greet Chris personally. 

“Chef Marshall Martin,” the good-looking man roughly around the same age as Chris politely kissed your hand and introduced himself, “Huge pleasure to have you here. Chris and I go way back.”

“Please, the pleasure is all mine,” you reciprocated his warm smile as he guided you to your seats.

“Didn’t know you were capable of taking someone on a date,” Marshall teased Chris and gestured to a waiter to attend to you, “Feel free to go off the menu. What can I get you?”

You stole a glance from Chris, waiting for him to correct the misinformation that this was a date, but he didn’t bother. He knowingly smiled instead as his eyes scanned all the dining options available and then he put down the leather-bound menu that was the size of a yearbook for a small school.

“Do you mind if I order for both of us?”

“Not at all.”

“Oysters with macerated lemon as appetizers. As for the entrée, roasted meat with wine reduction and spiced honey sauce with maca salad on the side. We’ll see about the rest.”

He had uttered all his orders in a single breath as if he were reciting a poem he had memorized. You, on the other hand, were questioning whether his choices were at all deliberate or not. Oysters, capsaicin, honey, maca… You weren’t dumb. You knew what these foods allegedly were. 

Fucking aphrodisiacs.

“He’s really into you, huh? I hope you have protection on you, miss,” the chef shot you a mischievous smile, then addressed Chris directly, “Right away, friend.”

You took the liberty of choosing the wine to pair with your food and waited until your conversation with the sommelier was over to say something, needlessly going over the recommendations over and over again just to have Chris seethe in his chair.

“Really into me,” you echoed the chef’s words back to Chris with a straight face when you were finally alone, “Yet he hasn’t even asked me if I have a boyfriend or not.”

His face instantly fell at your insinuation. No, he hadn’t asked that, but… Wasn’t it a given that you were single considering—?

“Y-you do?”

You dragged on the suspense examining every single detail on his face. How his eyes very slightly widened, how he gulped, how his posture got tense all of a sudden, and you had the time of your fucking life doing that.

“No, I don’t,” you eventually answered, completely cracking your façade with an annoying grin. 

You got him so good that his relief couldn’t have been more apparent. You downright burst into heartfelt laughter as he rolled his eyes and reached for the glass of water in front of him.

“Why the fuck would you say that then, jesus fucking…” he downed the cold liquid in one go to calm down.

The venue, the view, the food, the conversation, everything was just so pleasant. By the end of the wine bottle, you were both properly buzzed and filterless, and the night only promised to get more candid with the two Brandy Alexanders that arrived at the table to serve as your digestifs.

“Okay, I gotta come clean about something,” you reached for your purse and fished for something in it, “I didn’t have it in me, but I did lie to you.”

When you showed him the slightly curved pastel purple bullet vibrator you had with you, Chris started laughing his ass off.

“You have a fucking problem, you know?”

“Whatevs, dude. I’m not gonna apologize for enjoying a sex-positive lifestyle.”

“Is that fancy talk for being super horny?” he raised his brows, “Why are you this worked up all the time?”

“It’s called having a high sex drive.”

He looked infinitely entertained, but when his laughter receded into the darkness, his expression got a tinge more serious. He looked like he was about to say something but was in desperate pursuit of the right things to say.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” you sipped on the creamy drink. Chris took a brief pause and finally spilled the beans.

“What you said to Minho the other day,” he started scratching his napkin without looking at you, “How come you can talk about these things so openly?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” you shrugged, “Just because you’re into some uncommon stuff doesn’t mean there’s something fundamentally wrong with you.” 

“You’re not scared people would judge you for it?”

“They can if they want. At the end of the day, I’m the one who gets to have fulfilling sex while they are stuck with their orgasmless lives,” you leaned back in your chair and crossed your legs under the table, “Don’t you have anything you enjoy a little left of the center that makes your toes curl really hard?”

Man, did he. 

Ironically enough, this was the first time anyone had openly asked him such a question—besides the people who had to know, that is. Otherwise, how was he going to get his money’s worth? Even talking to an experienced professional felt like he was losing five years of his life every single time. Sure, professional. He knew it. He just fucking knew that they thought he was a freak and wondered when he would stop visiting.

“Maybe,” he responded, eyes intently on his glass.

“Such as?”

He averted his eyes again. He wasn’t talking, but his silence told you everything you needed to know. That was why he had asked you that very question in the first place, wasn’t it? He really thought you would judge him for something like this.

Just what kind of people was Chris surrounded with to feel this way?

“Oh, come on. It’s not fair you know something that personal about me when I don’t know anything in return,” you nudged him a little.

“Then you shouldn’t have blurted it out.”

“What do you want as a guarantee?” you put your bargaining chip on the table to encourage him to open up to you, “I feel like simply giving you my word is not going to cut it.”

“No, it’s not,” Chris finally looked you in the eyes again, “Tell me something you wouldn’t tell anyone else that easily. Something that you would only tell someone you trust.”

Only someone you trust. 

You might have been comfortable in your own skin, but that obviously didn’t mean you would randomly share intimate details about yourself with strangers out of context. You had your fair share of skeletons locked in some closet somewhere, and the only reason you felt like you could joke about that with Minho that one time was… well, because it was Minho—a firm believer of ‘To each his own’ that gave no fucks, so you didn’t make much of it. It was simple banter. Then you suddenly remembered what Chris said to you in his office. 

Trust is not given. It’s fucking earned.

No wonder he was the most private person you knew. He was actually asking you to give him a reason so that he could begin to trust you.

“Oh, boy,” you jokingly hissed, “This is where you’ll think I’m super weird, isn’t it?”

“I would never do such a thing.” 

You knew he meant it. His voice came out firm, but not in its usual assertive tone. More like he was confronting you. Telling you that it was a lie.

It tugged at your heartstrings for some reason.

“Fine,” you heaved a very deep sigh, “I love possessiveness in bed. As a kink, not as a personality trait. Let’s get that super clear.”

“Possessiveness?” Chris contorted his face in mild confusion, “That’s what you think is outrageous?”

“It is because as much as it’s about belongingness, I like the extreme version of it during play.”

“Extreme as in?”

“The idea of having someone I’m into maniacally crazy about me does things to me. That’s as far as devotion can get.”

Oh. 

You were one of those, huh? A claim enthusiast who liked pushing the boundaries of worship to the next level. Simply telling you how beautiful you were wouldn’t do it for you, would it? You needed something more. Much more. A twisted proof of loyalty no matter how make-believe it was.

His pulse started escalating unbeknownst to him as if he was in the middle of watching a very tense scene of some suspense movie.

“So what is it? Is there an act associated with it, or…?”

“It’s the talk actually. Say we’re in the middle of sex and all of a sudden you go batshit crazy about how some guy looked at me earlier that day, throw pretend threats around, and fuck me harder because, and I quote, I’m yours only,” you grabbed your glass and looked right into his eyes, “I live for that shit.”

Yours only. 

So it was true—you did have a thing for claiming. Chris could actually feel something shifting in him, clicking together like a perfect match with his own longings, and it was getting much harder to restrain himself.

“Is that limited to roleplaying only, or do you have a thing for dirty talk in general?”

“Whatever feels natural. I’m agnostic about scripted sex, but I do believe in the potency of heartfelt cursing,” you put down your glass and clasped your hands on the table, “And if my partner starts moaning my name, I’ll probably cream myself five minutes in. Sound is a powerful thing.”

“So you like it when your partner is vocal.”

“You don’t? How else would you know there is mutual pleasure?” you made a fair point, “Would you rather I wait for my needs to dawn on you, or straight up tell you to fuck me as hard as you can when you’re choking me?”

His face changed drastically. You were doing it again, saying all these things, not having the slightest clue about how much it was affecting him. How much you were driving him crazy. How feral he was going just with your words alone. Or maybe you knew it perfectly and you were doing it on fucking purpose.

You flashed a satisfied smile when he gulped that thickly and got up to head to the restroom.

“Exactly,” you stroked under his chin with two of your fingers before you walked away and whispered into his ear, “Christopher.”

His eyes automatically closed when you touched him, and he felt his cock twitch hard as he let out a loud exhale.

God, I need to fuck you.

Chris never thought he’d see the day he would witness a reflection of himself in a different shade. Sure, he found you gorgeous, but it wasn’t simply a matter of looks. You were just so unapologetically yourself that he couldn’t help getting more and more attracted to you with every exchange. There was no way he could prove it, but you felt like a long-lost piece of him, and he just knew it in his bones that sex with you would be atom rearranging.

“Alright, where were we?” you pulled him back to earth when you returned to the table.

“You were giving me a handy tutorial on how to fuck you just right.”

Jesus fucking—

That was nothing short of impulsively divulging your intrusive thoughts like some subcategory of Tourette’s. He didn’t mean to say that out loud at all. Chris was still so much under the influence of his internal monologue about you that he blurted out without thinking, and even he knew how crass that came across. He was actually getting ready to correct himself before you beat him to breaking the silence and let out a heartfelt laughter.

“Yeah, about that, why am I the only one telling you about these things?” you furrowed your brows, “Long story short, just communicate with your partner and you’re golden.”

“Yeah, nah,” Chris reached for some water in response.

“Why not?”

“I’m not about to confess to someone that I enjoy the idea of defiling the fuck out of them when I’ll never see them again, okay? I need some aspects of my life to remain private.” 

“Defiling the fuck out of them, huh? Interesting,” you started drawing circles on the rim of your glass and tilted your head, “And what does that defiling entail exactly?”

The way you were looking at him, your posture, your voice… You were just so seductive that it was messing with his head, and he could feel how he was getting more defenseless by the second. He took a deep breath before answering and tried to pass it as an aloof comment.

“For example, I love it when my partner wears makeup.”

“How is that defiling them?”

“So that I can ruin it for myself.”

You throbbed so hard between your legs. Your expression must have visibly changed, too, since Chris seemed to have found a little more courage to elaborate.

“Your lipstick all over my cock. Your mascara running because of how much I’m making you sweat. That’s the dream,” he sipped on his drink while eating you alive with his eyes, “Am I wrong to assume you also like being watched in secret?”

“I like it when a partner watches me, not some random stranger. There’s a difference.”

“I wasn’t your partner, though.”

A sinister smile appeared on his lips, and you reciprocated it. Yes, he wasn’t a partner—you didn’t have sex on a technicality, but he wasn’t a random stranger, either. He was this magnificent thing that was haunting your dreams, and it was becoming impossible to resist his magnetism, not that you wanted to in the first place.

“Do you want to be?”

Chris just licked his lips in response while checking you out from head to toe. His mind was crawling with everything he wanted to do to you and good fucking god just why did you have to look like that?

“I enjoyed watching you,” he finally answered, “Maybe a bit too much.”

“Did you like what you saw?”

“Who doesn’t like custom porn? You look incredible when you cum,” his eyes slowly darted to your chest, “But you turn into a fucking goddess when you say my name.”

“Duly noted, Christopher,” you emphatically replied and finished your drink, “Enough about me. Time to spill.”

“Spill what?”

“What do your demons do when no one’s looking?”

Well, it was fair trade. You had answered all his questions quite satisfactorily thus far, so he could answer a couple for you in return.

“They tempt me to speed in the wrong lane.”

“Yeah? How’s that working out for you?”

“Okay, I guess,” he responded, seemingly indifferent, “Not everyone has the willingness to drive that fast, though.”

Maybe he had earned his trust issues, you wouldn’t know, but Chris was still not giving you straightforward answers. You wondered what it would take for him to confide in you.

“One of my hobbies is trying to get out of speeding tickets, just FYI.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it with me,” he warned, “I don’t stop when the motion sickness hits.”

“Do I look like a carpool rider to you?”

“No, but I’m not sure if you’ve driven a Porsche before. That ain’t the same thing as a Prius, you know.”

“No one’s ever offered to take me on a ride in a Porsche, but I did ride an eighteen-wheeler all by myself once. Does this answer your question?”

The more you talked, the more he was getting turned on—to such an extent that he was on the brink of risking it all. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt your foot on his, slowly sliding up his leg. 

You fucking know I can’t dick you down right here right now so you’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you? You’re a fucking demon.

“You don’t understand,” he closed his eyes to practice self-restraint, “I will want to hurt you every once in a while.”

“Context is everything,” you reached for his glass and stole a sip, “Is it to cause me actual discomfort or is there an underlying pleasure-related reason?”

“Like, I have a thing for biting.”

“What about it gets you going so much?”

“I don’t know. It’s like a temporary tattoo,” he explained further, “I like leaving traces on someone’s body.”

“So it’s not that you want to hurt me, but you want to mark me,” you corrected him to reassure him, “It’s not as scandalous as you think.”

You suddenly remembered your dreams. Not that it was any reflection of reality, but if there was an opportunity to fact-check, it was this.

“Neither is being into discipline, by the way.”

Chris heard that one word, and his lips involuntarily parted. Why? Why would you say that? Why would you even fucking mention that when it was his goddamn kryptonite?!

“So you want to pull my hair or spank me when I allegedly don’t listen to you. You can,” you casually informed him, “Choking is also not off the table in case you were wondering.”

He almost malfunctioned. He quite literally couldn’t have been any more seduced than this, and it was driving him crazy how nonchalant you were being.

“How do you even know you can trust me?” he finally asked the question he had been holding on to.

“I don’t,” you replied with no hesitation, “I’m just choosing to.”

“That’s one hell of a risk to take, don’t you reckon?”

“Where’s the fun if you’re not willing to take risks every once in a while?” you leaned back into your chair, “And if you’re a maniac, I’ll just press charges and sue your ass if I survive your murder attempt.”

He liked your dark humor. He loved it actually. You saw the first genuine smile he flashed ever since you met him, and it made your heart flutter.

“Anything for dessert, sir?”

Chris looked at you to give the waiter your order if you had any, and the opportunity had basically fallen in your lap.

“Do you have Boston Cream Pie on your menu by any chance?”

“Unfortunately no, miss, but we can have it prepared right away.”

“Pity. That’s my absolute favorite,” you responded looking directly at Chris, then warmly smiled at your waiter, “Let’s not burden the chef. Thank you very much.”

“Well, I will burden the chef,” Chris intervened, “We would like two of his famous figs to go, please. Slow baked with saffron glaze.”

“Right away, sir.”

The man left after refreshing your water glasses. All of a sudden, the bubble encapsulating your table started pulsating with faint buzzes of electricity. Chris would not look away from you as though trying to decode a century-long mystery in your eyes, and his smile was anything but tame.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice what you’ve been up to with your eccentric food choices all night,” you finally called him out.

“What am I up to?”

“You’re trying to get into my pants.”

“So perceptive,” he quipped, “I think it’s safe to say I’ll emerge victorious, though.”

“Arrogant much?”

“Are you denying how much you want to jump me right now?” 

You didn’t answer, but you couldn’t help the smile smeared on your lips, either. Chris, on the other hand, was thinking about how beautiful you looked every time you smiled at him like that.

“You really like Boston Cream Pie that much?”

You took a graceful sip from your glass, making sure to leave a moist print on the rim, then answered him with a straight face.

“I don’t eat anything else,” you licked the droplets off your lips, “That’s the staple food of a breeding enthusiast.”

“A breeding enthusiast, huh?” he feigned surprise, “What a coincidence that I never carry condoms on me.”

“You’re not scared we might have an accident?”

“Breeding enthusiasts are all talk no play. If I look into your purse, I bet my ass I’ll find your birth control pills.”

You burst out laughing, and it was so contagious that he joined in. His dimples… Oh, god, his dimples needed to come with a heart attack warning.

“Touché.”

“The presidential suite has one hell of a kitchen here,” he provided an unsolicited fact, “We can make the pie you’re craving so bad if you like.”

“Aren’t you the gentleman for offering?”

He reached into his blazer and flashed a keycard between two of his fingers. 

“Spend the night with me.”

You already knew where this was going, but it still started a riot in the pit of your stomach when he said it with so much intention. If you so much as slipped for one second, you were actually going to jump him right at that table.

“So you’re not asking, but you’re telling me to,” you quipped with an annoying grin.

“Yet you’re still not saying no.”

How could you? How could anyone for that matter? Who the fuck possessed the unmatched willpower and nerves of steel to say no to this glorious creature?

“I’d love to,” you finally gave him the answer he had been waiting for.

This was strictly sex in a neutral zone. In neither’s room. You covered your bases as you were headed to what was going to be a messy crime scene soon enough.

“What are your hard no’s?” Chris asked in the elevator, “Anywhere you don’t like being touched?”

“Just go with the flow, but the only bodily fluids I’m willing to exchange are cum, saliva, sweat, and occasional tears. You can do the math for the rest.” 

“You okay with me being rough with you?”

“It’s fine. If I’m ever uncomfortable, I’ll tap you on the shoulder three times to pace it down,” you informed him as you walked out, “Your dealbreakers?”

“Anything goes as long as you know whatever we do is just play. I won’t literally mean anything I say,” he fished for the keycard in his blazer, “And I don’t cuddle. When we’re done here, we’ll go back to our rooms.”

“Fair enough.”

The door clicked open with the swipe of the card, and the moment you stepped inside you could feel there was something pulsating in the air. The anticipation had built up so much that it wouldn’t be completely in the realm of impossible if you came the second he touched you. You took a minute to take in the night view through the panoramic window the bed was facing, trying to calm your nerves as much as you could.

Because this wasn’t just sex. This was sex with Chris.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” he wanted to confirm one last time, “I won’t ask again.”

You turned around to face him upon hearing his voice. Still unsure. Still somewhat hesitant. Still waiting for you to say no for some reason.

“I’m a big girl who knows what she wants, Chris,” you started walking towards him in front of the bed, “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes,” he replied with a total lack of pause.

“Then let’s see if you can really rewire my brain,” you threw your arms around his neck, “Before I rewire yours.”

You closed the distance between you until there was barely any air passing between you and whispered against his lips.

“Defile me.”

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it. Don’t throw that word around lightly,” he urged in panic and closed his eyes, “If I start, I will not stop.”

“Look at me.”

He was breathing heavily, trying to compose himself very much in vain. How would that ever be possible when you were that close to him? When your scent filled his nostrils to the brim? When he could practically taste you?

“From this moment on you own my body,” you held his chin. 

Chris was on the brink of going fucking insane. You touched his face, hellfire in your eyes screaming at him how serious you were. Then your lips slowly made their way into his ear. 

“But in return, I own yours.”

The tension building up between you for weeks exploded so fucking hard that it left not a single shred of sanity behind. In one-tenth of a second, you felt his grip on your nape pulling you in for a kiss. That couldn’t even be described as a kiss; he was practically inhaling you whole. You had never had such full lips invading yours before, and it felt a million times better than your dreams. Much hotter. Much wetter. He tasted like a lust reduction—the remnants of chocolate from the drink you shared mixed with his natural flavor so dense on your tongue that it was invading all your tastebuds. You grabbed the collar of his blazer and dragged him on top of you on the bed.

“Don’t you wanna know what’s been happening to your underwear?” he took a short breather from devouring you.

“I have an inkling.” 

“Yeah? How so?”

“I’d do the same if I had yours,” you bit into his lips, “You’re jerking off on them thinking about how much you want to defile me, aren’t you?”

You were just too good to be true. Chris was still trying not to go full berserk on you, but this was your fault for relentlessly seducing him the whole night. He was already marking hickeys all over your neck, then drawing a wet trail towards your chest. His hands peeled your shirt off you as you got rid of his top, both pieces of fabric getting almost ripped to shreds in the meantime, and he almost had a stroke finally seeing your bare chest in the flesh.

“Gorgeous,” he wiped his thumbs on your hardened nipples, drooling at the sight of them, “You’re fucking gorgeous. Fuck!”

It wasn’t even anything that extraordinary. Just him, topless, towering over your body on his knees as he was unbuckling his belt, but you could literally feel your loins burning. There could simply be nobody with a figure as mouthwatering as Chris’, and you were in complete disbelief that it belonged to you tonight. He took off your jeans, and there you were, only covered in a piece of black garment under him.

“That’s too fucking sexy,” he brushed his fingers along the waistband of the lace, “Did you expect to get fucked tonight?”

“People don’t only wear sexy lingerie when they want to get laid, you know.”

“You’re saying I played no part in your choice?”

“No.”

“I love the way you lie to me, beautiful.”

Beautiful.

The word kept echoing inside your head until it was the only thing you could register. You shamelessly grinned at him, and he reflected it back to you twofold. Feeling his body weight on you pushed you to an even more crazed state when he leaned in to steal a couple of more kisses from you. They were getting deeper and a tinge more unhinged with each swirl of his tongue around yours.

“Touch,” he eventually guided your hand over his boxers.

That second you reached for him felt like it dragged on for minutes. You’d been dying to know what he felt like for weeks now, and now you had full permission to scratch the itch that wasn’t leaving you alone even in your dreams. Closer. Closer. Much closer until you finally finally established skin-to-skin contact when you slipped your hand inside.

“Holy shit!” you inadvertently exclaimed when you felt his size in your palm.

“Too big for you to take?” he contently smirked at your reaction.

“Geez, are you one of those that need to hear how big they are to function properly?” you scoffed, “Be humble. Don’t ruin it.”

“Why? Doesn’t it get to your head when you hear what a perfect ass you have?” he dragged your bottom lip down with his thumb, then proceeded to fondle your breasts, “Don’t you like hearing you can kill a man with these?”

How the fuck did he know?!

He was literally airing the dirtiest laundry you had tucked away in some dark corner of your subconscious as if he was a permanent resident there all this time. Well, he actually was considering how much you’d been thinking about him, but still… Still…

“Kill a man, huh?” you put your hands on his and squeezed them, “Suck on them hard enough, maybe you can taste something else.”

You’d just said that to see whether there was any truth to it at all. To confirm whether the intense movies you watched when you were knocked out were based on true stories.

And judging by how hard Chris throbbed with that loud exhale, it seemed— It seemed like…

He lowered himself on your body, and you felt the warm wetness of his tongue swiping across the pebbled skin, teasing it, sucking on it, gently grazing his teeth on it as he would do while making out with you, hyperfocused on reconnecting the nerve endings on your nipples straight to your clit. You closed your eyes, and your fingers slithered in his hair, caressing him, thinking about how hard he would snap if you pulled on it right then and there.

“Just say it once,” he climbed the moist path he paved up your neck and sucked on your earlobe while breathily whispering, “It wouldn’t kill you to stroke my ego a little bit.”

“Your ego,” you sarcastically giggled, “Is that the name you gave to your cock?”

You felt the vibrations of his chuckle reverberate throughout your entire body, and it was just so pleasant to listen to. Chris wasn’t even fishing for praise; he was literally asking for it. 

Had you been seeing fucking premonitions all this time by any chance?

“No, it’s not too big for me to take,” you looked into his eyes, then ran your hands down his back from his shoulders, “But it is mouth-watering to think how much I’ll struggle when you stretch me.”

“You leave that to me. Just worry about creaming all over it, beautiful,” he started caressing your pussy with two of his fingers, “Give yourself to me now. Completely. All of you.”

Chris had been arousing you so fucking much the entire night that you had actually soaked through the layer of fabric. Getting you this wet barely doing anything was inflating his ego more than anything, and although he had promised himself to take it slow, he knew how miserably he was going to fail when he licked his fingers to get one taste of you.

He hooked his fingers behind your underwear and slid it down at a pace so slow, but that wasn’t to tease you. He was trying to mentally brace himself for impact for he didn’t know how hard he could snap when he was finally face to face with your drenched cunt. You tugged on his waistband to signal him to take it off for you, and while you were completely unaware of his internal clash, you were the one that almost shoved him into the mattress when you caught a glimpse of how much he was leaking because of you. His veins so traceable on his massive girth forced your salivary glands to start working over capacity.

You didn’t even need to tell him how big he was anymore. Watching you drool at his sight was everything Chris could ask for at that moment.

He descended between your legs, and the warmth of his large hands transferred from his palms to the supple skin of your thighs, spreading all over your body at a concerning speed. You could feel his breath on your pussy, but he just wouldn’t make a move. Just admiring your slick folds with a lovesick stare, gently stroking your labia while sinking his teeth into his lips, and refusing to touch anywhere that had the slightest trace of moisture on it. It was embarrassing how frequently you were pulsating right in front of his face, but a part of you stopped giving a fuck.

“You’re going to stop bringing toys at work, otherwise I swear to fucking god,” he uttered in a maximally intimidating tone while shooting daggers at you with his eyes, “You’re either cumming in my mouth, or you’re not cumming at all. Is that clear?”

“Why? Does it hurt your pride, Christopher?”

“Don’t talk back to me,” he sank his fingertips into your thighs, causing you to hiss at the delicious sizzle, “Don’t force me to condition you to do as I say.”

“I’d love to see what that looks like.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t recommend it at all,” he shot you a perverse smile, then finally…

Finally…

“God, FUCK!”

He sent a violent shockwave down your spine when he latched those luscious lips to your clit, and you jolted hard in your place. Chris buried his face into you, kissing your slick folds like he had been touch starved all his life, sucking on your clit like you were secreting the elixir of life, and licking into your throbbing hole to prepare you for when he would wear you like a tight sleeve around him. The obscenely wet sounds he was making while brazenly smacking his lips on your dripping pussy forced you to cave way earlier than you thought you could endure.

“Just… Fuck— More,” you clawed at his shoulders, “Finger me. Please.”

“No. Nothing’s going in there before my cock,” he breathily spoke against your slit, causing you to writhe in frustration, “Why don’t you tell me all your intrusive thoughts about me instead? I like having something in the background when I’m eating.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t recommend it at all,” you reflected his earlier remark back at him, but it didn’t faze Chris one bit.

“Just so you know, there’s nothing hotter than listening to someone’s messed up fantasies about me. Especially when they turn me on this fucking much,” he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, “Do it, or I’ll frustrate you until you sob.”

You were in no headspace to properly censor yourself. The buzz of the drinks you’d been downing all night combined with your extreme arousal levels hacked its way through all your defenses and disarmed it. You closed your eyes and allowed Chris to force you to narrate your fantasies at tongue point.

“I want to crawl into your bed when you’re sleeping,” you started describing the images behind your eyelids, “Suck you off to get you hard for myself first. I’ll be careful not to wake you up, but honestly? I don’t give a shit if you do. I’m sitting on you no matter what.”

Chris contently sighed into you, and satisfied with the picture you were painting him, he started swirling his tongue around your clit again with nowhere near enough pressure.

“I’ll ride you until I cum all over you. If you can manage to cum somehow, great, but I’m not exerting any effort to get you to blow. I just wanna use you to get off, then bounce.”

You felt his soundwaves inside you when he softly chuckled. You knew you were on the right path when he paired his licks with sucks on your clit.

“I want you to be so violently obsessed with me that I want to manifest in your dreams every fucking night. I want you to throw hysterical jealousy fits when someone breathes in my general direction,” you started rolling your hips into his face, “I want to haunt your every waking thought. I want you to be fucking restless whenever you’re not fucking me.”

Chris was for sure going insane now. Nothing could be as animalistically erotic as listening to the worst ways you wanted him directly from you, and he could legitimately cum just to your voice rendered in that desperate and eager tone. Nevertheless, he needed to pace himself to stop you and himself from prematurely cumming because he was nowhere near done with you.

“Let me take you out one night when we go back. You’ll get all dolled up for me. We’ll have a good time,” he placed a kiss on your mound, then looked directly into your eyes, “Until you start flirting with people right in my face just to piss me off.”

Oh, Chris was such a quick study. He didn’t waste any time to put what he learned into good use, and just with his opening statements alone, you were willing to give him five stars already.

“I’m not gonna kiss you. I’m not even gonna touch you. I’ll just keep whispering the nastiest things in your ear the whole night and drive you crazy,” he kept drawing the laziest circles around your clit with his thumb, “You’ll beg me to fuck you, but you should have been careful what you wished for. When we get home, I’m fucking you until you can moan nothing but sorry. You fucking know you’re not allowed to look at anyone else but me. You brought this on yourself.”

“And you think that’s punishing me?” you chuckled, insisting on producing snarky remarks even in that disheveled state.

“Oh, no, baby girl. Your punishment is crying in my bed all night. You’re gonna beg me to stop eating your pussy for how much you can’t take it anymore,” he collected as much of his saliva as he could and let it drip down your clit, “Keep crying then because I’m making you cum until you fall in love with me all over again.”

“God, fucking bite me!”

Chris took a juicy bite from your thighs, then started stroking himself to full hardness while diving into your cunt headfirst. His rhythm on your clit got much more fervent, and your moans were climbing to a higher pitch, becoming much more frequent with each lick. You were close. You were about to give him what he was craving for the longest time, but not in the way he wanted.

He stopped.

You let out such a frustrated whimper that it was music to his ears. He wiped his mouth clean, then got on his knees to align his length with you. He was giving you the signal—that he was about to satisfy the raging curiosity for the both of you. Of what it felt like being inside you. Of what it felt like having you tightly wrapped around him.

“No protection?” you feigned obliviousness when he made no attempt for it.

“What protection? How else am I gonna be able to knock you up?” he pressed his flushed tip against your entrance, “Why do you think I kept feeding you oysters all night long, baby girl?”

Chris was barely in as it was, but his insinuation made you clench so hard that you inadvertently squeezed him out of you, which he didn’t like at all.

“Shh, behave,” he shot you a firm look, “Be grateful I’m not shoving myself into you. I’m being nice here.”

His girth was so deliciously thick that a part of you wanted to feel that sudden stretch, but another part of you was enjoying the way he was slowly paving his into you with shallow thrusts, grazing against every single inch of your walls and molding you into a perfect sleeve for himself. 

“Say it to my face. Say what you were moaning about me to my face now,” he spoke, mere millimeters away from hitting a dead end inside you, “How it wasn’t enough. That you need me.”

Your hands reached to grab his nape, and you pulled him close so that he was right in your face when you spat the words.

“You fucking know what you’re doing to me when you tease me, don’t you? I can’t fucking stand you. Nothing will ever be enough until you fuck my sanity out of me, that’s how much I need you,” you squeezed his jawline from both ends with a single hand, “Now you know how much I mean it when I say defile me.”

Your words caused such acute onset ferality inside him that Chris rammed himself inside you at the exact moment his lips clashed with yours, causing your moans to spill in his mouth. Full. That was the only sensation you could process. Just full. He was conquering you inch by inch, claiming all the space you had to offer him for himself with every push. 

“Pull my hair.”

You held his locks drenched in sweat in a tight grip and tugged on them, but it wasn’t enough. When you looked like that, felt like that, sounded like that it could never be enough.

“Harder, baby girl,” he pleaded through his labored breathing, “Make it hurt.”

Upon his request, you yanked it back so hard that his neck was exposed to you in its full glory.

“Oh, FUCK yeah!”

You could feel the signs of trust building more and more between you, but it felt more like soul bonding. Even when you allegedly hurt each other, it was dosed accordingly to inflict just enough pain that wouldn’t cross the threshold of pleasure.

You wondered whether there were any matches that were forged in hell once every full moon.

You sneakily wrapped your legs around his waist and waited for a moment to catch him off guard, then rolled him over to trap him under you.

“Let’s go on a ride, shall we?”

You pulled him out of you and nestled between his legs as Chris rested his tattoo-ridden arms under his nape, just watching you wrap your mouth around his drenched cock with his lips apart. You shamelessly showed him what you were capable of first, carefully taking all of him down your throat without even gagging, making his eyes roll back with a guttural moan. Your saliva was dripping from the corners of your lips every time he throbbed in your mouth. When his breathing finally started to escalate again, you stopped.

Now it was your turn to have your fun.

You worshipped his entire crotch first, leaving lewd wet kisses all over him to get him to twitch for you. His inner thighs, his blunt tip, his engorged length, his shaft, his balls… All soaked with you through and through. You licked the white trails you left on him clean with torturously slow movements, then admired how his veins bulged when you lazily stroked his cock. You knew he wanted much more than this, but Chris didn’t even try to lead you and just basked in the ecstasy overdose you were pumping into his veins. He kept quietly hissing and moaning throughout the whole thing, but when you started making your way further down his balls, his excitement suddenly peaked. 

And the moment your tongue connected to his entrance, he moaned so loudly that you knew you had him in a chokehold.

You held his girth in a somewhat gentle grip and kept caressing him as your tongue carefully explored him. Deep enough to rip his soul apart but still shallow not to disturb his comfort. Chris couldn’t even talk. All he could do was let out euphoric moans and tangle his fingers in your hair to watch exactly how you were ascending him.

He was simply possessed by you.

“Say you’re mine,” you spoke against his skin, “Say it, or else I’m never letting you cum.”

“God, you fucking own me,” he throbbed hard under your touch, “All of me. It’s yours.”

Content with the response you received, you started stroking him faster and getting him even wetter in your mouth. The sudden change felt so overwhelming that Chris wasn’t going to be able to take it much longer.

“Fucking— Don’t!!!” he abruptly stopped you and sat up in one go, “On fours. Bend over.”

You promptly fulfilled his request and first felt a wet kiss on your nape, then his hands on your ass.

“Face down. Arch it. All the way up,” he landed a delicious smack on your hips, “Both hands on your back for me.”

His tip was pressing against your entrance again, giving you such short notice of what was about to go down. Hands pinning your wrists on your lower back, Chris bottomed out with one sharp thrust, eliciting that high-pitched moan he developed a quick addiction to from your throat again. His lips never left your neck as he kept relentlessly fucking your wits out of you. 

“It’s only right if I mark my territory, huh baby girl?” he uttered with a maniacal chuckle as drops of his sweat started pooling on your back, “I’ll fill you up so much it’s going to fucking gush out of you.”

The ownership was about to drive you irrevocably insane. He was hitting a spot so deep inside you that you were seeing white, and whatever Chris told you to do at that moment, you would do it no questions asked.

“Harder,” you squeezed him as tight as you could inside you, “Fuck me harder!”

“Will you moan like that for me when I ruin your ass?” he released your arms and slammed his hands on your hips, “Will you tell me to fuck you harder then, too?”

“So fucking cocky. No one cums from anal, Christopher,” you derided as annoyingly as you could just to piss him off. 

“Aww, you can’t? It’s okay baby girl, we’ll fix that for you,” he tangled his hands in your hair again, “Who do you belong to? Tell me.”

“You.”

“Say it,” he pulled on it to get his message across, “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“I’m yours, Christopher.”

Again. Just like your dream. That just could not be a coincidence at this point.

“Say it!” he urged you once again upon your lack of response.

“I’m– I’m yours, Christopher.”

“Yes, you are,” he placed a sloppy kiss on your back, “You’re mine. Only mine.”

He stopped his ministrations and swiftly turned you around, hurriedly shoving himself inside you again as if he would die if you weren’t wrapped around him.

“Look into my eyes,” he touched your face with an odd amount of compassion that didn’t quite belong to the scene, “I will not pull out, you hear me?”

“Are you expecting me to beg you no?” you started laughing hysterically, “If you knock me up, everyone’s going to hear about it.”

“Oh, I don’t think so, baby girl. You want this to be our dirty little secret as much as I do.”

You locked your legs around his waist so that he actually couldn’t pull out. You pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, and the way you played with his tongue combined with how hard you were clenching around him made him spill inside you with throaty moans quite soon. You allowed him some time to catch his breath, and once he was able to come down from his high, he carefully pulled out of you.

“Watch it drip,” you spread your legs wider, “Watch the mess you made.”

Chris broke into an extremely satisfied smile tracing the thick, white liquid with his eyes, and quickly found himself wrapping his arms around your thighs again.

“There’s my Boston Cream Pie.”

He messily slurped on your entrance to get a taste of the concoction you created together, then latched himself to your clit. You were on the very brink of the ledge anyway, so it didn’t even take ten sucks for you to arch into his mouth. But was that enough for Chris?

What a redundant fucking question.

Your legs still shaking out of control, you attempted to stop him, but he just didn’t give a fuck and carried on with his delectable overstimulation. He finally gave you what you wanted, although a bit too late, and fucked his cum back inside you with his fingers, tongue still at war with your swollen clit.

“Don’t even try to squirt it out. It’s staying inside until it holds and that’s it.”

He was saying one thing but doing another. He told you not to squirt it out, yet once his fingers discovered the self-destruct button inside you, he ruthlessly teased it until he got you pouring inside his mouth. Barely having any of your mental faculties intact, you weren’t able to talk at all, so you mustered whatever strength you could to tap his shoulder three times. Otherwise, you were simply going to combust.

Deep into the late AM hours, you were both floating in bliss. This was by far the most mindblowing sex of your life. As for Chris… 

Except for his regular appointments, this was the first time he didn’t have a mask on when he got in bed with someone, and he was simply dumbfounded at how the fuck he was able to cross paths with a person who was on an uncannily similar wavelength with him. 

Just how were you even real?

After taking quick showers, you left this fever dream behind and headed to your separate rooms.

“Had fun?” 

“So much,” Chris answered, his eyes intently on the carpet covered floor, “Too much, actually.”

“Likewise,” you smiled at him and swiped the keycard on your door, “Good night, Chris.”

“Listen, would you—?”

You turned to your left with one hand still on the door handle, brows raised, waiting for him to complete his sentence.

“...wanna repeat this? On a regular basis, I mean.”

“You wanna be fuck buddies?” you contorted your face in surprise.

“I don’t fancy that term, but something of the sort,” he leaned against his own doorframe, “This kind of compatibility is pretty rare to come by. I thought I’d shoot my shot.” 

The heck?

Never in a gazillion years would you guess the hotshot chef, who was simultaneously your boss and the lead star of your X-rated thoughts, would ask for an arrangement of this sort with you. It caught you so off guard that you didn’t know how to respond to him at first, yet he took your silence for something else.

“Only if you want, of course. If not, we’re never going to speak of this again.”

“On one condition,” you promptly replied when your wits finally clicked back into their sockets.

“Listening?”

“I want free use,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “Whenever I want to fuck you, you say yes to me.”

Chris was prepared for several different kinds of no’s, maybe one uneventful yes, but you straight up asking for fucking free use?

In his most creative lucid dreams maybe.

“And when I want to fuck you?” he nonchalantly asked as if he wasn’t dying of excitement inside.

“I say yes to you.”

“Whenever I mean.”

“Of course,” you shrugged, “Just don’t expect me to come to your place in the middle of the night when the craving hits. Then I don’t come to you, you come to me. If you can bring your ass to my place, I’m yours.”

You were the one with the blaring possessiveness kink, yet the second you said I’m yours, Chris felt something shooting all the way up to his brain, and the pronoun kept echoing inside his head.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

“But what if I want to do things to you that might scare you?” he asked somewhat scared but still keeping perfect composure on the outside.

“What did I tell you earlier tonight? Just talk to me,” you took a couple of steps towards him, “I can’t promise to say yes to everything you want, nor can I expect you to do the same, but we’ll discuss it.”

You didn’t know where that excess confidence came from all of a sudden, but you watched yourself stealing a kiss from his plush lips as if you had gone out of your own body. It was the tamest thing you had exchanged the entire night, yet ironically enough, it was also the most exhilarating one.

“I might want some things that might scare you, too,” you spoke against his lips.

Chris couldn’t open his eyes for some time and relished the aftershocks of the kiss he wasn’t expecting at all, eventually breaking into a faint smile. When he finally met your gaze again, you could see glints of eagerness flashing brightly in those deep brown eyes of his.

“Deal.”

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「𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗」 · course iv

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Chris liked his satin sheets. They absorbed the synthetic breeze of his AC and kept him comfortably cool during scorching summers. He was used to spending his nights alone between them—sometimes basking in the violent delights of his subconscious, sometimes exploring his body afresh fully awake.

But he couldn’t remember a single time where he was this turned on.

At first, he thought it was because of a dream. When he snapped his eyes open, he felt an unusual heaviness on his body and he was sweating. It was natural for him to feel the aftertaste of his dreams on his tongue, but not only could he not remember what he was dreaming about, but the feeling still continued while he was awake.

It was hard to describe what it exactly was. He was hard as a rock. His arousal wouldn’t calm down in the slightest as if he was getting edged for the past hour or so, and there was this unfamiliar feeling right under his shaft. 

He felt penetrated, but not in the way he occasionally indulged in. This was a much much pleasant sensation.

Was that… you?

Was that how you felt when you were snugly wrapped around him? Was that what caused you to let out those maddeningly satisfying sounds of pleasure when he made himself at home inside you? Was that the kind of gratification he was able to provide you? 

Did you have any idea what this was doing to his ego right now?

Maybe this was what it would feel like if you pegged him. Maybe he needed to ask you to do that. Maybe you could give him the most violent orgasm of his life. 

You were like this hypnotizing temptress sent as an answer to all his cries for help. A goddess watching over him, telling him it was okay to commit as many abominations as he wanted as long as he worshipped you. As long as he devoted himself to you. Only you. The texture of your skin was his 3 AM thoughts. The shape of your lips fueled his worst nightmares. Your unmatched appetite for him was how he was going to die. You, you, just you, the sole perpetrator of all the crimes of passion committed against him, and he lived to be your victim.

“Harder,” he quietly mumbled with his eyes closed, “Like you want me to.”

He had never experienced something like this before. He didn’t even have conclusive proof that he was feeling you, but considering his borderline monomaniacal interest in you, it just could not be anyone else, he was sure of it. Were you dreaming this or were you actively pleasuring yourself right at that second? Or were you fucking yourself to him, or were you with someone else?

What if you were with someone else? 

Who the fuck was this person? Why would you even feel the need for another person when he existed? Your chemistry was off the charts; he could give you anything you could ask for, then why the fuck—?

Did you want him to know there was another person? Were you after making him want you even more? Drive him up a wall? Go crazier about you? Because it was working.

What if there was someone else, though? What if Chris watched this person’s laughable attempt to give you pleasure and the resultant miserable failure, then took over to show them how to properly satisfy you? What if the way you fucked each other was so damn hot that this waste of oxygen couldn’t help masturbating to how you consumed one another? What if you told Chris you fucking loved it when he got jealous over you? What if you told him you were so glad he existed and that he could have you anytime he wanted if he was going to fuck you like this every time? He would. He would. He could give you so much more, just say the word. He would even be willing to share you with someone just to fucking put them in their place. It would be so much fun to humiliate them together with you. Pathetic. Pitiful. Who the fuck were they to even think they had a chance with you? You belonged to him. You were his goddess. He was the only one who could read your beautifully sick mind, and you could rewrite a much more lethal bad romance together.

“Oh fuck, you’re killing me, beautiful.”

Chris wasn’t even touching himself. He rested his arms under his nape and treated this like he was getting his dick sucked. Thinking of you. Of your voice. Of your taste. Of the most obscene memories he had of you. The time you told him all your unhinged thoughts about him. The time you told him he owned your body. 

The time you told him to defile you. 

All of a sudden, he felt a tidal wave rising in the pit of his stomach, forcing him to arch in his bed, his cum gushing from his cock and staining all over his abdomen. Without a single touch. Just the ghost of you, haunting him.

But it wasn’t enough.

How could it be enough? How could he make do with what might have happened when he damn well knew what could happen given the agreement you had recently made?

Just don’t expect me to come to your place in the middle of the night when the craving hits. Then I don’t come to you, you come to me. If you can bring your ass to my place, I’m yours.

You had said it yourself. You shouldn’t have said it if you weren’t going to honor it. This wasn’t on him; this was your doing.

He didn’t even check what time it was before jumping from his bed for a quick shower and darting to his car with urgent steps. The second he started the engine, he found your name on his dashboard and pressed the green receiver icon next to it. It rang once. Twice. Thrice. Your dazed voice echoed in the car right before the fourth time.

“Chris?”

“Wake up if you’re sleeping,” he demanded with an impatient voice, “I’m on my way.”

Then he hung up and hit the gas pedal harder.

Only ten minutes later, he was parked right in front of your building, considering whether it would be faster if he ran up twelve floors worth of stairs. He didn’t want to wait, but he so didn’t want to wait to catch his breath once you opened that door. There was not even one second to waste.

“You say I’m horny, but I beg to differ,” you welcomed him with an entertained smile, “It’s 4 AM, Chris.”

“Shut up and sit on me,” he took off his jacket while crossing the threshold of your apartment with rushed steps, “I wanna fuck you raw without stretching you.”

“Then say you need me.”

“I need you,” he cupped your face and gritted his teeth, “I never not need your body. Fuck!”

Your lips immediately clashed against one another, and the amount of violence in that kiss was quite telling of what was about to follow. You dragged him to your bedroom while walking backwards with your lips glued together, hastily taking off everything that covered each other’s body and creating a messy trail made of garments out in the hallway.

“Didn’t even bother tidying up,” he snickered once he saw the large dildo laying on your nightstand, “Did I interrupt your self-care time?”

“You stopped by just in time actually,” you responded while spreading your legs for him, “I think I may have manifested you here.”

“Yeah?” he broke into a bigger smile while aligning himself with you, extremely content with your answer, “Were you thinking about me?”

“I’m never not thinking about you when I fuck myself,” you put your hands on his waist, “Do a better job. Fuck me to sleep.”

And that was the last straw. 

Chris didn’t even look for some lube, not that he needed much anyway. Your cunt was wet enough from edging yourself for the past hour or so. He rammed his cock into you so hard as if you were starving him, as if he hadn’t been visiting your apartment lately in gradually more frequent intervals. This. This feeling was his fix, better than the purest cocaine he could get his hands on, and you were his sole plug. In return, you always felt much fuller with him inside you than trying to substitute him with some synthetic counterpart. As the name suggested, it was synthetic. Nothing compared to the feeling of Chris throbbing inside you when you told him to go harder. Go faster. Use you as he wanted.

“Shit, cumming,” he squeezed his eyes shut, “I’m fucking cumming. Clench!”

He shot his full load on the deepest spot he could reach, fucking all the drops of cum on the shallow end of you further just to make sure they stayed where they belonged. He rode the waves of his orgasm pulling out of you until just his tip was in, then completely disappearing into you again, thrusts never losing their sharpness one bit.

“Thank you,” you flashed him a tired and utterly fucked out smile. He smiled back. Then left as quickly as he arrived.

Chris never stayed. He wouldn't be able to even if he wanted to. That was the rule.

You wondered how hard you would need to fuck him until he was too tired to leave.

The next morning went by uneventfully. The usual buzz of the kitchen served as white noise to keep everyone focused on their tasks for dinner service. Chopping, grating, kneading…  Microsurgical precision even during prep because otherwise you would besmirch the good name of Wolfgang and how fucking dare you?

Came the lunch break, Minho and Robin walked into the kitchen with a special dessert in their hands. You knew what that was because Robin only made it for special occasions, and it befuddled the crap out of you because you hadn’t told a soul about your birthday.

“How’d you guys know?!”

“Employee records,” Minho satisfied your curiosity momentarily, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Whatever’s going to get me the Alfred cheesecake. Thank you guys so much!”

You blew out the single candle and hugged everyone one by one. Minho was the one to hug you last. His cologne smelled so pleasant on your nostrils, and unless you were fucking delusional, it felt like he stole a whiff from your neck himself.

“Chef is asking for you,” he informed you before you could overanalyze anything, “If he rides you hard, you tell me.”

He had no idea of the absolute double entendre his words carried, so you pushed your internal wheezing down as much as you could. 

“I’ll make sure to show you where the bullies are,” you smiled at him and left the kitchen.

One interesting detail to note as you were climbing the stairs that led to Chris’ office was that when you stood in front of his door to announce your arrival, you were a little nervous for some reason.

“You asked for me?”

“Come in,” he beckoned you over, and continued after you closed the door behind you, “I heard it was actually the first hours of your birthday last night when I came by.”

“Duh, you should have known. It’s called a birthday suit for a reason.” 

He let out an amused chuckle while reclining in his chair. His features seemed a little softer than usual, but it could very well have been an optical illusion because of his dimples.

“I wanted to properly wish you a happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“Sit.”

You moved towards the couch in front of his desk, but he stopped you halfway through.

“No,” he tapped on his desk with two of his fingers, “I said sit.”

You held his gaze for a couple of seconds, but it felt like half an hour. It was surely unexpected for him to initiate anything at his shrine as he called it, but there he was, telling you to sit on his desk. Right in front of him. On his eye level. You approached him with slow steps and settled on the spot he guided you to.

“It’s lunch break,” he stated the obvious fact, “Time to eat.”

It was mindblowing how Chris could be nonstop horny like a college freshman who was a virgin until very recently, but you actually liked it. No, you loved how eager he was. How much he seemed to want you. You loved being the object of his desires.

“Aren’t you going to stop me?” he asked while pulling himself close to you.

“Why would I?” you nonchalantly responded, “Have you ever blown yourself? Those lips make me wanna murder someone.”

“What if someone comes in?” he started undoing the buttons of your pants and dragged your zipper down.

“Maybe I like the risk.”

“What if they report it?” he slid your pants down your legs.

“Then it’s your problem. I’m just following the orders of my boss.”

“You don’t think I’m being a creep?”

“You would be if I wasn’t this into you. I think you’re just being a tease right now.”

Chris loved any indication of how sexy you found him. He never got tired of hearing this, and he was never going to. 

“So you’re into me,” he slowly got rid of your underwear, “How much?”

You spread your legs wide as a response to show him how wet you were. How much he liked the view was apparent in the depth of the sigh he let out.

“I’m quite into you, myself. A lot, actually,” he held your gaze intently, “Wanna see exactly how much?”

You gnawed on your bottom lip and nodded. Chris brought his beautiful face closer to your heat almost in slow motion and finally finally closed his luscious lips on your glazed folds, causing you to exhale deeply. 

“Up. Down. Up. Suck. A little more. Now swirl. Fuck, just like that.”

Combined with his leftover thoughts from the night before, the way you were guiding him sparked an idea in his mind. What if he was the one giving these commands? 

But to someone else.

What if he told a third party what to do to you? What if he watched another guy have his way with you? Just so he could hear how much better he knew you, he fucked you, he pleasured you. What if they had you cater to them, then pleasured you until you passed out as a thank you?

It drove him insane.

Chris followed all your instructions to a T, extracting all your essence out of you shortly after. He particularly enjoyed how you were caressing his hair when you were cumming in his mouth.

“I need to eat too, you know,” you spoke once you managed to come to your senses, and it elicited a silky chortle from him.

“Shit you call ‘girl dinner’ nowadays I swear…”

“Wanna switch places or do you want me to kneel?”

“I like it when you kneel for me,” he ran his fingers through your hair, then allowed you to descend between his legs and nestle there.

His erection was already pressing hard against his pants, impatiently waiting to be set free. You took his pants off and spread his legs wide, trying not to drool at how hard he was for you. It was like he was getting more gorgeous every time you saw him. You teased his tip the way he liked it, slowly dragging your tongue on the sensitive skin, and softly kissing along his girth.

“I can’t stop thinking about fucking you. I have a problem,” he caressed your cheek with his thumb, “You just breathe in my general direction and I get rock hard.”

This. The talk. He knew the exact right things to say to spur you on. It could have been pretend, but you didn’t care one bit. It always made you want to please him more. You licked, and licked, and licked, then took him deep down your throat.

“God, I so wish we were in my bed right now,” Chris quietly whimpered at the intense sensation, throwing his head back, “You look so beautiful like that, I kinda wanna give you a cumshot.”

You hummed at the mental image, and he melted. You were fucking perfect around his cock as if your mouth was made to suck him off. So that he could empty his balls there whenever he wanted. You sighed deeply, and he felt the pressure building right below his abdomen.

“Get up. I’m cumming inside.”

He quickly sat you down on his desk again, and disappeared into you, holding you in place from your waist as he was drilling you hard. Then he exposed your neck to give you the sloppy kisses he always did, but he smelled something unusual but very familiar already laced there.

Minho’s cologne.

“Thoughts on knotting, baby girl?” his thrusts got way sharper all of a sudden as if he wanted you to alert the people in the vicinity.

“If you can somehow manage to do it, I’m super down,” your fingers slithered towards his nape to hold on tighter.

“Who else? You know your pussy is mine to breed.”

Chris could feel something boiling inside him. He wasn’t mad at you per se, but he was mad nevertheless. The thoughts riddling his mind were getting out of control already, and the existence of this scent on you surely didn’t help calm him the fuck down. He was going to say it. He was going to risk it all and say it. If you asked what the hell the matter was with him, he could just say it was a spur of the moment thing and that he didn’t mean it.

“Though I wouldn’t mind watching someone else fuck you.”

His words pressed a button in your brain, and you remembered your very first dream about Chris. In his crisp suit, sprawled on a couch, sipping on some expensive scotch while watching you get devoured. He would listen to you moan. He would get hard to your screams of pleasure. He would stroke himself to your sight maybe. Maybe he would cum. Maybe he would ask you to swallow even.

You clenched.

“You– You wanna share me with someone?”

“Not share, per se, I just wanna see them try. To prove no one can make you feel the way I do.”

“That’s so damn cocky even by your standards,” you sneered, “but I kinda wanna see how you can claim me back.”

Oh, good fucking god, you liked this.

He started going faster. You pressed your palm against your mouth to stop yourself from making loud noises until you got used to the new rhythm.

“You’ll wait for me to say your name when some guy fucks the wits out of me, but I just won’t,” you spat through your teeth, “You’ll regret ever inviting a third person when you could have all of this to yourself.”

“See the best part about fucking you is not even cumming. It’s how fucking dirty you are. It’s the ride,” he briefly stopped to wrap your legs around his waist, “It’s the best fucking thrill ride I’ve ever been on.”

His fingertips were sinking into your ass, and he found that soft, spongy spot inside you that he loved so much. He was getting close.

“I kinda wanna make you pass out from pleasure, but keep fucking you. You’ll come to your senses with your pussy in my mouth. Then we’re fucking again,” he tangled his fingers in your hair, “What are you doing Saturday, baby girl?”

“Thinking of a birthday party. Wanna come?”

“Cancel it. You’re fucking me.”

He pulled on your hair at the last word and started dashing to his finish line. When you bit into his neck, it sizzled so good that he erupted inside you as if you threw a molotov cocktail into a tank of gasoline. You let him spill every last drop and rest his head on your shoulder until he came down from his high.

“Did you mean it? When you said…” he hesitated, but he needed an actual answer, “About someone else?”

“I mean, depends,” you responded while putting your clothes back on, “I need to know for sure they are discreet.”

The scent of the cologne that didn’t belong to him was all Chris could think about. Discreet. So as long as it was discreet it was okay with you?

One look at his metaphorical chips, and Chris decided to go all in.

“What if I know just the person?”

You had some memorably wild birthdays back in the day, but none of them required any negotiation beforehand. In your defense, you also never had a boss with benefits in possession of an inhumanely high libido.

The plan sounded simple, ‘sounded’ being the operative word. You were initially apprehensive about how this could potentially turn out awkward after the fact, but Chris reassured you on that front with how much he trusted this person. He had offered to be the middle man of communication so that everybody was aware of the mutually agreed upon ground rules prior to your meeting.

“So what do you have in mind?”

“You’ll get a free pass. Whatever you desire, we oblige, but on one condition,” Chris explained to you, “He can’t do anything I haven’t done to you before. Nor can you do anything to him you haven’t done to me.”

“Say I wanna peg him?”

“No one’s stopping you. You’re just pegging me first.”

“It’s my birthday, but this sounds like you have the ropes still,” you cocked a brow.

“Oh, I do, don’t I?” he faked an epiphany, then broke into a mischievous smile, “Would you look at that?”

Thus the reason why you felt like you were on your way to some set on Saturday night.

One interesting suggestion had come from your guest for the night. Were you to accept it, he recommended ingesting a substance called ‘24K’, popularly known as liquid gold, to heighten the experience.

“What does it do? Get us high?”

“Not in the way you think,” Chris clarified, “It’s an actual aphrodisiac used in some rare recipes with strict dosage restrictions. It will kick up your sex drive, and your senses will also be much more sensitive.”

“And that doesn’t sound like a hallucinogen to you?”

“Does it really matter what it sounds like as long as it feels like you’re getting gangbanged when I eat your pussy?” he smirked, but continued more seriously, “Joking aside I would say an unequivocal no if I didn’t know what it was. The decision is yours.”

You weren’t really sure if the decision you made was the right one, but you were excited about it.

The meeting location was decided as Chris’ place. Up until now, it was always him coming over to your apartment, which wasn’t a deliberate thing to prevent you from coming over or anything—he just visited so frequently that you didn’t feel the need to change venues, so this was going to be your first time seeing his habitat in the flesh. The building was very much on par with what you allowed yourself to imagine when you saw his address—a luxury condominium with a hotelesque high-ceiling lobby, extremely polite staff, and a handful of people who you assumed to be occupants walking around looking like they were cast to be there. Yes, that good looking.

“Right away, sir,” the model-like gentleman that welcomed you quietly hung up the phone, and swiped a tiny envelope with the building logo embossed across the granite counter, “Here’s your one-time code, miss.”

“A code?” you looked at him questioningly.

“Yes, to operate the elevator since it directly goes up to Mr. Bang’s residence,” he confirmed, “It’s on the top floor.”

A penthouse. Why were you even surprised in the first place?

You did know about Chris’ fame, of course, but you had to admit how foreign it felt for a second there. In reality, he was so unreachable that people needed one-time codes to cross the threshold of his privacy. Meanwhile, you had gotten so used to his presence that he had stopped being Chef Bang to you some time ago—he was just regular Chris, albeit still quite extraordinary. You could be so full of yourself for thinking this, but the amount of comfort you shared with each other seemed like something special. Special to the extent that it made you smile so big when you opened the envelope to enter the four-digit code into the elevator keypad.

Your birthday.

When the elevator doors opened again, you found yourself in a short, carpet-clad hallway with dark beige walls and warm white lighting, a single heavy-looking brown pivot door looking right at you. Once you pressed on the doorbell, everything suddenly felt so real that you got nervous. The door opened with a muffled clank, and you immediately questioned the reality you were experiencing because hot—fucking—damn!

“Hey, beautiful.”

Not that he wasn’t already criminally attractive on a weekday, but Chris looked ultra fine that night. Skin-tight pants, jet black blazer, and of course the silver chains. Good god, the chains. Not the chains…

You knew this exact fit from some dark bedroom with velvet walls.

He took a small vial from his pocket that harbored some ambery liquid in it, then sucked some into the dropper in the cap.

“Entry ticket. Stick your tongue out for me.”

Three drops fell on your tongue. Thick density, savory, quickly spread on your palate but didn’t necessarily invade the tastebuds. 

“Syrupy,” you observed after swallowing, “I really like the taste. What’s in this?”

“You’re a trained chef. Can’t you tell?” 

“I meant besides the obvious honey,” you deadpanned.

“What else?”

You swiped your tongue on your palate, then exhaled with your mouth closed to run the flavor in your mouth again.

“I’m inclined to say… saffron?”

“Good job,” a smirk stained his lips, “Five points to Slytherin.”

You stuck your tongue out again to get your well-deserved reward, but the two drops of liquid gold were followed by a 24K kiss from Chris. Wetter and a lot hungrier than usual as if it was possible. It caught you off guard, but you had absolutely no complaints.

“What was that for?”

“A little pre-game treat for me,” he held the tip of your chin, “You look ravishing tonight. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Did you have any of this before my arrival by any chance?” you pointed at the glowing vial in his hand.

“Maybe,” he confessed then led you inside by gently pushing on your waist, “But then again you get me so fucking horny on the regular that I can’t really tell the difference.”

Your eyes were scanning every piece of detail they could perceive as you walked behind him. Chris’ place felt like a breath of fresh air. Spacious, for sure, but also unexpectedly cozy with the warm lights cast on different shades of beiges and browns and khaki greens contrasted by dark anthracites of his kitchen which even had a 50-bottle wine cellar next to his gigantic fridge. Modern architecture with moderner furniture, simplistic but tasteful decorations all around, and a magnificent view of the city sprawled right under your feet flaunted through the large curtainless windows.

Then you took one step into the living room area, and it kicked in.

You felt like you were being enveloped by something warm. The colors became even warmer and more vivid. For some reason, you felt like you were glowing and you felt fucking amazing.

“Damn, why didn’t you tell me there was a dress code for tonight?” you asked Chris while looking at the man sprawled on the couch.

Equally sharply dressed, equally cocky posture, sporting his long, wavy hair with several stray locks falling in front of his eyes. It was the first time you were seeing him like this rather than his usual clean-cut look at work.

Minho looked nothing short of a charming player.

“The princess of the night finally arrives!” he raised the scotch glass in his hand, “Happy birthday, your grace.”

“Princess?” Chris scoffed a bit too empathetically, “She’s a fucking demon.”

“Be nice, it’s my birthday,” you settled down on the empty seat to Minho’s left and reached for the drink Chris poured for you, “but yeah I kinda am.”

“Have you decided on your course for tonight?” Chris asked from the armchair he threw himself on, diagonal to you.

“I think I’m in the mood to have two guys worship me.”

“By all means. It’s time we got a baptism from some goddess anyway.”

“Baptism with cum and spit,” you retorted and took a sip from the icy amber liquid, “That’s new.”

“I’d be careful with the liberal use of the word cum,” Minho warned you and pointed at Chris with a nod, “His fangs come out whenever it’s mentioned.”

“I see. So we’re doing exposés on each other,” Chris raised his brows and crossed his legs, “This dude right here likes it too much when he hears praise. Give it a go.”

You turned to your left and scanned Minho from head to toe. He looked unfazed, but you could see how his shoulders were tensed up.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” you fixated your eyes on his chest, then looked right into his eyes, “You work out?”

“I do.”

“I love thick thighs in a man,” you caressed his inner thigh, and in return, he not so discreetly throbbed in his pants.

“And I love women who love thick thighs,” he brazenly ogled your breasts.

“Men lose it when you ride their thighs,” you dragged your hand down his leg, “And I like it when they get weak for me.”

“You know when they also lose it?” he sat up in his place and wet his lips with a single drag of his tongue, “When you have a sloppy as fuck make out session with their balls.”

“Duly noted.”

Interesting. Kissing was a simple act, but it was like a fingerprint for how differently each person executed it. When Chris kissed you, you felt your soul being set on fire. It was loaded with lethal amounts of passion and lust, and it made you wanna stop living for yourself and start living to please him instead.

Minho was much calmer. He kissed deep, somewhat slow, not touching anywhere else on your body other than your face, allowing just a kiss to do its job to seduce the fuck out of you. His lips were so full in your mouth, immediately making you wonder what they would feel like on more secluded parts of you. You liked the muted hums he let out as he swirled his tongue around yours, and they increased in volume by just a tinge when you palmed his bulge straining his pants.

“So?” Chris asked, trying not to make it too obvious how turned on he was by the sight, “Which kiss did you enjoy more?”

“Am I allowed to say it’s him?” you looked at him with hooded eyes.

“You are, but what you’re not allowed to do is lie,” he pointed at you, “And that is one.”

“Take the L like a champ, man. Don’t be a sore loser,” Minho quipped, very content with the answer you delivered.

You didn’t take your eyes off Chris as your smirk got wider, and he reciprocated, but you had learned to render the shades of anger that occasionally flashed in his eyes.

Oh, this was gonna be so much fun, wasn’t it?

“You talked a big game about how she tastes,” Minho caressed your back, “I wanna see it for myself.”

“You should. It’s pretty damn delicious,” Chris got up to his feet to lead you both to an even more restricted area, “but don’t make a habit of it if you want to live.”

His possessiveness was internally making you scream your lungs out. Oh, he knew. He knew what he was doing to you. He knew one good kiss was not enough to swipe you off your feet and he loved shoving that right in front of Minho’s face.

It was weirdly wholesome actually. Dare you said even a fucked up love language. 

If you walked into this bedroom without knowing who it belonged to, you would still be able to pick it out as Chris’. A massive bed dressed in black satin sheets overlooking the flickering lights coming from the pier, a huge framed picture of a full moon right above the headboard, dark grays and off-whites all around but by no means bleak. Ironically enough, this room somehow exuded the peacefulness of a safe haven.

“Any accessories you want?” Chris turned on the lights and dimmed them to a sultry lumen, “Blindfolds, cuffs, toys?”

“No, just you,” you responded as you stood by the edge of his bed, “and all the lube you have.”

You. As in second person plural. Chris knew that of course, but he didn’t give a fuck. You did say just you. Nothing else.

He had to take a deep breath to fucking stop himself from jumping you.

He took a couple of steps towards you and brushed his fingers on your collarbones first, then peeled your top off. As he took your lips between his, you unbuttoned his blazer and cascaded it down his shoulders to put his perfect figure on display. Then you felt Minho right behind you unclasping your bra and exposing your chest fully.

“Oh, they feel so full,” Chris noted while fondling your breasts, “Are you ovulating? Are we finally gonna breed you today?”

You hated how he knew what to say to get you to throb that hard.

“Take off her clothes,” he commanded Minho while unbuttoning his pants, “Then get between her legs.”

As Chris was getting rid of his own clothes, you let Minho strip you bare, then threw yourself right in the middle of Chris’ insanely comfortable bed. After getting fully naked, Minho crawled between your legs and kissed your thighs, awaiting his directions from Chris who was cuddling you on your right. The familiar vial made another appearance, and the drops of the golden-colored liquid felt cold on your pussy. Satisfied with how it dissolved into your own slick, Chris firmly demanded.

“Eat.”

Minho’s mouth on your cunt was pure heaven. Your eyes immediately closed when he licked a long stripe, and it was the perfect pairing to Chris kissing all over your neck. 

“I like it wet,” you didn’t wait long before telling Minho exactly what you wanted from him, “Lick all over me.”

While Minho was busy pleasuring you just the way you liked, Chris kept paying attention to your upper body, touching you, kissing you, licking the salt off your skin and replacing it with his own. The wetness you felt all over you amplified threefold courtesy of some saffron extract, and even just looking at these stunning men working you was enough for you to have a violent visceral reaction.

“God, yes, just like that. Now suck on my clit,” you directed Minho further.

You tugged on Chris’ locks to make him look at you and pulled him in for a kiss he so desperately was waiting for. You were trying to make a point with how deep you were kissing him, but you weren’t exactly sure if it was reaching him at all.

“Your pussy eating skills are as fantastic as your thighs after all,” you turned your attention to Minho again, “You’re fucking perfect.”

Hearing you praise his performance like that, he got even more eager, burying his face deeper into your cunt.

“If Chris lets you come play, come sit on my bar sometime,” Minho licked his lips and spread your pussy lips further apart, “You taste fucking incredible.”

“Well, she can’t. She has prior engagements,” Chris answered on your behalf, “Don’t you, baby girl?”

You involuntarily laughed, and Chris kissed your smile away, getting your lips raw from how much he was coating them in lust.

“You’re gorgeous. You’re a goddess. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, “Can I make it feel even better for you? Do I have permission?”

You nodded eagerly, not knowing what to expect in the slightest. The warmth on your right side was gone. When you opened your eyes, you saw Chris crawling between your legs right next to Minho, and it made you shiver.

“You take her clit,” he casually instructed, “I have an unhealthy attachment to her cum.”

You watched them take their positions, and even though you were about to implode from this sight alone, you managed to stitch some words together.

“Lick it spotless.”

“Paradoxical,” Chris uttered with an unamused expression, “You need to stop dripping first.”

You could feel everything. 

A pair of tongues gliding on you. So wet. So fucking obscenely wet. Minho’s tongue was on your clit, teasing it with the very tip whereas Chris was licking into your oozing hole, gently prodding your entrance with his flattened tongue and fucking into it every once in a while. Getting showered with slippery attention by two insanely gorgeous men ready to cater to your every whim made you feel like a queen, and you were about to have the most egocentric orgasm of your life.

“Chris,” you convulsed under their intense ministrations, “Come– Come up.”

He was surprised to be the one you called out to, but he pulled himself up right next to you again.

“Caress me,” you put his hands on your body, “Please.”

Please. He was pretty sure you didn’t know about the weight this particular word carried.

Please. Or maybe you did, and you were doing it on purpose again.

Please. Give him one reason not to worship the floor you walk on.

He ran his hands all over you with his lips glued to yours, kissing you, licking you while Minho was on the fast track to make you snap. When you felt your orgasm threatening to unleash, you grabbed Chris’ face and inhaled his lips, your moans rippling throughout his body. He didn’t let go until your body went limp, soaked in the afterglow languor, not having an ounce of strength to hold onto anything anymore.

“He did good, yeah?” he caressed your face and nodded for confirmation, “Shall we return the favor?”

You hummed a fucked out yes, and he gestured for Minho to get on his knees.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to dive into my girl’s freshly fucked pussy,” Chris broke goosebumps all over your body with the single finger he dragged down your shoulder, “He’s going to fuck you for my viewing pleasure now.”

You momentarily found yourself in his arms, back flushed against his chest, as Minho settled between your legs, awaiting his instructions.

“I want her pussy properly stretched. Soaking wet. Walls throbbing. You’re not going to pull out. Fill her up for me,” he firmly ordered then placed a kiss on your shoulder, “Then I’ll come take what’s mine. Fuck it deeper to make room for myself. We’ll see who makes you feel better.”

As Chris started leaving open mouth kisses on your neck, you watched Minho take position, and you noticed him for the first time. Full girth and mouthwatering curvature, and it reminded you of one of the massagers you owned. There was more than enough slick covering your cunt, but you were still struggling to take him, and judging by the extremely satisfied look on his face, he fucking loved it. It was so obvious that your sounds of mild discomfort were stroking his ego big time, and he didn’t even try to be subtle about it. When he finally managed to sink into you, you felt so full that your eyes rolled all the way back.

“We can do this day and night if you can take it,” he squeezed your legs as he bottomed out, “Let’s ride, princess.”

Minho was off to a great start. His rhythm was like a pulse with sharp thrusts of his hips deep into you. He was after enjoying himself first, relishing this maddening pleasure buried inside you before setting off to look for a spot to make you see white.

“He needs visual stimulants, too, don’t you reckon?” Chris turned your face to him, “Make out with me.”

He wasn’t simply kissing you at this point. It was so loaded with want and hunger that it felt more like a respiratory exchange. Too much sighing, short-lived moans, and wet, wet, just so wet, coating each other with as much bodily fluids as you possibly could. You had a raging suspicion that Chris was after making you regret not openly declaring his kiss as your favorite. 

Minho, on the other hand, was in no rush fucking you. He was just savoring this, savoring the indecently salacious view in front of him, which felt like he got to fuck the star of a hot porn clip he stumbled upon in real time.

“You’re doing great, baby girl. I’m so fucking proud of you,” Chris kissed your shoulder again and cupped your breasts, “Feels good, right?”

All you could produce was incoherent sounds. A simple touch on your body was magnifying to the extent that you could feel it everywhere, so you couldn’t even utter your own name if he asked you right now. You remembered how to nod in between your moans.

“But it should feel great,” he uttered emphatically to Minho, “It should feel so fucking good I need her to cry.”

When his name was uttered again, you opened your eyes to take Minho’s sight in. He was a goddamn beast. So damn gorgeous all around and he was fucking you good. How you couldn’t even properly open your eyes was telling enough of what a good job he was doing.

“Swollen as fuck,” he swiped his thumb on your clit, and looked right at Chris with a sly smile, “I have a great idea. You know what it is.”

“Should I lick it when he’s fucking you?” Chris asked in your ear with a soothing voice, and you almost combusted to his words alone.

“YES!”

“Tsk, rude, baby girl. What do we say when we really want something?”

Say it again, he was repeating inside, Again. Beg. Beg for me.

“Please, Chris—topher,” you adjusted the end of your address properly, and the fact that you remembered flew him over the moon.

Chris didn’t rush to leave your side. He started his ministrations by softly caressing your clit like he was petting you as Minho kept a steady, endurable pace. 

“Look at me when he fucks you,” he demanded, getting his fingers properly wet in your mouth, “Eyes on me.”

Give me attention. I want to be the only thing you lust after. Want me. Want me. Want me. Give me special privileges in front of him. Show him I matter more to you because you want to please me.

He started drawing circles on your cunt with his now slippery fingers without any pressure. The idea was to make you melt into him, but the way you jolted when he touched you ignited something wild in him.

“Did you know your body screams my name?” he whispered into your ear in a volume only you could hear, “You’re getting fucked this hard, but you’re still shuddering when I touch you.”

He stopped his strokes and gestured Minho to stop and take a breather while sliding away from under you and laying you down on your back. Then he lowered his face on your pussy as Minho took position again.

He timed himself so that his first lick would align perfectly with Minho’s first push. The pleasure running laps throughout your entire bloodstream was so concentrated that you couldn’t dare open your eyes. But it wasn’t just about how intense the feeling was.

It was the fact that this had turned into a race of who could get you there faster, and you were dissolving in the amount of attention they were subjecting you to.

“Overwhelmed?” Chris chuckled teasingly after a while, “Feels too good?”

Their movements gradually came to a halt to give you some rest since you actually looked like you could pass out. Minho made creative use of the lube on the nightstand to rub the soreness away from your legs while Chris climbed up to your right side and started stroking your hair, showering you with kisses on your forehead, your temple, and face to soothe you to the best of his ability.

If you didn’t know any better, you would be inclined to say he was almost making love to you.

“We just get each other, don’t we? We understand each other better than anyone else,” Chris softly spoke when your breathing returned to normal, then nodded at Minho to carry on, “I know you’re dying to take both of us right now. You can say it. Min’s not one to judge.”

Minho was probably expecting you to get embarrassed or something. When your eyes met his, you bit into your bottom lip so hard and you unwittingly snickered at each other.

“The question is can your tight cunt really take it? You can barely take me as it is,” he dragged his fingers from your chest down to your abdomen and fixated his gaze on Minho with an absolutely sinister smile, “And he’s quite endowed himself, right?”

Minho twitched so hard inside you that it was impossible not to notice. You took one look at Chris and you could feel your brainwaves syncing to concoct a quick little plan to gang up on Minho.

“He’s a fucking beast. Just look at this gorgeous body,” you put your hands on his waist and slid them down, “And his thighs, god, they’re so fucking juicy I wanna take a bite.”

“So you like his performance,” he threw his arm over your shoulder, “Why don’t you give him a review?”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Minho warned Chris through his teeth, “Stop it.”

Neither of you was intimidated by his pseudo-threat. Not one bit. You leaned into Chris more and started praising the shit out of Minho with a shit eating grin on your face.

“Ravages pussy like he should, A+ tongue game, god tier stamina, and fucks like an unhinged maniac.”

“Stop it.”

“You’re insanely sexy, Minho. You’re so my type, I fucking love it.” 

“I said stop it.”

“Makes me wanna take you up my ass right fucking now.”

“OH, FUCK YOU!!!”

Heck, you enjoyed hearing praise during sex yourself. It was a great mood setter when used correctly, but that was about it for you. Witnessing someone so weak for compliments to the extent that they would cum this violently was a first and boundlessly entertaining to watch. Once Minho managed to come back to his senses, he reverted back to his no fucks given attitude and made himself comfortable on your left, trading places with Chris. You were a little sore, but Chris had been waiting long enough for his turn. He drenched you in lube and slid right in to pick up where Minho left off.

He felt electrified all of a sudden.

“Damn, your load is a bit heavy, huh Min?”

“Demon princess here got me a little worked up,” Minho chuckled, still wiping sweat off his forehead, “I have no fucking idea how you can stop yourself from cumming every five seconds with her around.”

“Who says I can?”

Chris could actually feel Minho’s cum inside you. Volume so dense that it felt like he was dipping himself in an entire bottle of lubricant. It was turning him on way too much that he couldn’t even control how loudly he was groaning. Only a couple of pumps in, he put his initial plan on hold and pulled out of you.

“Look how much you made him cum,” he showed you the thick white liquid glazing his cock and dripping off his tip, “I wanna watch you suck him off of me.”

The sight topped the chart of the dirtiest yet most erotic things you’d ever seen, easy, and it was making you salivate. You promptly got on fours before him once he laid down, not even caring about teasing him like you usually would. You straight up choked on him.

“God fucking damn, taking me that deep without being asked. Just how fucking fantastic are you?”

As you were devouring Chris, you felt some movement behind you, and shortly after Minho’s face was between your legs again, about to taste you from scratch one more time.

“Her clit only,” Chris urged in panic, “The cum stays in.”

Then Minho began munching on your tingling clit. He was pushing you down on his face from your hips, and there was no way for you to escape his death grip. You were writhing in how unendurable the overstimulation quickly became, but your whimpering on Chris’ cock was sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body.

“Look at what he’s doing to himself while eating your creampied pussy,” he broke into a delirious smile, “Ride his face for me. Make him suck on your clit harder.”

When you looked back, you witnessed Minho lazily stroking his cock with one hand, making happy little sounds into your pussy in the meantime as if he was tasting the rarest delicacy that ever existed. Thinking about how you were still filled with Minho’s cum and watching you blow him like your life depended on it riled Chris up too much too fast. There was no way he could hold back any longer.

“Yes. Fucking yes, milk it out of me. God, I’m gonna soak you in cum,” he swiftly sat up straight and started pumping himself frantically, “Stick your tongue out.”

Chris was already feeling like he was being edged for the longest time, watching Minho fuck you into his own bed and devouring your pussy. The second his eyes landed on your tongue, strings of his warm seed spurted all over your face and glazed your skin deliciously.

“Clean her face,” he instructed Minho while descending between your legs just to eat your creampied pussy for his own pleasure, “Spotless.”

Without having him say it twice, Minho laid down beside you and prompted you to close your eyes by brushing his fingers on your eyelids. Deprived of your sight, you felt the pair of wet muscles gliding on you even more profoundly, one on your folds and the other on your face ridding you of any trace of cum. You didn’t know what exactly took over you when Minho licked a clean stripe on your cheek, but you grabbed his hands to steal his attention.

“Let’s share.”

It wasn’t a request per se; you just informed him that you were going to do it. 

And when Chris caught a glimpse of what you were doing, he felt like his entire body got shocked.

You asked Minho to share his taste with you. Strike one. You were sucking on the coat of cum on Minho’s tongue so hungrily like you were starved for days. Strike two.

Then you swiped your fingers on your cheekbone to collect some of his cum and dared to start rubbing your clit with it as your personal lubricant.

Chris fucking lost it. 

It was most likely a byproduct of liquid gold, but he still couldn’t believe how fast he recuperated to get fully hard again. He started following the rhythm you liked so much before he took what he needed from you.

Up. Down. Up. Suck. A little more. Now swirl. Swirl. Swirl!

You moaned loudly into Minho’s mouth, properly dizzy and most likely out of any more orgasms to have by then. He soothed you with kisses on your face as you rode out your high on Chris’ mouth.

“You know what would make you taste even sweeter?” he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, “Double frosting.”

Through your almost blurry vision, you saw Chris getting on his knees and aligning himself with your throbbing entrance, too conveniently slippery for him to slide right in.

“Open up.”

He dragged your bottom lip down to prompt you to open your mouth, and then you felt a trail of saliva landing on your tongue. Out of everything Chris did the entire night, oddly enough, this one felt like his most possessive move.

“Jerk him off for me. Let’s get your tits creamed, too,” he declared his final request of the night, then addressed Minho, “And you know what you need to do.”

Minho positioned himself so he could lick your clit while allowing you to stroke him comfortably. Chris’ eyes on you were a bit intense as if he was trying to tell you something, but you weren’t in possession of any reasoning anymore to decode what it was. You just focused on his breathing instead. How it escalated as his pace got faster. How he got two steps closer to his final destination. How he had your entire soul in a chokehold at that moment even though there was another man with you in this bed.

Minho interrupted your long-running existential crisis when he suddenly stopped and fucked himself into his hand until he covered your chest with a much smaller volume of cum this time. You were unbearably sore at that point so you stopped him when he attempted to go down again. He hopped off the bed as soon as he collected himself and gathered his clothes.

“You kids carry on. This night never happened,” he pressed his index finger on his lips and winked, then disappeared into the hallway. Mere moments later, you heard the sound of water running. 

You felt so vulnerable under Chris all of a sudden.

“I don’t– I don’t have to finish if y—”

“I’m fine. This is always my favorite part,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “What’s the point if you’re not breeding me in the finale?”

A tired smile appeared on his lips, and he put his hand under your waist to support your body better. The front door opened and closed in the distance, indicative of Minho’s departure, and for some reason, once he left the premises for good, Chris started running to the finish line as fast as he could, unable to look away from your eyes.

I do. I do worship you. You’re all I ever wanted.

There were so many things he wanted to say, but it was neither the right place nor the right time, not even the right point in the timeline of his life. 

“Chris…”

As if you didn’t do anything to each other the entire night, the second he heard you call his name, his entire body convulsed over you. You let him rest his head on your shoulder for some time as a pleasant sense of fatigue slowly started to envelop you. The acts committed throughout the night were highly questionable, but you felt satisfied.

You felt happy.

“Rest now,” he pulled the sheets to cover you from the shoulder down, “I’ll go take a shower first.”

“Can you wake me up if I fall asleep?”

“Mhm.”

When Chris came back to his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, you were indeed sleeping. He sat down beside you and watched the way your chest softly rose and fell for a while. He was feeling a weird sense of tightening in his ribcage when he realized he actually didn’t want to wake you up. Could he fake that he tried but you didn’t wake up if you asked him? Could he—?

“Oh, you’re back,” you opened your eyes, sleep still dripping from them.

“I was– I was about to—”

“Mm, you smell good,” you smiled while inhaling the pleasant scent of his shower gel, “I’ll go take a shower. I sacrificed myself to two sex gods tonight.”

Chris involuntarily burst out laughing as you got up to your feet.

“I put out towels for you in the bathroom.”

“Thank you,” you ruffled his damp hair.

You gathered your clothes and walked to the bathroom naked. When you emerged again, you were fully dressed as though you had never seen each other naked before.

“Thank you for tonight,” you peeked into the living room where Chris was lounging on a couch reading, “I had a great time.”

“It’s late. I’ll give you a ride.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know,” he closed the cover of the book and grabbed his car keys, “I want to.”

You were both so tired that nobody uttered a word throughout the whole drive, but it felt safe. It felt nice to have Chris with you. As you were looking out the window watching the streetlights pass by, your heart was doing these weird somersaults, and you were feeling this intense urge to smile like an idiot for some reason.

“Thank you for agreeing to spend your birthday with me,” Chris softly uttered as he pulled the handbrake, then immediately corrected himself, “I mean… with us.”

“It’s not like I was doing you a favor, you know. I had a blast myself,” you smiled knowingly, “You were too hot to handle tonight.”

You saw something on Chris’ face for the first time. It was a smile alright, but it was almost almost laced with a tinge of shyness.

Your heart skipped multiple beats.

“Good night, Chris,” you stole one last glance from him and exited the car.

He watched you until you walked into your building, then went home to properly crash. Little did he know he wasn’t going to be able to get the rest his entire body was craving.

Chris found himself in an unfamiliar room. Sitting. He wasn’t tied or anything, but he wasn’t able to move. He knew the bed he was facing; it was his own. You were on it on fours. So was Minho.

Fucking you.

“Admit it, you want me more,” Minho was smiling maniacally as he pulled on your hair, “You came so hard with me, your legs were shaking.”

“Don’t say that to his face. He’ll never be able to take it,” you looked dead into Chris’ eyes, “No one’s ever gonna love you, Christopher.”

Chris snapped his eyes open with a gasp, completely covered in sweat. He had no idea what the fuck was up with what he witnessed just now. Were you seeing this in your dream by any chance? He didn’t know.

But what he did know was that he did not like what he saw.

He got up from the couch he passed out on and poured himself a tall glass of cold water to soothe his insides. Something at the back of his head was telling him he was neck-deep in trouble, and it was too late to nip it in the bud.

There was nothing he could do anymore besides helplessly waiting for the cancer to spread until it killed him.

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Smutober ~ Day 8 ~Begging ~ Bang Chan [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

PAIRING: Chan x GN!Reader  (No pronouns used)

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI, begging, blow jobs, whiney bang chan, sub bang chan,

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

"Please." He whimpered as you ran the tip of your fingers over the length of his cock, his eyes watering a little as he looked at you. You don't think you'd ever seen your boyfriend look this desperate before and it drove you wild with power. You'd heard him beg before, but this was something else, this was something that was driving you insane,

"Beg a little more," You smirked at him as his cheeks began to flame a bright red colour and he let out a small whimper. 

"Please...Suck my cock, just a little." He whimpered out, his hands reaching down to play with himself but you swatted his hand away.

"I told you not to tease me at dinner and what did you do?" You questioned, watching as he pouted out his bottom lip. He knew exactly what he'd been doing all dinner but he never would have expected you to crack the whip like you were doing right now.

"Yn...Please," He whispered as you continued to run your finger along the veins in his dick, smirking as it twitched at the smallest of touches from you. He let out a small hiss as you moved your hand away from him again, he was desperate to feel you around him, to feel your hand or even your mouth if he was lucky enough,

"You can do better than that." You told him as you watched him panting a little, his head falling back against the pillows as he whined out.

"Do you think you deserve my mouth, baby?" You titled your head to the side and he nodded frantically, sitting up straight and staring at you as you met his gaze. His eyes were filled with need and you smirked a little knowing that you had complete control over him right now, it got you off sometimes.

"Please...Fuck, please Yn I'm so desperate," He grunted as you moved to the end of the bed, sinking onto the floor on your knees and watching as your boyfriend scrambled to sit on the edge of the bed. His dick waiting for you as you smirked a little, precum was leaking from the tip and it only drove you more power-hungry.

"Listen to yourself, you're begging for my mouth like a good boy." You chuckled a little, slowly wrapping your hands around the base of his dick and pumping torturously slow.

"You're begging for me to suck your cock like a needy little slut," You cooed sarcastically but Chan didn't care right now,

"Please, Yn." He slips out as he bucks his hips a little trying to move your hand faster but you tighten your grip - just enough for him to grunt but not so that it was painful.

"Please. I need you to make me feel good! I need you, you're all I ever think about...P-Please, Yn, Please, let me cum in your mouth." Your heart was rapidly pounding against your chest before you lowered your head toward the tip of his cock, licking the precum away and moaning at the taste of him.

"Fuck," He hisses, rolling his head back and letting it hang there as you kiss the tip of his dick as he let out a string of curses. His hands stayed by his side and you wrapped your lips around him fully, smirking as you began to slide your mouth down his dick. Chan couldn't help but let out one of the loudest moans you'd ever heard him do and you smirked,

"Jesus, Yn." You smile around him, he sounds so out of breath and it turns you on more knowing that you were the one doing this to your boyfriend. Your tongue swirls as you bob your head slowly, one of your hands twisting at the base of him while your other moves to cup his balls. Your fingers gently worked the tandem while you sucked him hard.

"Please I'm so close," The sound of it urged you on as you began to move your head faster around him, looking up at him through your lashes as you picked up the pace of your hands.

"Fuck, I-I can't...Please...Please let me cum," He begged and you moaned out around him, staring up at him as you watched his eyes on you. His hips began to jerk a little as he felt himself getting closer,

"Ugh shit...I-I'm cumming," He huffs out as you feel his cock twitching in your mouth, spilling into the back of your throat as you swallow everything he gives to you.

"T-Thank you," He panted breathelssly, falling back onto the bed as you let out a small laugh before leaning down and kissing his forehead softly, 

"Let's go shower, I'll let you touch me." You whispered before rushing toward the en-suite, your boyfriend chasing after you.

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Both

Symphony Smut Series Day 16: Todrick Hall's Both

Lyric: I can make you moist or I can make you fire.

Pairings: Minho × fem!reader × Chan

Warnings: Smut MINORS DNI, oral ( f recieving), poly relationship, dom! Minho, dom!Chan, sub!reader, fingering, double penetration, p in v sex, rough sex, dirty talk, mean dom Minho, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, anal sex eyy, dacryphillia

A/N: and it is the second threesome of this series. I love that you guys loved the first threesome so much so I made another one with Minho and Channie, aka my husbands.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Living with two boyfriends had been a much livelier experience than you would had initially thought. Or maybe perhaps it was because they were Minho and Chan was what made it lively.

They were completely opposite to each other in all aspects. Which especially showed in the bedworks.

Minho was your drug for slavery while Chan was your poison for salvation.

Their duality was what turned you on, they could call you their little princess and give you as much pleasure as you wanted or they could tell you that you're their slut, with a pussy made only for them.

So it was no surprise that when you got mad with one, you went to another.

And on one fine Tuesday evening that's exactly what happened.

"Princess are you alright?" Chan peeked his head around the door, his eyes taking time to adjust to the dim light. His ears were working though, and your sobs broke his heart. He didn't like it when you argued with Minho. He knew both of you were competitive, and competition never lead to much success, it usually led to tears and ignoring.

"If he sent you here-" you hiccuped, looking up at Chan, "Tell him I'm never going to talk to him again."

"You're so adorable." Chan chuckled, leaning into you kiss you, his hands on your hips, "How about a little session hmm? To get your mind off things?"

"What if he hears?"

“Minho has in headphones in” he breathes out, slowly leaning in to kiss you. you meet him halfway, lips colliding against one another as his hand starts to trail down the curve of your waist. He pulls apart for a second, placing a quick peck before he speaks again. “He won't hear what he's missing.”

Chan makes quick work of the pants you had on, tearing them down your thighs as his primal instincts starts to kick in. In seconds, his head is buried in between your thighs, nose pressed against your clit.

“darling-“ he breathes out, absolutely in awe of how delicious you’re going to taste for him right now. “this is…” he trails off, unsure if words could describe how much this means to him.

“Never seen you so speechless before.” You tease, trying not to squirm under his gaze, his eyes locked onto the wet slick pooling at your entrance.

“What can i say?” he presses a kiss just above your clit, eyes darting up to yours. “I like having you all to myself.”

You open your mouth to retort but his tongue catches your throbbing nub first, sending a jolt throughout your body. After that first taste, he’s gone. completely lost in you and the frenzy begins.

He tosses your leg over his shoulder, angling himself to get deeper. His tongue delves back into you and you feel him everywhere. It’s enough to arch your back, your fingers clawing in his hair. He grunts approvingly into your messy cunt, licking up every little speck of drink he can get his mouth on.

Each precise stroke of his tongue has you unraveling in his hold, undoubtedly gushing more of your essence on his eagerly awaiting mouth. He was practically moaning now, the vibrations shooting throughout your body. He breaks for air for a moment, licking his lips and looking up to you.

It’s all too much and you’d be lying if you said his enthusiasm wasn’t the driving force towards your release. you’d never been with a man so desperate for your taste, especially when you were in this state.

Your back starts to arch off the bedroll, reeling in the pleasure that’s about to snap. The coil shatters into a thousand pieces as you dig your fingers into his curls once again. You don’t know if you were loud or not, you don’t know anything as a white veil had taken up your vision, pleasure coursing through your veins as your blood pounds within your ears.

It takes a few moments for you to come back down to reality, your head swimming in the pleasure Chan hurtled you in. You watch as he places one last kiss against your cunt, slowly backing up on his haunches.

"Having fun there aren't you?"

Oh fucking no

You snapped your head up to look at the doorway, where your eyes fell on the image of Minho, casually leaning against the door, shit eating smirk on his face.

"Want a taste? Im done." Chan got off the bed and plopped onto the nearby armchair.

"So the plan did work." Minho chuckled, taking off his jacket, and striding across the room, looking at your confused figure with bedroom plan.

"What fucking plan?" You spat with venom in your tone, making Minho click his tongue together.

"Chan offered to help me after our little 'argument'." Minho dipped the bed down with his weight, "And let's just say, now that you're all riled like our pretty princess-" he took off his belt, "You won't refuse my fingers will you?"

"Fuck you Lee Minho, and you too." You directed the last part at Chan who merely shrugged his shoulders, and lounged on the armchair.

You gasped as Minho cupped your pussy, involuntarily clenching around nothing and feeling a gush of wetness spilling as your body reacted in anticipation.

"Aww did you miss me that much?

“Use your fingers properly and find out.”

Your taunt didn’t go amiss. “Not even a sorry?,” he said, arrogance dripping from each word.

Much to your frustration, your hips rolled into his touch, silently wishing he would stop avoiding your swell. Minho's hands worked quickly to unbutton your shirt. You knew all too well that you’d feel his cock hard enough if he was already this eager to expose your breasts. Your nipples quickly hardened and you rolled your hips once more, causing one of his fingers to slide inside.

It was the vicious clenches around his finger that snapped him out of it and his lustful eyes met yours. “Give me one reason not to slide out of you.”

"Chan's cock is getting hard and you don't want to disappoint him do you? He is the favourite in this relationship right?" You grumbled, feeling Minho's finger slide across your pussy. You tried your hardest not to moan.

Minho threw a glance at Chan who was chuckling behind his fingers, his cock almost bursting through his trousers.

A second finger slithered past your tightness and he brought his lips to your ear. “you're right. He is my favourite, but he doesn't have a pussy like yours does he?”

Your whimpers increased in intensity and you looped your arms around his neck for added support, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. The new angle allowed him to go knuckle-deep and you shuddered as his strained erection pressed against his hand nudged him even deeper.

He groaned first, clearly enjoying the newfound friction, and you clenched hard at how his face twisted in pleasure. His lips brushed against yours this time, dragging his fingers back as you clenched desperately around him.

“What happened darling?” he taunted as you tried to have him back inside, your hips following his retreating hand. “That desperate for my fingers?”

You whined in response, frustrated that you were now faced with an agonising emptiness.

“Look princess” he continued, sliding one finger back inside, but not quite deep enough to fully satisfy you. “I can be quite greedy when I want to.”

“But what?” you groaned, trying to have him sink deeper to no avail.

He placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back. “But I am willing to share you with Chan for a bit.”

The moans and whimpers and gasps that slipped from you were being effectively muffled, the third finger nudged at your entrance and you could only roll your eyes shut as your bit hard around your tongue to not give him the satisfaction.

“Surely you can take one more,” he teased, his voice low. It slid inside painfully slowly and the stretch had you gasping.

The combination of being so full of him and how he allowed you to rub your clit on his palm was too much. The lewd sounds were almost too obscene and you gripped both hands together, holding onto the remainder of the sanity you had left.

For a brief moment, he allowed you to ride three of his fingers, giving you the illusion that you’d reach your peak easily and rather quickly. His generosity came to an abrupt halt just as you felt the familiar coil down below becoming more and more overwhelming, your body quickly reaching the point of no return.

And then you felt a painful emptiness as he pulled out from you at once.

He chuckled when you groaned in sheer frustration, looking over at Chan and giving him a smirk too.

Of course. He was a sadist.

“Now, now,” he tutted, caressing your flushed cheek with his thumb, a single tear streaming down your face. “You didn’t think I would be that generous , did you?” 

"Fuck you both so much."

"Well if you say so doll." Chan shrugged his shoulders again and got up, getting onto the bed as well.

"Only if she stays silent though." Minho chuckles like a madman. Fuck you, you thought, but you couldn't get the words out.

Chan removes his underwear, and you suddenly don’t feel so sure that you can take anymore. “i-I” you can’t get the words out as a moan slips from your lips, when he enters you in one thrust. Your head falls back and your eyes close at the feeling of his thick length inside you. Had he always been this big?

“Fuck you're tight” Chan groans. “oh fuck” you breath feeling too full and overwhelmed already, and he hasn’t even moved yet. “How does she feel?" Minho asks Chan “So. Fucking. Tight” he groan as he slowly starts moving.

“oh fuuuck” you moan, unable to stay silent. Your hands search for something to hold on to, and they reach Chan's dark curls “Does it feel good darling?” Minho whispers in your ear as he stretches your ass with his fingers.

“f-fuck y-yes” you breath out as Chan picks up speed. “hmm you like Chan fucking you while I stretch your ass?”. “Yes” you moan again. “Good girl, look how well you’re taking us”

Chan groans as he picks up speed, hitting that one spot inside you that makes you scream. Minho’s hand clamps over your mouth again “what did I say about keeping silent darling?” he says mockingly.

“Fuck you're ready to come again aren’t you, I feel you fucking clamping on my fingers” he groans. “please” you beg them, but the sound is muffles by Minho's hand. “what was that darling….you want it harder and…deeper?” Minho says mockingly. “I think she said she wants it harder Chan.” he says. you try to shake your head, it’s already to much but Chan picks up speed even faster and Minho pushes a third finger in your ass. You come so hard you see stars. But both men don’t stop. No, they continue their ungodly rhythm.

You close your eyes enjoying the feeling. Your eyes shoot open when you feel Chan’s cock move through your folds. "Channie..” you gasps as he puts himself against your entrance.

“you wanted us both, so you get us both” he says darkly before he slowly thrusts inside you. Your vision blurs at the overwhelming fullness you feel. “fuck I can fucking feel you” Minho mutters to Chan.

“fuck” Chan groans in response. You already feeling another orgasm rise. “please…please” you have no idea what you’re begging for, the stimulation overwhelming you. “cum for us” Chan orders as he starts moving in and out of you again. You’re so close, you’re almost there.

Minho lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him, kissing him deeply. “No, I can’t. please” you beg. “You can do one more darling”

“hmmhhmmm f-ffuuuckk” you have no idea where the sounds are coming from that leave you, and who might hear. But you’re too far gone to care. You only feel them. Chan and Minho as they thrust in and out of your holes in a brutal pace.

“oh fuck…FUCK!” you scream out as yet another orgasm breaks you. you feel Chan and Minho come inside you almost at the same time. You have no idea if your still coming or if it’s another orgasm.

The room is filled with sounds of heavy panting as Minho and Chan slowly pull out, leaving you empty and exhausted.

"Princess?" Minho asks uncertainly, "you alright?"

"I'll forgive you if both of you do that everyday." You breathe out, being wrapped safely into Chan's arms.

"Well if you say so." Minho chuckled and smirked at Chan, who smiled back and wraped both of you tighter into a cocoon of comfort and horniness.

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