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Competitions & Confessions | Lee Chan

Synopsis: It seemed that student doctor Lee Chan could never win anything when you were in the running. Until he did.

Pairing: med student! Chan x med student fem! Reader (ft. Nurse! Soonyoung) 

Genre: Doctor au, rivals2lovers, crack, smut MDNI

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: mention of breathing issues/ medical issues, bickering (yes, that's a warning), explicit sexual content (no spoilers, but it's tame)

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional. This fic contains incorrect medical information and is supposed to be taken as a work of fiction.

A/n: Welcome to our confident Dino’s fic for the Seventeen Med series. You can find the masterpost here.

Chan couldn’t quite pinpoint when exactly he fell for you. The pretty student nurse who seemed to always know exactly what to do.

Maybe it was back in university, whenever you’d answer faster than he did in class, score higher than him in tests, to the point that you even got accepted an internship as a nurse at SVT MED way before graduation. Whether or not you knew that that was his dream hospital since he got his arm patched up there years ago, he didn’t know, but it still got to him. Heck, you even did the social game better than him because it seemed that no matter what you did, people were drawn to you. But even so, you never gave him the time of day, not unless it was to tell him he was late for something.

Dr. Lee Jihoon had assigned the two of you as nurse and doctor. Meaning that whatever patients Chan had or studied, you followed. Of course, you, being you, would hardly follow him around unless one of the actual doctors or nurses clocked you for being somewhere else. However, even if you were where Chan was, you never let him take the reigns on anything, doing exactly what you would do in university and stealing the show before his number even came on.

The only reason you knew where he was around the hospital anyway was because your pagers were synced. And unlike right now, wherever he went, you went the opposite.

“What do we got?” You confidently and calmly asked the paramedics that rolled in a patient on a stretcher into the emergency department.

“Fifteen year old female collapsed during class due to a severe asthma attack. We put her on oxygen and gave a dose of adrenaline to open up her airway, but there was no response.” The paramedic speaks clearly and hands over the patients chart to Dr. Kwon.

“Alright, Laura, we’ll take good care of you.” He speaks as calmly as possible to make sure the patient is responsive. “What can we do to help? Students?” He looks up and towards you and Chan.

“We give her Epinephrine?” Chan asks as they count to three and move the patient from the stretcher to one of the beds in the E.D.

“She’s already producing it, and her body isn’t responsive. We need to administer another dose of adrenaline to clear her airways.” You cut in, and nurse Kwon gives you an impressed nod.

“Someone’s been paying attention.” Nurse Kwon speaks and continues to direct the other nurses.

Another thing that Chan couldn’t pinpoint. Why you always seemed to know everything but never give him the chance to be right. Whatever he said, you had to disagree. It was like he was never good enough.

As you walked back out of Laura’s room after checking on her, you bumped into Chans chest.

“I know I’m your assigned student nurse, but you don’t need to be my shadow, Chan.” You chastise, giving him a pat on the chest, which was surprisingly firm, but you shook away the thought and went on to fill in some follow-up details on the patients form.

“Why do you always have to one-up me?” He asks from behind you.

“Excuse me?” You complete the form and hand it over to nurse Boo. Turning from the counter and towards the cafe.

“Anytime I make a diagnosis or a suggestion, you have to..." making a hand motion that replicates turning, “swoop in and make me look bad.” Chan matches your pace and complains.

You scoff at this, “It’s my job to assist you. Had we gone with your diagnosis, which, by the way, are a miss majority of the time, then we would have mistreated the patients. That’s who I care about. Making sure the patients are taken care of. Not your ego.” You reach the cafe, and the barista starts preparing your usual shot of espresso. You smile and thank her after paying with your hospital membership card.

“W-Well I care about the patients, too.” Chan follows you back towards the student break room, which you find empty as he holds the door open for you.

“Oh really?” You walk into the room and place your to-go cup on the table while you get your sandwich from your locker.

“Yeah.” He starts before fading off. “It’s just hard to think clearly with you around.” Chan confesses in frustration. This piques your attention, so you urge him to continue, and he sighs, avoiding your curious gaze. “You’re just really annoying.

Noting how flustered he is from his flushed neck and ears, you piece the puzzle together.

“So you liiikkkee me?” you tease with a smirk.

“I said you’re annoying. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” He deflects with a snarl.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep up with the pressure, Lee.” You press on.

He knows you’re pushing his buttons. This is what you always do. This Tom and Jerry thing the two of you have had since university. But this ends today.

You barely register the click of the lock before your back is being pressed up against the wall, sandwich on the floor.

Chan stares down at you, jaw clenched and eyes dark. “I’m getting really tired of you always having something to say.” His hands grip your waist tight but not enough to bruise. Yet.

“Then why don’t you do something about it?” You challenge. You looked up at him through your lashes.

A few tense moments pass before your lips are crushed with his own. An unforgiving clash of teeth and tongues that has your head spinning. Your hands clutch onto the collar of his coat to tug him closer.

Chans hands slip under the fabric of your scrubs, feeling the softness of your skin and tracing the curve of your waist up towards the fabric of your bra.

Panting, you break away first, but his lips find home along your jaw and neck. Your arms wrap around his neck when he presses his thick thigh between your legs, ripping a whine out of you.

“Gotta keep quiet. Unless you want someone to hear what a dirty little girl you are for me. Hm?” He slicks a wet stripe along your pulse point, sucking on it and pulling back to look you in the eye. A serious expression on his face that makes you squirm and nod obediently. “Good.”

With his firm grip on your hips, Chan guides you to ride his thigh. The multiple layers making it frustrating for you to get enough friction on your clit. You bite your lip to contain your noises, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with how wet you’re becoming.

“Chan,” you whisper pathetically, “please, I need more.” Your heart beats violently against your ribcage, and eyes are wide and wet when they look up at him. He looks back at you with a mock frown, cooing at your desperation.

“Think you can handle the pressure?” He echoes your own taunt back to you.

Biting back a retort, you put on your sweetest voice, “I can handle whatever you give me, Channie.” And for extra measure, “please?”

Chans lips are on yours again, and a deep groan rises in his throat that you swallow eagerly. Running your fingers through his hair and pulling as he shoves your pants down roughly. He takes a step back the pretty little lace that hides you away from his hungry eyes. A smirk on his kiss bitten lips.

“Do you dress up like this every day? Or is today just my lucky day?” He gets onto his knees, dying to see and taste what’s been wrapped up so prettily.

Little did he know that you dressed up every day just for him. In hopes that he would finally see through your games and taunts and just put you in your place. But time and time again, he let you walk all over his ego, embarrassed him in front of his buddies and especially his seniors. It wasn’t to harm him or his career. Let’s just say you had childish tendencies of picking on the boy you liked.

You stayed away from him the majority of the time to control your own horny brain. The number of times you’ve wanted to jump his bones were uncharted. The number of times you’ve come undone to the thought of him were... unspeakable. But you would confess, and you did exactly that.

“I’ve dressed up for you every day, Channie” You breathe out so lightly he almost missed it.

But he chooses to slip the soaked fabric to the side and dive right into your heat. A firm hand grips your left thigh, pushing up and open to spread you out for him as best as he could.

Your back arched off the wall as your hips bucked into his mouth. His tongue swirling around your swollen clit making you squirm and bite down on your lip lest you make noise. He hummed quietly into your core at the taste of you. It was beyond his imagination and cause blood to rush through his body straight to his leaking tip.

You went to help him hold your panties to the side so he could get a better grip on you. Which he did by hoisting your plush thighs onto his shoulders. Lips wrapped around your clit, sucking as he moved his face side to side, stimulating you further before popping off and fucking his tongue into your weeping hole.

You wanted to cry out so badly, but you didn’t want him to stop. So you took your other hand to his hair and gripped gently in appreciation, to which you received a satisfied hum of approval. He used the tip of his nose to stimulate your clit as continued to dig his wet muscle into your warmth. Your walls clenching around him at every stroke as you felt yourself teeter closer and closer to the edge.

How he could work you up so fast with just his mouth alone, you had no clue. But you didn’t care. As long as it was used on you and not anyone else. It was so good you felt the tingles from the tip of your nose all the way down to your toes as they curled in your socks and shoes.

“Close” you whispered, although it came out in a sigh of pleasure.

Chan didn’t need you to warn him. He could feel you getting close. The way your walls pulsed and your thighs shook. So he brought you there, with a violent sequence of thrusts into your hole and a brutal suck of your clit, you cane undone on his awaiting tongue. He couldn’t help but let his eyes close as the honeyed slick trickled down his tongue and he drank it all up like a man dying of thirst.

Only when you began to squirm away from did he help settle you back onto your feet. Your breathing is still unsteady when he licks you lean, fixes your panties into place, and helps you put your pants back on. Once he’s standing up right, hands keeping you steady by your hips and looking you in the eye, your hazy gaze locks onto his nervous one.

“Was that - Did I- Are you okay?” He stumbles over his words as he looks you over and asses you.

You can’t help but giggle a breathy sound that makes Chan blush. “That was perfect. And yeah, I’m okay.” You answer. “More than okay.” You smile up at him and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. One that he returns softly. Sweeter than the previous ones.

“What did you mean?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Hm?” Your brows furrow slightly as you pull back to look at him.

“When you said you dressed up for me every day.” He recalls, and you make a face of recollection.

You smile bashfully and tell him how you’ve had the fattest crush on him since UNI days, and all you wanted was his attention…

“So you tease and torment me? What are you five?” He chuckles amused by your confession, and you mistake it for rejection. Swallowing nothing and feeling the heat of embarrassment. Chan notices your change when your hands slide down from his shoulders to his chest and quickly recovers. “I mean, a simple ‘Hey, Chan. I like you.’ Would have been better, no?” He lifts your chin with one finger to meet his gentle gaze.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Your smile is back, and he loves it all the more now that it’s solely for him.

The next time you’re bumping into him, he looks around before stealing a kiss. You grimace playfully every time, and he smiles triumphantly each time because he finally beat you at something.

It just happened to be confessing.

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