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Lethal Company Shimmy ~

little company

FOR THA COMPANY!!!!

having a lot of fun with the new lethal company enemy. i want a bracken to mistake a masked for a normal employee & get scared

Had an absolute blast playing lethal company today with a big group of friends, here's some celebratory doodles. (Additionally, some doodles I did in class)

YAY I GOT BALIU AFTER HAVING HER LC FOR A YEAR!!!!

three men and a slut

=͟͟͞➳❥ member  |  seungcheol x vernon x chan x fem reader

=͟͟͞➳❥ genre  |  smut

=͟͟͞➳❥ word count  |  ~2,700

=͟͟͞➳❥ warnings  |  foursome, car sex, dom!cheol, sub!vernon, sub!chan, switch!reader, pet names (princess, puppy, baby, good girl), name calling (slut, whore), possessive cheol, fingering, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism, voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, a little manhandling, some choking, a teeny bit of objectification ?, masturbation (m), creampie (they don't discuss birth control so BE SAFE), no mentions of alcohol but it's kinda implied they're a little tipsy, they're still aware enough to consent though!!, there's no clear relationships but it's mentioned that cheol & reader used to hook up, this is just really rough and nasty car sex, if i missed any please lmk!

=͟͟͞➳❥ notes  |  lowercase intended. this is technically the first threesome (well- foursome) i've written so feedback would be really helpful! also i don't usually write sub!idol just bc i personally am not experienced being a dom so that's why i usually write sub!reader, but for this i wanted to try writing it :) also don't laugh at my title i think i'm very clever and funny

this is written completely targeted at @duhnova i hope you suffer (lovingly) merry christmas heathen <3 please note since this was written with nova in mind it may have some things that not everybody enjoys so don't feel obligated to read if it's not something you're into! everybody has different tastes. for those that read it, i hope you like it hehe - 💒 june

minors dni - you will be blocked.

“chan will be here– soon,” you call behind you, stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk as you walk to go sit at a bench outside the club. 

vernon follows behind you, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “are you… coming back to my place?”

“mhm!” you giggle, sloppily pressing your lips against his. your tongue delves into his mouth as he whimpers, his hands falling to your hips and squeezing, pulling you against him so you can feel he's already half hard.

with public indecency charges the furthest thing from your mind, you’re almost considering undressing him right here and now, until a pair of bright white lights engulfs you and a shrill honk sounds behind you.

reluctantly you pull away from vernon, and he quickly reaches out to wipe the little bit of drool from your mouth as you turn towards the black suv.

“hiii, channie!” you sing out as you fling open the back door, vernon teetering after you.

he smiles, calling your name. "so where am i taking you now? your house, or vernon's?"

"mine," vernon says, helping you into the car with a grin before sliding into the passenger seat himself.

the drive starts out fine. until you look up at vernon in the front seat, hooded eyes watching the streetlights go by, and you begin thinking to yourself how pretty his face would be when you sit on his cock.

so you tell him so.

"you wanna… what?" he says, turning around in his seat to face you, his cheeks dusted with pink.

"well, it's not like i haven't before," you frown, scooching to the edge of your seat so you can lean forward to hear him better.

vernon sighs. "not in front of chan, though."

“you know i can hear you guys, right? i’m literally right here,” chan mutters, his eyes glued to the road. “now sit back in the seat and put your seatbelt on, or i’ll pull over.”

“well, you can join,” you sulk, but you slide back into the seat. “you don’t have to be so grouchy about it. do you want me to suck your dick? you probably have a really nice dick, too, would probably fit so nice in my mouth."

vernon whines about something in the front seat, but you can’t hear him, so you lean forward again to hear him. chan sees you out of the corner of his eye and glares at you, turning off at the next freeway exit and pulling into the first empty parking lot.

“can you just– do whatever it is you need to do so i can take you home safely?” he asks, exasperated.

“sure, if you don’t mind watching. or participating,” you say, already climbing up over the center console to sit yourself on vernon’s lap before chan can say anything.

you’re already starting to grind down onto him, but vernon stills your hips and looks over at chan, then back at you. “baby, we can wait til we get back home. don't make him watch if he doesn't want to."

you pout. “no, i want him to watch,” you whine, sliding your hands along vernon’s arms. “want him to see how good you make me feel.”

you look at vernon, and vernon looks over at chan. he coughs awkwardly, his face a bright shade of red that's only half visible in the moonlight. "i… never said i didn't wanna watch," he says finally.

"see! told you," you tell vernon, smacking his shoulder lightly. 

you turn back to face them, both their eyes watching you intently.

"so. who wants to do what first?"

while you’ve been caught up with the two men in the car with you, at the other end of the parking lot, seungcheol is just locking up at his closing shift.

the lot is empty, except for one car a few rows down from his, which is… odd, considering it’s after three in the morning. and when he looks closer, he notices they’ve got their hazard lights on. 

so of course, he can’t just leave without checking it out. somebody might be in trouble.

and somebody is in trouble. you, for cumming without permission, as vernon’s fingers are deep inside your cunt and you lean across the seat to bob your head up and down on chan’s lap.

“can feel you throbbing on my fingers,” vernon moans. he leans his head forward to kiss your hip, but it quickly turns into a bite, his teeth skimming over your ass as he sucks deep bruises into your skin. 

seungcheol is just about to knock on the window and ask if whoever’s inside needs help, when his jaw falls open at the sight in front of him. oh, the way his eyes go wide when he sees your ass, plastered against the passenger side window, your dripping pussy spread open on display with vernon’s fingers shoved into you for anyone who might walk by to see; your pretty lips wrapped around the driver’s girthy cock, spit pooling around the base of it from how hard you’re sucking.

you’re all so consumed with each other, drinking in how pretty you all look all fucked out already, that you don’t even notice your friend watching until vernon moans, rolling his head to the side and seeing seungcheol standing outside, face contorted with emotion.

vernon leans over to tap your shoulder to get your attention, then motions to the window, finally sliding his fingers out of you and wiping your wetness on your breasts.

you turn around, drool trickling from the corners of your mouth as you wipe your hand across your face, smearing it across your chin. you break into a grin and sit back onto vernon’s lap, reaching behind you to open his door. “hi, cheollie.”

chan looks up, breathing heavily as he struggles to recover from the feeling of your perfect, wet little mouth on him. “yo-you know him?” he pants.

“we… used to hook up,” seungcheol says, and if you weren’t so distracted by a million other things you might have noticed the cold tone to his voice. “looks like you’ve moved on, huh, princess?”

“and what if i have?” you giggle, raising an eyebrow daringly.

he tsks, his features morphing into a look you know all too well. “if i’d have known i’d see you tonight, i would’ve brought your collar, puppy,” he says with a sly grin that has vernon and chan’s mouths falling open in shock.

you sit back, placing your hands on vernon's chest. "well, you can join in, too. don't be a brat now, cheollie."

he scoffs. "princess, i think the only brat here is you."

you roll your eyes and point to the back door as you wrap your hand around vernon's cock, slowly beginning to move up and down. "door's unlocked. take it or leave it."

seungcheol just smirks, taking off his jacket and yanking open the door to slide into the backseat.

vernon whimpers as you curl your hand around him, the tips of your manicured nails gently scraping down his length as he bucks up into your hand.

you bring your other hand up to his cheek to kiss him. "you're the lucky one tonight, darling," you tell him. "you get to fuck me."

he groans, and he swears he'll cum on the spot, but then you're sinking down onto his cock and the car fills with his pretty sounds.

as he starts to find a rhythm, you lean back over and reattach your mouth to chan’s cock, painfully hard from so much happening all at once. precum drools from his tip, red and throbbing, and he sighs in relief when you finally begin to swirl your tongue around him.

cheol positions himself in the backseat, muscular legs spread wide as he watches three pretty little sluts whining in the front seat.

he's fine with sitting back and observing for now. he's fucked you enough times, had you in so many positions before, that it's almost nice to have the chance to see someone else ruin you.

but of course, both you and he know that no one makes you cum like he does; even these two cute men you have fawning over you every move, they can't make you scream their names like you would his.

so for now he sits back, patiently waiting for his turn, so he can show these two what it really means to give someone pleasure.

"i'm so close, bab–princess," vernon moans, correcting himself automatically after hearing the names seungcheol called you by earlier.

you clench around him, not used to hearing the familiar word on his lips.

"please, m'bout to cum, can i…" he pants, "…inside? please, i–"

"no."

the deep, stern voice that comes from the backseat is so unexpected, vernon's hips stutter, his orgasm falling away in a matter of seconds.

"you don't get to cum inside," cheol says, finally moving to unbuckle his pants and slip them onto the floor. "that's my job, and my job only." his hard cock slaps against his stomach, aching at the feeling of finally being freed from his pants.

"come on back here, slut," he says gruffly, motioning with two fingers. the same fingers you've had stuffed in your mouth, your cunt, every one of your holes, and that you can't help but imagine cumming on again– even after you've cum so many times already.

you whine but you comply, lifting your hips and letting vernon's cock slip out of you as he lets out a long, low groan.

he twists around in his seat, watching you climb back into the backseat.

"well, what are we supposed to do now?" he whines, gripping his cock with one hand.

"watch," seungcheol barks out, and to your surprise, vernon obeys, sitting back in his seat without complaining, his neck craned behind him to see what you're doing.

cheol grabs you by your shoulders and manhandles you into the seat on all fours, one hand wrapped around the back of your neck.

you wiggle your ass and he gives it a smack, so loud it cuts through the air.

"you ready, little brat?" he growls, rubbing at your skin where his slap left a mark.

"ple-ase?" you whimper, exaggerating the word. it's nowhere near as much begging as he'd usually require, but he's still a guest in this car, so he lets it go. if you ever call him for another late-night fuck, he'll be sure to make you beg twice as hard to make up for it then.

with one hand still grasping your neck, he uses his other hand to line himself up with you, finally pushing into you and bottoming out with one thrust.

he laughs at the way you whine, your hands gripping onto the edge of the seat. "forgotten what it's like to have a real cock in you, hm?" he teases.

you vaguely register vernon whimpering from the front seat, and out of the corner of your eye you can see his hand jerking up and down rapidly, no doubt building himself back up to the orgasm that cheol ruined just minutes ago.

cheol doesn't move, so you begin pushing your hips back against his, setting your own pace as he simply sits there, letting you fuck yourself on him.

but, as you're used to with him, he only allows you to do this for a minute or two before he's gripping your neck more tightly and thrusting into you.

you yelp at the sudden change of pace, your head falling forward as you hang onto the seat beneath you for dear life.

"you like it like this, don't you?" he groans, his hips slamming against yours so hard you're sure they'll leave your ass bruised when he’s finished. "my little whore, so greedy for a nice, thick cock, you'll do anything, won't you?"

you know he's expecting an answer, but his brutal pace barely allows you time to breathe, let alone speak. so all you can do is whimper in agreement, trying your best to nod but getting lost in the motion of his perfectly angled thrusts that have your knees shaking.

"three of us here with our own personal slut, to use however we want," he continues, giving your ass another hard slap that makes you clench around him.

with quite a bit of effort, you manage to lift your head to see how your other partners are doing.

vernon is still turned around, intensely focused on watching you, and he still has his hand around his cock, pumping furiously. his eyes dart back and forth between your cunt, where cheol is relentlessly fucking into you, and your face, where your features are probably scrunched up in pleasure.

chan must've just cum, and for a second you're disappointed you missed it– you would've loved to have seen the pretty faces he makes when his orgasm overtakes him. but then you see the way his head falls back against the headrest, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, and you're just happy you get to see him like this afterwards. both his hand and the steering wheel in front of him are covered in thick, white ropes.

one particularly well-timed thrust brings your attention back to the man fucking you, your arms buckling and you fall to your elbows, back arched and ass in the air.

"are you gonna cum, little slut?" he coos, his voice deceivingly sweet. "go on, princess, cum all over my cock."

and like magic you feel your walls contract at his words, an orgasm you didn't even see coming hitting you with so much force you nearly fall off the seat. 

it feels like your high lasts forever, wave after wave of immense pleasure slamming into you as cheol fucks you through your orgasm, not once letting up.

he leans over you, wrapping one muscular arm around your body and holding you close. "you still want me to cum inside?" he breathes into your ear, and you nod rapidly, humming out a 'yes' as best you can.

"p-please, ch-cheollie…" you murmur, your eyes squeezed shut as you struggle to recover. "wanna f-feel you. wanna be f-full of you."

"good girl." you can feel him smile against your skin before he lets go, sitting back up and bringing both his hands to your hips, giving him more momentum to push himself into you.

every thrust starts hitting deeper than the last, a telltale sign he's getting close, too.

with a guttural moan he buries his cock in you one last time, pushing in all the way to the hilt before you hear him let go and you can feel each rope of thick cum that he pumps into you.

when he's finally finished cumming, he lets out a long exhale, his hands gliding over your body soothingly. he stays inside you for another minute before he pulls out, his cum already beginning to leak out of you, spilling down your trembling thighs. immediately you push your fingers into yourself to keep it in, and cheol grins. "mm. good, obedient whore," he coos, the sweetness in his voice no longer fake as he leaves one more playful smack to your aching rear.

you look up to see vernon, who came all over himself, his shirt stained with white as he sits in the passenger seat, eyes fluttering shut.

chan, having gotten over his orgasm earlier, is pouting in the driver's seat, complaining about how he's going to have to deep-clean his car again after it's been thoroughly covered in cum.

and finally, cheol. he slips his pants back on, struggling a bit in the cramped space, then opens the back door and hops out of the car.

he nods at the two in the front. "nice meeting you. now take good care of her."

vernon opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it, deciding not to. 

seungcheol waves behind him as he walks across the lot to his car.

"you know where to find me if you want me again."

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hey, i’m back. recently i’ve been in my chanrot era so if you could please write a daddy kink chan smut i would really appreciate it. also thank you for the he mingyu smut, i was freaking out inside.-🎧

Pairing: bf!chan x afab!reader

Genre: smut, light fluff

Word count: 2.1k

tags: initial reluctance (lighthearted), blossoming established relationship, daddy kink (initially just Chan), slight degradation, reader has tits, mentions of voice kink, asphyxiation, wall sex, pussy slapping, unprotected sex, creampies, cumplay

Summary: You've heard of dadless behaior but what is daddy behavior? You found it unlikely that the answer would be right under your nose. Better yet, already balls deep inside you.

author note: hiii, I'm back. and what a way to be back than to finish up a dino request. SK was amazing, everything was new and exciting. I'd be happy to answer any travel questions or if you wanna just pop in my inbox, I’ll graciously respond. I missed you guys <3

P.s. to 🎧 bestie I’m so glad you enjoy Mingyu’s fic and I hope you enjoy this one too!

He had you by your throat, cock plunged balls deep in your cunt, slamming into your cervix with every calculated thrust. A pool of arousal soaked into your bed sheets as your shallow breaths barely escaped. His upper body weight pins you stomach down on the mattress and his gaze falls on you, emitting unadulterated power. Lost in the world he’s created, he feels you shudder beneath him while you desperately call out to him in your beautifully strained voice.

A smug smile hangs low from his lips. “That’s right. What’s my name?”

“Daddy?”

You sputter, coughing on your own loud laughter as your boyfriend stares back at you with an unamused face in part to your reaction. This was how you initially reacted to the request of his suggested name in bed, pale in comparison to the idea of a reaction Chan had in mind when he thought to bring it up to you. He could only huff in annoyance as you doubled over on your stomach in playground laughter.

“Come on. It’s not funny. Just say you’ll try it out with me.” He whines.

“You think begging is daddy behavior?” The teasing persists with tears in your eyes.

He sighs in relinquishment before pulling himself up from the bed, his bare torso feeling the draft of the conditioned air as his eyes glaze over in the direction of the shared bathroom. “Forget it.”

“Wait, Chan.” You stretch out your arm to claim his wrist in your grip. Your laughter falters seeing the genuine disappointment in his eyes, forcing you to render yourself to a calmer manner, aiming to uplift his spirits, “Come on. I’m just playing. Don’t be upset.”

He scoffs, “The love of my life is laughing at me, in my face, how am I supposed to take it?”

“I’m not laughing at you,” you pull him back onto the bed, “Just…daddy? Really?”

“Yes, really. It wouldn’t hurt to try once.” He says in an utterly soft tone, and you feel your hard shell melt all at once.

Chan is many things. A good friend, a doting boyfriend, and an amazing lover (at least from what you could tell since you only started to have sex recently). ‘Daddy‘ was…different from what you were used to, and frankly just seemed uncharacteristic for Chan.

“Aw, love,” you run your hand through his hair, those pretty eyes looking back at you in a brew of longing and lust, “You’re so sweet and sexy as is. It’s…overdone. Why would you want to be called something like that anyway?”

“I’m curious. I mean…your voice is so pretty I wanna hear how you say it.” He whispers, and that alone causes whatever is in your stomach to do flips.

You roll your eyes in defeat, a love-struck grin on your face, and tug his arm to have it buried between your exposed breasts, their warmth causing a flutter in Chan’s chest. You tuck your chin on his shoulder, looking at him wide-eye, batting your lashes at him in keen interest. “Well. If…daddy…could tell me what this entails, I may just be a bit more interested.”

He digs his teeth in his bottom lips, pleased, and takes a hand to the side of your jaw to trace over it. His soft baritone voice drops an octave and his eyes narrow at you, “It can be whatever my baby desires.”

Your eyes glint from the reflection of the sun peaking through the bedroom window and bouncing off the vanity mirror. The corner of your lips turns up in a small smile, “How would me calling you daddy make things anymore different from what we already have?”

His hand smooths over from your cheek to trail over your shoulder and settles on your hips beneath the sheets. He presses his smile against your forehead, ghosting over your skin to do the same to the tip of your nose, just as delicately, and finally tucking them in the pillowy texture of your lips. You purse your lips to deepen the kiss, but he kisses you just as swiftly as he pulls away. He watches you through his heavy eyelids, seeing how your lips twitch at the loss of his presence, silently laughing to himself.

“Cute.”

How quickly he takes you by surprise by slamming back in the sheets, your eyes shooting back open immediately, heart pounding out of your chest. His hips gradually dip into yours, the outline of his bulge imprinting into your thigh, and you feel one of his hands creep down to the thin fabric of your underwear. A corner of his lips perks up feeling your anticipation soak through and create a thin film between the pads of his fingers.

“Wet? So early? I hardly done anything.” He snickers.

You let out a small whine, hand cupped over his cheek, thumbing its texture, “Can’t help it…daddy.”

He rubs into the fabric, tracing along your slit repeatedly until both his middle and index were evenly coated, your hips shifting beneath him, helplessly under his control. He hears how your breathing got more irregular.  A shift of focus is obvious within you and you could only do one thing at a time; breathe or enjoy the show. Lucky for you, he’d make it an easy choice.

“Well,” he draws his face close to hover over your ear, smiling wide as he says, “too bad you don’t get to cum.”

He pulls his hands away from your body, sticking his fingers in his mouth and retreating to the bathroom giggling. You sit up from the bed in disbelief, throwing the covers back on your body, “Chan! Really?”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have laughed.”

Chan would be proud to know that you were eating your words. He was all you could think about for the rest of the day. His eyes and their allure, then his arms and their strength. You craved his attention, crossing one leg over the other, suppressing your innermost desires of him feasting on you like thanksgiving dinner. The hours of the day would drone on, and you were counting the second of every minute until you’d finally be reunited back home after a long day’s work. 

You needed it, especially from that morning, which would only replay countless times in your mind. Heat running to the apples of your cheeks remembering his musk, you felt a teenager again thinking about their crush as they passed the hallways. It seems as though he was no better as his hands were immediately on you the moment you greet him. Your hips parallel to one another, your wrists pinned above your head against a wall, and his heavy breath ghosting over your jaw. The scene brought a familiar shiver down your back, like a return of an old friend.

“Well, don’t you look pretty?”

The shape of his cock knocks at the surface of your core, gripping your wrists single-handedly, and drawing shapes on your skin with his lips, feeling you swallow from the base of your neck.

“Daddy, please…”

“What,” he taunts, tightening his grip, “what does my baby want?”

You gulp, “Fuck, daddy. I want you so much.”

You spoke from the pit of your stomach, clenching your abdomen as he presses up against you closer, already unbuttoning the top of your slacks. 

“What a dirty mouth you have.”

He abrasively tugs them off you, hands slipping underneath your underwear and feel proof of your words. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding.”

The obscenities that’d leave your lips the moment you felt his middle finger dip inside your warmth made Chan prideful. His eyes bore into yours while his fingers worked inside you, slightly lifting you off the ground.

“God, I could fuck you here and you’d be happy about it, wouldn’t you?”

He pours every ounce into his hands, your body uncontrollably sliding erratically over the wall, “Mmh, daddy, yes.”

“Such a good slut. All for me.”

He fucks into faster, the spillage falling to even down his forearm, you achingly gorgeous sounds of pleasure playing surround sound in his ears. He muffles them against his lips, hiking up your legs to embrace him as you leverage against the wall behind you, thrusting his still-clothed lower body into you. God, he wants to fuck you like a used-up rag doll.

“Fuck, daddy…you fingers…”

He slowly their pace, pumping them at controlled force in every interval. His sweat-damp hair reached his eyes, meeting your dumb-fucked gaze, “Yeah, yeah, they good?”

You choke on a breath as you feel him thrust inside deeper, “F-fuck, yes…”

You vibrated around him and he knew he couldn’t take it anymore. He holds you to the wall with his upper body but soon bares his lower body. His length teases your slit before his fingers flick at your pussy so suddenly, causing you to wince with a soft moan to follow.

“You think you can take me up against this wall, like a good little slut? Hmm?” He slaps them again. 

“Mm, daddy, please. I want it…I want your cock in me…”

A smug grin takes over before he watches it swallow inside you, pushing his filthy fingers in your mouth, defiling you in both his favorite ends. He drags his mouth over your nipples, hard to the touch, and readily available after your top was the first thing you undressed for him before he put you in such a situation. Squeezing them in a free hand, he mouths over it starved, flicking his tongue and sucking as if he was raging with thirst. 

His hands were now knuckle-deep in your mouth, hips lacking in remorse, and your gasping for breath would otherwise be concerning, but in this case, indicated the ravenous sin that took over your body, coating your tongue with your taste. He takes out his hand to wrap them around your throat, watching the sanity leave your body as he fucks you until pure submission. You were more object than human at this point. Yet, you felt so alive.

Your body was not used to something like this. You felt flushed at the touch, ecstasy mainlining in your veins, screaming a name you wouldn’t even say in your dreams, now rolling off your tongue like water flowing through a river. “Daddy, daddy, daddy—”

“I’m right here baby…You’re taking me so fucking well,” he groans.

“Daddy, more, daddy…”

“More? More?” He teases.

“Please daddy.” You spoke from the depth of your throat, feeling him return with more speed, knocking your ass back into the wall.

A manic smile spreads across your face and you gasp out in excitement, clutching around him until you could feel your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Yes, fill me, daddy. I want my pussy full of your cum.”

“You know just what to ask for, hmm? You want daddy’s load inside you?”

“Yes, daddy’s cum, please…”

Chan was growing tired but not of you, never of you. “You think you’ve been good enough for me to deserve it?”

You nod rapidly, “I’ve been so, so, so, so good. I want it. I deserve it.”

“Okay, well you better hold on tight. I have no plans to give you mercy.”

He takes either one of your legs to his side and you oblige, holding on to him as he delivers his promise. Your head knocks back into the wall rhythmically with no delay. His lips plant against yours naturally, harshly claiming your kiss and chewing on your bottom lip to sustain his momentum. Your hands ran through his hair, over his back, clawing at his ass; your orgasm wasn’t far along your path.

Your hips jerk against him, clenching his full length in your walls, vibrating to the kiss, unknowingly dripping so far past his thigh until practically reached his knees. He follows soon after. Thick warmth paints your insides one coat, a second coat, and then a third, but does not stop the man from pushing it deeper back into you, spilling into the floor without a second thought.

He ruts into you until you’re spent, which seems like it’ll never be the case at that point, and even carries you to the bedroom to use you again and again. Chest to sheet, your head being held up by his hand on squeezing the base of your neck, and your ass in the air fitted against his cock and torso. You could practically hear the echo of skin slapping and human suction bouncing off your walls. His stamina felt endless and you loved every restless second. As did Chan, realizing your answer to his questions and demands was a joy like no other.

“Ask again. Do you find this to be daddy behavior?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Movie Night // l.c

Pairing: Best Friend!Dino x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You and your best friend get ready for movie night, but one of the movies stirs up feelings, feelings the both of you can't hold back anymore.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Dom!Chan, Sub!Reader, edging, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral sex (afab receiving), dry humping, so many kisses, lots of kisses, so soft for kisses, mutual pining, Chan being a goofball, Chan and reader being absolutely in love with each other

A/N: SURPRISE!!!!!! Bet y'all weren't expecting this huh. My new bestie @underratedlovedone has been an absolute sweetheart and has been hyping me up about my upcoming fics AND she has been cheering me up and listening to me complain about my life for the past week (she even wrote me a small fic to cheer me up) SO I DECIDED TO WRITE ONE FOR HER. I hope you love it Nana ily queen. Pls give me constructive criticism, as this is the first fic I have EVER written and I would love some feedback! Enjoy!!!!

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You wake up to an ominous figure looming over your bed. You can feel it getting closer and you’re starting to sweat. Did someone break into your house? No way you locked everything before you went to bed. Could it be a monster? Likely, of course monsters exist, you’ve seen Monster House.

Before you can continue going through every possible scenario in your head, a loud voice interrupts your thoughts. “WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD, ITS MOVIE DAY.” Chan shakes your body fully awake for you as your head starts to spin. “First of all, who the hell wakes someone up like that, second of all, how the hell did you get into my house?” You ask groggily, and slightly confused, not ready for his strange burst of energy, and what may come with it. “One time you gave me a key copy when you were stupid drunk, and I just didn’t tell you.” “Oh that makes sense. HEY WAIT-” With no hesitation whatsoever, he cuts you off before you can question him further. “So anyways, we need to prepare for movie night, what movies are we gonna watch, what snacks are we gonna buy, sodas? Juice? Can we get cheeto puffs I love cheeto puffs-”

“CHAN!”

“What?”

“Calm the fuck down! It is quite literally," You pause as you squint at your alarm clock on the nightstand next to your bed. "-12 am, we have all day to do this.” You tell him calmly. Why is he so hyper today? Did he drink any energy drinks? He pulls you out of your thoughts as he sits on the bed next to you, kind of sulking. “Yeah you’re right, sorry I got excited.” He hangs his head kind of low. “That’s ok, come here.” You open up your arms and invite him to join you in your bed. He accepts your kind offer and climbs into bed with you. You both drift off to sleep soon after.

You wake up once again, but this time to Chan lightly shaking you. You quickly notice he opened the blinds as well, because the room is unbelievably bright. “Y/N wake up we slept for like an hour and a half, we need to go shopping like right now.” Chan exclaims, walking away from the bed towards the door of your room. “What time is it?” You ask him, opening one eye, trying to get used to the light in the room. “It’s 1:30.” “Oh yeah you’re right oops.” You say, getting out of bed and stretching. “I’m gonna go wait for you in the living room, take your time.” Chan then leaves the room so you can get dressed.

You opt for a simple but cute outfit, and decide that it’s good enough, it's not like you are dressing up for anyone anyway, or are you? You then head outside of your room only to find Chan raiding your fridge. “Why are you raiding my fridge when we are literally going out to buy groceries?” You stand there, arms crossed, and let out a chuckle. You don’t notice it, but when he turns around to face you, he looks you up and down and lets out a small, unnoticeable huff.

He isn’t sure if you can tell, but since the moment you two met, he started to develop feelings. And overtime they have become much stronger, almost unmanageable. But little does he know, you feel the same way. You get butterflies just looking at him, and being around him. Not that you would ever admit it. Not that either of you would admit it.

“Come on let’s go! I'll buy you some fast food too if that makes you happy.” You grab your keys and practically drag Chan away from the fridge. “Hell yeah free food!” He practically runs to the door to put on his shoes, filled with excitement at the prospect of free food, and after you both do so, the two of you head out on your snack conquest.

After nearly two and a half hours of shopping, you finally arrive back home, billions of snacks and drinks in tow. Okay maybe not billions but your wallets are really feeling it after your little snack conquest. Mostly his since you paid for a majority of the snacks last movie night.

“Okay so for the movies, I was thinking we should do a Studio Ghibli binge, like Princess Mononoke, Spirited Away, and then finish up with Howl’s Moving Castle?” Chan asks you as you both start bringing in the groceries. You begin the empty the bags of their contents. “I don’t know, we have watched those a ton! Why don’t we keep Spirited Away, drop the other two, and add, I don’t know, a romcom?” You start sorting out the groceries and Chan turns his head to look at you with disgust. “Ew romcom? Absolutely not, unless it’s 10 Things I Hate About You, the one with Julia Stiles.” His facial expression changes to one of endearment, you can't necessarily argue with him, Julia Stiles kills it in that movie. “You mean Heath Ledger? You like that movie for Julia Stiles only?” “Anyway…. That and maybe Love and Leashes, that new kdrama movie?” Chan starts putting drinks up in the fridge and turns his head away from you. “You mean the movie about bondage?” Silence… You swear you could see a question mark appear above his head. He closes the fridge, as he finished putting all of the cold stuff and drinks away. “The what now?” He turns back around quickly and quirks an eyebrow at you, visibly confused, “Uhm yeah that movie is about bondage Channie.” You say and laugh out loud.

You can’t believe that he didn’t realize that a movie title with the word ‘leashes’ in it isn’t about bondage. “Oh, then we don’t have to, I just want to watch it because Seohyun is in it.” If a question mark appeared above Chan's head earlier, an exclamation point appears above yours. “Like, Girls Generation Seohyun? Um yeah we are totally watching that.” He laughs obnoxiously loud and makes his way over to the couch. “Then it’s settled, those are the final three movies.”

After organizing all of the snacks, you make your way over to the couch with the first round of junk food. You set everything down and glance at the tv as he looks for an available platform to watch the movies on. “I’m gonna go change into something comfy, you still have some old clothes left around do you want to change too?” You ask him as you make your way back around the couch towards the hallway. “Nah I’m comfortable with this, you go ahead I'll wait.” He responds with a cute goofy smile on his face.

You head into your room and look through your pjs. While looking through your drawers, your eye catches Chan’s clean and folded laundry in the corner of the room. You mentally curse him for leaving his clothes all over your house from the various sleepovers and movie nights you two have had. Lots of laundry has been done for him, he owes you one. You then mentally thank him and decide to steal one of his shirts. They are much more comfy, and smell nicer, than yours, and you know he won’t mind if you steal one, you do it all the time.

You slip the flimsy fabric over you, enjoying the way it engulfs you, bigger than your normal shirts. You put on a pair of random pj bottoms and head out to the living room. When you arrive Chan has Spirited Away pulled up on the TV, ready to play. “Ok I’m back” you announce as you sit next to Chan on the couch. He glances at you and notices that you are wearing his shirt. He loves hates it when you do that, in a ‘Are you trying to make me fall more in love with you’ kind of way.

“S-so, I thought we should watch this first, then 10 Things I Hate About You, and then finish with Love and Leashes.” He chokes on his words a little bit, hoping you don’t notice. Of course you don’t notice, you are completely oblivious to the way he adores you. “Yeah that sounds good to me. Now start the movie!” You exclaim excitedly, ready for movie night. He starts the movie as you get comfy underneath the blanket the two of you are sharing.

The whole movie, you are watching intently, not paying any attention to Chan. Finally the movie ends and you take your first glance at him. “Channie are you… are you crying?” Chan sniffly excalims, “NO!” He definitely is, he is crying, or at the least, tearing up. “I know that the movie is emotional but damn.” You giggle at his easily swayed emotions and he shoves your arm lightly. “Chihiro went through so much and now she is with her family again, but she had to leave Haku behind! I am so upset, anyway next movie.” You mutter okay, confused by how fast his emotions change, and search for the next movie.

This time, you don't pay as much attention to the movie, as you are more focused on Chan's reactions to the cuter scenes, just to see if he looks at you longingly, the same way you look at him. To your dismay, however, he doesn't, he is as stiff as a board. At some point, you shifted positions, resting your head in his lap. The movie is over fairly quickly and this time, you relay your thoughts about the movie first. “Ugh they were made for each other, I want a relationship like Kat and Patrick.” Chan squirms a little bit at the feeling of your voice echoing throughout his lap, but nothing uncomfortable or alarming, yet. “Yeah keep dreaming, you pick your nose in public, I don’t think that screams ‘I’m a romantic’ to most people.” “HEY a girl can dream okay?!” Chan announces that he needs to use the bathroom, so you lift your head for him to get up. After a short while he comes backs and gets ready to start the next movie. "Did you wash your hands?" You question him before he sits back down. "What would you say if I said I didn't?" He sits back down and you place your head back in his lap. "I would revoke your bathroom priveleges." "Then I totally washed my hands." He grabs the remote and starts the movie.

Almost right away, you can tell that this is going to be a tough one to watch. It is, for the most part, a very goofy movie, but the undertones of sex and bondage prove to scratch a part of your brain that did not need to be scratched right now. You were never really into bondage, or anything of that kind, you don’t think you can handle anything like that, that doesn’t involve more intimate touch, but for some reason, the scenes in the movie are giving you ideas, ideas that you didn’t need in your head at that moment.

The sexual tension was so thick, you couldn’t even cut it with Chan’s incredible jawline a sword.

Chan regretted his choice, this movie was a horrible idea. Each scene that had any sexual cues of any kind made his head spin. Every few minutes, he would squirm a little more, most definitely disturbing you, but you never showed it, you figured he was just being antsy. Your head was still in his lap, so close yet so far from where he wanted you. Wanted you? Did he just admit that to himself? Has he ever had sexual fantasies of you? Of course he has. Has he regretted them? Of course he has. He couldn’t stop imagining the roles in the movie reversed, with him telling you what to do, ordering you around and degrading you, and you obeying his every command. Oh God. A grave mistake has been made. And that mistake was Chan thinking, someone he shouldn’t do, ever.

Don’t get hard.Don’t get hard.Don’t get hard.Don’t get hard.Don’t get hard.

He got hard.

“I um, Y/N can you get up, I need to use the restroom really bad.” He said frantically, practically begging you to get up. “What? You went to the bathroom before we started the movie and we are only halfway through, you seriously need to go now?” “Yes please get up.” You sigh and lift your head only to be met with it.

You look at him.

He looks at you.

You look at it.

It looks at you.

You look back at him. “Y/N it’s not what it looks like. I mean it is but, please I’ll just go home I’m so sorry.” His face turns bright red and he is about to get up when you speak, “It’s ok.” Some sort of surge of confidence waves over you, you aren’t 100% sure why. “I can help.” You make hard eye contact with him. “What. Wait. Are you, are you sure? I mean not that I am necessarily opposed but, we are best friends-” “I know.” “And I don’t want to lose you as a friend-” “I know.” “And this will change everything forever-” “Please shut up.” You take the opportunity to throw your leg over his lap. You ghost over his lips with yours and look him in the eyes. It's the innocent, almost puppy-like look in his eyes that lead you to crash your lips on his. To his surprise, he kisses back with the same energy you are giving him.

He softens into your kiss. It feels like your lips were made for his, like there was no one else before you, and nobody to come after you. You pull away from the kiss, much to his disappointment. You think he even whimpers, but that surely was your imagination. “Chan, I know the timing of this is off, but I think I am in love with you. If I am being honest, I was never going to tell you about my feelings, but I can’t hold them back anymore.” “I’m in love with you too, and I feel the same way, but before we go any further, are you sure you're okay with this?” His features soften as he looks into your eyes. “I have never been more sure about something in my entire life." Your lips clash together again, this time, a little more heated.

You start to move your hips a little, trying to get more friction, which causes Chan to groan into your mouth. He ruts his hips up into yours lightly, rubbing over your clit. You let your head fall back and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He takes this chance to pepper kisses on your jawline and start to suck on your neck. He takes a hold of your legs, “Wrap your arms around my neck.” You do as he says and he stands up suddenly, causing you to let out a small yelp and wrap your hands around his neck tighter. “Really quick, condom or no condom?” He asks kind of quickly, eagerly. “No condom, I’m on birth control, and I have Plan B in the bathroom.” You smile a sort of evil smile at him. “Oh god, can I cum inside too?” “Of course.”

Chan takes you through the hallway to your room and gently lays you on the bed and starts kissing your neck. “God you look so fucking hot in my shirt.” He says in between kisses. “It doesn’t help that you leave all of your laundry laying around my house, tempting me to wear it.” You smirk at him but he wipes that smirk right off your face when he takes off his shirt and pants, but leaves his underwear on. You eye his body up and down, taking an extra long look at his hard cock through his briefs. It’s like his body was chiseled by gods. “Take off your shirt and pants for me baby.” You sit up and slowly take off your shirt and pants, giving him a show. When you look back up at his face, you can see the lust swirling in his eyes. “Now lay back for me sweetheart.” You do as he says and he crawls on top of, planting light kisses along your torso. He kisses from your collar to your breasts, giving attention to each nipple as he makes his way further down.

He makes his way to your center, and plants a kiss over your clothed pussy, which sends a shiver down your spine, and to your dismay he raises back up. “You look so pretty for me, are you going to let me ruin you?” He softly says as he places a hand over your pussy, rubbing slowly. “Mmf yes Chan please..” He moves his hand slowly up and down on your clothed clit. “Tell me what you want, baby.” “I want you to eat me out, please.” You didn't think his smile could grow any wider, but it most definitely does. “Anything for you.”

He quickly gets to work as he pulls your panties off. He starts by licking small circles around your clit, teasing the area. Then flattening out his tongue and licking stripes up your cunt. You can feel your orgasm building embarrassingly fast as he switches between licking stripes to focusing on your clit, and as if he can feel it as well he inserts two fingers into your opening, and sucks on your pulsing clit. Your orgasm is coming closer as he speeds up his motions and sucks harder, and then, right when you feel the knot at its tightest, right about to unwind itself, he stops. The sound that comes from your mouth is nearly humiliating, you let out the loudest whine ever, slightly startling him. “I didn’t think you would react to edging like that.” He says cleaning his fingers of your wetness. Your face is probably bright red.

“Don’t mock me, that was embarrassing.” You said, your confidence fading. “Don’t be embarrassed, it was hot as shit. And I am not mocking you, I would never make fun of you over something like that.” He feels his face flush a little bit, flustered at the words that just came out of his mouth. You turn to look at him, smiling at his words. “Now get on all fours for me sweetheart.” Chan’s flustered reaction quickly turns into a dominant, lust driven tone, as he orders you around. You find being told what to do way more attractive than you thought you would, you wonder if you can push him, it’s only fair seeing as he denied you of your release.

“No.”

“What did you just say?” He says, a little more snappier than you expected.

“I said no, you can’t make me.” You look him dead in the eyes and he smirks while letting out a short, dark, chuckle. “Oh sweetheart, I will make you.” “Then do it.” Without any hesitation, he grabs your legs and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He slaps the inside of your thigh which causes you to open up your legs. “Fine, if you won’t flip over for me, I’ll take you like this, either way I’ll have you begging for more.” Chan pulls down his briefs and starts stroking his length, causing your breath to hitch at the sight of his beauty. Even at such an intimate time like this, you find a way to appreciate the sight of him, and how gorgeous he looks.

Chan rids you of your thoughts by rubbing your slit with the tip of his dick, making you whimper. “Aww baby, so wet for me. Do you want me to fuck you?” You let out a small moan in response. “Not good enough, I want to hear you say it for me.” He looks down at you, straight into your eyes, through your soul. “Please Chan, I need you so bad, I want you inside.” He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips before straightening upright again and slowly sinking into you. The both of you let out a collective groan as he stretches you out. He starts at a slow and aching pace, punishing you for your earlier disobedience, but soon he can’t resist, and picks up the pace. “Fuck you feel so good.” He moans out, thrusting deeper into you. The motion makes you raise your hand above your head, and he takes the opportunity to reach out and intertwine his fingers with yours and place rough kisses on your lips. “Chan I’m gonna cum.” You mutter out in between kisses, and he squeezes your hand, like he is attempting to comfort you. “I am too baby.” His thrusts start to get more sloppy as he hits your g spot over and over. "Fuck Chan!" You finish with a loud array of moans and soon after he releases inside of you, still keeping his pace he mindlessly fucks his cum inside of you, drawing out your orgasm even longer. "You don't notice it, but your legs are shivering with overwhelming pleasure.

Chan releasing your hand and strokes your sides as he slows his pace down to ride you out from both of your highs. He plants a soft kiss on your temple. “I love you Y/N, so much.” “I love you too Chan.” He pulls out of you and goes to grab a warm washcloth to clean you up. As you are waiting for him to come back, you sink into your thoughts. You truly couldn’t be more glad for this to have happened. Chan was your everything, and now things would change forever, you hope for the better. He comes back and carefully cleans you up. He looks up at you after he is finished and asks, “Do you want to take a shower?” You reply with a simple nod and he rounds the side of the bed to help you out of it.

After your shower you both head back to your room to get dressed, you pull on another one of his shirts and a new pair of underwear. You look over at him just to see him getting dressed in what he wore earlier. “Um no, after that, you are sleeping here, put on some pjs.” “You still want me to sleep over?” “Um yeah of course?! We just confessed our love for each AND I just had the best sex in my entire life, so yeah I kinda want to cuddle with you!” You let out a huff and laugh at his confused expression. “I guess I’m not used to this. Wait. Best sex you’ve ever had? Tell me more.” He winks at you as he gets undressed again to put on some pjs. “Pfft I’ll tell you tomorrow, c’mere I’m tired.” You crawl back into your bed and open up your arms, urging him to join you. “Okay okay.”

Chan crawls into bed with you and you snuggle into his embrace. “I have a question though, before we go to sleep.” You lift your head up to meet his gaze. “Yeah what is it?” He starts to stroke your hair gently, “When did you first realize when you were in love with me?” You pause and think for a moment. “I think I have always had feelings for you. It was a small crush at first, but when we got closer it developed more. There wasn’t one defining moment for me.” He smiles lovingly at you and pulls you in closer, if that was even possible. “Same here, I have always appreciated you for who you are. I love you so much.” “I love you too.” With that you both gently drift off to sleep, not worrying about what’s to come tomorrow.

Just One Time ☾

stranger!dino x fem!reader

Genre: strangers to lovers au

Warnings: drunk sex, messy sex, protected sex, marking, thigh riding, orgasm denial, spanking (only like once), oc has a supa soaker pooh c

Summary: You do something out of character, but it pays off.

Word Count: 1.5k

(a/n: straight up i wrote this entire thing during my break at work so it’s not proofread)

He pushes the door open harshly, causing it to slam against the wall behind you. The two of you enter the bathroom together, stumbling and unable to keep your hands off one another.

His lips are on yours with half lided eyes as he attempts to navigate the bathroom. He locks the door behind him, notifying anyone on the outside that it was now occupied.

He pushes you against the wall of the small bathroom, lips leaving your lips and attaching to your neck.

You don’t even know this man, and he’s hardly touched you but somehow he’s making you feel so good.

His hands travel under your shirt, cupping your breasts. He doesn’t bother to take off your bra, simply pulling the undergarment down enough to expose your nipples.

His hands grope your tits as he leaves marks along your neck. His lips feel so good against your skin. You feel yourself growing wet, squeezing your thighs together to create friction in order to relive the tension.

He feels your desperate moves, looking down at your clenched thighs. He lets out a breathy chuckle. “Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

He pulls up your skirt and panties aside, wedging his thigh between yours. You moan out at the pressure against your aching core. Your hips move against his thigh and your hands tangle in his hair. You accidentally push his head down, but he doesn’t mind at all. His lips simply find your nipples as you bury his face into your tits.

It wasn’t common for you to do anything like this. Having sex with a complete stranger in the bar bathroom? Completely out of character for you.For fuck’s sake, you didn’t even know his name.

But, you’d been eyeing him all night and he’d been eyeing you. You both had been drinking a bit too, using the liquid courage to finally approach one another.

He finally approached you, giving half assed small talk before asking if you wanted to go somewhere else. And that’s how you ended up in this incredibly cramped bathroom with the hot stranger you’d just met.

You could see and feel his hard length poking through his jeans as your grinded yourself against his thigh. You let out breath moans and pants as he watched you with pure amusement.

This was far from his first rodeo. He’d had no trouble getting into a girl’s pants. He’s had his fair share of women but you however, you were quite the catch. He’d thought so since the moment he laid his eyes on you across the room. And here you were, throbbing against his thigh. So desperate and needy for him.

Just one time with you wouldn’t be enough for him. He watched as your face contorted with pleasure as you got off on his jeans.

You were approaching your orgasm, and he could tell. The way your moans got pitchier, the way your grip tightened on his biceps. You were mere seconds away from unfolding, but he wouldn’t allow that. He retracted his thigh from between your legs, causing you to let out a pathetic whine.

“Not yet baby,” he tsks. He looks down with a smirk, seeing a wet patch on his leg from where you were so desperately grinding against him.

You whimper, hands finding their way to his belt buckle. You’re still drunk and eager, which causes you to fumble and struggle before undoing his jeans. He pulls out a condom from his wallet before sliding it onto his length. His jeans and underwear are pulled down to his knees, he was too eager to fuck to you bother taking anything off.

He hikes up one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist and pushes you against the wall for support. His face is centimeters away from yours, a sly smirk spreading across his face. He looks down at you with a lustful gaze behind his half lidded eyes.

He licks his lips seductively before you feel him push his cock into you. You moan out, gripping his biceps and holding on for your dear life.

It’s a new angle for you, and his cock penetrates straight into you. He fills you up, pumping his length directly into your core and hitting all your sweet spots.

“Oh fuck,” you moan out.

Your breath grows ragged, unsteady as you audibly gasp for air. His hips push up into you, allowing his cock to penetrate you perfectly. He stretches your walls and causes your arousal to drip onto the floor and down your thighs.

You’re beyond wet for him, your arousal only increasing as he continues to fuck you. In the position he’s fucking you in, it causes your arousal to drop out of you with every thrust, running down your thigh or simply falling to the ground.

He groans as he slips in and out of you, your arousal drenching him. He pushes his hips into you harder, allowing his length to penetrate you deeper. Your grip on his arm tightens as his cock teases your cervix. You find it harder to stand, your planted leg starting to shake and raised one starting to cramp up. However, you don’t fully process the pain as the pleasure he’s providing is overwhelming.

It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming around his cock. You let out high pitched and loud moans are you release around his length. More of your arousal drips out of you as you bask in your release.

He fucks you through your orgasm thoroughly, groaning and cursing into your neck as he feels you tighten and convulse around him. He breathing becomes unsteady as he struggles to keep it together.

As you come down from your high, your legs nearly give out. Your body jerks, which signals him to change positions. He pulls out of you suddenly, chasing you to cringe at the loss. He turns you around, pushing your front side into the wall.

He leaves a smack on your ass before sliding his cock back into you. You moan out at the stretch of his length, relieved that he was back inside of you. Your legs were still unstable, but his orgasm was soon approaching.

He tilted his upper body back, allowing his lower half to properly fuck you as he let the pleasure overcome him. With his upper half tilted back and his hands grilling your shoulders, he began fucking his length into you at an angle. His cock stretched you out at an angle similar to before from behind.

“Ah shit,” he curses.

You were so warm and tight around him that he was bound to cum soon. And sure enough, he felt his orgasm approach.His hips stuttered as he filled up the condom. He let out a stream of curses and groans as he gripped your shoulders and spilled into the rubber.

He hips still as he finishes riding out his high. There’s a moment of silence as the two of you try to catch your breaths. He pulls out of you, which you react to by pushing your thighs together to compensate for the lost feeling.

As he disposed of the condom, you feel your legs truly give out. Your body falls, but he’s quick to react. He catches you, holding your body up against the wall.

“You okay?” he chuckles.

You let out a weak nod as you try to stand back up on shaky legs. He looks down at your quivering legs, smirking to himself and licking his lips. It’s a bit of an ego boost to think he’s the cause of this.

He pulls his pants back up, helping you to redress yourself as well. He adjusts the sleeves of your shirt, soft hands helping you tidy up. “My name’s Chan by the way,” he says. “But my friends call me Dino.”

“Y/n,” you breathe out as you fix your skirt.

He looks down at you, and your eyes meet his. He’s smiling so purely. Crazy to think he fucked you until you couldn’t stand only a few minutes ago.

“Think I could get your number?” he asks. “I mean I already marked you. Might as well give me a chance yeah?”

It takes you a second to process his words. You slightly push him out the way, walking over to the mirror. You gasp when you see the sheer amount of hickies he left on your skin. How we’re you supposed to cover all those up?

“You fucker!” you giggle, pushing him playfully.

“Sorry, got a little carried away,” he shrugs. “Gimmie your number and I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

You pout your lips, looking up at him contemplatively. You hold out your hand, which he responds to by handing you his phone.

“Fine, but that’s only because I don’t do one night stands,” you tell him.

You’re the first to exist the bathroom, leaving him there with a shit eating grin because he got the cute girl’s number.

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Dino is bias wrecking me so bad I can’t abxhxbd

I’m glad you’re writing for svt too since there aren’t a lot of people who write abt them 😩 I was thinking about something like 69 74 aaand 75?? Maybe

And 22 37 and maybe 40?

They are so random I’m not even sure you can write anything based on that XD

"with you i’m always comfortable"

a/n. i got a bunch of asks with prompt 37 before so i decided to take a different turn on it (like not midnight talks in bed but just in general lmao) but i hope you enjoy it! :D

you opened the door from the training room and saw your boyfriend practicing, eyes fixated on the mirror. you closed the door and started walking towards him, sticking to the wall.

you watched him in silence, only the sound of squeaking shoes against the floor and music in the background filling the room. you didn’t want to get him out of his dancing hypnosis.

you didn’t even realise when he was finished, only when dino’s loud laugh made you snap back to reality.

"what are you doing here? it’s like, midnight" he hummed and chan pushed his hair back "do you not have better things to be doing? like sleeping for example?"

"oh shut up. i just wanted to see you. besides, it’s hard to sleep without you next to me or whatever" you grinned and stood up "so i came to look for you"

chan grinned and came up to you, tilting his head.

"ew, you’re sweaty" you teased him and cupped his cheeks, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"ew, you’re kissing a sweaty guy" he came back at you when he leaned away.

"how much longer you wanna be here?" you hummed and caressed his cheeks.

"just a while. i think like i need to just perfect one or two moves. then we’ll go home" he nodded, so did you.

he returned to his spot, turning on the music. you sat down, leaning against the wall. you didn’t notice, too stunned by his dancing skills but he was glancing at you from time to time. you cheered for him and his laughter echoed through the room from time to time.

just when chan noticed when you started to get a bit drowsy, you heard the door click. it made stir a bit and you locked eyes with chan.

"what was that?" you asked, rubbing your eye. chan run up to the door and pulled the knob.

but the door wouldn’t even bulge.

you and dino looked at each other and he was terrified. not for long, because you started laughing.

"did we just got locked up?" you laughed, stretching your arms above your head.

"yeah" chan mumbled, placing a hand on his chest "i’m actually… scared. what if they turn on the alarm and we’ll cause problems?"

you shook your head and he came up to you, sitting down.

"my heart is beating so fast right now" he laughed and you leaned closer to feel it.

"calm down or you’ll get a stroke or something" you scoffed, feeling his heart thump against his chest. it was probably still the rush of adrenaline after long training and now the emotions.

dino placed one hand on top of yours and poked your cheek with another one.

"y/n. you’re stuck here because of me" chan pouted. you shrugged.

"so what? i’d rather be stuck here with you than sleep alone" you grinned and poked his cheek back "but i do have to sleep with you on a floor. and you’re stinky"

he scoffed, knowing well you’re joking. but he felt bad.

"here, lay on my lap. do you want a hoodie?" he asked, putting a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

"i’m fine. will you be comfortable?" you asked and he nodded, so you rested your head on his lap.

"with you i’m always comfortable" chan hummed and started playing with your hair "should i text someone that we’re here?" his voice was barely audible. chan frowned upon no response from you but when he noticed you’re already asleep, he just smiled softly.

(in the morning you were greeted by 12 voices coping about how cute you are and threats with posting the pics on weverse…)

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dating dino feels like…

having best friend and lover all in one. being friends first is important for him, he needs a solid foundation before taking things one step further. he fell in love with you slowly, uncovering you layer by layer; your appearance lured him in, but it’s your heart for which he stayed.

('do i look good?' you ask, nervously looking at your boyfriend. 'should i change into something else?'

chan smiles, shaking his head. your fussing over meeting his friends is cute, but he doesn't get why you're so nervous. 'my family won't care about your outfit, i swear.'

'first impression is important!' you argue, frowning.

'and you will make a striking one, i promise.' chan comes closer, hugging you from behind. 'first they'll think you are pretty and then they'll get to know you and will realize why i am so gone for you. your smile is pretty, but your heart is prettier, believe me.')

chan’s image can be found next to “chivalry” word in a dictionary. he’s doing it all: opening the doors, walking on the side of a sidewalk, putting coat on you when it’s cold out, pulling out chair and you better let him, because for him those little acts speak volumes, they help him convey his feelings for you in a subtle way. he gets a bit lost with words so actions work better for him.

('you do know, right?' he suddenly asks and you look up in confusion, not understanding what he’s means. 'that I love you. you know that, right?' he starts stressing when all you do is gape at him in shock and continues: 'i just- i think i forget to actually say it, you know-'

'you say it to me all the time,' you interrupt, looking at him seriously. 'every time you bring me my favorite takeout, every time you go out of your way to be there for me, every time you message me asking if i'm alright or if i slept well. channie,' you cradle his face in your hands, 'you say it to me all the time. and i hear you.' the smile he gives you is full of gratitude and affection. 'but you still can say it more, you know.' you tease, making both of you laugh.

'love you, i love you.' he rambles, attacking you with kisses.)

dates with chan are either super chill ('you, me, takeout and netflix sounds good, doesn't it?') either super fancy ('bought you hundred and one roses, because you deserve them and because they show my love nicely'). he likes to mix up, selfishly and a bit childishly wants to be your first one in everything, wants certain places and emotions to be associated with him and only him.

('you look awfully smug,' you comment, when you both go out of the very popular and hard to get restaurant. 'what is it?'

'nothing, i'm just happy that your first time here was with me,' he answers honestly, taking your hand in his. 'now, for you this place will be linked to me, always.')

chan is 'what's on your mind? tell me everything' and 'your problems are my problems as well' kind of guy. he strives to be your favorite person to go to, his mission is to be on your speed dial in case of emergencies, his aim is for you to feel like you are never ever alone and with him it really is like that.

dating chan is like jumping and knowing that you won't fall because on the other side everything is already laid out for your safe landing. he makes you feel like there is nothing to fear in this world, that friendship is the biggest gift but love is the biggest reward.

a/n: when i say that chan is not even close to being my bias but he IS in top3 of best boyfriends in svt list - does it make sense? do you get me guys? pls tell me that you do, this boy is the bEST!! anyway, here is the link to my other works, come say hi <3 - nini

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the secret language of flowers — lee chan

word count | 6.5k

pairing | lee chan (svt) x gender neutral reader; appearances by jeonghan (who’s kinda an asshole in this ahjsjaks i’m sorry 😭), soonyoung, joshua and vernon

warning(s) / includes | mentions of needles and getting tattoos, swearing, one innuendo reader makes about biting? 

genre | fluff, angst, humour, non-idol au, florist/tattoo artist au, chan is also shirtless towards the end haha oops 😁

note | dedicating this to my dear ash aka @chanberriees who deserves an award for putting up with my chan brainrot hours and for helping me develop some of the ideas 🥺 ily bestie 🤧💖 

summary | chan thought you’d be the last person who’d ever step foot in a flower shop. it doesn’t help that he has the biggest crush on you either.

a/n | ah yes the classic cute florist x cold-on-the-outside tattoo artist trope 🤧🤧 more lee chan content bc it’s what the world needs ✨ i didn’t scrap the hongjoong blue moon inspired piece i promise ahjshwjs 😭

Chan sees you every day through the glass display window of his parents’ flower shop.

You pass by at 8 a.m. sharp, he notices. No earlier, no later. You usually also have a to-go cup of iced coffee from the café down the street as you walk with your head high and back straight. Your strides are purposeful and confident, but there’s also a sense of effortless nonchalance, like you could command the attention of a room without lifting a single finger.

Though, there was one time where you appeared 23 minutes later than you normally do—is it creepy that he counted?—he was watering the hanging plants outside when he saw you approaching, hair messy and footsteps hurried as you brushed past without a glance in his direction, and he assumed you were running late to work. That was the first time he’s ever seen you in such a disheveled state, so far from your usually commanding presence.

He likes it. He thinks it’s cute. He thinks you’re cute.

Later, he’d also learn that you work at the tattoo parlour just a few doors down, though he should’ve known given the impressive collection of tattoos that decorate your skin, which only adds to your unapproachable aura.

To put it simply—you intimidate the crap out of Chan. The two of you could not be any more different from each other, completely opposite ends of the spectrum. He’s soft sweaters in pastel colours, lattes with extra milk and caramel syrup, pretty flowers and silky petals; you’re all-black outfits and sharp eyeliner, plain coffee with not a single drop of dairy whatsoever.

Perhaps you’re lactose intolerant, or maybe anything but black coffee ruins your meticulously-crafted aesthetic.

Either way, he finds you utterly mesmerising.

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You May (Not) Kiss the Bride

Pairing: Lee Chan x fem!reader

Featuring: Vernon, Wonwoo 

Synopsis: In which Lee Chan’s best friend gets married to the love of her life - spoiler: It’s not him. Conveniently, her little sister is single though. 

Genre: Angst, one-sided pining, future fluff, older sister’s best friend!Chan, soon-to-be-BIL!Vernon, best friend!Wonwoo

Warnings: Suggestive, implied *consensual* smut, intense making out, brief mentions insecurities/jealousy, profanity

WC: ~1.1K

A/N: AHMMMM . . . SO . . . this turned out to be much more "mature" than I was expecting . . . *waves hands randomly* . . . it was just supposed to be soft kisses . . . 😅

ANWAYS, I would like to thank @wisteria-woo for planting the seed for this Chan fic! I've noticed that there aren't a lot of fics for Chan on this platform and have been wanting to write one for my bias-wrecker for awhile. However, I struggled to find an idea that would work well until their suggestion! Though I will say, I apologize in advanced for making this Chan fic so angsty already . . . I know it's not what y'all were expecting 😭 But you know me fam - I must lace my stories with with sadness before happiness ensues.

Spin-off of my sm au, 'Two Minus One.'

This is is part 1 of 2. It'll be a two-shot hehe - hopefully 😶

“I . . . I can help you forget,” you offered, your voice barely above a whisper. 

However, given the silence that ensued just moments you spoke, Chan heard you loud and clear. Gripping tightly onto the edge of the round plush vanity chair of your childhood bedroom, Chan turned around to look at you, pushing himself, inch by inch by the tips of his white sneakers. He lifted his gaze from the cream carpeted floors, cocking his head to one side. You quickly ducked your head into your chest, pressing your lips into a thin line while pink colored your cheeks and the tips of your ears. His chocolate brown eyes boring holes into your head, half of his mind was trying to determine if he heard you right; the other half was trying to decipher the stupefied look on your face. 

Chan knew - he knew it wrong to use his best friend’s younger sister to forget her, herself. He watched you grow up right before his eyes for fuck sake. He’s watched you since the days your cheeks were still full and you still were in diapers, pushing around that stupid baby carriage with the ugly and hair-strewn Cabbage Patch doll. He was there when you graduated from university with light makeup dusting your now sharp features and your hair curled into pretty waves, a shiny diploma in hand. You were almost like his own little sister.

Yet in that moment, none of that mattered to Chan. In that moment, he wasn’t your older sister’s best friend - he was a heartbroken young man who longed to be loved by someone he could never have. In that moment, you weren’t his best friend’s little sister - you were merely a young woman who had cracked open the door to your heart, though shyly, still willingly welcoming him in when the one he loved didn't do the same.

Perhaps it was the way the dusk had set across the neighborhood, the last trickles of sunlight escaping your room and the darkness welcoming the sinful thoughts whispering in his head. Or the way you looked at him, so eagerly, eyes wide and your pink tongue running across your pillowy lips out of nervousness, your breathing getting heavier as you awaited his answer. Before he knew it, Chan launched himself off of the vanity chair, heavy steps making their way towards you. 

His lips crashed roughly into your own, his coarse hands tightly gripping your jaw tilting your chin up. He ran his tongue across your lips, already asking for access into your mouth. Your brain foggy with only thoughts of Lee Chan, you immediately granted him entry, parting your lips with a small sigh of satisfaction passing through. As if the two of you couldn’t get any closer, Chan’s hand moved to the nape of your neck and tugged your forward. Your hands flew up to steady yourself against his chest before pulling the cotton of his white t-shirt in between your fingers. Your lungs burned as he sucked all the air from you, but it felt euphoric. 

Chan finally pulled away from the kiss, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. He rested his forehead against yours with his eyelids half closed, refusing to move too far away from you. His hands fell to your shoulders, giving you a small squeeze and holding on tightly, as he feared this was all a dream and you would slip through his fingertips like water evaporating into a cloud. He wasn’t ready to return to reality. He wasn’t ready to return to his heartache. He wasn’t ready to see your sister get married to Vernon. Right now, his mind was only filled with you - and he wanted to stay that way. As quickly as the kiss ended, Chan’s lips returned against yours just as fast. Though this time, he only littered your lips with lighter and softer pecks that sent tingles down your spine. 

“Are you sure?” Chan whispered out of breath in between soft presses against your lips. You felt his hands lingering against the opening of your cardigan. 

You only nodded, the tips of your noses nudging against one another. You had no words left as he had stolen them all. Slowly, Chan pushed off your cardigan, exposing your right shoulder. You shivered, goosebumps rising as your skin met the cool air. 

Unexpectedly, all of it stopped. Chan stopped peppering you with kisses; he had already stopped undressing you. Your eyes fluttered open, your heart leaping at how Chan was so close, yet so far from your reach. 

“We can’t . . . go back to normal after this,” Chan warned in a low voice. “We can stop now . . . before it’s too late.”

You dipped your head to avoid his intense gaze and started to move back from Chan, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.  “I know I’m not . . . pretty or anything special like J-Jinah . . . I-If I’m not enough, uh, and you don’t want to . . .” 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Chan cooed, trying to calm you. “You are beautiful - I want to, but you have to want me too.”

You stopped all your movements and peered back up at him through your lashes.

When you didn’t reply, Chan leaned in, planting a gentle kiss against your lips, hopefully it was just long enough to convince you so. Thankfully, you leaned into it, your eyes fluttering shut. 

“I don’t know . . . what will become of us after,” Chan said when he pulled away. “But if you still want it . . .”

“I offered you, Chan,” you interrupted him in a small voice, “I want you.”

He tilted his head forehead, silently asking you for confirmation once more. 

You answered just as quietly, slipping off your cardigan altogether, only left in your loose silk tank, and reaching up to caress his cheeks. You tugged him down slightly, licking into his lips sending electricity through Chan’s veins. In a flurry, Chan tugged off his gray puffer jacket, discarding it in the space behind him. He leaned down closer to you, his hands now resting on your sides. Gently, he pushed you back into the softness of your bed. You broke the kiss momentarily to scoot back, allowing Chan to climb up and straddle your hips. Forearms on either side of your head, his eyes scanned your face for any trace of hesitation, while simultaneously admiring your soft beautiful features. His hand brushed across your temple to push away a strand of lingering hair, his fingers lingering against the apples of your cheeks longer than they should have. 

The last thing you remembered from the evening was the all too familiar, gentle and reassuring smile lacing Chan’s face - the smile that you loved so much and made your heart swell with happiness. The one that made you feel safe; the one that told you everything would be okay in the end. 

Little did you know, just this once, it was only a façade for the storm to come that you both chose to ignore.  

used to this

it’s gonna take me a minute but i could get used to this

pairing: dino / lee chan (seventeen) x reader

word count: 500

genre: fluff, mildly suggestive (i think?)

warning: kissing

a/n: i’m in a very friends-to-lovers mood these days xD. this is based on Camila Cabello’s Used to This (i kinda wanted to write a line-by-line drabble kind of thing but that might get too repetitive, though i’m probably not done with dino and f2l ideas). tagging @itsveronicaxxx and @husbandhoshi, hope you like it!

“just five more minutes”, you hear chan say with a guilty look in his eyes. this is not the first time he’s said it, and it probably won’t be the last - but you don’t mind waiting, as usual. you came to see him and relax from the stressful day at work, and the familiarity of his company’s dance studio is already making you less tensed. you sit against the back wall of the room, lazily watching chan practice a new routine with the rest of performance team. the scene is familiar, and your mind inadvertently drifts off to the past.

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Congrats on 1000 followers, that's a huge milestone 🥳 thank you sm for sharing your writings with us 💞

Can I request fluffy reunion sex with Dino?? 🥺

Thank you darlin! I really appreciate it. 🥺 I hope you like this. The length got away from me. I am so soft for Chan after going to the SVT concert.

cw; lee chan (dino) x afab reader, smut, unprotected sex, slight breast play, fluffy sex

He thought he was being quiet when he closed the door and made his way down the hall and into your bedroom. He knew it was late and the last thing he wanted to do was wake you up. No matter how much he was dying to see you. It had been too long, phone calls and even video calls couldn’t match the real thing. 

Sitting his bag down as quietly as he can, Chan looks towards your bed and smiles when he sees you laying on your side. You took his breath away, it was taking everything in him to not cross the room and pull you into his arms but instead he stripped down to his boxers and slipped into the bed behind you before carefully slipping an arm around your waist. 

You were so warm and comforting. You were his home. Chan nuzzled his face against your hair and took in a deep breath feeling like he could almost tear up from just being overwhelmed at being back home with you but he didn’t want to wake you up. He knew there was always tomorrow and you were in his arms now, that could be enough. 

Feeling the comfort of his arm around you pulled you out of your sleep. You thought at first that you had to be dreaming. It had been so long since you had been held like this, since you had felt his warm body pressed up against your back but when your hand ran over his forearm and down to his fingers that were spread across your stomach, Chan’s fingers laced with yours. 

You close your eyes tighter and choke back a small sound before turning in his arms as he starts whispering how sorry he is to have woken you up but your hand is on his cheek and your mouth is on his swallowing his apologies before he can continue. Chan’s hand runs along your side and over your hip as you move in closer, deepening the kiss, savoring him and the moment. 

Chan groans against your lips when your hand moves down to run along his side and to the waistband of his boxers as he pulls back to look at you in the moonlit room. You watch his tongue move along his lip as he furrows his brows in thought before your fingers move into his boxers and he gasps into a grunt when your hand wraps around his mostly hard cock. “Fuck, babe you don’t, we can…wait.” 

You whine as his mouth moves to your jaw sucking soft kisses along your skin as your thumb runs over his head making him shiver into a louder groan. “I don’t want to wait, Chan. I’ve missed you so much. I need you.”  

Hearing the desire in your voice Chan practically growls against your throat as he sucks a small mark on your soft skin before he nods and gently moves your hand from him. “I missed you too. Sit up.” You do as he wants with his help before his gentle hands work to remove your nightgown before his hands gently knead at your breasts. 

A moan slips from your mouth as Chan dips his head to run his tongue over your nipples as they harden from his attention before he rolls one between his teeth and the other between his fingers. You rub your thighs together making him smile against your breast before he presses a gentle kiss between them before moving to remove your panties tossing them to the side before doing the same with his boxers. 

“How did you get even prettier while I was away?” You turn your head out of embarrassment as he looks down at you as the moonlight shines through the window on your body as he runs his hands along your thighs moving between your legs. Reaching up with a firm but ever gentle touch, Chan turns your face back towards him as he reaches between your bodies to line himself up with you before slowly pushing into you. 

He watches you gasp out a moan of his name before he lets go of your face in place of running his thumb along your cheek before hovering over you so his lips can brush over yours before pressing gentle kisses to your now swollen lips as he thrusts into you deep and slow. It was clear that Chan was in no rush to finish with you and just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being inside of you. 

His tongue runs along your lips before his hand moves to cradle your head so he can tilt your head back letting your lips meet his more fully. You moan into his mouth as his thumb presses along the soft junction where your jaw meets your neck as his tongue glides along yours. Chan’s hips meet yours with a harder more desperate thrust sending your body further up the bed. 

You feel the coil winding tighter and tighter to the point where a snap is inevitable as your hand grips on to Chan’s bicep. Your free hand moving to grip his hip, nails digging into his skin making him grunt into your mouth as his thrusts become faster and messier. “Fuck…” The word is whined against your lips as Chan leans back to look down at you as you clench around him hard before coming undone around his cock. 

He watches you go through your orgasm as he barely holds on until you finish before following behind you a few moments later spilling to you. Chan groans under his breath as you moan his name when you feel his warm release fill you up. “Oh my god…I missed you Y/N.” 

You smile at his words as Chan presses kisses to your shoulder and along your neck before his mouth is back on yours in a tender slow kiss. His fingers run through your hair before he carefully slips from you making you both let out a soft sound. You whine as he slides from bed making him laugh before he comes back with a washcloth.

Chan kisses you again as he leans over the bed wiping you clean of his cum and some of your sweat before he tosses the washcloth towards the laundry. You let him move back into bed and pull you into his arms tightly. Your mouth is still connected to his for a few moments before you finally lay your head on his chest letting him just hold you as you run your fingers over his stomach making him smile as he closes his eyes. He was very happy to be home.

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Pairing: lee chan x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), roommate!au, kinda have a hate-love relationship so they're losers (affectionate) Warnings: uh they're both kinda switches ig, marking, dirty talk, swearing, mentions of masturbation, chan's a pervert lbr, cum-tasting kinda, panty-stuffing (??) god idk i'm sorry lmk if i missed smth 😭 WC: again like 2k A/N: this is personally the dirtiest thing I've ever written bc I'm weak but got infected by chanrot somehow anyways I apologize ahead of time for this, planning my retirement and never talking to anyone ever again

Chan's fucking into you hard and fast, too far gone in this thrilling fantasy-turned-reality to have the patience in being gentle. Your legs are wrapped around his dancer hips that have a crazy rhythm and mind of their own. Head against the wall, left hand grasping his bicep and right fingers curling into the tiny hairs on the nape of his neck, you know you'll have bruises from the wall you're being pushed up and fucked against. 

You'll have marks in other places you reason, and so will Chan, half-closed eyes wandering over the purple spots dotting his neck to compliment your own. It's not like he listened when you demanded he picks up his musty socks laying around the apartment so you can't even pretend to be surprised when the bastard harshly sucked the skin on your neck despite your protests. 

He's muttering all kinds of dirty shit in your ear. Gloating at how your cunt betrays you and tightens around his length even as you hold out from moaning aloud. So, he keeps at it in hopes that you'll end up giving him what he wants because somehow, he likes to think he always gets his way. 

"C'mon, you had no problems trying to be quiet earlier." 

"... Shut up." 

"What, don't tell me you're embarrassed?" He pauses, hips pressed up firmly against your own, cock nestled fully within. "Now? After being so shameless?" 

Come to think of it, you've always been shameless. Sauntering around in those tight tanks and tiny shorts. Pressing your tits up against him while he's gaming with the boys to see what tactics you can use to beat him next one-on-one match. Cooing over how big his arm muscles have gotten in the last month when he's doing dishes. The challenging glint in your eyes when you try to get under his skin as you bitch about the disgusting laundry he leaves laying around. Using his body wash so you smell just like you belong to him when you reach over to grab the remote. 

But the breaking point is when you casually walk past at breakfast with one of his shirts in hand, which he doesn't recognize at the moment. It takes rummaging in the drawers looking for something to wear to his afternoon dance practice until the realization dawns. The familiar color in your grasp this morning was the last clean t-shirt since the idiot still hadn't done his laundry for the week. 

He can't fathom why you'd take an article of his clothing, let alone the only one in his drawers unless you were just trying to be an annoying brat. Again. As usual. So, he marches down the hallway to your room — shirtless in the effort to try and stun, fluster, or win you over in the event of an argument (but originally innocent because he was in the middle of changing) — knuckles poised to rap on your closed door when he hears it. 

He pauses. Thinks he's imagining things. You're always noisy in your room — either talking to your friends, yourself, watching videos, listening to music, or playing games. But then, he hears it again.

Louder.

A moan. 

Accompanied by the telltale sign of faint vibrating noises. 

He shuffles his feet back awkwardly and clears his throat. Technically, it's not the first time he's accidentally heard one of your… self-care sessions. He's sure you've heard his own. Chan has no intentions of rudely intruding on your private time, figuring he'll just… wait... and kill time back in the safety of his bedroom.

But you keep making your pretty sounds like you know, volume increasing even as he backs away slowly. Eyebrows furrowing as he tries to shake away the perverse image that threatens to form in his mind. One he's thought about before. Many times. Many positions. Many places. 

Chan rubs his temples. You're going to be the death of him. Because now you're begging. 

"Please, please, please!"

For something. 

"I need it, baby… "

Someone. 

"Ugh!"

To fill you up. Stretch you out. Properly. 

He's ready to bolt away before it gets too dangerous. Because he knows he'd be more than willing to open that door and easily give it to you. What you really need to feel good. His jaw clenches as his cock twitches. But that's never going to happen. You're good roommates. Friends even. Too pretty for your own good, too mischievous it can be annoying. But he'll never cross those unspoken boundaries and continues to keep his desires limited in his bedroom, his imagination, and to himself.

Until you say it.

Moaning so loudly you're practically screaming at this point, he can't help but hear it.

His name. 

Breathlessly.

"Channie…"

FUCK. 

He's frozen solid but the blood is rushing up his neck to his cheeks and simultaneously down to his dick. Mouth open in a silent gasp and groan. Brain short-circuiting as he finally just indulges in what he's already thought about millions of times before, so what's the point? He wonders if you're cumming as you chant his name over and over again like a mantra.

And then your door flies open and he swears out loud.

If he wasn't hard before, he sure is now. Your breasts are spilling out of his extra-large shirt he prefers to dance in because of how free-fitting they are as your chest heaves from the prior activities. Sweat makes all the bare skin he can see glisten and he grunts at the sheen of slick coating your inner thighs.

You eye the tent that's poorly hidden by his gray sweatpants, his abs taut with whatever flurry fuck of emotions he's reeling with. And you smirk like the little vixen you are and raise your eyebrows.

"You gonna just stand there?"

Chan doesn't need asked twice and you let out a squeal as he slams you against the wall. Lips aggressively move against yours as you both try to fight for dominance. He doesn't even need to prep you as he takes out his already aching cock. Warm and so incredibly wet, your dripping cunt still manages to grip around him tightly as he pushes in.

As much as he likes messily kissing you, he pulls back, catching your lips between his teeth. Even though your eyes are lidded, there's a distinct spark in them behind the lust that drives him crazy. You're testing him as you stay suddenly very quiet. Like he's not doing enough. As if his dick isn't doing it for you.

Daring to be ever so shameless even in the state the two of you are entangled in. He's so down bad for you, he thinks it's adorable plus the fact that he's finally balls-deep in you.

"Can't believe you've been getting off to the thought of me. Cute." And you have the audacity to roll your eyes, thinking what's cute about this? "How often have you cum wishing it was me fingering you?"

You keep up your silence, knowing it's aggravating him. Full knowledge that he'll want to keep pounding into you even though he stopped in the attempt to make you crack. As if.

"You're such a brat," he grits his teeth. "Even though wearing my shirt while you bounce on that pathetic little vibrator only helps your dirty little fantasy?"

Your eyes close briefly as your cunt traitorously clenches around him. And he laughs mockingly. Until your eyes fly back open.

"I dunno, you tell me how it feels stealing shit to jerk off to," your voice is low at how fucked out you actually are but it's the devious tone that makes him gulp as you purr, "Channie."

He pauses for real. Because now he knows that you know.

It's not like it really matters because of the situation you're now in. But he had tried to be extremely subtle about it and honestly, you had questioned yourself at first. It happened so infrequently enough, your roommate hardly hinting at what a horny pervert he actually was that you figured you were just overly paranoid.

There was no fucking way Lee Chan was stealing your panties.

You now stare into his eyes boldly, seeing the frantic panic as his mouth opens and closes. His dick twitches and you snort. 

"Fuckin' horndog." Your fingers trail down his pecs to his torso to right above where you're connected. "So, tell me. Which ones were your favorite, baby?"

His mind goes back to how you said it as you masturbated and he's completely sure he's smooth-brained at this point. Cheeks hot and the placement of your hand practically scorching, he lets out a throaty whine as you begin to circle the base of his dick that doesn't quite fit in you.

"That's not an answer, baby boy."

And that's when he snaps. And decides to give you an answer. 

A proper one.

It's like a flip switches. It's so fast you don't even register what the fuck happens.

Because suddenly, your arms are pinned above your head. He's leering at your wide eyes at the unanticipated fullness of your mouth and Chan thinks he might like it better when you're quiet instead. Sadly, it's not his cock in his mouth but it'll work. Since you're suddenly rolling your eyes back (this time in deliriousness) because he has indeed, clearly given you his answer.

You're familiar with the lacy lilac panties in your mouth — ironically one of your favorite pairs as well. But god, even if you're slightly pissed to be gagged, it's the undeniable saltiness on them that has you letting out your first full moan for him. Even if it's slightly muffled.

And Chan switches gears to let you know exactly what he likes about them.

"It's a shame they were just cleaned, isn't it? Came in them four times, imagining it was your pretty pussy instead. 'Cause I bet these hug your ass just right…" It's his turn to moan, this time your name as he starts pistoning into you again. "But now I don't have to imagine, huh? Bet you'll wear 'em for me."

Despite the fact that you're getting the best fuck of your life and by none other than the guy you've been crushing on since you first saw him passionately dancing on the stage before you even became roommates, he's still a loser and he still stole your goddamn panties. He may be the best masturbation material but he can be annoying and you like to fight him more than anything. 

The minute Chan gets a little too lost in how he might cum too fast if he's not careful and loosens the grip on your wrists, you've broken out of his grasp. Taking the opportunity of him gasping as you push him down, you shove the panties in his mouth and he's on his back before he knows it. It's kind of unfair how you take control again with a smug look on your face but this time he willingly surrenders because the sinful way you bounce on top of him is enough for anyone to forgive you. 

He also surrenders to his oncoming orgasm, probably cumming the hardest in his entire life, weakly rubbing your clit with one hand and the breast hanging out of his shirt with the other as you milk him for all he's worth during your followed eruption of pleasure.

Gasping and laying in the middle of the stupid hallway, the two of you just stay cuddling that way for a while. Letting the beats of silence pass until someone has to break it.

"So, what happens now?"

"You return all my panties."

"What?"

"Seriously, Chan! How many do you even have?"

"Not enough?"

"Pervert," you grumble as he pouts but you're not actually mad.

"At least let me keep these ones, I mean, you put them in my mouth so they kind of have to be mine now."

"You put them in my mouth first! And they're originally mine!" He clutches his head and you sigh. "… I'll let you fuck me whenever you want, instead."

"For real? No take-backs?"

You start to wonder if you'll regret this offer but at the same time, how could you? Lee Chan may be a loser but his dick game was one-hundred percent a winner.

"No take-backs," you agree slowly, "but only if you promise to like, actually pick up and do your laundry. And I swear to god if I find my panties missing… "

He shouldn't be smiling as wide as he is, but Chan abruptly pulls you into a kiss that's startlingly soft, dare you say loving even. He knows it's a compromise he's willing to make because, in the end, he no longer has to hide and rely on his imagination in his lonely bedroom with the real deal in his arms now.

onlyseokmins: 2022 Losers ©

ten dates: unmatched! (l.cn)

𖥻 . . pairing: non-idol!chan x fem!reader

𖥻 . . wc: 17.9k

𖥻 . . au(s): exes to enemies not really(?) to lovers; rom-com, angst, smut

𖥻 . . summary: once you and chan broke up, you decided to be cordial enough to stay friends with him. however, you’ve finally moved on and are taking on dating again. as you beg chan for advice, you should've known he’d grow tired of it.

𖥻 . . warnings: explicit language, alcohol is mentioned a ton, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap the willy silly), chan says “pretty girl” quite a bit, he also has a pretty big gratification kink.

a/n: minors do NOT interact! also, reader is race neutral. i finally finished! this was proofread quite a bit, yet there might still be mistakes :\ feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! i hope you all enjoy! :))

date one.

it was an ordinary saturday night. people in their early 20s would be out, getting drunk with pals, clubbing with the right people, having one-night stands, yet here you were, decked out in a tight dress and uncomfortable heels in a fancy restaurant with the worst date. the man you got to know on tinder was not who he presented himself to be in real life… obviously. the man, yoon jeonghan, that was supposed to be focused on you had his intentions set on a poor waitress that was oblivious to his advances. it wasn’t that he was focusing more on her, it was more so he wasn’t being interested in anything but her, a weird infatuation of sorts. he spared you a glance once or twice, his eyes widening with shock once he, what you assumed, remembered why he was at the restaurant in the first place. 

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strawberry shortcake

your neighbor is cute; he has good intentions when he tries, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s probably the worst baker in existence. luckily for him, you’re right down the hall and just so happen to be a professional. and the cherry on top? you’re super sweet

warnings: kissing and well there are mentions of smoke/fire bc chan is bad at baking

fluff, 3473 words, neighbor!chan x baker!reader

a/n: requested by @leech4ns !! hehe i hope you like it sol and i luv you :] (thank you @sukisdeliveryservice​ for betareading for me :3)

It smells like smoke. You’re honestly a little concerned.

You get up from the desk, carefully moving towards the front door to your apartment. It’s cool to the touch, especially against your clammy hands, grounding you to the moment and away from the worries in your head. Pushing slightly now that you know it’s safe, you move the handle down to reveal a clear hallway.

The right side of the building looks empty, nothing amiss with the air. However, turning to the left lets a sharp odor into your nose, so you walk down a few steps until you find the culprit.

Biting your lip, you knock on the door.  

It takes a moment for the inhabitant to answer, but he emerges from a cloud of smoke, fanning his hand in front of his face as he lets out strained coughs.

“Uh, hi…” you say, rocking back and forth on your feet. “I was wondering if everything was okay. I smelled smoke from my place so…”

“Oh!” He swats his hand in front of his face once more before he meets your eyes, and you swear you see a deeper blush start to rise on his face. “Um, no, everything’s fine,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got it all under control.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you purse your lips. “Are you sure about that?”

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