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ride

pairing: dino x f!reader

word count: 1.2k

contains: fingering, reader has a motorbiking hobby

a/n: came up with this when i saw the new concept photos and i just had to write this down. i don't know if it's good, but biker!chan is such a compelling concept - i had to. hi @starlightjoong!

"god, you're so wet - i haven't even done anything yet"

you moan at chan's words, your hips grinding against his hand, whines escaping you when he removes it, tsking lowly.

this is not how you expected your twenty-third birthday going. well, you did expect the sex - but you thought it would be in the comfort of your bed, not in the warm interior of chan's car, with the two of you almost completely clothed.

you remember chan's face the first time you took him to the tracks (which isn't nearly as tough as it sounds; it's a clean-cut motorcycling facility run by licensed professionals) - it took him a minute to believe that you actually could ride a motorcycle (and that this whole thing was legal). he's come around to the idea since then - often accompanying you to the center, cheering you on as you run laps on the oval track. you had asked him once if he wanted to try it out, but he had politely refused. clearly, he's changed his mind since.

when chan asked you to meet him at the center today, you figured he had bought you a few sessions of your favorite activity as a birthday gift. it was when you walked to the tracks that you realized - he had done much more than that. there stood chan with a nervous grin on his face, decked in full riding gear (you nearly drooled) - with a new bike next to him. "i know you don't like receiving expensive gifts", he had said while fidgeting, "but i - i thought that you wouldn't have to wait until your favorite bikes were free if i bought you one. you can have it returned, i totally under - ". you had to shut him up with a kiss.

you had panicked when he got on the vehicle and fastened a helmet (one needs training before riding a bike like that), only to be assured by the trainer that chan was trained for this - he had apparently been taking classes behind your back for the last few months, to surprise you on your birthday.

if someone would've asked you yesterday what you'd say if your boyfriend learned how to bike just for you, you would've said you'd feel joy, love, and pride. you would never have guessed that the sight of chan confidently handling a motorcycle would make you so - well - wet. whether it was the fact that he did it for you, or if it was his confidence as he smoothly executed a turn - you don't know.

chan was clearly oblivious to your intense feelings regarding his gift, he honestly just looked glad to not have fallen from the bike. "i did it", he had exclaimed gleefully while undoing his helmet, holding you close when you ran to hug him.

it was only when you had shyly whispered to him that he looked "really good today" (and you had to emphasize the really for the dork to get it), did he understand the effect his actions had on you. his slightly bashful smile had quickly turned into that annoying cocky smirk, and a few teasing comments later he was pulling up to an empty lot before adjusting his seat and leaning back, dark eyes watching you straddle him. soon enough, your pants were pulled down and your top was lifted to expose your bra-clad breasts, one of his hands tracing your nipples while the other rubbed you over your underwear.

all because of how unfairly good your boyfriend looked while riding a bike. a fact that he was, unfortunately, very aware of.

"you liked it that much, mm?", his hand reaches to unclasp your bra, "i would've done it before if i knew".

you moan at the feeling of air hitting your breasts, gasping when he gently pinches and twists a nipple, just the way you like it. his fingers reach inside your underwear and stop right before they touch you where you want, his lips pressing soft kisses on your neck.

"want me to touch you, pretty baby?", his fingers dig into your skin lightly, his other hand moving to pinch your other nipple.

you nod, raising your hips for some contact - but chan knows you well, he's already pushing you back, shushing you when you whine.

"i'll give you what you want", short nails lightly scrape your nipple, "but you need to tell me, mm? how will i know if you don't tell me?"

"channie", you'd be embarrassed by how desperate you sound, if you weren't so turned on, "fingers, please".

"there we go", a fingertip finally touches your clit, rubbing lightly while you whimper, "that wasn't so hard, was it?"

his other hand reaches up to wrap around your neck, his thumb resting on your pulse but applying no pressure. the action has its intended effect, and your breathing quickens as your hips grind on his hand. he doesn't protest this time, though - he knows it won't be enough.

"channie", you gasp, earning a hum from him, "fingers - inside me - please".

"ofcourse, baby", two fingers enter your cunt, making your arch your back, "being such a good girl, mm? you just need to tell me, baby - i'll give you whatever you want".

the hand around your neck moves to cup your cheek and chan's lips find yours in a heated kiss, his mouth covering your moans as his fingers curl to hit the sensitive spot inside you in practiced motions, his palm hitting your clit just right. your orgasm is close before you can help it, and you know chan can sense it.

"it's okay, baby", he whispers against your lips, his hand moving down to tug your nipples, "come for me. you've been so good".

you come with a broken sob, your muscles clenching around his fingers as he helps you ride your high, whispering praises while his hand rubs your cheek. you let your body go lax, your head resting against your boyfriend's chest while his arms wrap around your frame. the sounds of an engine starting and air conditioning running fill up the car - he's turned on the engine to cool the air. he knows you get warm after an orgasm.

"okay?", his lips press soft kisses on your hair.

"yeah", you sit up again, smiling when his hands envelope yours.

"happy birthday", he brings your hands to his lips, "i'm glad you liked your present".

"i loved it", you giggle, feeling slightly bashful under his heated gaze, "i think you know how much".

"mm, i could use a reminder", one of his hands cup you over your soaked underwear, a cheeky grin taking over his face at your sharp inhale.

"chan", you want to scold him but it comes out as a whine, your thighs tensing from the effort of not bucking your hips into his hand.

"who knew that watching me ride something would make you want to ride me so bad", he's full-on grinning now, his face filled with pride at his horrible pun.

"oh god", you can't help but chortle, the air is lighter now, "you're such a dork".

"maybe", his fingers suddenly slip into your underwear to press at your clit, your yelps and his chuckles filling up the car, "but i'm your dork".

10:13 p.m. | l. ch | svt

content: marking, teasing, quickies, idol!chan (on tour, he was performing prior, etc.), needy fem reader, use of good/pretty girl, fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (please be safe!), around 700 words

a/n: it’s been well over a month since i’ve written anything except school stuff so i’m sorry if it’s worse than normal LOL

“No marks,” Chan breathes out quietly—a reminder he was still on tour and the stylists would raise hell if they had to cover marks from you again. His hands blindly fumble with the button and zipper to your shorts, and you hum against his jaw, kissing the skin with a smile.

“Fine,” you murmur. “Later.”

His hand makes its way under your underwear, and his fingers rub and press just right and your breath catches in your throat, a pitiful whimper choked out before he presses his lips to yours to swallow the noises of your pleasure.

Keep reading

that shirt ── ・ ♡

preview ・ “is it because of my shirt?” “the way your perfect ass looked in that skirt couldn’t leave my mind”

includes ➣ boyfriend!dino, wom!reader ft. some of the members, him teasing you, sexual intercourse, hair-pulling, praising kink, dry humping, dirty talking, breeding kink!?. aftercare? yes.

genre ➣ idol au, boyfriend au, smut, fiction, a little fluff.

warnings ➣ use of swear words, use of pet names, some errors maybe.

plot ➣ you noticed how amazing chan looks in a tight fitted t-shirt and he noticed in silence with a cocky smirk on his face.

disclaimer ➣ this is for entertainment purposes only!

𝐚/𝐧: ❛ enjoy loves :) ❜

you darted your eyes over at your boyfriend who was in the kitchen with his friends as they laughed and talked but you couldn’t focus on anything with the way his abs were showing against the tight fitted shirt his stylist chose for him to wear for today.

you tried your best to look away and ignore it and tried bringing your mind to something else but you couldn’t. it wasn’t distracting, he just looked so good today with the way the stylist did his hair and makeup for today. you were almost close to falling on your knees right in front of him and sucking him off in front of everyone.

‘keep it together’ you thought and took a deep breath, focusing your eyes back on the tv. as you were watching, you heard footsteps walking over towards you and plopped down on the couch beside you. you looked over seeing that it was your boyfriend which made your eyes widen. so much for trying to keep your composure.

“hi baby” chan spoke up, snaking his arm around your waist and squeezed it. you smiled at him “hi” was all you said trying not to focus on his hand that was on your waist.

he frowned “are you okay?” he asked, moving closer towards you and you sucked in a breath as you looked down seeing that his shirt was lifting a bit, showing off some of his lower abs.

you nodded “mhm” you gave him a small smile. his eyes wondered as he tried to think of why you’re acting this way “did i do something before we left?” chan asked and you shook your head “no, i’m just kinda frustrated, that’s all” you cleared your throat and he looked at you noticing your body language and where your eyes went, smirking knowing what that meant.

“hm, is it because of my shirt?” he teased and your eyes widen, looking over at him before looking at the others hoping they weren’t paying attention “uh, why would you ask that?” you raised an eyebrow “i saw you looking at me every since i put my arms through it, y/n” chan chuckled and you felt a little embarrassed to know that he saw you, watching him almost half of the day.

“i’m sorry” you said placing your face in your hands and he laughed a little “baby, it’s fine” chan reassured you, pressing his lips against your head “c’mon” was all he said before removing his hand from your waist to grab yours and walked you to his friends guest bedroom.

“where are you two going?” you heard minghao ask making you turn your head along with chan, glaring “uh, y/n isn’t feeling well” chan lied before continuing to walk us towards the guest room as they snickered at the two of you.

chan opened the door, letting you walk in first. as soon and he walked in and closed the door, you pressed your lips against his placing your hands in his hair which made him chuckle against your lips before moving them down towards his neck, leaving a hickey on it.

“mm i’m sorry but it was killing me” you whined “y/n, it’s okay plus the way your perfect ass looked in that skirt couldn’t leave my mind all morning” he admitted wrapping his arms around you, walking towards the bed and sitting you down on it “i wanted to fuck you in it before we left” you chuckled at his words “why didn’t you?” you asked “we were already running late to get here but now that i’m free for the next few minutes, i’m yours”

with those words being said from him, you laid back on the bed and pulled him on top of you by his shirt pressing your lips against his again. you rubbed your hands all over his chest, feeling on his abs.

“really frustrated, hm?” he teased with a cocky smirk and you chuckled at his words “maybe”. you tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and threw it on the floor. you moved your hips against his, letting out a noise “i need you, channie”.

“i know, baby” chan hummed, sliding his hand underneath your skirt and his eyes widen when he realized you weren’t wearing any panties. you noticed his expression and shrugged your shoulders “i didn’t want to wear any today” you smiled innocently.

he glared at you before delivering a smack on your thigh which made you yelp “what was that for?” you pouted as he rubbed the same spot “when did you take them off, y/n?” he asked and you moved around a little “in the bathroom a few minutes ago and i didn’t want to wear any of your boxers” you admitted.

“why not?” chan frowned and you shook it off “no reason, now c’mere” you said pulling him on top of you, pressing your lips against his. he moved his hands to your hips, massaging them gently.

you felt chan pressed himself between your legs, against your bare folds which made you moan into the heated make out session. his lips moved to your neck, leaving hickeys all over “can’t wait to be inside of you, baby” he began to grind against you slowly as he kissed on your collarbone.

you moved your head back, whimpering as your legs hooked around his waist pressing him harder against you. chan began to bump his hips into yours, biting down on your skin gently.

you let out a gasp as you felt yourself clench around nothing “channie” you moaned lowly, squeezing your thighs against his waist “stop teasing!” he tilted his head back as his eyes closed before completely stopping with one last hard bump.

chan then unbuttoned, unzipped and unbuckled his pants before pulling them down halfway and pressed it against your folds making you tense up at the warmth of his cock.

you relaxed again, looking at him while moving yourself against him “cmon baby, please i need you!” you pleaded, gripping onto his biceps “please!”.

“fucking love it when you beg” he moved away from you a little and grabbed at the base of his cock, lining himself up with your hole before slowly penetrating you which made you grip his biceps harder and let out a moan/gasp.

chan sat inside of you for a few seconds before slowly moving his hips into you “i’m sorry princess, they’re gonna need me” was all he said as his pace fastened catching you off guard.

you looked down between your bodies, watching his cock disappear inside of you with each stroke. he buried his face in your neck, groaning lowly “fuck, you’re still tight even after last night” he breathed out before placing a kiss on your neck.

his hands traveled to your legs, spreading them further apart. “channie!” a whimper left your lips as you gripped his biceps harder “i know, i got you” he grunted, moving his hands back down to your hips.

before you knew it, his hips began to move into you a lot rougher and harder into yours with sharp and deep thrusts causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.

chan leaned down to press his lips against yours kissing you deeply as he groaned into your mouth “so fucking tight, baby” his hands gripped your hips tighter, keeping a steady pace.

“r-right there!” you moaned out, moving your hips against his. he looked down seeing a ring of your arousal at the base of his cock "s' good!" you dug your nails into his biceps. one of his hands moved to your hair, gripping and pulling it which made you look at the ceiling "mm! baby! yes!" you squeaked.

as you two were in the zone and fucking each other’s brains out, there was a knock at the door making you both jump. you placed your hand over your mouth to shush your whimpering moans.

“chan! we need you to finish up the photo shoot!” one of the staff members shouted from behind the door, making him panic a little.

“okay, i’m on my way!” he yelled out, controlling his voice.

his hips began to pound into yours, looking down and seeing a ring of your juices around the base of his cock “shit, you feel so good” he half moaned, half groaned.

“channie, i’m so close” you breathed out as your back arched off the bed “me too, baby” chan grunted, harshly quickening his pace.

he watched as your boobs bounced to the same quick rhythm of his cock before placing his hand on one of them, gripping and fondling with it then gave it a small pinch making you squeeze your eyes closed.

“oh my god, i feel you in my stomach!” you whined, moving your hips harder against his. a smile was spread across his lips once you said those words “gonna fill up your pretty hole, is that what you want baby?” you nodded at his words “i wanna hear you say it” he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your other nipple “i-i want you to fill me up!”

your walls tightened around his cock, letting him know you were much closer now “cum all over me” was all he had to say and with a few more hard and rough thrusts, a wave of pleasure flew through your body as you did.

you came so hard around his cock that your eyes rolled back, your toes curled and you dug your nails deeper into his biceps which made him hiss in pain.

chan continued to move into you until his strings of cum filled you up, letting out a deep moan.

he tried his best not to collapse on you while his hips continued moving, helping you both through your highs until your bodies jerked then he stopped.

“chan!” the staff yelled and he groaned in annoyance “just a second!” chan yelled back once again before pulling out of you carefully.

he removed himself from the guest bed and ran to the bathroom to grab a towel.

you laid there trying to catch your breath as your eyes began to close but something wet woke you up and you looked down and saw chan cleaning you. he looked up at you with a smile “couldn’t leave you like this, they can wait”

you chuckled at words while he finished up. you sat up and cupped his face before leaving a peck on his nose and lips “i love you” you hummed “i love you too, y/n but get some rest baby” he placed a kiss on your forehead before getting up to throw the towel in the dirty bin then fixed his clothing.

you crawled to the pillows and laid your head down sideways and he pulled the covers over you.

“chan!?” the staff called out making him huff and open the door “what?” chan frowned “we’re almost done with the photo shoot, hurry up”.

chan locked the door before looking at you who was fast asleep and closed it.

chan walked towards the living room, seeing some of his members looking at him and he frowned “what?” “we heard you two from the hallway” seungcheol commented, making chan’s eyes go wide “ ‘rigHt tHeRE’ “ hoshi mocked your voice, making chan roll his eyes.

“yeah, be more quiet next time”

𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

and they were roommates

A svt.hub collab

Pairing: camboy!chan x gn roommate!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.2k

tags: mutual masturbation, nipple play, dirty talk

Summary: Wanting sex is a natural feeling, it just so happens that gratification could be found in the next room with a shitty webcam and an infectious laugh.

author note: so I hope you guys are liking the collab so far. its been in the works for a while and this has been one of the most fun projects i've had in a while since i get to meet so many new writers. I was in a harsh drought for a while and I'm just glad this collab sparked up some interest in writing again. Here's a link to part 2

You fall to the bed with your legs clenched together, soaking in your guilty arousal, whimpering as the images of the adult video you stumbled upon replayed in your head. In detail, you could remember the soothing tenor voice as he gasped out terms of endearment, teasing his audience before releasing thick milky fluid up his bare and toned abdomen. The white sunk into the valleys of his stomach, his hum echoing in your ears through your earbuds before letting out a soft thanks and leaving the prerecorded video with an ending statement he does in every video, “Hope you’ll cum again soon. Bye.”

You hardly entertained the idea of cam shows since high-level production porn was easily accessible and needed no monetary compensation for most sites, but this guy was intriguing enough to stay and watch. He seemed like the perfect combination of gentle yet demanding, even with his awful username (what kind of name was Din0dicksd0wn anyway). You thought of him so much, that you couldn’t help but imagine your mouth wrapped around that hard gorgeous cock. And then there was the matter of his familiarity, which frightens you for countless reasons you don’t want to get into.

He didn’t show his face at all in the videos, maybe a peek at his smile if he slouches, but everything about him was a mystery besides the fact he went by Dino and his laughter could uplift any spirit dead or alive. His seductive internet presence increased your screen time usage and now leaves you anticipating the next time he does a live show, where you’d have a front seat.

You kept your promiscuous thoughts to yourself as you wanted your roommate to come back with food, remembering how you work better on a full enough stomach. Promptly, he returns to your place of residence with food and a big goofy smile on his face. “I hope you like extra cheese!”

You smile thankfully at the young man, who is urging a filling burger to your lap and you enjoy your late dinner together. Now with your mind on the way to being nourished, you had to think of a way of doing some ‘finger painting’ with your innocent roommate from hearing or interrupting. “Don’t you have any plans tonight? What are you doing at home on a Saturday?”

He halts his chewing, looking over at you with frightened eyes, “Oh, just, nothing. I don’t feel like going out today ‘tis all.”

“So you’re gonna be home all night?” You rephrase with subtle disappointment in your tone.

“Yeah, I’m just tired,” he adds, “after eating I was gonna tuck in early. Work has been really tiring this week. How about you? Are you staying home?”

You gulp, readjusting your burger in your grip. “Yeah, I thought I might sleep too. I guess it was a rough week for the both of us.”

“Yup.”

Silence fills the air, neither one of you could look at each other. Chan awkwardly finishes the last of his fries and picks up after himself, offering to help you with any of your trash before he leaves. He sees you shake your head in response.

“No thanks, Chan. I’m good.”

Chan politely smiles, turning away from the living area and washing up before he starts to head to bed. You sigh quietly, crumbling up the paper wrapper and washing up in the kitchen sink with the bathroom occupied. Being home all day, there was no need for you to shower, just good teeth brushing. However, looks like the toothpaste you keep by for cases like this ran low, meaning you had to bother Chan for another awkward encounter. 

You speed up to the bathroom door and turn the knob open without thinking, wanting the interaction to be fast and over. On the other end, your roommate was already stripped of his work clothes, dawning a perfectly sculpted body that you could recognize immediately from a singular mole on his loser torso. You immediately clasp your hands over your eyes, blushing hard enough to taunt a bull, and his shrilish scream is all you can hear.

“Occupied! You knew I was in here!”

All you could see was black, but from the audible shuffling, he had to be covering his important bits. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I had to get toothpaste.”

“Ok well, get it and leave, please.”

You sheild your vision from his build and hastily grab the toiletry, shutting the door behind you. After running away, you brushed your teeth at the kitchen sink, lost in your thoughts. The fact of the matter dawned on you, making you feel a long list of emotions that included guilt and longing.

Even knowing the fact, it didn’t matter, you were still going to watch the damn stream. You’d only ever have to watch once and never again, for the sake of your sanity.

You plug your earbuds in and hand down your pants as you lay in peace, waiting for the page to start up. You remember Chan leaving the bathroom in a hurry, without a second glance your way, which only heightened your suspicion. When his username appeared as live, along with its stream, it was the same man you climaxed to hours ago, living, breathing simultaneously with you. 

The same shaped mole was on his torso leading up to friendly accompaniment of his genitals that only grazed your vision mere moments ago, and a smile once again peaks through the top of his screen. You internally melt.

“Good evening. I hope you guys had a nice day. Mine was…eventful. I hope you don’t mind me talking about my day.”

A flurry of messages follow suit, many of them commenting how he was already naked and hard when he typically liked the tease before he got teh real show started.

“I was just so hard thinking about what just happened. Would you like to know what?”

A burst of donations go through, tens of hundreds flashing your screen, making the smile of his grow wider. He palms over his stiff length, jerking it from base to tip slowly, watching his income grow and the sound of cashier chings go off as a notifications.

“I…have a roommate and they’re at home now. They clumsily open the door before I could go in to shower. My cock was out and everything,” he says lightly, almost laughing, “ It was an innocent mistake, but their reaction was so cute. I even liked how they covered their eyes. Fuck.”

He pumps his cock harder in his hand, squeezing to imagine a different pressure of someone other than himself. You swallowed hard, touching yourself with no remorse, matching his pace.

“They should be asleep right now but all I can think about is my cock stuffed hard and deep in their mouth,” he darkly chuckles, “does that make me a bad roommate?”

Hard4cock: I wish you were my roommate I’d never let you sleep daddy +$50

P***y_on_sale: please let that mouth be me +$15

StabmeW/Dk: god im salivating +$30

“I’d never tell them this, but I find them so fucking hot. I want to hear how they sound when I pound their cute ass.”

His wrists flick faster, squeezing tighter around him. “God, how they say my name would make me cum instantly.”

His free hand travels to his nipple, twisting and squeezing the bud as it grows just erect as his cock. His mouth opens a gap as his eyes flutter shut. He ignores his audience for a moment, lost in his own temptations, but stopping himself before it’s too late. He lets go of his nipple and out a low hum. He looks back at the camera with a pearly white smile. “Almost lost myself there. We can’t have that. So tell me about your day.”

He peers closer to the camera, avoiding a face reveal, and revels in the thirst comments and donations sent his way. It was as loud as a casino on Memorial Day, and the dealer was very pleased with himself. The electronic awards breach his eyes and ears every few seconds, swelling a sense of pride in his system.

Cherrylips7: just thinking about you all day wanting to kiss the tip of that cock +$75

Boolicious: your cock is so big, want that one meeee +$150

Heelove6969: I had such a shitty day but you made me forget all about it <3 +$200

“That you slutbaby89 for the lunch money. I missed you, glad to hear my cock still gets you so fucking wet.”

You start scrambling to type away at your laptop, immediately attempting to create a name both clever and concealing. When half satisfied, you send in a donation and request, already slightly self conscious of the username you settled on.

Dino’s body perked up at the appearance of a new name, a sly smile forming on his face. “Kittennextdoor99, what an interesting name. Thank you for the dono, and I’d love to tell you all about what I’d do with my roommate.”

You slouch in the sheets, drenching the pads of your fingers in your arousal, anticipating his next words. You gaze at the screen as he pumps a thick disbursement of lotion and slathers his shaft, his teeth caught between his bottom lip. “They’re so sweet. Really cute. But that just makes me what to see another side to them.”

He grabs from the base of his cock to hold it in his hands, placing pressure to make him sigh in bliss. “I want to just rip their clothes off and give them good head, you know?”

You start typing away, one hand still touching yourself to his words.

Kittennextdoor99: mmmh i’d love to hear more

“Well, they’ve got a cute ass as I’ve mentioned. Wish I could see what it looks like when I’m balls deep inside them. Maybe I’d pull on their hair, fuck them until the forget what year it is.”

Kittennextdoor99: are you thinking about them looking back at you? Whimpering and moaning loud and clear for the neighbors to hear

“God, that fucking hot,” he full palms his cock, hips slightly jerking up into his grasp, imaging his roommate in place of his hand, “Fuck. Yeah I do. I want them to cum all over my cock and do it again and again until they knock the fuck out. I want to drain their energy to the last drop.”

Your legs clenched together, soft moans leaving your lips before you started typing again.

Kittennextdoor99: Mmh you’re getting me so wet 

“Oh am I, kitten? Maybe I should stretch you wide and fuck you deep. I’d love to hear the sounds that come out of your mouth.”

You rub yourself harder, hearing his voice goes rasper. Dino throws his head back, sweet delicious moans coming out of his parted lips as his pace starts to accelerate, his chest heaving at an irregular pace. “Mmh, fuck feel so good around my cock. Pretty baby can’t handle my cock, can you?”

You shake your head as if he could see you, then remember to type in the response that soon got lost in a flurry of them. Message after message saying how hot he was or notifications that his donation bar was closing the gap to his goal. Teasing his nipples once again, he finds a satisfying pace to his self-indulgence and jerks his hand accordingly, hushed obscenities coating his tongue.

“Is my little slut drunk on my cock,” his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, “You’re so pretty fucking yourself for me.”

You clamped your mouth shut, hoping your moans don’t reach the other side of that wall between you both. You sunk deeper in your sheets, desperately wanting for him in place of your eager hand, as you felt your immense arousal cause a twitching to your lower body. Your eyes flutter in Dino’s movement, seeing his cheat heave up and down in the pace of his hands. His hard grunts transitions to sweet and pretty moans, while his sweat made is skin squeak against the leather swivel chair.

“Mmh, I’m so close, baby. You have no idea. Can I please cum, hmm?”

God, were you red.

His whines were music to your ears, and you muffle your squeal in your pillow before responding.

Kittennextdoor99: please baby, I wanna see you painted with your cum +$300

Wonbat: fuck kitten ur balling 

Climbmelikeatree: holy shit baby boy’s gonna finally buy some new toys

Cherrylips7: come on baby, cum for us. Don’t let kitten’s money go to waste +$100

Dino lets out a low but loud enough moan for you to hear from the room next door. His load sprayed in all directions but ultimately layering his flexed body, a playful smile splaying on his face. His fingers thickly coated with hot load cover more skin surface as he made on last pump, making his cock look like the prettiest treat over anything you could find in a candy store. 

You climax soon after his display and shut your eyes to release the hard tears. You collapse limp on your mattress, barely keeping your eyes open to hear the broadcaster speak. “Damn, that was the hardest and fastest I’ve cum in a while. Look at what you made me do.”

Boolicious: Mmh I wanna lick him SLURP

Gaggalox: damn that was the fastest I came too +$75

SexyJisos: you gonna let your roommate fix your mess

A wide smile dawns on his face. “Hmm, that good idea. Might have to wake them up to make that offer. Or if they’re watching, hey roomie. Mind helping me clean up?”

Part 2

[minors dni]

"w-what are you doing?" chan asks as you lift up his covers and crawl into his bed next to him

"it's cold in my room and you know that i don't handle the cold well" you say as you scoot over to tuck yourself into chan's side. despite his annoyance he still allows you to bury yourself into the space under his arm

"just use a heater"

"it doesn't work the same and your body runs warm. chan please im already here. do you want me to freeze alone and die?"

chan grumbles to himself but doesn't tell you to leave again and you grin as you wrap your limbs around your roommate, trapping his body agaist yours

"ugh this isn't comfortable" chan gripes and pushes you away only to shift your positions and pull you back into him

you're now wrapped up in chan's arms as he spoons you from behind, his arm thrown over your torso and your legs tangled together to maximize body contact so you can steal as much of his warmth as you want. you reach down to slip your hand over chan's, lacing your fingers together as they rest over your stomach

chan tucks his chin over your shoulder and you hum as warmth spreads through your body. you two lay like that for a while until you feel your limbs starting to tingle with numbness and you shift around. you keep shifting, trying to break free from chan's grip until he grabs your hips tightly

"stop moving around" he grunts out

"i'm just trying to get more comfortable, give me a second" you wiggle a bit more but chan hisses and you stop "what is wrong with you?"

you turn your head to look at him but he's not looking at you, instead staring at the wall, his face flushed and the tips of his ears red

then like a lightbulb moment you understand what's happening, your eyes flicking down to his covered crotch and back up to his face. you giggle a big before turning your whole body around so you can face chan directly

"you got a little problem channie? i can help you out. it will help me out too, you know, help me get all warm" you coo as you run your fingertips up his shirt to brush his abs

"y-y/n" chan gasps at the contact of your cold fingers to his stomach

"that is...only if you want help. i get if you don't wan-"

you go to pull your hand out from under chan's shirt but he grabs onto your wrist and forces your hand to stay "i-i want to"

despite being the one to initate the offer, chan's response still has your mouth going dry. the tension between you and your rooommate has reached borderline unbearable as you two do your best to skirt around each other's (very obvious) attraction towards one another

you lean in and press your lips against chan's and he hungrily accepts your kiss, pulling your body close to his as his lips overtake yours. you can feel chan's hard-on rub up against you as you two continue to make out

chan pushes himself up to hover over you, pressing your body into the mattress. he slips one of his hands up your shirt, his warm hand trailing across your bare skin. his pushes it up higher and freezes a second when his fingers brush the curve of your breasts

"you're not wearing a bra" it's not a question, rather an observation

"n-no, i uh came in here right from my bed, i wanted to be comfortable"

"you're just a little tease aren't you? did you want this to happen?" chan pushes his hand up to fully cup your breast in his palm and you gasp a bit

"n-no, but im not mad that it is" chan's thumb brushes over your nipple and you arch your back into his touch

"so pretty like this, what a good girl" chan murmurs as he presses his lips to your neck softly. he nibbles at the skin as his fingers continue to squeeze the supple flesh of your chest

you can feel your body starting to really heat up and your panties start to dampen as chan works at you

"can i take this off?" chan's fingers tug at your shirt and you nod

"only if you take yours off too"

you and chan both move to undress yourselves and despite the bite in the air you now have direct access to chan's bare skin, his body heat nearly radiating off of him and into the space shared between you

you take a moment to appreciate chan's toned body, the way you can see the definition in his muscles. you reach up and run your hands over his pecs before pulling him back down into another kiss

you two take your time exploring each other's mouths as your hands roam over each other's bodies. you let out a small whimper when chan's knee finds its way between your legs and presses right up against your crotch. without meaning to you grind down onto his leg and chan chuckles at you

"look at you, so needy"

"like you aren't" you retort back "getting hard just from some cuddling" you reach in between your bodies to grab chan between his legs, stroking him through his pants, it's now his turn to gasp out, his resolve breaking a bit as he buckles under your touch

you chuckle at chan's reaction only to stop when you feel his dick twitch in your hand

"hey chan?"

"what?"

"please fuck me"

chan's face is bright red now but that doesn't stop him from scrambling to shuck off the rest of his clothes. you giggle and start to strip yourself as well

you glance over at chan's naked form and bite your lip slightly to keep you from smirking. you're not surprised that your roommate looks absolutely delectable when naked, his solid frame flushed and his cock hard against his stomach

you reach down to grab his cock in your hand and you pump a few times before running your thumb over the tip, causing chan to moan low

"there's condoms in the top drawer" chan gasps out while he points at his bed side table

you quickly move to grab on and hand it to chan and he wastes no time rolling it on before he's back on top of you

"god y/n you're so pretty like this" he whispers. his hands trail down your body before he presses his fingertips against your clit and rubs at you slowly. your hips buck up into his hand and you whimper the slightest amount

chan smirks down at you "god you're so wet already, do i really have you that worked up?"

"y-yes chan, please. please fuck me"

"no baby, not yet, i need to prep you first"

"i'm ready chan please, i'm so fucking wet, i promise it'll fit"

"god you're so needy, fine" chan says, but there's no real malice behind it

chan spreads your legs open and lines his cock up to your entrance before gently pushing into you. you both groan as he easily slides through your folds and into your desperate pussy. you're about to tell chan that you told him so but before the words can even leave your lips he's pulling out only to slam his hips right back into yours

"c-chan!" you gasp

"god y/n you feel so good" chan mutters as he starts to find his rhythm, you can't respond because of how good he feels inside of you

chan's mouth finds yours again as he captures you in a kiss. your lips clash together as chan continues to pound into you, one hand on your hip with the other braces his weight

your brain is fogged with nothing but chan as he continously ruts into you. you can taste his tongue in your mouth, smell his cologne filling your nostrils, hear his soft grunts, feel his hands on you and the drag of his cock inside of you. it's nothing but chan, but you don't mind

your own hands grip at chan's back and shoulder muscles, digging your nails into the flesh just so you can ground yourself

even as chan keeps a steady, quick pace fucking into you, you think about how you wouldn't mind just laying here cockwarming him as your bodies press against one another's. you file that idea away for later

you and chan break away from the kiss in a panting mess before chan leans down to rest his forehead on your shoulder. he moves his hand down between you two so he can rub circles into your clit again

your breath is shaky as you feel yourself reaching your climax. you've never cum so fast but you can't help it with chan's incessant digging on your g-spot

all it takes it for chan to lean down and press a kiss to one of your nipples to have you cumming hard on his cock. you moan loudly as you do, your fingers pulling at chan's hair as you do

chan's hips continue to rut into you until he's groaning and relasing his own load while he mouths at your tits

when you've both calmed down form your highs chan pulls out of you gently and disposes of the condom before flopping down on the bed next to you. you roll over so you can face him and you cover his lips with yours. this kiss is softer, sweeter, now that you two aren't wildly desperate for one another

chan's warm hands rub up and down your side in a calming fashion and you press yourself into a little harder. you two continue to exchange soft kisses until chan finally pulls away

"so...were you able to warm up?"

you snort at him a bit before pressing a kiss to his check "hmm...i don't know...maybe we should do that again just to be safe"

and well, you don't have to tell chan twice

Dino (이찬):

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“Allemies”

synopsis: Chan dislikes you because he thought you were a bystander to bullying. You dislike Chan because he seems to always be bragging about how well he dances. However, after witnessing a girl get bullied, you two combine forces. <Link to part 2> | <Link to Part 3>

genre: school/student au

pairing: highschool-student!chan x highschool-student!reader

warnings: school bullying, violence

a/n: I just realized that I forgot the summaries at the beginning of the posts- I'm so dumb + I didn't want to give the bullied girl a name so I didn't give her one + OMG THIS GIF OF LEE CHAN IS ILLEGAL + will make a pt.2 to this probably

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That classmate of yours, Lee Chan, was dancing around the classroom during break again.

It was like he was bragging to everyone that he won dance competitions, ranking relatively high in each. You couldn't deny it either, Chan was a good dancer. It was just the way he rubbed it into you and everyone else in the class by dancing around everywhere. It seemed like he was so full of himself, always flexing his dancing skills.

He danced through the rows of desks, his feet doing fancy moves. It looked like he was gliding on the floor.

How annoying.

When the class began, Chan sat down at his desk, which was placed right behind yours. Seeing your back made him feel slightly annoyed and disgusted.

He couldn't think of anything else other than one moment. A year ago, Chan happened to see you while he was waiting at his bus stop.

In his eyes, you were turning a blind eye to bullying, you even looked like a bully yourself. You were in front of a dark alleyway, on your phone, chewing gum. Behind you, in the alleyway, we're girls who beat up another girl.

When Chan approached, you walked away as if you were never part of the bullying.

He was able to stop the poor girl from getting bullied and advised her to move schools. After that week, the bullied girl disappeared. To Chan's disbelief, you continued with your days.

His disliking for you began then.

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The class ended and it was lunchtime. You made your way toward the vending machines to get yourself a can of soda as replenishment for lunch.

You passed by the bathroom and heard a girl shout, followed by some curses from other students. There was no one else but you in the hallway. You stood still and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

Holding a few quarters in your hand, you took a deep breath and took a step toward the bathroom. The moment your foot stepped into the bathroom, a triad of girls walked out. They bumped past your shoulder and gave you a side glare.

You could hear them mutter something along the lines of “Just another loser” as they walked out. The moment they left, you ran into the bathroom to find one of your classmates on the floor of the dirty bathroom. Her hair was wet and her clothes, soaked. A broom was on the floor.

You helped the girl out of the bathroom and gave her a new pair of clothes.

“Please don't tell anyone,” Your classmate said.

“What? Why? You are being bullied to this extent and you don't want to tell anyone?”

Your classmate whispered, “I don't have any evidence. They won't believe me.”

You just sighed and continued to help your fellow classmate dry her hair with a towel. Your stomach was empty but you didn't mind.

Chan sighed. He clenched his fists as he overheard your conversation in the classroom. He decided to walk away and go finish his lunch.

He couldn't believe what he saw. You, who he saw was a bystander to bullying, helped a bullied girl?

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When school ended and you were heading for the front gate of the school, you felt a sudden yank on your wrist. You were forced backward and hit the best of a guy.

Surprisingly, it was Chan.

You jerked away. “What the hell?”

“What do you plan to do?” Chan suddenly asked. You tilted your head, confused.

“What do you mean? What's up with you?” You tried to turn away but Chan held you still.

“How are you going to help her? She's being bullied.” Chan asked.

“You know about it?” You stared into his eyes, that were filled with confidence.

You looked around and quickly ran off. Chan shouted after you before following. You led him to a quieter place to talk.

“Shh! She doesn't want me to talk about it to anyone.” You said, your finger to your lips.

“If you aren't going to do something to help her, I will. No, I will help her even if you do something.” Chan said.

“She doesn't want anyone knowing!”

“Are you just going to let her continue to suffer when you know she's being bullied? Just like how you turned a blind eye to the girl who got bullied in the alleyway?”

You glared at Chan. “I don't know what you're saying but I'll do something. I'll not make it a big deal as she wants.”

“That just means you're not doing anything,” Chan scoffed and turned away, poking his cheek with his tongue. “What did I expect? I thought when you saved her, you would help her even if she doesn't want help. It's just the same as last time. You'll turn away and do nothing.”

“I don't know what ‘last time’ you're talking about. I don't even know you well and all of a sudden you're talking to me, spitting this nonsense?” You crossed your arms and scoffed.

It was like the two of you felt a string of hate connected on your pinkies.

“Don't you remember her? She was the mixed girl last year. Bullied and then left. She thanked me because I was the only one who saved her before.”

“Are you bragging right now?”

“No, I'm telling you about how you turned a blind eye to bullying in the past. You're a really bad person if you don't even remember the incident.” Chan glared at you.

“I don't know what you're talking about. That alleyway- I only know of one alleyway. I stand there every day and listen to music on my phone so loud that I can't even hear a car run,” You replied, holding onto your backpack straps. “It's been the same for years.”

Chan wet his lips and turned away. “Whatever you say. What I know is that I'll help her. I'll catch those bullies in the act and-”

“It's going to be the girl's bathroom. You can't go in there.” You said.

His eyes softened.

“That's why I was hoping that you could help me, but of course, you-”

“You should have gotten straight to the point then, you!!” You shouted.

Chan explained how he saw you and heard the scream from the girl's bathroom. He didn't go in because it was the female bathroom, so he stayed back. When the girls left the bathroom, he stayed and watched you help the bullied girl. After that, he went and followed the bullies, finding their smoking spot too.

You and Chan went back into the building and stayed there to come up with a plan. You two disagreed on some parts but when it hit6 pm, you guys finally came to an agreement in the plan.

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You took in a deep breath. You could hear the shouts of the poor girl again, in the same place.

Chan was behind you. He nodded with a reassuring smile. You still couldn't believe that you were doing such a thing.

You walked into the bathroom to see a horrific scene. They were hitting your classmate with the broom.

You took a hold of the broom and were able to break it. Prior to the event, Chan helped you break the broom a bit.

“What the hell?” The main bully was a tall girl with straight, long hair. “It's you?”

“What do you think you're doing?” You asked as fiercely as you could.

“This- take her. I'll be right there. I can't believe she ruined all the fun.”

The echoing voices of the other two girls were like ghosts following a monster. You gulped and the girls slapped your face hard, then pulled you by the hair. One of the girls kicked your knee, making you hit the floor of the bathroom.

‘The point is not to fight back, but to struggle.’ Chan told you yesterday.

Chan would be waiting outside and would film everything. Mr.Kim, your homeroom teacher, would also be there. That was the plan; to gather evidence and witnesses.

Your knee hurt so much. It felt like the girls had broken a bone of yours. They dragged you by the hair. Your shoes squeaked as they struggled against the floor, kicking. The lead bully walked out of the bathroom with a sinister smile. She was holding onto the broken stick.

The door to the courtyard opened, just as Chan planned.

“Let's stop it now. It's enough. I've seen enough.” Mr.Kim said, walking toward the door.

Chan nodded and followed, holding a camcorder in his hands.

The girls began kicking you when the door opened. Chan flew out and covered you immediately, his arms around you and his chest pressed against your back as the teacher shouted.

“Go to the principal! This is absolutely unacceptable! We will not tolerate this type of school violence! Your parents will be informed of your harmful actions and legal action may be rightfully taken for the harm you guys have caused to any of the victims. Go! Now!”

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2 weeks went by. The girls have been expelled.

Mr.Kim, you, the bullied girl, and Chan we're witnesses. Chan had also set up a camera at the outside of the courtyard, where it captured the bullies shouting threats and curses as they beat you up. With his video evidence and the injuries on you and the girl's bodies, it was more than enough.

The girl is taking legal action against them as well.

You were sitting in the infirmary because of your leg injury. You were basically skipping out on P.E. class because of your broken knee.

Suddenly, the door opened and Chan walked in. You were staring out the window, at the courtyard.

“You want to go outside?” He asked.

You turned to him. “Why are you here?”

“Because the nurse had to check out for a bit and she trusts me,” Chan replied, sitting down next to you.

You rolled your eyes, sighed, and turned away.

“You're at it again.”

“Huh?” He sounded genuinely confused.

You turned to him and stared straight into his eyes.

“I freaking hate how you're always bragging about yourself. Can't you just keep it to yourself? What next? You're going to talk about how you wouldn't be able to dance and win competitions if you were the one who broke a leg?”

Chan was quiet and just stared at you.

He blinked twice.

You pressed your lips together, feeling guilty.

“Sorry, I didn't mean it.”

“No, I was just starting to like you more as a classmate. Let's just stay enemies. Forget that we were allies.” He stood up to leave but saw that the bullied girl was at the door.

“Thank you so much… Chan and Y/N. It seems like you two aren't on good terms but I really appreciate you two working together for me,” She had her hands together, her face held a beautiful smile. “I hope you two can get along. Chan really seemed heroic when he protected you like that… just like how you helped me get changed.”

Her eyes were on you. She seemed so much happier. Her eyes were twinkling.

“Well, I have to get back to class. I just really wanted to say thanks.” She left just like that.

Chan turned back to you and your eyes met.

He sighed and sat back down. You didn't notice before that he was holding a bag in his hands.

“You always buy lunch from the vending machine,” he took out a sandwich. “So I bought you one.”

He handed you the sandwich with a cold face, trying to deny that he did it out of genuine kindness.

“Thanks.” You replied. You looked inside the sandwich and saw no cucumbers.

“Why don't they have cucumbers? The sandwiches from this store always have cucumbers.”

Chan sighed.

Chan didn't know why, but he felt that he would have to be around you, who seemed like the complete opposite of him, for a while.

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-serenityseventeen

Bitchless [M] Pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader Tags: 7.2k, Roommate!AU, Smut, Humor Summary: While stuck in quarantine, what starts as just a joke becomes some sort of twisted sexual hunger games between you and your dorky yet admittedly attractive roommate who’s deadset on proving you wrong. 

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content 18+, Minors DNI, suggestive throughout, language, loads of teasing/lowkey edging, kissing/making out, heavy petting, breast play, unprotected sex (mxf), a teensy bit of manhandling, not a hand kink persay - he’s using them…a lot. 

“I’m bored.”

It’s probably the thousandth time you’ve heard your roommate repeat this sentiment within the hour and you’re only four days into your mandatory two week quarantine. The likelihood of you strangling him was so high that you automatically shifted further away from him on the couch lest you suddenly drop your book and wrap your hands around his stupid neck to shake him silly. 

You reign in your irritation and refuse to look over at him, dangling upside down on the couch beside you, feet hanging over the back as if his mother had swatted him for it his whole life and now that he was an adult, he was indulging in all the dumb ways to sit on furniture without repercussion. You’d scold him but he paid for the couch himself so he can sit however he likes. 

Chan boldly reaches an arm out toward you and pokes your side, quickly retracting it as you gasp and then scowl at him. “We still have ten days to go and you’re already being annoying.”

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Thank You, Secretary Lee

Pairing: chan x f!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 3.6k

Tags: business au, secretary!chan, CEO!reader, mentions of alcohol, power dynamic, kitchen sex, oral (receiving), unprotected sex

summary: Being a secretary was more than a job to Chan. It was being a right-hand man, a partner, and a dog. To lee Chan, being your secretary is a way of life.

author note: personally requested by and header by @chogiwapadada I love the header and l love the request. And thank you @wonwussy for beta reading and helping make this look complete. It’s been a little bit since i wrote full Chan fic and just to remind you guys the Chanrot never stops!!! This was a little business proposal inspired obviously, title inspired by what’s wrong with secretary Kim. Office tropes are honestly one of my favorites. Enjoy guys and a heads up. In a few weeks from now I’ll be out of the country for a little over two weeks so I’ll be in a semi hiatus. I won’t be as active posting comments but I will occasionally reblog and such. An announcement will be made closer to the date.

Everyone congratulated you as expected, while some wallowed in their obvious envy, assuming your achievement come out from sheer nepotism. That didn’t bother you in the slightest. You knew how you got where you there. You thrived knowing you’re the youngest female CEO in the company’s history, overpassing your brothers and sisters for the position, and dedicating a decade of your life to be where you are now. No one was going to take that feeling away from you.

In your well-tailored pantsuit, the clicking of your heels echoed in the empty halls before entering the familiar cubicle area of your subordinates smiling, fake or not, it didn't matter. You thank them in your own pristinely shaped smile, eyes on only one thing and one thing only: your new private office. Your wide-eyed spectacled secretary follows your every move rhythmically, walking a respectful distance behind you, greeting your subordinates just the same.

Just as you’re about to enter the peace and quiet, you’re surrounded, bombarded on whether you’d be celebrating along with the rest of the company.

You gave a CEO-friendly smile and declined, letting them know you have a business to take care of long after the work day. However, you insist that they can all eat on behalf of you on the Company’s Treat, sure that one of the Executives below you can stand in your place. They all cheered after the sound of free food and alcohol, saying you’d be missed, and graciously roused, shouting your name like an athlete shooting the winning basket. 

You hold your hand up in thanks, reminding them it’s still working hours to return to their duties, and finally are able to seek refuge in your office, your secretary closing the door behind him. You sigh in contentment seeing your plaque. You approach your desk with a genuine smile, dragging your finger over its shiny surface before walking behind the desk and taking a seat in your chair.

Secretary Lee stands to the side from a distance, hands joined politely at your back quietly observing you. “I take it’s to your liking.”

You nod, caressing the leather exterior of your swivel chair. “It’s perfect.”

“Is there anything you need before I return to my desk?” 

You grin at him, “That’ll be all.”

The rest of the work day goes by without a hitch and most of the employees leave to get that free dinner, with a select few heading homes instead, you being one of them. You pack up your things and shut down the desktop. You trod out the door, stuffing documents in your briefcase, and notice that your Secretary is still on standby at his desk while most people are long gone.

“You’re not going to the dinner, Lee?”

He turns to the sound of your voice, an emotionless ‘ah’ leaves his lips in realization, as if he just remembered that was happening, “I was going home today. Wasn’t sure if I wanted to be around a bunch of drunk middle-aged men tonight right before the weekend.”

“Fair,” you chuckle at his honest answer, “We can share a car then. We’re heading to the same building.”

“We both bought a car,” he points out, putting away his important belongings.

“I can leave mine behind, it’s safe here.”

You follow him out to his car, taking the passenger seat naturally, and take on the road quietly. You sit comfortably near each other, your attention on your phone sending emails, and Secretary Lee laser-focused on the road and not a peep from him heard. It stays this way until the end of the car ride, soon reaching the parking lot of your mutual apartment building. You walk out of the car and head to the elevators together to take the lift up to the mutual floor before you separate to go to your respective residences.

“Have a good night,” you tell him, hand on the door handle.

He stands in front of his door, only several feet away from your door, and smiles back at you politely, “You have a good night too.”

You disappear from each other simultaneously, matching even the shutting of the door. You store away your blazer in the hallway closet, loosening up the articles of clothing for a more comfortable and less stuffy fit. Even if it was a successful day at work, it was a day at work.

Your subordinates may have loved the idea of food and drinks all paid for but what did you have to benefit from such an event? You already kissed all the ass you could. You were done impressing, you were riding now your highest high. 

You smile to yourself washing off the lather of the grime you built up over the day. The steam of water flushes your skin, having you sigh from its warmth. When you got out of the shower, relief follows as well as a doorbell. You quickly throw a robe over your wet body, hastily tying the knot around your waist, and you beeline to answer the ring.

On the camera intercom, you see a familiar face, both friendly and bearing gifts. You greet them at the door at once, knowing all too well his gaze couldn’t help but linger. Whether it was on the sliver of cleavage peeking out of your robe, the droplets falling to your soft, wet skin, or even how that robe hugs your body to show off your silhouette. 

“Wine, Mr. Lee? How thoughtful.”

The visitor chuckles, pushing up his glasses to the highest point of his nose, “We’re out of the office now. Please, call me Chan.”

“Come in…Chan.”

You leave room for him to enter, not without his eyes briefly scanning your body until he hears the shut of your door. “Let me get dressed. You can drop the wine off in the kitchen. I’ll be right there.”

“As you wish.”

You get ready in a timely manner, drying most of your hair and covering what was important and leaving out what wasn’t, before taking a calm stride to the kitchen to see Chan’s back towards you pouring glasses of wine enough for just the two of you. He hears your footsteps, holding one glass out to you. “Cheers to your new position, Ms. CEO.”

“Now you’re the one formal with me,” You smile, accepting the glass graciously, clinking it with his, and letting its bittersweet taste hit your tongue as Chan did the same.

“I like the sound of it. Ms. L/n. It’s…sexy.”

He swirls his wine by the stem, flitting his gaze in at your body in a thin, little camisole and shorts, a single silk robe covering your arms and shoulders that tied loosely from your body, coordinated in red; the most powerful of colors. He feels tension in his trousers, shifting the space inside so it's just a little less noticeable. “Women in power are truly amazing.”

He finishes his wine to the last drop and is quick to pour himself another glass and helpful in refilling yours. You reach out to grasp the hem of his dress shirt, although he had removed his blazer, he failed to free himself from the restraints of the buttons. One plastic piece at a time, you begin to reveal the toned, and smooth surface of his pectorals, practically bursting through the thin cotton fabric.

“So excited to see me, you couldn’t even change out of your work clothes? At least loosen up your shirt here.”

He takes a step closer to make it easier for you, staring through his lenses at the eyes fixated on his clothes before they quickly lock with his, ruffling his shirt until it pleased you. A hint of a smile on his face, gregariously accepting your attention. “That’s better.”

“Don’t think it'd be better off? Like how things were back then when you had all the time in the world for me?” He sly suggests.

You scoff, lightly shoving him off and taking a sip from your wine, that cocky smile on Chan’s face showing no sign of faltering. “You hoped I’d come over, didn’t you?”

Your secretary was proud to be reminding you of your past. Despite having broken up the more times that the number of fingers you have, he stuck in the history you have. From college students, to interns, to the executive positions you now hold, he’s found several ways to come back to you. He’s worked just as hard, if not more, just to keep you in his line of vision. You’ve watched him climb the ranks, surpassing you in every way until now with you topping him in the highest rank possible. He was a thorn in your side, and that made him the most diligent and loyal person you knew. Lee Chan is the perfect secretary.

“Have you not eaten,” you decidedly change the subject, “we hadn’t gotten home that long ago.”

“I like working up an appetite before I eat,” he answers, his hands settling on your hips, “I know you’d agree.”

Your breathing makes an uneven shift, letting yourself drag your feet closer to him, “You like it.”

There's evident pride on his face, “‘It’ as in what’s happening? Yes. Yes, I do.”

“I mean the roleplay, being a good, helpful, efficient little righthand man to me,” You find purchase back on his shirt, thumbing over its cool material, “So you come back to me and treat me however you want after a hard day’s work?”

“It’s part of the fun, but, I like being by your side.”

He directs you to the presence of a kitchen counter, digging your backside into the edge of the counter, and instead of drinking the rest of his wine, he drinks your lips. Languidly, he kisses you with vigor, his teeth occasionally catching your bottom lip. Your arms rest on the structure of his shoulders, eyes shutting as you clench the arousal between your legs. He parts only briefly, the transparent lenses fogging up and the metal frame grazing the tip of your nose. “But that’s second to having to do whatever I want with you.”

He seamlessly reconnects, hiking up your bare legs to his hip, and the stiffness of his bulge pokes your stomach. A hand runs up his hair, tongue tasting the fermented grapes, admittedly sweeter on your secretary. He pulls you up from the ground to place you on the kitchen counter, your thighs bracing its cool marble surface. His pretty hands fingering along your inner thigh, his index and middle digits pressing on the wet spot of your shorts.

“How ‘bout it?” His shallow breaths against your lips, “Should I stuff you until you’re crying my name? Or should I let the wet, glossy cunt answer for you?”

A grin spreads wide across your face and you shake your head no. Instead, you grip the back of his head, tugging him inches away from you, a soft whine leaves his lips. You push him down by his shoulder and he falls limply to his knee. Both your hands play with the tips of his hair, angling you at your clothed cunt, butterflies zooming in his stomach. He watches you with wide eyes like a helpless puppy.

You stare back domineering, “You almost forgot that it’s my day, hmm? I’m in charge now, Lee, and I say you get to eat.”

You tug him at the center of your core, watching him lick his lips. He pulls up his sleeves, pushes up his glasses, and parts your legs wide enough just for his head. He fingers at the hem of your shorts, snapping his elastic.

“Hey!” You exclaimed.

“I should at least get to play with my food, right?” His head dives to the center of your stomach, pulling apart the robe strap from his mouth, pulling at its end, and watching it fall loose around your sides. He does the same with your shorts. His breathing tickles the patch of your abdomen, and he catches the top hem expertly between his teeth, dragging over your thighs and past your calves agonizingly slow. If there was a time to kick him, it’d be now.

He makes up for his teasing by pinning your thighs on the marble, planting his tongue flat against your panties, and running a thick stripe against the fabric. He lets out a deep chuckle when you whimper, smiling up at you knowingly because although you tower over him, he had the manual to pushing your buttons.

He kisses your wet spot, lips pressed against you, groaning between your thighs. He engorges on you like there isn't a silk wall in between, digging his face deeper, breathing hot breaths until he could feel squirm.

“Chan,” you call out achingly, “eat me out, jerk.”

“But I am,” he retorts in a sinister tone.

Your hands go on to grip the counter in frustration, “You know what I mean…I want your mouth on my pussy…please.”

He obliges, not without rewarding himself that is, slipping your panties down normally before stuffing them in his trousers, “I’ll consider this your white flag.”

He thumbs over your folds, your arousal glistening and seeping out of your cunt so scrumptious. “This pretty pussy looks good enough to eat.”

He takes a sample, licking inside your walls like it’s what's left of a yogurt cup. You were thick as honey. His tongue flicks up your clit, his spit streaming down your slit before his mouth devours with all he has in him. “So sweet…”

Laughing maniacally, you feel the hot pressure of his latched in mouth clash with the cool metal of his frames pushing against your clit. You hold him there by his hair, once molded by wax in perfection to be ruined by your ungraceful control, rutting yourself with his face.

Your eyes flutter open and shut, the tension in your stomach builds up with every lick, and you feel yourself slouch down the cabinet behind you to hug him closer. Your whines never-ending, you grip his strands harsher, his high-pitched gasps slip through and tickle your entrance.

“Mmh, like that. Doing…so…good.” 

Chan could feel his frames smush up against your warmth, losing oxygen but relentless to feel the gush of your nectar coat the inside of his mouth and swallow what couldn’t fit down his throat.

Moaning out when he flicks his tongue at three times its previous speed, you clutch him against you, ankles crossed behind his head, hips thrusting in his mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

Ivory honey fills the insides of his cheeks as your thighs hug their outside perimeter. In a few moments, you have none left in you to cum and you loosen your grip. Chan detaches himself from you, gasping for air, breathing against your heat, but not for long as he reconnects with another pair of lips. His wet cheeks are covered in a mess of his salvia and your climax as he stamps against your face, meanwhile, his tongue lets that same concoction fall in your mouth, generous with sharing.

He parts from you and thick translucent ribbons stretch from both your faces, Chan is proud to see the vicious liquid dribble down your chin as it does his. “Well, aren't you a good little mess?”

You snicker, “Speak for yourself. How do you even see with those on?”

You refer to the glasses kept on the entire time, stained with tonight's recent events: fog, cum, and all. No wet cloth could wipe away that. He lets out an amused laugh, quick to toss it away in the sink, finally revealing those pretty brown eyes. “Happy?”

“As much as I like seeing covered in my cum, you need to be cleaned up a little bit more.”

You tear away a paper towel from the wall, dampening it from the sink, and use it to wipe up the rest of his face. He smiles through your gesture, keeping a piece of your robe between the pads of his fingers. “Not too thorough, I’m not done with you.”

He has you tossing the wet napkin away, distracting you with a kiss, taking your hands, and guiding them to the opening of his shirt. “Take it off for me.”

You follow through, dropping it to the floor with ease. You gingerly trail your hands over his tight body, flushed in anticipation and lust. You admire his build without looking, involuntarily drooling as your lips ghost over his. Your legs hook around this torso, pulling him against you before whispering, “Your turn.”

“Gladly.”

One arm at a time, he drops your robe down the counter. He feels up the skin under your camisole before he slides it above your head and it hits the floor with his dress shirt. He lets himself get lost in the surface of your skin, smoothing down your curves and edges. Hands falling to your breasts, reminiscing in their weight, bounce, sensation. He bends his head to kiss a bud while thumbing over another, eyes turned up at your gaze. “You look nice in pants suits, but I think seeing you naked comes a close second.”

His tongue drags around your textured skin, perking up your nipples, and feeling the tension in your eyes that stares back at him in anticipation. “When will you be naked then?”

A corner of his lips raise, dropping from reaching down to his belt buckle, slipping them out of the loops, playfully wrapping around your torso for a quick tug so your chest could make contact with his. A giggle emits from you, kisses peppering over your cheeks, admiring you up close from his poor vision. “I missed you.”

Your arms rest over his shoulders, your chuckles raising hairs on his back. “We live next door to each other, we work together. You’re gonna be seeing me every day.”

“As your secretary,” He answers promptly, dropping his belt before cupping your cheek and holding on to the small of your back, “or your creepy neighbor.”

“I wouldn’t be doing all this if you were only those things to me…I want you, Chan. Every side of you.”

“I want you too. I’ll be sure to be the loyal dog you want me to be.” He jokes with genuine intentions.

You thumb over his cheek, a chaste kiss on the top of his nose, “then take me on the floor.”

Your legs stiffen around him, giving him the strength to lift you from the counter and gently let your body reach the ground. The cool tiles startle you initially, but the warmth of Chan's presence overwhelms you to the point you forget the cold. He quickly tears away his bottoms, his cock revealed hard in his hands. He kisses your lips, gazing at you with a familiar glint of love in his eyes. “Protection?”

You run your fingers through his hair and allow him to part your legs away from each other. “I said I want all sides of you, didn’t I?”

“Yes ma’am.” His lip quivers.

You feel the raw tip of his cock, tease along your ready slit. Like they never left, your lips together follow a familiar pace and his cock eases into you like a missing puzzle piece. Your arousal welcomes him, coating his length deliciously as he takes your legs and presses them against his sides. Your faces as close as they possibly could be, he grinds into you, letting your walls hug his girth. Your erecting nipples roll between his fingers, teasing you at the perfect pressure.

His tongue fights back yours with gumption, rutting in you to the sounds of his own grunts, your moans following shortly.

“Your pussy feels so good…taking my cock…so good…”

“Mmh…Lee…fuck me like that,” he sees you bite your lips before you lightly knock your head back on the time, back slightly arched.

“Yeah, you like that?” He eggs, “my cock fucking nice and full.”

“Yes, Lee…god…more…more…”

“More…all for you.”

The back of your thighs clashes against his hips repeatedly like cymbals, sporadically twitching at the sensation of him fucking you in and out. Your forearms stay grounded on the tile, head banging in the air and you clench possessively, confident with every praise leaving your secretary swollen pink lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Come here.”

He pulls you up from the cold ground and presses you against him, his legs folded at the knees, which touch the ground, and his arms hold you up. He proves himself reliable as always, pushing his hips up in you as your legs latched on him like a leech. You swallow down your drool, you feel one of his hands squeezing your ass as the other handle your waist.

“I’d…fuck you…all night if I…could…Perfect for…me…”

You lose your sense of reality limply following Chan’s lead. You push your hips deeper in anguish, the heat of your breath meshing to become one and he feels you shake uncontrollably, obviously holding back another climax. “Chan…Lee…Please…”

“Wanna cum…Again…” A hint of pretension was fresh on his tongue.

“I want…please…cock so…mmp–Good…” Tears swelled up in your eyes, overstimulated but unsatisfied. “Cum in me…fill me…I’m–”

“I promise to you, I will.”

He muffles your cries, hand in your hair, pumping his load deep and full inside you until you’re practically dripping down his thighs. Inside you is warm; it's perfection. With a final fully extorted thrust, he stays inside you, wiping away your tears and stroking your back. “So good for me…Do you want me to draw you a bath?”

You weakly nod, “Please, and maybe help me clean in here?”

He softly smiles. “I’ll make sure to do so. Anything else?”

You shake your head.

“Ms. L/n,” He speaks with clear anticipation, “You know I respond well to positive feedback.”

You roll your eyes before scoffing, combing through his rat nest of hair.

“Thank you, Secretary Lee.”

concealed zippers - lc

title: concealed zippers pairing: lee chan x f!reader genre: smut (minors dni!), bestfriend!chan warnings: pining, teasing, sexual comments, explicit sex, fingering, oral (m. receiving), chan and reader are soft for each other w.c.: 3.4k summary: you ask your best friend to zip your dress up a/n: this actually wasn’t based off of taylor swift’s song dress but it came on when i was writing this and it was too perfect

“Chan!”

The calling of his name grabs his attention from where he’s looking at his phone. The dancer is waiting in your apartment living room waiting for you to finish getting ready. Chan is your date tonight to an event hosted by your work company. It’s some charity ball thing and if it wasn’t already obvious Chan doesn’t know much about it. The only reason he’s going is for free food (and because he’s a simp for you but he’s not going to admit that one out loud).

“What? Are you okay?” Chan walks to your bedroom door and stands outside of it.

“I need help!” Your panicked tone alerts Chan and he’s throwing your door open only for him to stop in his tracks. There you are, standing in the middle of your room, with your whole back exposed.

He takes a moment to look all of you over. You have on your favorite pair of black strappy heels that you keep wearing despite them always hurting your feet. He can see the way your wrists, ears, and neck are adorned with silver jewelry. Your hair is already all dolled up and he’s sure you already have all of your makeup on as well. These are all common things when you guys dress up together, no what catches his attention is your dress. Wrapped around your body is a maroon satin dress that hugs your hips a little too well. It doesn’t go past the middle of your thighs and only has little straps to hold it up.

Your smooth back is tantalizing to Chan and it takes everything in him not to walk up to you and start kissing up the exposed skin. 

“Can you zip me up?” The tone of your voice has switched to soft and shy and you look over your shoulder to look your best friend in the eye. “It’s a new dress so I’ve never worn it before. I didn’t realize the zipper was so small and hard to reach.” Chan licks his lips and only nods.

Nobody knows this besides maybe Vernon and Soonyoung but Chan has been madly in love with you for like two years now. Chan’s hands shake a bit as he reaches for the small zipper that sits at the small of your back, right above your butt. It’s one of the small oval zippers that are used on concealed zippers to hide inside of the dress. He’s about to grab the zipper but stops himself and quickly switches his demeanor.

Instead of taking the zipper between his fingers, he slides his hands against your skin and into your dress so he grabs at your bare waist. His fingers are so close to touching the swell of your breasts and your breath hitches a bit at the contact.

Chan leans in so his mouth is right by your ear. You can feel his breath against your neck as he whispers, “Are you sure you want me to zip it up? Why don’t we just skip this whole event and I take the dress off of you all together.”

It isn’t uncommon for Chan to act like this with you, flirty and sexual and pushing boundaries. It’s always played off as a joke and just Chan’s nature towards you due to your comfort and intimacy with one another, but you don’t know that Chan truly means it, and Chan doesn’t know that his words always leave you wanting more.

“C’mon Chan we have to get going soon. Please just zip my dress up?” Chan mistakes the breathiness in your voice for exasperation instead of desire and quickly snakes his hands back out of your dress. You have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from whining at the loss of his touch. You know he’s only joking but you wish he meant it so badly. Your pussy is already damp just from thinking about his words and you want nothing but for him to rip your dress off and ravage you.

“Of course, princess.”

God that stupid nickname he insists on calling you. More a part of the game he plays with you. Teasing you with a smirk while you slowly die inside over it. 

Unbeknownst to you Chan is mentally freaking out. Why did he do that? You probably think he’s some kind of pervert now. He pushed it too far this time and he still has to zip your dress up. Chan does his best not to fumble as he actually grabs the zipper this time. He pulls the small maroon plastic piece up your back, his knuckles caressing against your warm skin as he does, and for some reason this touch seems even more sensual and intimate than the previous one.

Shivers are sent down your spine as Chan’s skin brushes yours. The feeling is gone far too soon for your liking as he finally pulls the zipper all the way into place. He even takes the time to tuck the zipper into the folds of the dress so it’s fully concealed the way it’s supposed to be. His hands run down your sides and rest on your waist. The fabric is thin and he can feel your body heat radiating up into his palms. You silently wish that the red fabric was gone so you could feel Chan’s hands on your bare body.

“Beautiful as always, princess. Ready to go now?”

You only nod and Chan pulls away again and you have to take a moment to catch your breath before you follow him out of the room.

Your dress is driving Chan crazy. The front has a cowl neck so it frames your boobs just perfectly with just enough cleavage to be considered teasing and not sleazy. The skirt keeps riding up your thighs and you have to keep pulling it back down and Chan watches every time as you tug the skirt down your legs that Chan so badly wants to be between. As you guys walk around the event Chan keeps a firm hand on your waist and as much as he loves the feel of the smooth material under his hand, he wishes that he could touch you under it as well.

As expected by the time the night is coming to a close Chan is practically supporting all of your weight because your shoes are hurting your feet so bad. You haven’t complained to him about it yet but he can tell just by the way you lean into him and continue to shift around.

“Come on princess, let’s get you home.”

When you get to your apartment your feet are throbbing but you don’t want to complain to Chan. You don’t have to though, because before you’re even able to get out of the car he’s opening your door and scooping you up into his arms.

“C-chan! What are you doing?”

“Shush, I know your feet are killing you. Let me help.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you into your apartment.

Your heart is hammering out of your chest and you hope he can’t feel it. You know he’s strong but you didn’t know he was this strong.

Inside Chan’s own head he’s trying his best to think pure thoughts, but all he can really think about is the way your thighs are pressing against his arm and the way his hand is just barely brushing the side of your breast. Speaking of, your breasts are nearly in his face with the way your arms are wrapped around him and Chan has to make sure he doesn’t look down at you because then he’ll be looking down your whole dress and he doesn’t want to pop a boner while he’s trying to just bring you to your apartment.

When Chan gets to your apartment he lets you down gently and you grip onto his forearm as you reach down to take off your shoes. You throw them to the side as you walk over to your bedroom. When you bent down to take off your shoes your dress rode up again, but this time you don’t bother to fix it. Chan gulps thickly as he watches you way away, your dress pulled up so far he can see all of your thighs on display.

“Hey Chan? Can you help unzip my dress?” You call for him once again.

Chan’s dick stirs around at just the thought of him unzipping your dress. He walks into your room where your back is already turned to him. Chan slowly walks up to you and grabs at the zipper again and slowly drags it down until it can’t go further, exposing your back once again.

Without even thinking Chan’s hand trails up your back, caressing your soft skin.

“Chan…”

“Princess?”

“Tell me you don’t want this.” You slip the straps of your dress down your shoulder but hold the front of your dress to your breasts so you don’t fully expose yourself.

“Fuck.” That’s all Chan says before he’s on you. His lips attach themself to your neck as his hands reach around you to pull your hands away from yourself. The dress slips down your body and onto the floor and you shiver not only from the cold air hitting your nipples, but also from the way Chan sucks a hickey into your neck.

Chan’s hands move to knead at your breasts and you moan at the feeling of finally having him touch you. “Channie~”

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Chan is picking you up again, only this time it’s to throw you onto your bed. He takes in the sight of you as his dick twitches. You’re looking up at him with the sweetest bedroom eyes with your perky tits on display, the only thing covering you being your thin black lace panties. “Shit Y/N, you’re beautiful.”

He leans down to kiss you and you finally understand all of the cheesy fireworks analogies that romance novels talk about. Everything just feels right when you kiss him. Your lips slot together perfectly and he kisses you tenderly yet passionately.

The moment he pulls away you miss the feeling of his lips on yours but you don’t mind that much when his mouth then moves to your right tit. You bring your hands up to grab at his hair, carding your fingers through the dark locks. After a few more licks, he moves to press open mouthed kisses onto your left breast. You mewl as you feel him roll your nipple between his teeth. He chuckles at this a bit. 

Desperate to speed up the pace of things, your fingers fumble with the button’s on Chan’s shirt. You’re close to just ripping the fabric off of him but Chan senses your impatience and swiftly unbuttons and sheds the shirt.

Your skin tingles at the way Chan’s warm, bare body presses against yours. His hand kneads at your waist as he starts to press playful kisses into your neck.

“Chan please,” you beg in a low voice.

“Please what princess?”

“I need you. Need you to touch me. Touch me here.” You grab his hand and slowly trail it down to in between your legs. Chan groans as he feels the way your panties are already damp. His fingers find your clit and he teases it slightly. Your body jolts at his touch and you whine as you feel your core get even wetter.

“Oh shit. Baby you’re so fucking wet for me.” Chan reaches down into your panties and the pads of his fingers trail your slit, smearing your slick all over your folds. You squirm around in the bed, praying that Chan will just get on with it, but he doesn’t of course. He slowly circles your clit, your arousal spreading across your clit as well.

“Chan please, I need you to finger me.”

“Ah good girl, using her words, asking so nicely.” Chan is playful with his words but mentally he’s dying to get his fingers inside of you. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep up the teasing dominant act before he fully breaks character.

Your hips buck up and you let out a high pitched squeal when Chan’s finger slips into your hole. He barely thrusts into you twice before he’s already adding another finger, muttering about how pliant your pussy is to his fingers.

“C-chan wait,” you call out, your voice coming out in between pants. Automatically Chan stops and pulls his fingers out of you.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah just, uh,” you flush red, “I want to suck your dick as well.”

“Oh.” Chan’s face also turns red. “Y-yeah, okay.”

You two shift around on the bed so Chan can lean against the headrest. Your face is by his lap, the rest of your body curled up next to you so Chan can still reach to finger you. His fingers easily penetrate you again as you start to palm at him through his dress pants. His cock is already hard and straining to be freed from the fabric.

You fiddle with the buttons and zipper until they come undone and you’re able to reach inside his pants and boxers to grab at his dick. You pull out the hard member and swallow at the sight of how thick it is. It’s average in length but the sheer girth of his dick makes your head spin, your hand barely able to fit around it.

As your hands paw at Chan’s pants he lifts his hips so you’re able to pull the garments down his legs and onto the floor. You do your best to fist him in your hand, pumping a few times. Chan breath stutters as you do and a bit of precum starts to leak out of his cock. You lean down to lick it up, running your tongue against the slit of his cock. Chan’s fingers piston into you harder as you continue to lick at Chan’s tip. You pucker your lips and suck the whole head into your mouth, your tongue swirling it around as you do.

“Shit princess, you’re making me feel so good.”

You respond by mumbling around his cock which does nothing but pleasure Chan even more, the vibration shooting right into his dick. You open your throat as you bob your head up and down, taking his whole length into you as you press your tongue against him. He’s so thick he can barely fit into your small mouth and Chan tries his best not to buck up into you.

Chan has three fingers buried into you now, curling up into your sweet spot. Your hips are grinding against his hand to try and gain friction against your clit because you’re just so close. Right as you feel your orgasm coming on you pull off Chan’s cock to tell him. It’s barely a second later that you’re clenching down in his fingers and cumming. You press kisses against his dick as your hand works to play with his tip. It’s enough stimulation to get Chan to cum as well, if the sight of you cumming on his finger wasn’t enough alone. 

Afterward you both take time to catch your breaths. You’re still turned on though and want more. You force yourself to sit up so you can crawl into Chan’s lap. You pull him into a searing kiss that he reciprocates hungrily.

Your kiss deeps as Chan palms at your ass cheeks. His hands are rough as the grope you, pulling your body into his. Your mouths clash against each other like hungry men who are experiencing their last meal, trying to remember what it tastes like. You grind your bare cunt against Chan’s cock and he involuntarily bucks his hips up against yours. His dick is still hard even though he’s cum once already. You whimper as the way his cock drags against your puffy lips.

Chan reaches around between your thighs and rubs at your entrance. You don’t think you can take anymore teasing and you whine. “Channie please, please fuck me. Want you to fill me up with your hot, thick cock.” You know you probably sound like a porn store right now but you can’t bring yourself to care, too needy for your best friend’s cock.

“I know princess, I know,” Chan coos as you as he kisses at your jaw. “Fuck do you have any rubbers?”

You nod and reach over into your nightstand drawer to pull out a little square packet. Your hands are shaking too much to open it though and Chan swipes it out from between your fingers and opens it before diligently rolling it onto himself. After he’s fully protected, one of his hands holds your hips steady as he lines himself up to your opening. Still guiding your hips, he helps you slowly sink down onto his cock. The stretch is tight, tighter than anything else that’s ever been inside of you, and your legs are already shaking by the time he’s all the way into you down to his hilt.

Chan’s breath is raggedy as he stares at the area between your thighs. Your pussy has a vice grip on his cock and he can see the way he disappears into you completely, your chubby pussy lips wrapped around him.

“Do you feel good baby? Anything hurt?”

“N-no. N-need Ch-Channie t’move,” you slur out, already a bit drunk on his cock. Chan’s mind isn’t too far off as his brain is flooded with only thoughts of your pretty pussy.

Chan wraps his arms around your waist and starts to move his hips up and down, his cock sliding in and out of you. He helps your body start to bounce on his cock to meet his thrusts. Your hands bury into Chan’s hair again and you grip hard. Chan doesn’t reprimand you though, enjoying the way your fingernails dig into his scalp.

Chan’s mouth is the perfect level to press kisses into your collar bones. His tongue runs along your neck and chest, nipping here and there as it does. In this moment Chan already knows that he will never get tired of the high pitches keens you keep letting out.

Too soon Chan feels his balls tightening but he won’t allow himself to cum until you do. He drags a hand up and down your side a couple of times before he brings it down to touch your clit. You gasp as he does and it only takes a couple of jerks of his fingers before your pussy is clenching him tight. You yank his hair, pulling his head back, as you moan loudly. Chan pulls your face down into his so he can kiss you as you let yourself climax. Your pussy is pulsating against his cock as you do and Chan is bucking up into you at a brutal pace, chasing his own release. His cum spurts into the condom as your lips mash together and low moans escape your throats.

After you finally come down from your high, Chan's hips come to a stop inside of you and you slump against him, resting your head against his shoulder. You mouth at his neck a bit and his fingers run up and down your back, both of you two too blissfully fucked out to do anything else.

Eventually Chan is lifting you up to gently pull out of you so he can take off the condom and tie it off. You laze sleepily on the bed, watching Chan clean himself off before he moves to clean you up as well. He presses soft, loving kisses against your skin as he does before he’s fully crawling back into bed with you, scooping you up in his arms.

“Does this mean you're my boyfriend now?” You ask in a small voice.

“Yep, and you’re never getting rid of me,” Chan mutters into your hair, where his face is buried.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment forever,” you say out loud, just talking to the air. “Heh, all it took was a measly little zipper huh?”

“Oh god the zipper,” Chan groans. “You were killing me all night in that dress princess. Was so ready to just rip it off you and take you right there.”

“Fuck Chan. I can’t believe you’re really mine now.”

“All yours baby, and I’ll zip, and unzip, any dress you want me to.” You can feel him grinning and you find a small small work it’s way onto your face as well. You know that the next time you ask him to zip up your dress, you won’t be making it to the event. 

bad enough || lc x f!reader

summary: lee chan isn't the type of guy you usually go for... but you don't know that (based on the song bad enough for you by all time low)

warnings: swearing, angst, smut 18+ (oral f. receiving, kitchen sex, protected sex, degradation, slight dacryphilia)

word count: 3.7k

a/n: for my lovely gf ( @sluttymingyu's ) birthday <3

masterlist + ko-fi

Chan hasn’t texted you in two days, at the advice of his roommate, but he’s starting to think Soonyoung is full of shit. The thing is, you run in Soonyoung’s circle. He knows you way better than Chan does, and according to him this is the way to your heart. If Chan had it his way, he’d be texting you every thought that crosses his mind, answering you immediately instead of leaving you on read for hours... but since he doesn’t, he’s forced to sit around waiting for you to be the one to initiate. 

“She likes guys that treat her like shit,” Soonyoung had explained when Chan first expressed interest in you. 

“What? I don’t know if that’s tr-”

“No, trust me,” he insisted. “Every guy she’s brought around has been a fucking asshole. We hate all of her exes, and I mean all of them. We have a separate group chat just to talk shit about them.”

“They can’t be that bad,” Chan tried.

“The last one stood her up in the pouring rain and she still gave him another chance. I know you like her, Chan, but you’re too much of a nice guy. She’d never go for you.”

It’s supposed to be a compliment but it still hurt to hear that he basically had no chance with you. Especially since he’d had a crush on you for the longest time. 

“I can be a jerk.”

Soonyoung raised an eyebrow. “Are you for real?”

Chan nodded, resolute. “If that’s the kind of guy she likes, that’s the kind of guy I’ll be.”

“Is it really worth all that effort to act like someone you’re not just for some pussy?”

“It’s not just for- I actually like her, Soonyoung. I’m not just trying to get into her pants.”

“And that’s exactly why you’ll never be able to pull this ‘bad boy’ thing off.”

Chan shook his head. “You’re wrong. You’ll see.”

That conversation had brought Chan here, checking his phone every few minutes to see if you had messaged him. It was pathetic and he knew it but he wasn’t sure what else he could do. After bickering back and forth with his roommate, he had to turn around and practically beg him to help coach him on how to win you over. 

So far, Soonyoung’s intel and advice has worked, much to Chan’s surprise. You’ve hung out twice now. It hasn’t escalated to anything more than a kiss goodbye but that’s mostly because Chan’s a coward. You’ve made it clear you want him but he’s been too afraid to act on it. You’ve sexted exactly once when you were a little tipsy and wanted him to come over, but Chan was out that night and Soonyoung forbade him from leaving so that he wouldn’t come across as ‘desperate’. He was forced to tell you all of the things he wanted to do to you while trying not to get hard out in public to help you get off. He was happy to do it, of course, he just wished he could’ve been there with you like you wanted, or at the very least at home in bed so he could jerk off with you. Instead, he blueballed himself all night until he got home and could finally scroll back through your messages and cum all over his hand in the privacy of his own room. 

As much as Chan does want to sleep with you, he also wants to do all of the other things couples do together with you. He wants to take you out on dates, show you his favorite movies, meet your friends, and maybe also bury his head between your thighs and eat you out for hours. Mostly he just misses you. 

Just when he’s about to cave and text you first his phone lights up with a notification from you. It’s a text inviting him over, just what he’s been waiting for. He replies instantly, already knowing Soonyoung would be shaking his head in disappointment if he knew just how whipped Chan was acting. It’s only one deviation, though. One little slip up won’t tip you off that this whole thing’s all an act, right?

It’s too late to worry about that now because he’s already told you he’s coming over. Chan throws on a clean pair of sweats and a black t-shirt, dabbing a little cologne behind his ears for good measure. 

Soonyoung stops him on his way out of the apartment with a suspicious expression. 

“Where are you going at this hour?” he asks.

Mingyu’s over tonight too, just Chan’s luck. From the looks of it, he and Soonyoung are already a couple of beers in, likely debating about something stupid. Both men stare at Chan expectantly and he knows he won’t be able to lie to them so he comes clean. 

Mingyu whistles while Soonyoung just smirks. 

“You’re not taking an overnight bag just in case?” his roommate presses. 

“Uh, all she said was that she wants to hang out. I don’t know if it’s that kind of night.”

“Knowing her, it is,” Mingyu mused. 

It bothers Chan that Mingyu seems to know that about you but it’s really none of his business what kinds of things you talk about with your friends so all he can do is chuckle awkwardly and bid the two good night. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Soonyoung calls after him. “And remember to be a dick!”

Your apartment isn’t that far from Chan and Soonyoung’s but it still takes Chan twenty minutes to get there with how slow he’s driving. 

Don’t be too eager, don’t be too eager, he repeats to himself as he slows to a stop at each yellow light instead of blowing through them like he normally would. He doesn’t want to make it seem like he was waiting around for your call (which he was) and dropped everything to go see you (which he did) because he knows that will turn you off and that’s the opposite of what he’s trying to achieve. He needs to make it seem like he’s only coming over because he had nothing else going on even though that’s not the case. 

You open your door on the third knock and immediately usher Chan in, beaming at him, which nearly makes him melt right there on the spot. He kicks off his shoes and leaves them by the rug before following you into the kitchen.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” you exclaim in a hushed whisper. “Sorry it was short-notice, but I’ve just missed hanging out with you.”

Chan tries not to show how happy that makes him and simply shrugs. “Glad to be here.”

“I’ve been thinking about the other night,” you continue before trailing off. 

“The other night?” he asks. 

“Yeah, when we... you know.”

Oh. That other night. The night that you sexted. The night that Chan came more than once to the thought of you getting off to his messages. 

He tries to play it cool, leaning back against your counter and crossing his arms. “Oh yeah? What had you thinking about that?” 

“I was sad that you were tied up and couldn’t come over,” you hum. “I thought maybe you could make it up to me tonight.”

Chan chuckles. “So that’s what this is all about? Just feeling needy?”

He takes a step forward and you take one back in turn. “I-I no, that’s-”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m happy to help.”

He closes the gap between you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close so that he can kiss you. Your lips are just as soft and warm as he remembers and you moan as soon as his tongue swipes across the seam of your mouth. 

There’s not much talking as Chan leads you backwards, helping you jump onto the island once your back meets the cold marble. His hands travel down to the waistband of your pants and he’s tugging at the elastic as a means to ask permission to take them off mere moments later. 

“Wait,” you stop him with a hand to his chest. Panic washes over Chan like he’s just been doused with ice water. Had he done something wrong? Was he moving too fast? You’re quick to assure him that everything’s alright with a squeeze of your hand but you go on to explain, “not here. My roommates are just down the hall asleep. We might wake them up.”

He cocks his head to the side, taking your words as a challenge. “You can’t be quiet?”

Your thighs tighten around Chan’s hips as you whimper and it takes everything in him not to grind forward into you. He maintains his composure, although just barely, and begins to kiss your neck. 

“I can be,” you assure him. 

“Are you sure?” You nod. “Make a sound and I’ll stop, okay?”

You pout but agree to his terms. “Okay.”

And then he’s kneeling on your kitchen floor, helping you out of your pajama pants. He places a hand on each of your thighs and spreads them apart, cursing when he sees the little wet patch on the front of your panties. He presses his finger to it, letting your arousal seep through the material even more. 

You flinch when he touches you.

“Sensitive already?” Chan asks with a smirk. 

You don’t answer. Instead, you push your hips into his hand, silently asking for more. He’s happy to give it to you, rubbing his thumb where he approximates your clit to be. He knows he’s found it when you gasp quietly above him. 

He touches you like that for a while, teasing you until you’re trembling. He doesn’t move on until he’s satisfied with how wet you are which doesn’t take long. You’ve been turned on since you first texted Chan to come over so he barely has to do anything to work you up. 

“Please, Chan,” you whine. 

“Please what?”

You groan in frustration. “Need more. Anything, please.”

“Anything, huh?” he repeats.

You nod, giving him the green light to continue. Rather than taking your panties off, he simply pushes them to the side and leans in close enough to dip his tongue in between your folds.

One of your hands flies to Chan’s hair, the other to your mouth as you bite down on your knuckles to muffle a moan. 

Chan begins to leisurely make out with your cunt, taking his time to savor the way you taste. You’re even sweeter than he anticipated, something he didn’t think possible, and the way you’re reacting to his actions is driving him absolutely crazy. He’s been hard from the second you suggested you wanted to fuck him and having his head buried between your thighs isn’t doing anything to help. He’s half-worried that he’ll cum way too early and embarrass himself, but he can’t focus on that now. Not when you’re grinding your pussy into his face like your life depends on it. 

The closer you get, the tighter your thighs squeeze around Chan’s head. He works his tongue inside of you, nose nudging your clit as he hums against you. 

“C-can I cum?” you ask suddenly, jolting Chan out of his thoughts. 

His eyes widen when they meet yours. You’re asking his permission to cum? He wasn’t expecting that. How did you want him to respond? Was he supposed to be mean? Did you want to be edged? 

Apparently he doesn’t make a decision quickly enough because you’re asking again with even more urgency before he gets the chance to answer. “Fuck, please? I can’t hold it-”

“Go ahead,” Chan mumbles into your cunt, hoping you can understand him.

You must, because you cum immediately after he says it, pushing his head even further into you as you ride it out. Chan happily laps up all of your arousal and then finally pulls away. He could eat you out all night but he has a feeling there’s something more you want from him. 

“How was th-”

You’re kissing him before he can finish his question, having pulled him in by the waistband of his sweats. Chan isn’t complaining in the slightest but he certainly hadn’t been expecting it. It’s a little clumsy at first until he finds his rhythm again, tongue slipping into your mouth so that you can taste yourself.

He’s a little relieved when you push him away to catch your breath because he’s so fucking hard it’s bordering on painful and he could definitely use a break as well. 

“Do you want to keep going?” you ask. There’s a look in your eye he can’t place. 

“Only if you do,” he answers.

“I thought it was obvious.” 

“I didn’t want to assume.”

“Hm, that’s nice,” you say thoughtfully. 

Fuck. That’s the opposite of what Chan wants you to think about him. You don’t seem put off by this, though, and he’s relieved by that. 

You jump down from off the counter and attempt to trade places with him. 

“Let me return the favor,” you offer, kneeling in front of him. 

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Chan assures you. 

“Are you sure?”’

“Positive.”

You’re quiet as he helps you back onto the counter. He wants to ask you what’s on your mind but you beat him to it. “I didn’t take you for that sort of guy.”

“What sort of guy?”

You shrug noncommittally. “I don’t know. Guys like you, they don’t usually take the time to go down on a girl before having sex with her. And they definitely don’t turn down a blowjob.”

Damn, you were right. Even subconsciously Chan was acting too nice. In his mind, he was doing the bare fucking minimum but apparently even that was too much. 

“Hooking up with someone isn’t fun if they’re not into it,” he points out. “Men who skip foreplay are only screwing themselves over. And as good as I’m sure your mouth feels, I came over with something else in mind.”

It’s the cheesiest goddamn line he’s ever used on a woman but he hopes you buy the fuckboy act anyway. He’s almost positive that you can see right through him, see that the only reason he turned down a blowjob was because he was scared he’d cum too soon and ruin the moment. He’s smirking but it probably doesn’t reach his eyes, and oh god he’s such an idiot-

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Chan almost breathes a sigh of relief but catches himself just before he does. Instead he smiles wider, and brings one of his hands down to squeeze your ass. “Why don’t you let me show you?”

-

Chan finds a condom exactly where you told him he’d find one, in the drawer by the wine bottles. You share the stash with your roommates, you tell him, so there’s plenty of variety for him to choose from. He tears the foil package open with his teeth and rolls the condom on without much fuss before returning to where you’re perched on the counter waiting for him.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asks you.

“Only if I can take yours off too.”

“I think that sounds like a fair deal.”

You go first, fingers ghosting along the sides of Chan’s body before catching on the hem of his t-shirt. You pull it upwards over his head and place it behind you on the island. Chan does the same to you, taking an extra moment to run his hands along the smooth skin of your breasts. 

“Can’t believe you’ve got me completely naked in my kitchen,” you murmur, leaning in for a kiss. “So dirty. You want me to be caught by my roommates or what?”

“You won’t get caught if you’re quiet,” he reminds you. 

“In theory,” you muse, “they might just wake up for no reason, come out here for some water or something, you know.”

“Well, I’m banking on that not happening,” Chan says as he runs the head of his cock through your folds. You’re still so wet that his dick is easily lubricated but he spits in his hand and pumps it a few times for extra measure. 

You’re teasing him now. “I don’t know, kind of seems like you want to be caught.”

In truth, Chan doesn’t want anyone to see you naked but him. But he can’t let you know that. Having sex in a place you aren’t supposed to is exciting, as is the risk, but that’s as far as the appeal goes for him. 

“If I suddenly develop an exhibition kink, you’ll be the first to know,” he grunts. “Would it make you more comfortable to move to your bedroom?”

“No, here’s fine. I was just giving you a hard time. I’ll fuck you wherever.”

Your words go straight to Chan’s dick and all he can do to keep from saying something he’ll regret is push himself inside of you so that he’s thoroughly distracted. 

“Fuck, you’re big,” you gasp. 

It does wonders for his ego. His knee-jerk reaction is to say something nice back to you but that’s not what an asshole would do so he doesn’t. 

“Thanks,” is what he decides to go with. Stupid. 

You feel perfect, so tight and warm, and Chan wishes he could tell you that. He’s not sure if that’s what you like to hear during sex, though, so he keeps his mouth shut. What do the guys you usually like say? He wishes he knew. He just wants you to enjoy yourself. 

If Soonyoung knew how in his head Chan was at the mere taste of your pussy he’d be so disappointed. All of his advice gone to waste. God, he shouldn’t be thinking about his roommate while he’s balls deep inside of you. It isn’t helping at all. 

“You can move,” you whisper. It’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it but the desperate little whimpers that follow grab his attention instantly. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please move,” you repeat.

“Okay. Remember, you make a sound and I stop. Got it?”

“Yes, yes, I know. Please just... fuck me already! Been wanting it all night.”

Chan tsks and lifts your chin with a finger. “So fucking needy, I knew it.”

He doesn’t make you wait any longer, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting forward again. It’s slow but it feels so fucking good. Chan doesn’t know how he’s going to last. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close and he buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, nipping at the juncture of your neck softly. 

“God, Chan,” you moan lowly. 

“Baby,” he warns. 

He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop if you do start to get loud so all he can do is scold you and pretend like he’ll make good on his word and hope that does the trick. God forbid you call his bluff. 

“I know, it’s just... you feel so good. It’s so deep.”

“Shit,” he hisses, hips stuttering forward on their own accord. 

“You can go faster,” you say in his ear. 

So he does. He didn’t account for how loud the sex itself would be. The sound of skin on skin, made worse by just how wet you are... the noise echoes off the cabinets but Chan can’t find it within himself to care. He hopes your roommates are heavy sleepers. 

You sniffle suddenly and Chan’s about to reprimand you for being noisy but then he sees the tears.

“Crying already?” he asks, voice dripping with faux sympathy. 

He doesn’t know where the confidence came from. If any other partner started crying in the middle of sex he’d immediately panic, stop, and ask what’s wrong. But it’s you. 

“C-can’t help it,” you choke out. “Just so good.”

“Yeah? You get a lil cockdrunk and all you can do is cry? So fucked out already?”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod pathetically. “‘M cl-close, Chan.”

It’s simultaneously a relief and a surprise to hear this. It’s a relief because Chan’s on the edge himself and it’s taking everything not to cum right this instant. It’s a surprise because he hasn’t even been fucking you for that long and you’re already on the brink of an orgasm. Chan knows he isn’t bad in bed, but he also never considered himself to be excellent or anything of the sort. You must like him a lot. 

The realization makes Chan’s heart do a somersault in his chest and he has to bite back a smile as he continues slamming into you.

“Gonna cum?” he coos. You nod again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Panic washes over your features as your body begins to tense with anticipation. “Can I? Please can I cum?”

“Do you think you deserve it?” he whispers. 

“Mhm, I’ve been good! I’ve been so good- please, baby...”

Your begging is what does it for him. Chan groans out a raspy “cum with me, angel,” as he tips over the edge himself, hands gripping your thighs so hard that he’s sure he’ll leave marks behind. 

You’re still weakly fucking yourself through your orgasm when Chan comes down from his. His cock is already feeling sensitive but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t help you ride out your high. He might be playing the part of an asshole but he can’t bring himself to be that mean, especially when you look so pretty when you cum. 

He doesn’t help you get dressed even though he wants to and he doesn’t offer to help you shower off either. He just... picks up his things and leaves, feeling like absolute shit when he does. 

You stop him right as he reaches the door, looking shy for the first time all night. 

“I had a good time,” you say quietly. 

Chan isn’t about to lie to you so he agrees. “Yeah, me too.”

“We should... do it again sometime.”

He pretends to think about it, arguing internally with himself. Shouldn’t he just be honest? Come clean? He hated playing your game. But Soonyoung had been very insistent that he do exactly that. His roommate’s words ring through his head as he stands there in the doorway. 

“Every decent guy that’s ever shown interest in her has been shot down. They usually don’t even score a date with her. It’s not like you have to be a bad person, at least not entirely. You just have to be bad enough. She won’t give you the time of day otherwise.”

Chan sighs, sticking his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Sure, yeah. Maybe. I’ll probably be around.”

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Act of Service

Pairing: coworker!chan x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.1k

tags: cocky Chan, rival!chan, food service au, car sex, praise kink, unprotected sex, neck kisses, biting, degrading, harsh language

author note: hi lol. bc of Xans request, its here. it took a week but it’s here. maybe it’s bc i’ve been planning my wedding, or I’m excited about the concert, there’s just a lot going on in my life I’m a little overwhelmed so please be patient guys. thank you.

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Holiday Blind Hate Pt.1

Pairing: fem!reader X domestic!dino

Genre: fluff, slight angst, slice of life

Word count: 7.5k

BEWARE OF: blind dates, asshole!chan, sweetheart!seungcheol, awkward!reader, spicy moments, almost smut, horny!reader, lonely!reader, tease!chan, horny!chan, enemies to ???, slice of life, swearing, reader is a fucking simp for seungcheol but who isn’t really?, mentions of sex, not so holiday-esque but it’ll get there i almost forgot i wrote this for the holidays

Summary: All you wanted was your own hallmark romance this Christmas, but it looks like you signed up for more than you asked for when you decided to go on a blind date offered by the one guy you wanted to be on the date with.

author note: I had attempted to making the whole story in one go but there was no way of that happening with adulting so, i bring you the first part of our Christmas special. It don’t feel real that we’re in December. I am ready for the Christmas GOSEs. i thought of this while watching a recent Christmas movie that came out on Netflix and thought fuck yeah i’ll write a Christmas love story. let’s be honest these things are a lot of energy. Thank you for being patient guys.

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Retracing Steps (M)

Pairing: fem!reader X collegeboy!dino

Genre: fluff, smut

Word count: 4.4k

BEWARE OF: fluff turned to smut, heavy eye contact, oral (giving and recieving), choking, hair pulling, consent, light dirty talk, spanking, soft!chan, dom!chan, tease!chan, unprotected sex, mention of toys, strangers to sex, light glasses fetish, sex with hardly plot, and maybe just a lot chan being a cute shithead.

Summary: You would think you'd remember hooking up with someone you've been cumming into your pillow since like freshman year.

author note: listen, I'm tired of my boy not getting enough fics every time I look. he so fucking underrated and I am desperate for a fic that expressed his duality and i finally did it! I finished my first fic in like 6 years or smth. I forget what my old user was but I'm back, and hopefully better than ever. I enjoyed writing so much, i intentionally dreamt of the scene over and over in my head to make sure it made sense. if anyone is reading this let me know if you guys want an alt ending that plays a bit more on a fetish I'd imagine chan would have lol.

You were woken up by the subtle appearance of the sun that peeked through the gap of the window curtains. Your upper body rose from the sheets, exposing your cool bare skin. You reached over for a clean shirt from the ground and your glasses from the bedside table. Once your vision shaped the once blurry images around you, your eyes became fixated on the sleeping attractive boy beside you.

He let out soft breaths, having a blissful slumber. You laid your body beside him, smiling at his peaceful presence. You recognized him from your English lectures back in your freshman year, and then again from your business ethics class for this semester. You didn’t really know him, but in your eyes he seemed like a good kid.

You couldn’t help but soften as he gripped the blanket with his whole body in response to the draft he felt on his bare shoulders. You grabbed the edge of his blanket and used them to cover every inch of him, ensuring his warmth. He hummed in content, making you almost let out a giggle at the sight. He was probably the cutest human being you ever had the chance of encountering.

Getting up from the bed, you left the room and scanned the items of his kitchen to salvage him a proper breakfast since it was only right after the time you had last night, but this guy hardly had any real food. Maybe a singular egg in a carton and a few bags of chips in his cupboard, otherwise his kitchen was empty. Giving up, you decided to wash up, bothered by the built up grease from the night before.

Unlike the kitchen, the bathroom was stocked with all kinds of toiletries and skincare products. It was no wonder he smelled so good even after a good night’s rest, he knew to spoil himself. You washed your face of last night's events until you got thorough results.

The boy was still sleeping when you came back to the room. Turning on his side, however, the sun immediately blindsided him. He let out a soft groan and rose from his slumber. Mindlessly scanning his room, he averted his attention to you and quickly realized he wasn’t alone in his own home.

He got stunned by the appearance of the person he’s been infatuated with since that school trip to the countryside. You looked brilliantly beautiful in the colors of the sunset and he admired how kind you were to the locals that offered homemade food, while the other kids went off to find the closest burger joint. Your usual cold demeanor was typical to everyone else around you, but he was obsessed with the way your glasses would slid down the bridge of your nose as you meticulously studied.

Now you were here in his place of residence, standing in front of him with only his t-shirt and those pairs of glasses that frame your face so well. He couldn’t tell whether he was still dreaming, but it sure felt like one.

“You’re awake.”

You approached him with a soft smile with a slight sway in your step and he instinctively brought the blanket over his body. The sun hitting you perfectly like the sunset back then on that trip and as you got close, he began to mentally trace every detail of your face, burning the memory deep in the circuits of his brain. How was he registering these exact details, he wondered. This all felt too real to be a dream, but it had to be one didn't it? There was no way you were actually here right now.

Your body dips in the empty space beside him and you could help but find how cute he was in the position he was right now. The random stray hairs, the obvious sleep in his eyes, and just how sheepish he was when he avoided realizing the lack of clothes on you. He was beyond adorable. “How did you sleep?”

“I-It was fine.” He stuttered, gulping at his oversized t-shirt hanging loosely from your body that in turn exposed the skin of your collarbone.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I made myself comfortable finding some food. Not any more comfortable than I made myself last night though.” You chuckled.

How could a laugh be so sexy, he thought to himself. He took a deep breath, attempting to tame the race happening in his chest.“...Did something happen last night?”

“A lot happened last night.” You said pointedly.

You watched as the realization crept on his face and he let out a low, “Oh.”

Your own realization came to you almost just in time, making you grip the sheets beneath you. You let out an awkward chuckle. “You...don’t remember.”

He lowered his head in shame and firmly shut his eyes, both in embarrassment and the need to think properly without the distraction of the desire to constantly gaze over at your body.

“Wow...I’m...so embarrassed.” You lifted yourself off the bed, suddenly flustered by your predicament and embarrassed by your flirting the moment when he woke up, now thinking you probably made him uncomfortable since opening his eyes.

He finally looked up at the sad tone in your voice and noticed your hurt expression. You stood there quietly, your eyes never leaving the ground and in that moment, he pulled himself together to finally say something with some substance.

“Don’t be embarrassed because I was too drunk and too stupid to remember anything.”

You gave a polite smile, but you felt yourself dying on the inside. “You’re very sweet, but I should leave before I make this situation any more awkward than it already is. By the way, you can forget, well, everything else that happened right now. I’ll get going.”

His eyes nearly fell out of his skull as he stumbled out of bed to reach out for your hand, stopping you in your place, unable to look at him without revealing your flushed cheeks. “How did we actually get the way we did? If you don't mind, I’d like to at least know so I don’t feel like such an asshole.”

“You’re so not an asshole.”

“I sure feel like one, so please for my conscious.” He guided you back on the bed, not letting go of your hand. “What happened last night? Or at least who approached who?”

You bit your lip, sadly smiling at the events of last night that you remembered so fondly. “You did actually. You started talking back at the party last night and from there, you can make some assumptions.”

“And you accepted?” He asked astonished, “why?”

You shrugged. “I’m not usually one for hookup culture, but I don’t know. I guess I trusted you.” You finally meet his eyes that lit up at the sight of yours.

Those eyes of his immediately melted away any insecurity you had in that moment. His presence was like the warmest blanket wrapped around your body in below freezing level weather. His smile emitted the purest joy and the hand that interlocked with yours reminded you of the tenderness you received the night before. He was a walking ecstasy.

“What could I have done to gain your trust?” He sincerely asked,

“Well with you, it didn’t take much convincing, other than...it being with you.”

That last line made him really want to make up for everything that happened. He was afraid of how he looked. He must’ve looked like a tomato in front of you, while being shy made you all the more precious. The rosy hue of your cheeks was enough to make him want to give the lease of the house he’d one day buy, or drown you with puppies with every breed. How could a person be as cute as you were now?

“I just find it hard to believe…” he admits.

“That I'd want to sleep with you?”

“...That you would want anything to do with me at all.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his disbelief. “Chan.”

How his name rolled off your tongue made him breathless. He didn’t even think you would know his name, let alone call him by it so simply, yet somehow made something inside him churn. “You know my name.”

“How could I not?”

You were only thinking about him and fantasizing moments like these for the past 3 years since you’ve been in the same college, giving him these almost obvious unwavering eyes that made you red just thinking about. From his infectious smiles and laughter, to the way his body moved so effortlessly in everything he did. He just didn’t feel real.

“I…” How was he supposed to say this outloud? How did anyone ask for something like this without it sounding as ridiculous as it does in his head?

“Yes, Chan?”

Goddamnit, why’d you have to say his name like that.

“I-I’d...really like to remember more than the details you gave me. Will you help me out with that?”

You breath hitched at the thought of having him top you again. Chan was an enigma. The visions of his sweaty posture handling you with somehow both consideration and spontaneity still puzzled you till now. His sweet voice was hypnotic in the way you would do everything he could ever want with a simple hum. His gaze that night was dark and he held this unwavering, domineering stance that was unlike the boy you see before you, who seems to only speak in short sentences and common phrases in the presence of nerves.

“You would…want that?”

Instead of answering you verbally alone, his body moved itself near you and clasped your cheek in his cupped palm, offering a determined, yet kind gaze. “Very much, yes.”

You blinked your eyes slowly, wondering whether your vision was betraying you, or was Chan actually making you feel like the only other person alive. He made you feel special, vulnerable, and although there wasn’t much you knew about him, he made you feel loved.

Your vision landed on his moist lips, still red and swollen. You started salivating at the memory of how they felt on yours and before you realized yourself, you reunited with Chan in a liplock. The pressure of his lips returning the kiss was just as magical as the first time. His cupped hand crept around the back of your neck and his free arm looped around your body, catching a handful of your flesh in his grip.

You were warm and soft, and this thought alone made him full. Your lips tasted of last night munchies, which in your case was hot cheetos and green apple wine coolers. In retrospect, it would’ve tasted gross on anyone else, but somehow you made him want it to be the last meal he’d have alive. Your body crawled over his, straddling his lap, and your hands resting against the either side of the crook of his neck, not breaking a moment of the kiss.

Chan desperately held you, your body molding to his like a perfect piece to a puzzle. His arms slid underneath the fabric of your clothes, and adored the skin underneath. He drew shapes on your back, feeling for every lovely texture he found. You break away from the kiss to fully appreciate his hands and how they trace every bump and curve you had. If he had been anyone else, they wouldn’t have made you protected as he did.

“Something wrong?” He looks up and meets your eyes. You reach out for his bed matted hair and run your fingers through his tangles, erupting a giggle from him in the process.

“Nothing, I just like the way you touch me. Makes me feel special.”

“I am just giving you the treatment I think you deserve.” He expressed effortlessly. “From where I’m sitting, if I offered you everything I could achieve humanly possible, it still wouldn’t be enough.”

You break out I’m a soft smile. “And why’s that?”

“To put it simple, you could ruin my life and I’d thank you.”

You bit your lip, thinking to yourself what exactly he meant by that. His hands found the hem of the shirt you borrowed and pulled the shirt over head just to toss it in the same spot you found it before. He got to see you in full entirety. It was better than he ever imagined. He pressed his cool cheek to the warmth of your chest and palmed flat against your back, breathing in the aroma of your scent. “I imagined this image probably a million times and I still am not ready to fully divulge in what's happening right now. So, sorry if I’m taking my time.”

You hummed, stroking his hair as his soft breaths calmed the pace of your racing heart for the first time today. “I don’t mind. We can go as fast and slow as you want. I’d love it either way.”

He sighed happily, pressing a chaste kiss on your flushed skin. “The words that come out of your mouth are always so beautiful. Its giving me hard time, please stop making me feel so fucking happy. My heart can’t take it.”

You have a hearty laugh, bouncing in his lap. “You’re so funny, it’s adorable.”

“Please let adorable be synonymous with the word sexy, because I am feeling very self-conscious right now.” You picked up his face in your hands and planted a feverish kiss.

“It’s very, very sexy,” you answered, “everything about you is so incredibly sexy.”

That was all he needed to hear to finally grab your form and push you back down against his mattress. With your hair flung over the sheets, you looked like a deer stuck in headlights, disoriented by his complete 180. Chan knew he could no longer hold himself back as all he found himself wanting to do was give you the pure ecstasy his body was itching to release. He shifted on top of you, arms on either side of you, and his fingertips tracing along the line of your cheek before colliding lips with you like a horny teenager.

You match his pace, pressing your lips harder against his, eager to explore him all over. You reach over for his hips and accidentally palmed over his exposed cock, feeling it’s immediate twitch. His torso bent down towards yours, grinding against the soft of your stomach where you could feel it grow the more he moved. Your hand sandwiched underneath his crotch, you thumbed over the tip, feeling the precum spread along your digits. His hands roamed around your body where they met with your chest. Balling your erect nipple between his thumb and index, fondling the rest in his hands.

Chan broke the kiss and glanced down at the situation of his lower body. He had this smug smile curled up on his face, averting his gaze back to you. “Where would you like it?”

“H-huh?”

His lips met your left ear, allowing him to intimately ask his question more specifically this time. “Would you like my cock balls deep in between your legs or down your throat?”

You were stunned the first few seconds, processing the vulgarity of his few words. With the Chan you slept with last night, he was less words and more action, which was hot itself alone, but hearing him say such obscene vocabulary within breathing distance made your throat dry.

“T-throat first, please.”

He gave a bright grin and pressed a tender kiss on the nape of your neck. “Wasn’t sure if I took you as a giver. Let’s get comfortable then, shall we.”

Chan positions himself upright against his bed frame and your body stomach down between his legs. You lowered your lips over the head of his shaft and held him inside your mouth. You looked up to meet his eyes through your gap of glasses and watched as quiet groans began to leave his lips.

He held a grip on the strands of your hair, pushing you down and capturing more of the area surface of his cock in your mouth. You closed your eyes at the impact, feeling tears blurring your already awful vision. Guiding by your hair, he bobbed your head up and down, devouring him whole. You gained balance by grabbing him by it’s base and stared off into his brown eyes as he glared down at you like you were lost prey.

“You're so pretty with my cock in your mouth. And I love how your glasses just fogs up.”

Your head lifted up from his shaft and smiled. “I forgot to take these off.”

“Don’t. Keep them on. I like how they look at you. It adds to the experience.”

“You have a thing for glasses or something?” You teased, stroking his full length.

“If I didn't before, I definitely do now.” He admitted, guiding your mouth back on his cock, where you followed suit. “Now, keep your mouth on me and I can return the favor if you want.”

You hummed in agreement, not letting your eyes avert from his. He gazed down at you similarly to how he did that night, breathless and yearning to see you bend at his will. It was a sight that differed from his typical boyish manner, but you had to remind yourself he wasn’t just some lost lamb. He was a grown ass man that not only could do adult things, but he has the ability to coerce you to do adult things to him.

Chan was really starting to regret how much he had to drink if he missed something like this the first time. Seeing you explore the taste of his cock, made him want to release all he had down there just so he could see you swallow, but he was gonna refrain, knowing damn well he had more planned for you.

“Can you do something for me?” He asked politely with a glint of mischief in his eyes, his voice a sweet in contrast to his deliciously devilish expression.

He let go of your hair and pulled out the throbbing cock from your mouth, still stroking it with your hand. “Yes, Chan?”

He could get used to hearing the same kindness returned in your tone of voice. He let out a low satisfied humming, as he ran his fingers through your hair. “I’d really like it if you laid on your stomach with your ass facing me, please.”

“Gladly.” you submitted to his request, formed yourself in the shape he desired.

Chan was in disbelief at how the sight was beyond his wet dream he’s had since the age of 13. His hands planted in either cheek, squeezing them until he can see the white indents he makes after he releases their grip. “This position doesn’t seem too unfamiliar to you, seeing that you got into it so quickly.”

“I've done maybe once or twice.” You answered nonchalantly.

“Sounds like you had a bit of fun with other guys then.” He struck a palm to your right cheek, causing you to wince and roll your eyes back in excitement.

“N-no,” you moaned, “my last partners weren’t that creative. It was by myself mostly.”

“By yourself, hm? Why don’t you go ahead and describe that to me while I have a taste.” Utilizing his thumbs, he spread your wet folds apart. Swiping his fingers along your juice and he stuck them in mouth for a sample.

He kept the fold spread and inched his lips closer to your entrance, catching the drop of fallen juices. You gasped at the sensation, eyes fluttering rapidly as the spell Chan was casting with tongue fell in effect on your spots most sensitive. He halts his actions when he notices all the words in your mouth are all incomprehensive and landed another strike to your cheek, ensuing another Yelp out of your system, to have him quickly soothe it in circles with the same hand. “I’m not hearing you describe it to me. I’m going to stop if I don’t hear you talk and you don’t want me to do that, do you?”

You whimpered at his dominating, yet smooth voice. “N-no, Chan.”

“Good.”

You grasped the bedsheets underneath you as Chan inhaled you, his jaw gripping your entrance and his tongue invading inside. You nearly choked on your drool when you tried to form words. “I have a t-toy, that s-sticks, on the m-m-mirror, in m-my, r-room.”

He rewarded your cooperation by inserting a digit inside, humming at you to continue.

“This is my f-favorite, p-position.”

“Oh, is it?” He removed himself from your entrance, your juices dribbling down his chin and continued to pleasure you by sinking his fingers in and out at a slow pace. “How dirty. You’re not, perhaps, thinking about someone are you, while you’re fucking yourself against a dirty mirror?”

His mouth engorged your taste and sinful desire to get you off. You could hardly keep your eyes open. Your abdomen tensed up as your hands fingers dug into the cushion of his sheets. His fingers held a firm grip on your thighs, spanking both cheeks repeatedly in a staccato rhythm, anticipating your answer.

“Only you!” You bursted. “I f-fuck myself against my mirror, t-thinking of y-you, C-Chan. I imagine you, p-pounding me from, b-behind. W-waiting, for y-your, c-cum, to s-spill, inside of, m-me. ”

Side smiling at your answer, he dug fingers one last time deep, inside before drawing them out. He tugged on your forearm, urging you to look at him. Meeting his eyes, he brings the fingers to your eye level. “Open wide.”

You tilted your head towards his damp digit, dulled on him. Chan lands them on the center of your tongue before you completely enveloped your mouth, ensuring you suck them dry. Chan retreats from between lips, mesmerized by your thorough job.

“I guess I should make your wish come true then, granted you’ve done everything I asked. I just have one thing to know. May I?”

“Please do.”

His hand tenderly stroked your already messy bed head, twirling a strand in his fingers. “How do you feel about your hair being pulled?”

You grinned. “If I didn’t mind it last night, I definitely don’t mind it now.”

“Good answer.”

He lined his throbbing cock between your fold, teasing you. You groaned at the damp sensation and curled your toes in anticipation, tempted to push your behind against him and have it slip inside. “Chan please, stop teasing.”

“But you’re so cute begging for my cock.” He said feigning innocence.

You whined, attempting to put it in yourself, but are restrained by Chan’s commanding hand. “Please give it to me. You said you would.”

“I did, didn't I?” He proceeded to dip the tip in ever so slightly only to take it out. “How do I know you really want it?”

“I do.” You emphasized.

“Let me hear you say it. Say how much you want my cock in you.”

“Chan please, I want it so bad.”

“I want more than that.”

You swallowed your pride, mentally preparing yourself for what you’re about to confess. “Let my pussy swallow cock whole, I want to make you feel just like how you make me.”

Like magic, Chan’s slid inside you with ease, erupting a low moan from your lips. He placed his hand flat on his tongue and swiped a coat of saliva across his palm. He placed over your entrances, harshly stimulating your clit. “I knew you would know what to say. You always had a way with your words.”

He slammed deep and hard inside you repeatedly, jerking your body as the sounds of skin slapping echoed in your ears. His dancer hips had the stamina to ram you over and over until you could see stars. His free wrapped around your full head pulled them backward towards him. Your mouth open agape, saying Chan’s name like a mantra, loving every second of him fucking you raw.

Chan was no different, feeling immense pleasure as you got tighter the faster he thrusted. His wet hand went to grab the base of your neck, cutting partial flow of your oxygen. His other hand still attached to your hair jerked your hair towards him, allowing him to land his lips on yours, furiously violating your mouth. He did not once lose his pace. He used you as he pleased to do all that's to come.

“C-Chan, I’m gonna, c-cum.” You murmured against his lips.

He nibbled your bottom lip, letting go with an evident lazy smile on his face. “I would love for you to cum on my cock, all you have to do is say when. I won’t be long after.”

His pace increases and his hands pressing deep against the sides of your neck. His kiss is hungry, loving the sensation of your tongue, moments before you say the word, “When!”

You release over him, and Chan is moving in the fastest tempo yet. Your cum moves in and out from you, spilling on his sheets. Chan soon met his own climax and released the hot load of cum inside you. Your bodies stopped all motion. His lips never left yours and he mild mannered placed you comfortably on the clean side of his bed. He parted from the kiss, emitting a sweet smile. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

You absentmindedly nodded and Chan made his way to the bathroom. Coming back with a damp towel, he tends towards the mess you both made.

Your chest heaved up and down, barely able to open your eyes. “Chan.”

“I’m here, beautiful.” Finishing up, laid in the space next to you, interlocking with your fingers.

“I should’ve asked you this before, but if you’re not on the pill, I am more than willing to pay for the Plan B. It was worth it.” He exclaimed gleefully.

You curled over to him, panting like a dog on a hot day. “Come over here and kiss me, I have no energy for this.”

He let out playful laughter and did as you asked, leaving loving kisses on your bitten lips. “That was better than I ever imagined.”

You sighed. “This was way better than last night, and last night was pretty damn amazing.”

“Well, that makes me feel a lot better,” he smiled.

You glazed over him, cupping his cheek. He looks over at you with puppy eyes. “To be honest, I was hoping we’d go get breakfast, but I like this better than breakfast.”

His arm reached over to pull your body towards him as the other hand traced your lips. “I’d have you over breakfast everyday.”

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