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LIVING WITH SINGLE FATHER CHAN ð–¹ ë°©ì°¬ ( text reaction ) !
genre crack , suggestive 𖹠warning pairing — roommate!chan x fem reader | back to library .
— best friends to lover text messages with single dad chan
request. i know you did like baby daddy chan already, but like what about single dad chan and best friend (to lovers 👀) reader
Love Love LOVE
Wet Kisses - Bang Chan
Genre: Fluff, a bit suggestive
Warnings: None
Request: No
Character: Chan
"We weren't fast enough," says Chan, stating the obvious as he stares up at the heavy grey clouds, the sky turning a deeper shade of blue underneath it, signifying the day coming to a close. A single raindrop lands on his nose and he jumps, shaking his head.
The sky suddenly seems to release its hold on the rain and a speedy downpour of thick rain sheets soaks us in seconds, leaving the two of us gasping at the surprising rush of water. Chan let's out a chuckle, raking a fair hand through his sopping wet fringe, pushing it to the back as more rain trickles down his neck and into the collar of his now transparent clothes. What once was a loose, crisp shirt is now a layer of clear film hugging the bulging curves of his body, outlining his abdominals and bicep muscles. A subtle glow from the street lamps cast a golden sheen on his skin, and his pink tongue runs lightly over the bottom of his plump, shining lip. I gulp, clutching at my dress that is now sticking to my body like a second skin, getting tighter with every passing moment of the rain pounding down upon us.
Chan steps forward and with the grab of my hand, I'm suddenly encased in his arms, his hands splayed across the small of my back, every inch of his skin sending shocks of heatwaves through my wet skin. I run my fingers over his lean muscle, letting my arms dangle around his neck as he suddenly clamps his lips down on mine, the delicious warmth erupting in the pit of my stomach as he tugs and pulls at my lip, his tongue darting around, as if with excitement. Pulling him closer, I let my hands delve into his slicked back hair, tangling my fingers around the wet strands, kissing him fiercely back, the rain seemingly becoming even heavier. We pull away, chests rising and falling as we gasp for air, Chan's forehead connecting with mine as a wicked smile spreads across his face.
My cheeks mirror his scarlet ones, as my shining eyes search his, sparkling with a thousand galaxies, the pupils of his eyes blown wide with compassion. I sneak another kiss from him and he chuckles against my lips, hugging me hard agaisnt his lean body, the rhythm of his kisses creating the perfect explosion as our bodies move together, his steps pushing me up against a wall.
He buries his head in the crook of my neck and I shiver as the cold water drops onto my skin, running into my dress as I stroke my hands through the softer hair at the nape of his neck, his breath comforting against me. I suddenly catch sight of Woojin staring at us with a faint smile on his lips as he watches afar from the window of our house, his large hand covering a grimacing Jeongin's eyes. Giggling, I point it out to Chan.
"Look at them, watching the show," I say, and Chan turns around to see Jisung pushing Jeongin out of the way to give Chan an enthusiastic thumbs up. Chan groans, the thick veins on the side of his neck more visible as his skin takes on a darker red hue, his smirking face morphing into an embarrassed, shy, dimpled smile.
"They ruined the moment," he whines, leaning his head against my chest. I laugh, patting his shoulders.
"I think they're just extremely interested in their friend's love life," I reply, watching as Woojin signals at us to come inside or we'll catch a cold. I nod, holding up a finger, telling him we'll be a minute. He nods back, before pulling Jisung and Jeongin away from the window with him.
"Well I wish they weren't," Chan grumbles good naturedly.
"Come on. Let's continue inside," I say with a wink, pulling him along to the house. His hand snakes around my waist, thumb creating little circles around on my hip as we step onto the cobbled path, no longer feeling the weight of the rain as it mercilessly pummels the sodden ground.