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okiedokrie · 6 months ago

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Dress

Summary: Watching your best friend get hot was a struggle, him not fucking you was harder.

Characters/Pairing: Best Friend!Lee Chan (Dino) x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut, porn without plot there is some if you squint

AU/Trope Info: Best Friends to Fucking, College AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Jealousy, some threats of body harm to self and to others mentioned, smut warnings under the cut

A/N: tagging @bitchlessdino and @the-boy-meets-evil as the main enablers of chan porn, thank you to @wonuvs for beta-reading!

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, marking, overstimulation, lmk if I missed anything!

Silence. Patience, pining, and anticipation. You think you might be going insane with how hard you're holding back from exploding in his face. You watch your best friend, Chan, talk to a girl, who in your opinion is too into whatever he's saying.

Like, okay, he's funny. But he's not squeeze his arm and throw your head back funny.

You're convinced if you stare hard enough you'll be able to burn a hole through the skull of this- objectively pretty- girl. Yeah, you can't get too jealous because she's gorgeous and you would've probably hated Chan if he fumbled her.

Still, that doesn't quench the burning hot jealousy you feel. The fire burning in your stomach being the catalyst for the events that followed that party. The unmistakable, ugly, green head of pure jealousy.

Chan, with his stupidly sculpted face that you've watched mature over the years, his perfect long black hair, his muscles pressing against his shirt, leather jacket, sittable nose-

You just think it's unfair how hot Chan has gotten and he still hasn't thought of fucking you. This isn't fair at all.

Just as you were about to successfully finish off the poor girl in various different ways, Chan finally noticed you stewing in your own envy; hands almost shaking from how hard you were holding back from him.

Chan excuses himself from the girl, much to your relief, to finally join your side again.

“Hey babe, you holding good here?” He says, with that signature, annoyingly charming, dopey smile of his.

“Chan, not gonna lie, I'm gonna fucking kill myself if you don't fuck me right now.”

If Chan was surprised at your sudden horny outburst, he didn't show it. Ever the giver he is, he gives you one last dopey grin before leaning in to catch your lips in a searing kiss.

The force of the kiss caused you to drop the cup you were nursing, the warm beer spilling and soaking into the carpet, but you didn’t care—that was going to be Soonyoung's problem.

Your hands snake up from his firm chest tothe back of his neck, using it as leverage to pull yourself up to his height while pressing him to you.

You both separate from the kiss after remembering that you are, in fact, in public.

“Fuck, get me upstairs now.” You almost said in a whine, desperately clinging onto Chan like your life depended on it—and franky, it actually does.

He just giggles while gently guiding you upstairs to his room, a hand on your lower back while he guides you up the stairs. Entering his room, he stops to call for you,

“Y/n.”

Your name on his lips made the world stop for a second. It was something simple—he's said it a thousand times—yet, the way he says it now makes you not want him as a best friend. Your name felt like a sleeper agent phrase that awakened a different level of horny in you that you didn’t think was possible.

Instead of replying, you opted to keep kissing him: his lips, his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, everywhere your lips could reach.

He falls onto the bed with a soft rustling noise from the sheets, and climbing on top of him, you greedily grind your clothed cunt on his hardening cock under his jeans.

“Oh fuck, don't do that, not in that dress. I'm gonna cum like in my pants like a loser.” He smiles at you, nose wrinkling in a light-hearted grimace.

“Oh, Channie,” you started, “I only got this dress so you could take it off.”

A pathetic moan leaves him, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hips jump, his hard cock pressing onto you.

Your lips meet his again. He swallows your sighs of content when his bulge bumps against your throbbing clit, his hands running up your thighs, hot palms dragging up the length of them under the fabric of your dress.

Grabbing handfuls of your ass, Chan keeps the pace as you continue to grind on him, swallowing each other's noises of desperation.

Chan holds you close to him as he flips you both over, rolling you on your back, his lips reluctantly detaching from yours to trail sloppy, wet kisses down the column of your throat, letting out quiet moans at the taste of it.

Sucking on a specific spot on your neck, Chan's fingers hook on the straps of your dress to shimmy it off of you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Now, almost naked in front of him, you paw at his clothes. He pants as he shrugs off his jacket and takes his shirt off, your bare chests pressing against each other's as your lips meet for another feverish kiss.

“Chan, get naked quicker, please- I– I need you inside me so badly.” You whimpered, not caring if you seemed too needy because soon after, Chan's jeans and boxers are on the floor, and his hard cock slaps on his abs, his tip red, angry, leaking for you. Just looking at it, you’re convinced that thing could easily reach up to your throat.

Ripping your panties off, Chan gets on top of you. “Fuck, you're so wet, lemme hit, babe.” Laughing, you give him the go ahead. Then, his lips are on yours, kissing you as a very large cock tries to split you open.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the satisfying burn of his cock occupying all of your thoughts, successfully dicknotizing you.

Chan wastes no time to set a brutal pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass while his pelvis deliciously hits your clit. Clawing at his sheets, you let out loud, unashamed moans, not caring if someone at the relatively calm frat party downstairs heard you.

“Fuck, do you know how long I've dreamt of this? Finally getting to fuck this pussy like it's mine? Are you mine, babe?” Chan babbled, pussy drunk and distracted by your tits bouncing at the force of his thrusts.

You're no better than him, already so out of it that you can’t even process the filthy confessions leaving Chan's mouth. Licking your lips, you tilt your head up to suck marks into his skin, burgundy bruises soon blooming as his hips stutter.

The desperate slapping sounds of your groins meeting shift to shallow ones as you both near your climaxes, Chan letting out precious little gasps and cut-off moans with every thrust.

Not doing any better than him, you whine, dragging your nails down his back, angry red lines appearing on his skin at their wake.

Then, your highs hit you at the same time, white hot pleasure seeping into your bones and boiling under your skin, ears ringing and vision blurring. With a gasp, Chan spills his load deep inside your gummy walls, making your cunt clench around him, sticking to him like a second skin.

Still in that post-orgasm bliss, Chan's hips don't stop moving. stretching your pussy with his cock over and over again, making you both dizzily cling to each other, bodies shivering, mouths drinking in the other's whimpers.

Chan was rutting his hips into yours like he'd perish if he stopped, both of you cringing from over stimulation, Chan sobbing about how good being inside of you felt. Even after just orgasming not 10 seconds ago, he's still hard and desperate to dump another load into you.

You're not sure if your night would end, even after the 4th time he made you cum.

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archived-junkissed · 2 years ago

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figure skates & cocoa dates

day thirteen of junkissed’s winter wonderland event

member — bf!chan x figure skater!reader genre — fluff, humor word count — 2.3k synopsis — chan is a great dancer, but unlucky for him, his coordination doesn’t carry through to the ice. lucky for you, you know exactly how to teach him. warnings — chan is really bad at skating, lil bit of smooching at the end notes — lowercase intended. thanks so much for all the support on this series i love you all very much :) happy new year!

one reblog = one hot cocoa kiss

“i don’t know why i let you talk me into this.”

chan groans, gripping the railing for dear life with one gloved hand. his other hand holds firmly in yours, squeezing your fingers until they turn white.

“i’m just surprised we’ve never gone skating together before now,” you giggle. usually when you wanted to go ice skating you’d invite your friends, who, like you, have been taking figure skating lessons since before they could walk. helping your boyfriend learn how to skate for the first time is completely new territory for you both.

loud pop music plays over the outdoor rink’s speakers as couples holding hands skate past you two, bundled up in winter coats and mittens.

you try to hold back a laugh as he lets go of the railing for a split second before grabbing back on tight, arms flailing, desperately trying to regain his balance.

for being such a good dancer, he’s completely out of his element on the ice. it’s almost endearing how bad he is at it. but everyone has to be bad at something, you figure; you can’t come up with choreography to save your life, he can’t skate to save his.

he looks down at your feet as you keep your balance easily on the thin blades. you tug him along at a snail’s pace as he purses his lips and holds onto the side of the rink tighter, his legs wobbling uncontrollably.

“how do you do it so easily?” he says, guiding his palms along the cold metal railing. he watches as you skate around in front of him and keep your pace, guiding him forwards while you skate slowly backwards.

“years and years of practice,” you admit with a grin. “but i’ve always loved figure skating. when i was little i wanted to skate in the olympics.”

“you’d win a gold medal for sure,” he teases as he trips over his feet. his grip on your hands tightens and you catch him, using the railing to help pull him back up before he can fall to the ground.

“i’m not that good,” you laugh. you can do a few simple turns, sure, but anyone can do that with a few lessons and a lot of practice. it’s nothing compared to the triple and quad jumps and complex tricks real olympic athletes can do.

“better than me, that’s for sure.”

he clutches to the side of the rink, dragging himself along with every step. you sigh. if he doesn’t let go of the wall soon, he’ll never get to skate properly. everyone else at the rink was gliding across the ice, or at the very least, stumbling along holding someone’s hand. but then again, it probably wasn’t their first time at a couple’s skate.

and there was chan, who hadn’t taken his hands off the railing since the moment he stepped onto the ice.

“let me teach you. please?” you say, slowing to a stop. “but you have to get away from the wall, baby.”

his eyes flick up to you. “not a chance,” he snorts. “i’m staying right here.”

you fold your arms over your chest and pout. “fine. i’m going to skate by myself, then.”

panic flashes across his face. “wait, no, you can’t just leave me here–”

by now you’d worked your way halfway around the rink, farthest away from the exits. there’s no way he’d make it back on his own.

raising your eyebrows in a challenge, you let go of his hand and skate away from him, just barely out of reach. his eyes grow wide as he starts to fall forward, but at the last second he catches hold of the railing with both hands and awkwardly pulls himself back up.

you giggle and skate away, quickly moving to the center of the rink, picking up speed as you glide gracefully across the ice.

you skate a quick lap around the rink, every so often adding a little turn or a spin. yeah, maybe you were showing off a little, but you were having a blast.

out of the corner of your vision you keep an eye on chan, making sure he hasn’t gotten lost somehow. but no, he’s still glued to the railing, not moved an inch since you’d left him. from the other end of the rink you wave at him, smiling proudly.

finally you decide you’re done torturing him, and you make your way back around to where chan is still standing, hugging the wall.

“thanks for the show,” he laughs. “are you gonna help me now?”

you stay in front of him, just barely an arm’s length away. “no, not unless you get off the wall.”

he frowns, still not budging. “you can be so stubborn sometimes.”

you smirk. “look who’s talking.”

he rolls his eyes. “fine,” he huffs.

gingerly he leans away from the rail, letting go with just one hand. instantly you move closer, holding out your hands for support. he grabs your arm, and finally lets go of his other hand. he was still less than a few feet away from the wall, but it was progress, and you’d take anything you could get.

you weren’t even moving, yet his legs still wobbled like a toddler learning to walk. you stood still, waiting for him to get his balance without the help of the wall.

“see, you got it! no more railing!”

“wonderful.”

you knew it’d be easier once he started moving. his fear of falling was making him too tense, and the more afraid he was to fall, the greater the chances were that he’d actually fall.

a triumphant grin begins to creep across your face. “ready to start going?” you ask.

he sighs. “ready as i’ll ever be, i guess.”

you give him an encouraging smile and slowly slide your right foot back, dragging your left along behind it a moment later. chan watches intently, trying to follow along with the movement. you move your thumb gently along his hand, trying to keep him calm. if he freaked out and started flailing again, he was guaranteed to fall and bring the both of you crashing down.

you glance down at his legs, spread far apart. his knees were shaking.

“you– baby, straighten your legs a little,” you giggle.

he stiffens his legs completely, almost causing him to fall over.

you try to hold in a laugh. “okay, not that much! bend your knees, just a little– there you go.”

you move forward from his side so you’re facing him skating backwards again, and he holds onto your hands tightly. “bring your feet closer together and move them back at an angle, it’ll make you go forward.”

“is this what they teach you in the olympics?” he jokes, a nervous look on his face. you knew he was trying his best, despite his aversion to skating, and you appreciated the effort. this would probably be the last time you go skating together, but it’s the thought that counts.

you laugh, squeezing his hands. “oh, yes, it’s a very advanced technique. you should be honored i’m teaching you all our secrets.”

as you start to move backwards, chan straightens slowly, watching your legs and mirroring your position, keeping his knees bent slightly like yours.

“you got it,” you say, trying to encourage him. you smile. “you’re doing great, you know. better than i was the first time i put on a pair of skates.”

“okay, well, now you’re just lying to make me feel better,” he says, looking back up at you.

you laugh, raising an eyebrow. “is it working?”

he teeters forward, and you pull him back upright. he gains his balance again, faster than he had before, and he grins. “you know, i think it is.”

when you finally reach the other side of the rink, having completed a full lap, chan decides he’s ready to try skating on his own.

“are you sure?” you ask, surprised.

“might as well,” he chuckles. “if i fall, then i fall. can’t avoid it forever.”

you grin. this is exactly what you’d wanted him to realize. “okay. i’ll be right here the whole time,” you say, skating back to his side and holding out your arm.

slowly he lets go of your hand, then the other. you keep them close for support, but now he stands fully on his own. he wobbles forward, awkwardly shuffling his skates back and forth, but he manages to keep his balance.

he makes it forward a couple feet, and he turns to you, grinning. “i got it!”

but as he turns to tell you his accomplishment, he trips and reaches out, swinging his arms, trying to regain his balance.

your hands shoot out to try to catch him, but he’s moving too fast for you to yank him back up. he falls flat on his ass, pulling you down with him, and you land between his legs, tangled up in a mess of arms and legs.

you burst out laughing, still holding onto his hands. his worried expression lifts, seeing that you hadn’t been hurt by his clumsiness. “sorry,” he says, choking out a laugh.

“it was gonna happen, sooner or later,” you say, giggling as you pull yourself to your feet. you stick out a hand to help him up.

“did you see me, though?” he asks proudly, taking your hand.

“i did! you were doing great,” you grin, grabbing his shoulders and turning him so you can dust the ice off his backside.

the music changes suddenly, a slow song coming over the speakers. the strings of lights around the edge of the rink change color, dimming to a deep orange.

“couples skate only,” the dj hums into the microphone. “if you don’t have a partner, time for you to get off the ice.”

chan turns to you, a smile spreading across his face. “may i have this dance– er, skate?” he asks, holding out his hand.

you grin and take his hand. “i would love to.”

he leads you out farther out into the center of the rink, still fairly close to the wall but a lot farther than he’d been before. you raise your eyebrows at him, and he winks at you, slowly starting to make loops on the ice.

it’s still far from perfect; he trips and loses his balance a few times, but you don’t fall again for the rest of the night.

once the song ends, you skate together for a little while longer, but you’re both exhausted. it’s finally time to go home.

“see, you weren’t that bad,” you say as you skate towards the exit, still holding his hand.

he laughs, his expression doubtful.

“and i’m not lying this time!” you add.

when you finish unlacing your skates and putting your outdoor shoes back on, you walk into the small cafe tent set up next to the rink. the inside of the tent is lined with heaters, and small tables and chairs are scattered around the space. strings of colorful lights hang from the top of the tent, giving the cafe a warm glow.

you buy paper cups of hot chocolate and walk back to the car to sit, a much more private spot than the tables. chan turns the key in the ignition, quickly cranking the heater up to the max. soon, the car warms up enough for you to shed some of your layers of clothes.

you relax back into the passenger seat, sipping your drink. he reaches over the center console, resting one hand on your thigh. you cover his hand with yours, absently playing with the cuff of his sweater.

“i had a lot of fun tonight,” he says. the atmosphere in the car is quiet and calm. “i didn’t think i’d be very good at it, but i did have fun.”

you smile, lacing your fingers through his. “ i knew you would. or if you didn’t, at least it’d be funny watching you fall,” you tease.

he rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.

you set your cocoa in the cupholder and lean across the seat, cupping his head to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

he leans towards you, meeting your lips halfway. his fingertips on your jaw are ice cold, but his lips are warm and sweet. you smile into his mouth, tasting the chocolate on his tongue. or maybe it was your own hot chocolate you were tasting. either way, you love the feeling of his lips on yours, light and soft as freshly fallen snow.

finally you pull away, running your hand along his head and tangling your fingers in his hair. he presses one last chaste kiss to your lips before leaning back into his seat.

“next time, i’m taking you snowboarding,” he says.

you frown. “you know i’m not good at it,” you say, imagining yourself tumbling down the side of a mountain.

“i’ll teach you.”

“there’s no rails on a mountain. what if i fall?”

“you can hold onto me, then.”

he looks excited about the idea, you don’t have the heart to say no. it was only fair; he’d tried what you liked, so the least you could do is try snowboarding with him. “fine. but only because it’s you. if anyone else asked, i’d say no.”

he smiles, letting his hand fall back to your lap. “even if you don’t like it, it’ll be funny watching you fall,” he teases, grinning.

“chan!”

“kidding, kidding. you know i love you.”

you pretend to pout. “do i know that?”

he reaches over and angles your chin up, pressing another long, affectionate kiss to your lips. “now you do,” he says, pulling away.

“you’re so mean,” you mutter, but the wide smile on your face reveals how you really feel.

you can only hope this snowboarding date will go as well as your skating date went.

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