#tortoise is beyond words!!! What a bittersweet misunderstanding and delicious resolution

[chanshoesunite]

can i request reader & their boss (chan) hooking up or having a secret friends with benefits relationship & reader invites him to a family get together & introduces him as a friend/ their boss & chan is a little shocked because he thought they were both exclusive so he gets slightly upset & they both fuck in the bathroom 🫣

24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 21

Content info: See the prompt above

Word count: 3886

Warnings: raw sex (YN has an IUD and they’re clean, but kids, wrap it up, please, Auntie Hare doesn’t need more nieces and nephews), dirty talk, stupid siblings (but who doesn’t have those? Well, only children, that’s who, I guess), oral sex (f and m receiving), semi public sex? (it's in the upstairs bathroom idk how squeamish you are about that sort of thing)

Apparently, Chan thinks you’re his girlfriend, and that’s why you decide he should fuck you in your parents’ upstairs bathroom before dessert.

But from the beginning.

You and Chan have been sleeping together for months. You know it’s not actually professional to fuck your co-workers (thanks, TikTok), but since your CEO JYP regularly insists that there is “no real hierarchy” in the company, you sort of took the opportunity at the summer party to expand your only half-serious ongoing flirtation with your hot Australian team leader to making out in his car afterwards and sleeping with him the next day when he came round to cook you some hangover stew.

This has been your ongoing spiel for the past months – you cook, you watch Netflix shows, you fuck. Nobody at work knows, and you’d like to keep it that way – not because you’re embarrassed. Chan is a fantastic catch, likely way too good for you, and you enjoy spending time together a lot. It’s just that neither of you has ever brought this up so… Why ruin a good thing by putting a label on it?

You are at work when your phone rings and it’s your mum. Chan’s in the room, talking about some proposal with another team member, but you have a fairly relaxed phone policy, and it could be an emergency, so you pick up.

“Mum? Everything okay?”

Chan glances up and gives you a questioning look. You shrug, turning your back on your handsome fuckbuddy.

“Hi, sweetie, yes, only a minor inconvenience but I hope you can help. You know how we’re planning a dinner and crime night for your father’s birthday tomorrow night?”

You do, it was kind of your idea, plus you ordered the game and distributed the role cards, but now is not the moment to be petty, so you merely roll your eyes. “Yeah?”

Your mum sighs. “Well, as you know, we were originally going to be seven people with your brother and sister and their girlfriends, but now Lilian and Steph both caught a stomach bug and there is just no way they’ll be up for eating a three-course meal tomorrow. Now, we are down to five players, and we need at least six, otherwise we can’t go through with the game. Can you bring someone, sweetie? Nobody expects you to find a real date or anything,” her laugh is decidedly not charming, “but maybe one of your friends? Please.”

You think for a second. You are really looking forward to the 20s themed crime dinner, having carefully curated a perfect flapper girl outfit with one of those frilly short dresses. Also, your dad loves this nerdy nonsense, and you can’t let him down. Even though it will be likely less fun without your sister and her girlfriend. “I’ll bring a date,” I promise. “We’ll absolutely be able to play.”

Your mother squeals with joy and you know you’ve made the right decision. “I knew I could count on you! Thanks, sweetie! See you tomorrow at 7!” And she’s gone.

“You’ll bring a date?” You turn to find Chan, curiosity still evident on his face.

You flop back into your chair. “Yeah, to dad’s birthday dinner tomorrow. We are doing this crime dinner game thing, and you need at least six people, and currently we are one player short.”

Chan raises his eyebrows at you. “And are you going to ask me?”

You choke on air. “You? You want to come to my dad’s dinner and crime party with me?”

Your boss frowns. “Yeah? Why not? It sounds fun. Would I have to dress up?”

“As a 20s Chicago mobster, yeah.” Actually, the idea isn’t half bad. Chan is lovely, polite, fun, a great conversationalist. Sure, your mum will ask you about him at every opportunity for the next two years, but… You realise you would love to have Chan there, especially since your brother’s new girlfriend is always making you feel somewhat lesser-than.

Chan grins. “A chance to wear a bowtie and braces, fantastic!” He seems honestly delighted at the idea. How endearing. You tentatively smile too.

“And you wouldn’t be weirded out that it’s my family dinner?”

He shakes his head. “Why would I be? I’d love to meet them.” That makes you a little suspicious, because why would he want to meet your family, but whatever, it’s his call. And you really do need a sixth person, the more enthusiastic, the better.

“It’s tomorrow at seven,” you say, resigning yourself to the fate of spending a night watching your boss/fuckbuddy charm your mother.

Chan nods. “I’ll pick you up… When? How far is the drive?”

“About twenty minutes.”

“6:40 then. Perfect.” His smile is still weirding you out a little, since that sounds like rather unspectacular plans for a Saturday night in your twenties, but he made his choice and you can’t walk around second-guessing whether everyone’s decisions were only made to humour you, your therapist says.

So… you just go with it. “Great, thanks for saving the dinner, Chan.”

He briefly touches your face over the desk so that nobody sees. “My pleasure, baby girl.” And with a wink, he goes back to his work proposal.

…

At exactly 6:40 the next night, the doorbell rings, and you quickly dash to the door to buzz Chan up as you fix a pearl earring to your ear. A moment later, there is a quiet knock on the door, and you open to –

You gasp.

Chan looks absolutely stunning in his bowtie, braces and flat cap combined with a white shirt, dark grey trousers and fancy dress shoes. Many women might not have cared for this look, but you are a sucker for vintage fashion, and this is exactly the way you want Chan to look as he walks you down the aisle.

Wait. That’s not what you want. Chan is just a casual thing. A fuckbuddy, really. Right?

You only now notice how wide-eyed he is. “Oh wow,” he says softly. “You look beautiful, YNnie!”

You blush and quickly turn to look at yourself in the mirror. You are wearing a black and silver flapper dress combined with elbow-high black gloves; your hair is pinned in a faux-bop and held back by a sparkly headband, your makeup is heavy on the eyeliner and a deep red lipstick completes the outfit. It’s a good look, you must admit, and Chan, who mostly sees you in your corporate outfits or his own hoodies, seems absolutely taken with it. “Thanks,” you say shyly, distracting yourself by slipping into a pair of Mary Janes and grabbing your dark red coat. “I’m ready to go!”

Chan nods, but takes a step towards you, crossing the threshold and crowding you against the wall. “I assume,” he growls,” I shouldn’t kiss you with that lipstick on?”

You refrain from biting your lip because of the aforementioned lipstick. “It would be better, I guess.”

He presses a kiss to your throat, then, and your knees buckle slightly. “I will have to be patient until we come back, then,” he muses, letting you know that you’ll be up very late tonight. You have the audacity to grin. “I’ll make it worth your while. You are hella sexy in that outfit, Channie.”

Chan closes his eyes for a second. “You’ll be the death of me, YNnie, red lipstick or not.”

You both step out of the flat and you lock up. “Should I start wearing it round work?”

“If you want to get fucked in the staff kitchen after hours, I’d recommend it.”

You giggle. “Ew, boss, that’s not sanitary!”

Even though you were afraid it’d be awkward – you and Chan never go anywhere, you just visit each other to fuck and hang out – the banter carries you downstairs and into his car, where his playlist sparks a discussion about music. Chan knows of your musical tastes, and so you discuss the artists and sing along. It feels so domestic, like it always does with Chan, like you don’t have to worry about saying or doing the wrong thing. In moments like this, it’s easy to forget he’s not really your boyfriend, he’s only your – it doesn’t matter. It is what it is. You will enjoy what you have with him and not ask for more.

Chan parks in front of your parents’ house, where your brother’s car already takes up the majority of the space. “My brother’s a bit of a dick,” you explain, “and his girlfriend thinks he’s the best thing since sliced bread. So yeah.” You touch his hand on the gear shift. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s important to have someone around to roll your eyes at.”

Chan smiles at you softly. “I’ll always be there to roll your eyes at me if you need me to.”

You snort. “That’s oddly sweet,” you say. “Right. Let’s go inside?”

Chan grabs a gift bag from the back seat. “You said your dad likes white wine, right? I got him two different ones, because I wasn’t sure whether to go for dry or sweet.”

You blink at your date. “Why are you so great? How do you even remember me saying that? I know I don’t!”

He shakes his head, smiling to himself. “Let’s go in!”

…

“Sweetie, there you are!” Your mum leans in to kiss your cheeks before moving on to Chan, and her eyes go wide. “And you must be Chan,” she says, planting the obligatory cheek kisses on his face, too. “We’ve heard so much about YN’s work friend!”

You turn to see Chan look confused for a second, but then the thousand-watt smile is back on his face as he produces a box of chocolates for your mother seemingly out of thin air. “Thank you so much for the invitation, Mrs. YLN,” he says sweetly, and your mother melts. Relaxed, you kiss your dad and congratulate him before giving your brother and his girlfriend loose hugs. Chan’s and yours are definitely the best outfits, even though your dad has grown a moustache for the occasion, so brownie points for that.

“Oh Chan, that wasn’t necessary,” you mother is currently cooing at him before pushing him towards your dad. “Darling, this is Chan, YN’s team leader, who was so nice to help us out tonight.”

“You brought your boss to our dinner?” your brother whispers at you. “Tell me you’re single without telling me you’re single.”

You smile at him sweetly before turning and stepping on his toes on purpose. His harsh intake of breath is immensely satisfying to you; some things never change, whether you’re six or twenty-six.

Your dad and Chan shake hands, and Chan hands over the wines, and fifteen seconds later, your dad has a hand on his shoulder and launches into a talk on the merits of different wines, all the while leading Chan into the dining room. Your lover throws back a slightly panicked glance at you, but you simply give him two thumbs up and follow them.

You and Chan are seated next to each other opposite your brother and his girlfriend. “Nice dress, YN,” she comments, sneering just a little bit. “Even though in the 1920s, it wasn’t really en vogue to be curvy, was it.” You want to throw your Singapore Sling into her face, but Chan just puts his arm around the back of your chair and looks at you. “You look perfect, YNnie, and I’m sure all of the former flappers would agree. Because,” he adds with a little side glance at your mean sister-in-law, “real women build each other up, don’t they – sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

She looks gob-smacked and as if she wants to complain to your brother, but he’s on his phone, not paying attention. Chan looks back at you and winks while you smile gratefully and squeeze his thigh beneath the table.

…

The next one and a half hours pass in a whirl of bad acting and great food. The scenes are played between the courses, and evidence appears in each of them, making the narrative more interesting. Chan is clearly also not a born actor, but it’s funny to see him and your dad fight about who killed the heir to the mafia empire, and even your wet dishcloth of a brother makes a valiant effort, threatening to duel your mum, which has all of you crying with laughter. Both the salad with slices of steak and the roasted venison are delicious, as are the vegetarian alternatives you get, and you’re more than happy with the progression of the night so far, feeling grounded with Chan next to you, and less inclined to shout at your brother and thus ruin the dinner.

Chan belongs here, you realise. There could be plenty of these nights, spending time joking with your family, if only this was real...

There is a lull in the game before dessert because your mother wanted to bake your dad’s favourite ice cream cake and it needs to be done directly before being served, so you have sort of a break.

“So, Chan,” your brother asks, leaning forward, smirking at him. You can’t tell if he dislikes your date or if he’s just constantly cynical these days. “Do you accompany all of your employees to family functions, or is our YN one of your favourites?”

Chan puts his elbows on the table. “I think it’s safe to say that YNnie and I are more than friends.”

Your brother’s grin is sleezy. “Does HR know about that?”

You whip your head to look at Chan. “Channie, can we talk for a second? Upstairs?”

Chan stares at you hard, but nods, and you grab his hand and pull him out of the room, your brother’s chuckle following you. Your mum tries to intercept in the hallway, but you wave her off. “Chan wants to see where I grew up,” you say hurriedly, and your mum’s happy reply doesn’t quite reach your ears because you are panicking.

It was a bad idea to bring Chan – you should have known what it would suggest, and you should have talked to Chan about it beforehand, but –

But you were scared.

Then you are upstairs and you are contemplating where to take him before settling on your little en suite bathroom so there will be at least two closed doors between you and your nosy family.

Inside your bathroom, you turn to face him. “Chan, I –“

Chan interrupts you. “Did you really tell them I was only your co-worker, YNnie?” He seems less mad and more upset at the idea, leaning against the door, his arms crossed, his eyes focused on the floor.

“Chan.” You step closer and gingerly put a hand on his elbow. He doesn’t look up, but he also doesn’t shake you off. You take that as encouragement. “The truth is, I didn’t know what to tell them. It’s not like we’re dating, is it?”

Silence stretches between you, and he finally looks up. He is confused. “We are… Not dating?”

You are baffled. “You think we’re dating?”

He looks shocked. “Wait, what? Are you seeing someone else?”

Now you’re just confused. “What? Why would I see someone else? Have you met yourself? It’s like anyone –“ You take a deep breath. “Chan, there’s no one like you,” you add quietly, and it feels like a confession.

He shakes his head. “So then why do you think we’re not dating?” He is clearly exasperated.

You throw your hands up, helpless. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because we never actually talked about it? Maybe because we never actually go on dates? We only fuck and watch TV, Chan, you call that dating? I am basically your dirty little secret!” You look down so he won’t see the tears swimming in your eyes, because you get it, Chan looks like a fucking movie star and he is the kindest person you’ve ever met and he could be dating anyone so why would he choose his team member and –

His hand gingerly touches your face, and you look up. Chan’s dark eyes are shining with emotions. “I am such an idiot,” he breathes. “Please tell me you haven’t spent the past few months thinking I don’t actually want to be with you.” When you say nothing, a pained gasp escapes him. “YNnie, baby, I am so sorry. I am such a homebody that I’ve never stopped to consider you might feel uncomfortable not going on dates with me. In my head, we’ve been dating since the day after our summer party, so our anniversary is the 28th of June.” You release a quiet sob. Chan shakes his head again. “I’m so incredibly stupid. Tell me how to make it up to you.” He strokes both your cheeks softly, wiping away the few stray tears that cling to your eyelashes. “Tell me what I can do.”

You hiccup slightly. “I have a few really lame dating ideas?”

He smiles gently. “I’ll happily take you on each and every one of those dates and I’ll absolutely love them, because I’ll be spending them with you, baby girl.”

That nickname stirs something inside your belly. Chan and you are locked in your childhood bathroom, and you still have at least fifteen minutes until dessert. And just like that, you're back from sappy to sexy.

“You’re not upset with me, Chan? You know that I am head over heels for you and that you are the best man I’ve ever been with, right?” You step closer to him and let a hand slide down his chest, lower, towards his clothed cock.

Chan looks surprised for a second, then an evil expression takes over his features. “Oh, baby girl,” he rasps. “I would be much more assured of your affection if you’d ruin that pretty lipstick blowing me right now.”

That’s the invitation you’ve been waiting for. You don’t hesitate and just go straight for his belt, undoing his trousers, taking a moment to slide down his braces and finally pulling his cock out. Then, you sink to your knees and just go for it, licking the tip messily as if it were your favourite lollipop before engulfing as much as you can into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down. Chan’s hand carefully finds the top of your head without ruining your hairstyle, and this softness makes you even more horny, as do the quiet little gasps he tries to bite back.

You pull off with a pop that could be considered pornographic and look up to meet Chan’s blown pupils. “Lock the door, baby boy,” you purr, “I want you to fuck me against it.”

Not a second later, you can feel yourself being pulled up as Chan locks the door and pushes you against it. Your legs wrap around him as he lifts you up, and you won’t ever forget the moment he realises that you are wearing thigh-high stockings, because he looks like Christmas came early. He tugs your thong to the side, all the while holding you up with only one hand, and moans as he finds how wet you already are.

“Please tell me I can fuck you raw,” he begs. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I have an IUD,” you confirm, “and apparently, you’ve been thinking of me as your girlfriend for months, so I guess you’re clean?”

He nods, desperation obvious on his face, turning into wonder as you nod your consent. He sinks into you, and you both gasp at the way he stretches you out; it’s been a few days – not that his size isn’t always a surprise.

You stay like that for a few seconds, gasping and looking at each other. “That outfit is so hot,” you say, staring at the way his white shirt stretches across his heaving chest.

He shakes his head, bemused. “Silly girl,” he chides. “When you’re the absolute vision that you are, who would notice me?”

“I would,” you say. “I always notice you, Channie.”

His eyes are full of tenderness and lust, but lust wins over as he pushes into you more firmly, and you gasp. “You need to keep it down, YNnie, or your whole family will know what a little slut you are,” he coos into your ear.

You gasp again. “Kiss me, then, so they’ll see as well.”

He jumps at the opportunity, kissing you deeply, all the while thrusting into you again and again, and there are entirely too many clothes between you, these awesome but ridiculous costumes, when all you want is a naked Chan above you. But you’re moving together, ravenous, passionate, but filled with a tenderness, knowing that this is the real thing, that you really do like each other like that, that you are boyfriend and girlfriend for real.

Chan’s strength does seem to have limits, because suddenly, he puts you down, only to bend you over the sink and push into you from behind. Facing yourself in the mirror, you can see that you’re both slightly sweaty, your hair isn’t as carefully styled anymore and your lipstick has made it onto Chan’s mouth. You look debauched, dishevelled in the most delicious way, and it seems to egg Chan on even more, because he fucks you forcefully, picking up the pace while staring at you in the mirror.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, kissing your throat, leaving faint traces of colour there as well. “I’ll take you out every night so everyone will know how much I love you. And then every night, I will fuck you well so you won’t forget, either.”

You gasp. “I love you too, Channie,” you whisper, and then he’s coming inside you, stilling his movements as he bites your shoulder lightly.

For a moment, all you hear are your laboured breaths. Then: “Did I really just tell you I love you for the first time while fucking you in your parents’ bathroom?”

You giggle as he pulls out and you turn to face him. “You did. Like the absolute dork that you are.”

Chan shakes his head. “How embarrassing. But that doesn’t make it any less true.” He pulls you close for a sweet kiss, and you feel his heartbeat slowing down a bit under you hand.

Then he kneels before you. “Let me clean you up,” he says, a diabolical grin on his face. And then he starts licking into you, collecting his own come and then stimulating you clit, sucking it into his mouth until you come, biting your arm so you won’t scream.

…

Ten minutes later, you make it down to dessert. Your whole family glances up at you, and you can see on their faces what they’re seeing – a young couple who has obviously just fucked upstairs.

“Mum, Dad,” you say, grabbing Chan’s hand. “I think there was a misunderstanding earlier. Chan is not my colleague – he’s my boyfriend. Why would I bring a colleague to a family dinner?” You laugh artificially.

Everyone is staring at you, but in Chan’s case, it’s adoringly.

You take a seat. “Cake, me love?”

He grins, ignoring the weirdness and proving once again why he is the ideal partner in crime. “I’d love some.”

~Day 22~