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[chanshoesunite]

24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 20

Content info: YN is on a winter holiday with her uni friends and their friends, among them the distant but incredibly hot Chan. Chan and YN end up having to share a room. And there’s only one bed. So they fuck.

Word count: 2784

Warnings: safe sex (because YN brings her own condoms like the responsible woman she is) in several positions (missionary, doggy, spooning), mentions of oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk

You are standing in the doorway, assessing the situation – Chan on the bed, only in sweatpants, typing something on his phone. He actually has the audacity to have abs – real ones, abs you could grate cheese on. The muscles in his shoulders, back and arms are sculpted without screaming “gym bro” – he just looks fit and healthy and like he could pin you up against the wall. Damn, intrusive sexy thoughts incoming!

He glances up, and you act like nothing is the matter, stepping into the room and dumping your bag of toiletries back into your backpack.

“Jeongin’s in the bathroom”, you say helpfully, grabbing your phone from your backpack so you’ll also have something in your hands. You gesture at the side of the bed closest to the wall. “Want me to take that side?”

Chan shrugs. “Sure,” he says indifferently, even though the fact that he’s been sitting on the other side of the bed implies he hoped you’d say that. He gets up and grabs his own bathroom bag. “I’ll be right back,” he states unnecessarily, because what else is he going to do? Fuck, this is weird.

“Okay,” you say, and he closes the door behind himself as he leaves. You take a closer look at the bed and groan. It’s not only narrower than you would have preferred – there’s also only one blanket. Shaking your head at your unbelievably bad (haha bed) luck you climb into bed and arrange your pillows against the headboard. Going on TikTok, you distract yourself with some cute and funny videos until Chan comes back.

You hear the door opening as you’re watching an adorably funny sheep video, and glance up at Chan mid-laugh. His expression softens as he sees you giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, seeming genuinely curious as he puts away his toiletries.

“Come here,” you say, patting the bed next to you. You’re determined not to let the awkwardness win, even as a still decidedly shirtless Chan slides under the cover next to you and glimpses at your phone. You re-start the TikTok, and he also laughs at the sheep compilation. “Cute,” is his verdict.

“Immensely,” you agree.

You are both silent for a few seconds.

“Do you want to still watch stuff on you phone?” Chan asks. “Or are you tired?”

You contemplate that for a second. “I’m pretty beat,” you admit. “But you can totally still watch something or read or whatever. I’ll just put on a sleeping mask.”

Chan shakes his head. “No, I’m fine with lights out.”

You nod and settle back against your cushions. Chan leans over towards the nightstand and turns off the lights. And then you are both lying there, in the dark, and the house is almost silent except for someone walking up the stairs before closing a door behind himself.

Neither of you says anything.

It really is weird.

“YN-“

“Chan-“

You both stop, then laugh. Somehow, this is easier in the darkness.

“Go ahead,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You clear your throat. “I, er, I actually just wanted to ask you to tell me something.”

He hesitates. “Tell you something?” His voice seems tense now. “Tell you what?”

You shrug before remembering that he can’t see you. “Oh, I don’t know, anything you want to. It’s just weird sleeping next to a person whom you know nothing about.”

You feel Chan settling into the bed next to you more comfortably, and his leg brushes against yours as he turns towards you. “Is that not something you normally do?”

The question feels loaded. Does he mean something like “Don’t you sleep around?” Or are you imagining the implication? You laugh. “I would normally never sleep next to someone whose number of siblings or blood type I don’t know.”

Chan chuckles. “Well, in that case – my blood type is O and I have two siblings, a younger brother and a younger sister. What about you?”

And with that, you start asking each other questions – about what you’re studying, your hobbies, your unpopular opinions (“Feel Special is NOT the best TWICE song, Chan!!!”) and deeper questions as well, like how you think you’ll die and whether you’d like to know play every instrument in the world or speak every language.

Chan is quiet for a moment. “This gives the term ‘blind date’ a completely new meaning,” he jokes, then stops laughing as if he’s realised what he’s said. “I mean-“

“Chan, don’t-“ You can feel him panic, so without thinking you reach over to console him, but you’ve completely forgotten that he’s not wearing a shirt and your hand lands squarely on his abs.

Oops.

You know you really should draw your hand back as if you’ve burned yourself, but you can’t. You marvel at the firm muscle beneath the soft skin and even though your brain screams at you to stop, your hand, the traitor, draws upward, towards his sizable pecks. You know it’s wrong, touching this almost stranger in the complete darkness, but then why does it feel so right?

Chan draws in a sharp breath as you brush one of his nipples. The sound is enough to bring you back to your senses, and you draw you hand back, but you are stopped by a hand grabbing yours in the darkness.

The only sounds in the room are the laboured breaths – yours and his. “You don’t have to stop. I don’t want you to.”

How has the atmosphere in the room shifted from playful to electric? You can’t say. You are quiet, feeling his larger hand holding yours captive. You’d like to say you’re contemplating your next move, but your brain feels like it’s being electrocuted by the current running from his hand to yours. You can’t contemplate. You can only flex your hand, which he immediately lets go of, and run it up his naked forearm and to his shoulder. Again, you can hear his sharp intake of breath. You focus on what you feel – the ripple of muscle below skin, the goosebumps covering the stretch of his shoulder, the warmth. Listening to his breath, you try to deduce what he particularly likes; he seems fond of the way you just barely scratch your nails across the skin below his clavicle.

“YN?”

You pause. “Yeah?”

“Will you kiss me?”

His request gives you pause, but it’s really not the weirdest thing you’ve done tonight – definitely less weird than wordlessly starting to stroke him. At least this is what he explicitly wants.

You slide your hand up to his cheek, helping you navigate in the dark as you rise from your cushions and turn to him. Your lips find his in the darkness, and they are soft and firm and velvety, as if he’s applied lip balm before bed. The kiss starts slow, soft, just lips touching each other, feeling each other, trying out how they best fit together. Then you grow bolder and open your mouth, inviting Chan in, and he slides his tongue into your mouth with a sudden urgency that causes you to moan. Before you can be embarrassed at that, Chan slides his hands down your back and pulls you on top of him. You’re now straddling him and-

You groan again. “Channie, you’re so hard,” you whisper in awe as you feel his erection against you core.

A flustered laugh escapes him. “Can you blame me, the way you had your soft little hands all over m-“ He bites himself off as you carefully scrape your index finger nail across his nipple. “You are a menace,” he pants.

“And you are just too hot for your own good,” you grin before leaning down to kiss him fiercely. You are terribly flattered by his reaction to you, and it feels fantastic to have this sweet, incredibly fit guy under you, yearning for you to touch him. You bite his lower lip and grind down against him at the same time, and the groan he utters sounds almost pained.

“Oh my God, baby girl,” he mutters, “it’s not fair that you’re still wearing so many clothes.”

You consider his statement before quickly tugging your tank top off. Sure, it’s dark, but not so dark that he has no idea what you’re doing, and his hands find your breasts, cupping them as you lean in to kiss him again. A whimper escapes you as Chan moves on to kiss your throat, your chest, your breasts. Then he stops and you can feel him drop his forehead into the valley between your breasts.

“What is it?” you ask, half expecting him to confess that he’s come in his pants, which you’d actually find quite flattering.

“I don’t have any condoms with me,” he moans, not in lust but in frustration this time.

You pause. “So?”

Chan raises his head, looking up at your silhouette in the darkness. “Oh, sorry, I assumed you wanted to-“ He lets the sentence tinker out.

“Oh, I do want to sleep with you,” you say. “But we can. I have condoms.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.” You withdraw yourself from his embrace and climb out of bed before turning on the night light. After being initially blinded, you blink at Chan, delighted at his bedhead of dark hair and his swollen lips. “We should really keep the lights on, you look so good like this,” you say, winking at him.

“I agree.” He sits up, letting his gaze wander over your naked upper body as you search your toiletry bag for condoms. Finally, you pull out a strip of them. “Got it!”

“Thank God for feminism.” Chan extends his hand to you to pull you onto the bed again. “I will die if I can’t be inside you tonight.”

You bite your lip at the statement and go back to straddling him. “You really are a menace, Channie.” It’s lovely to see him, to be able to smile at him as you lean down to capture his lips with yours, to see him shiver under your touch. He pulls you down, and as he turns you around so that you’re under him, you grab his hand and guide it inside your panties. The awe on his face as he feels your wetness is almost endearing, a feeling that is quickly replaced by a burning desire as he pushes two fingers inside of you. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers, a mixture of delight and need on his face. He slowly fucks you with his fingers and your head falls back. “What can I say,” you rasp. “It was really hot how responsive you were to my touches.”

Chan continues to slowly push his fingers in and out of you, leaning down to lick your nipples into hardness. His movements are those of a man who knows he has the whole night to take care of his partner. God, you hope so.

“Let me lose the trousers,” you almost beg, and he stops to pull all of your remaining clothes off you, then does the same. Seeing his cock makes you break into a slow smile.

“What?” he asks, seemingly self-conscious, but you lean forward and take him in your hand – his weight feels exactly as satisfying as you hoped it would. “You’re so big, Channie,” you breathe, pressing a kiss below his ear. “I can’t wait to feel you.”

At this, he kisses you fervently, pushing you back into the cushions with his body weight. Gone is the slowness, there is now an urgency burning between you that can’t be contained any more. You actually need to push him away because you can’t guarantee you won’t just pull him inside of you. “Please put on the condom, I can’t wait any longer.”

He grabs it with shaking fingers, but routinely tears the package and rolls the condom over his hard cock. Promptly, he comes back to you and settles between your thighs, where you keep him by crossing your ankles behind his lower back.

Chan pecks you on the nose. “Hi beautiful,” he says dorkily.

You giggle. “Hi, hottie.”

He blushes minimally. “This is not how I’d imagined our night going, I have to admit. But I’m not mad about it.”

You grin. “Me neither.” You press your heels into his ass, and he follows your wordless instruction by starting to sink into you. You release a breath as you feel him stretching you, and your eyes are on his just as his are on yours, searching for any trace of discomfort and finding only want, delight, comfort. You can’t believe this is your first time sleeping with Chan, your first decent conversation with him – he feels so familiar, treats you so respectfully, touches you so gently, so right.

Then, he’s all the way inside you, and he leans down to kiss you as he gives you time to adjust to the considerable stretch. You squirm a little bit, and he pulls back to watch your face expectantly. “Are you all right?” he asks, and you appreciate the way your comfort is still his first priority.

You groan. “Shit, Chan, if this is how you treat a girl you’ve never met when you fuck her, I am going to have to keep you.”

Chan seems confused, then an evil smile appears on his face. “Oh baby, once I’ve fucked you, you will want to keep me, anyway.” And with that, he draws back only to immediately drive back in, punching all the air out of your lungs. Yes, he is big, but he also goes hard, for fuck’s sake. The bed squeaks in protest, and he stops, searching your eyes again. Then he leans down to your ear, whispering into it:

“Oh, are you scared your friends will hear, hmm, baby girl? Are you afraid they’ll know what a little slut you are, fucking a near stranger at the first opportunity?”

You cackle. “Are you afraid they’ll see how pussy-whipped you’ll be for me at breakfast?”

Chan furrows his brows. “I seem to remember that it was you who couldn’t wait for this cock-“ he thrusts hard at the word, causing you to moan loudly, “-to finally be inside her.”

You frown. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, we are sluts for each other, and they’ll hear and tease us mercilessly in the morning. Now, will you get on with it and fuck me good, so it’ll have been worth it?”

Chan raises his eyebrows at you. “Challenge accepted.”

And man, does he go to town on you.

The stamina this man has – he takes you missionary style, giving you your first orgasm by way of excellent additional finger work in a mere matter of minutes before positioning you into doggy style and railing you so completely that there is no way the upstairs inhabitants won’t hear the bed banging against the wall while tossing dirty talk around that makes you blush. He makes you come again as he spoons you, focusing all his intent on stroking you and fucking you deep and slow, whispering into your ear how good you are for him.

All in all, it takes over an hour to satisfy both of you completely, but as you come on his tongue for the third time, biting the pillow so as to not add insult to injury tomorrow through screaming his name, after having blown him to completion earlier, the two of you finally lie next to each other, sweaty and grinning like idiots.

“So,” Chan says. “There’s a confession I have to make.” He’s playing with one of your curls.

“Hm?” You glance over at him. “What is it?”

Is he blushing? He seems to be. “I’ve seen you around uni a couple of times with the boys and I thought you were really cute. So maybe… Maybe I was the one suggesting we share a room.” He quickly adds: “But I didn’t plan this, honestly. As can be seen by my lack of birth control prep.” Chan seems sheepish. “I couldn’t have predicted being so lucky.”

You smile. “Does that mean you’ll take me out when we’re back in the city?”

Chan beams at you and leans in to press a kiss to your lips. “I will.” He sighs. “But first we need to survive the boy’s teasing tomorrow.”

You shrug. “I think they knew what they were doing when they gave us the room with the one bed. They really can’t complain!”

You suspect they will complain, though. And you’ll be right. For the remainder of the trip, you’ll be teased mercilessly. But you’ll also have found a new boyfriend – simply because there was only one bed.

~Day 21~