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Herbie (M) ~Bang Chan

Pairing: Mechanic!Chan x F.Reader Themes: Smut | Some Fluff | Strangers to Friends to Lovers Word Count: ~10k | AO3 Synopsis: Chris was the best mechanic you’d ever met. He was good at his craft, capable of bringing your dingy car back to life time and time again. He was, also, excellent at riling you up just by existing, which wasn’t the best when you were absolutely convinced he just wanted to be friends with you. But maybe, just maybe, he’d prove you wrong. [You can find part two here]. Warnings: curvy/chubby reader · reader is clueless · personification of an inanimate object (the car is referred to by name and male pronouns sometimes) · improper use of car related vocabulary probably (author is clueless on the topic, they don’t even know how to drive) · discussions of weight and usage of the word fat (in a very neutral manner) · Christopher is Stronk · special guest appearance: Jisung.

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author’s Note: mechanic!chan was suggested by an “anon” (👀), after they watched this performance, and i felt inspired by the suggestion, so i decided to write a little something for it. a little something that somehow managed to gather more words than i ever expected, as usual. anyway, hope it doesn’t disappoint :^)

fun fact: i dreamt once that i wrote a fic called herbie, so i guess the prophecy has been fulfilled now.

Smut Warnings: the reader has an oral fixation · the reader has sexually charged thoughts (i can’t blame her) · pet names (baby, babe, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, etc) · lots of praising (it’s a staple in my chan fics at this point, oops) · praise kink · strength kink if you squint? · oral [M&F.Rec] · deepthroating/mouth fucking · protected penetration [piv].

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

Christopher Bang.

The man who’d saved your ass countless times in the past handful of months. The man who’d been plaguing your thoughts since the very first moment you entered his repair shop.

And to think it was your older brother’s fault. ‘Get a second-hand car’, he said. ‘It’s cheap and super reliable’, he said. ‘Yes, of course it’ll be fine’, he said. Your brother was, ultimately, full of bullshit. You’d never trust his opinion ever again.

Getting a second-hand car was quite possibly the worst financial decision you’d ever taken.

At first you’d been incredibly excited. You even named it Herbie, after the famous car that was… Well, called Herbie.

With Herbie, you’d be able to get to work faster, you’d no longer have to stay in uncomfortable social situations just because you were waiting for your ride for the night to take you home, you’d no longer have to balance grocery bags on your tiny bicycle, you’d be independent.

For two months, you were living your best life with Herbie. But then he started showing The Signs.

It started with the AC not turning on, then, the wipers wouldn’t wipe, until eventually, he shut down completely. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, had it not happened while you were driving on the fucking highway. To say you were pissed was an understatement. That day, when that happened, you were fortunate enough to be with your friend, Jisung.

Not only did Jisung calm your fit of rage, but he also told you he had a friend who fixed cars for a living. ‘He’s very reliable. He won’t overcharge you, really. I vouch for him, trust him with my life at this point’, which, honestly, finding a mechanic these days that wasn’t trying to find problems that weren’t there to overcharge you was hard, so you took Jisung’s advice and took Herbie to Wolfgang: Repair Shop.

That was where you saw Chris the first time.

You could still remember the exact moment your eyes landed on him. Although, to be fair, the first thing you saw were his boots peeking out from below a car.

“Hello?” You heard a thud after you greeted the pair of legs, followed by a very graceful ‘Fuck!’.

“Just one second!” He slid from under the car, and when he stood from the creeper, you honestly weren’t prepared.

Broad shoulders, strong, defined arms, a mess of curls on his head, plush, pink lips, and that nose. Jisung had forgotten to give you the most important detail about his friend, the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous. Even with the oil coating his exposed arms, hands, and the smudge on his cheek, he was probably one of the finest specimens you’d ever seen.

“Can I help you?” He smiled, and God, he had dimples, too. Of fucking course he had to have dimples…

“I’m–I–” You were embarrassing yourself, barely even capable of forming a coherent sentence, all as he looked at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. So you got your bearings, taking a deep breath. “My car keeps dying on me. I’m a friend of Jisung’s, he told me to come to you”.

“Oh!” His eyes widened and he honestly looked beyond surprised. “You are Jisung’s friend?” There was a slight tone of disbelief in his voice, and the way he looked you up and down honestly confused you a bit. Was there a problem with your outfit? It was a bit warm out and this was a nice, comfortable dress… Maybe you were supposed to wear something different to a car repair shop? Maybe it was one of those social rules no one talked about but you were supposed to just know they existed.

Regardless, you decided to ignore the thought altogether, because he started talking again. “I’m Chris. I’d offer my hand, but I don’t think you’d like to get yours covered in motor oil”, he chuckled, wiping his hands on a rag that hung from his belt, and it genuinely made you smile. “C’mon, let’s take a look at your car and see what we can do. Hm?”

That was how it all started. Chris was polite, he certainly knew his way around these things, and every time you had a problem with Herbie you went to his shop. At some point, you became well acquainted with him, it was impossible not to when Herbie kept dying practically every other week, and when Chris was just so friendly.

You enjoyed spending time at the shop with him, and sometimes you wondered if you were being weird or annoying by staying a bit longer than any customer probably would, but Chris seemed to be just as engaged in the conversation as you were every time, so that spark of doubt in you always died very quickly.

After a couple of months, Chris simply handed you a piece of paper. ‘Here’s my number. Text me whenever you need’.

And you did. Although, you took a while to text him. You finally did it only because Herbie had started to leak water; after all, that was what he had given you his number for. But it seemed like after that Chris and you just… started to talk about other things, completely unrelated to Herbie.

“You slut, who you texting with that smile on your face? Did you finally get yourself a man?” Jisung teased you one day when you were hanging out with him, supposedly watching movies.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “As if. You know the only thing I attract are mosquitoes, and it’s only because they want to suck my blood. It’s just Chris. He sent me this funny video of Wolfgang, wanna see?”

Wolfgang was Chris’ dog, an overly excited husky that seemed to be a walking disaster. You told Chris once in passing that you liked dogs, that it cheered you up whenever you saw them do their Dog Things, and since then he started to send you pictures or videos of his dog regularly, which you highly appreciated, they did bring up your mood every time.

Jisung blinked at you. “Christopher Bang? My friend Chris?”

“Yeah? Which other Chris do we both know?” You returned your eyes to your phone, chuckling at a meme Chris had just sent you.

“What’s he sending you? Lemme see”, Jisung grabbed your phone out of your hands, ignoring your protests altogether. “Huh… Would you look at that…”

“Why are you scrolling? Stop that, it’s a private conversation”, you lunged at your friend, trying to get the phone out of his hands. After a bit of jostling he finally relented, and you huffed as you diverted your attention back to the chat with Chris.

Jisung called your name, and you looked up from your phone to your friend, seeing his confused face. “You… You do know he’s flirting with you, right?”

“What?” You laughed at that. “Don’t be ridiculous”.

“I’m being serious”, Jisung turned to face you fully on the sofa, looking at your face very intently. He was quiet for a moment, but then he was gasping–rather dramatically, if you might add. “Oh my God! You haven’t noticed!”

“There’s nothing to notice, Jisung. Chris isn’t flirting with me, don’t be silly”, you chuckled just at the thought. As if the Christopher Bang would be flirting with you.

“You seriously can’t be this dense”, Jisung scoffed, turning back to the movie. “You do you, then. I’m telling you, though. He’s one hundred percent flirting with you”.

How ludicrous. Chris had shown zero interest in you for as long as you’d known him. You were sure he only saw you as a friend at best, and that was only because you were on ‘sending memes’ basis now, before you were just his customer with the dingy car that kept needing repairs.

You’d admit, though, that after a handful of months, Chris had become a really close friend. He’d text you every morning without fail. Most of the time, he’d send you a picture while he was walking his dog. It could be a picture of Wolfgang, or a picture of the sunrise, or a selfie–those were the hardest ones to look at, to be honest.

At some point, you realised you had developed a crush on him, and looking at his face in those selfies, still a bit swollen with sleep, with his hair a bit tousled, or with a beanie over his head covering his eyebrows, looking incredibly cuddly, wasn’t helping you cope much.

Sometimes he’d text you while he was in the gym, too. Which would’ve been fine, had he not also started to send you selfies when he was there. They were never anything too revealing, he’d always be fully clothed, but the sight of his reddened hands, his bulging veins after lifting, his flushed face, and just overall sweaty form was just something you didn’t need. It always heated you up, made you suddenly feel like your mouth was just too empty, it’d made your mind wander into very dangerous, and very horny territory.

It was already hard enough to watch Chris work on Herbie. Whenever he did and you were at the shop, you’d start to fixate on the way the muscles of his exposed arms moved, or how his ass looked when he was bending over the motor to do whichever magic he needed to do, it always made you wonder if he’d be able to perform that magic on you, if his hands would touch you as delicately but as precisely as they did with Herbie’s components, or how it’d be like if you were the one bending over the bonnet, preferably with him just right behind you… Regardless, seeing him also at the gym through his pictures was just too much. He’d sometimes ask you weird questions while he was there, too, which always left you a bit confused.

‘mind if i ask what’s your weight? you dont have to tell me if you dont want to, i’m just curious. i’m trying to bulk up, you see. mine’s…’ You didn’t particularly have a problem with the question itself, you just found it odd that he asked you that out of the blue, and for a brief moment you wondered if he’d been trying to say you were fat–which wouldn’t have been the first time that happened to you, having lived most of your life as person with extra fat on their body for what was considered ideal in this society’s standards had already numbed you to questions like these.

You hadn’t told him right away, you simply sent him a ‘why? are you gonna tell me to lose weight? lol’ to which he replied a string of messages in quick succession ‘oh god no. far from that, you’re perfect just as you are honestly. i’m just curious cuz i want to get to…’ He’d go on about his goals and what-not, and you decided to humour him, since it genuinely didn’t seem like he was trying to make fun of you, he actually never brought up the topic again after that.

Chris wasn’t just handsome, he was also cute, and a bit of a dork. A dork with extensive knowledge in cars and each of their components, but with even more extensive knowledge in pokemon and each and every single type.

‘Ice is strong against dragon and ground, you see? So I have to fight this Garchomp with a pokemon that can do ice attacks, but that can also withstand his attacks, like Gyarados, you know?’ The first time Chris pulled an explanation like that, while he was still covered in Herbie’s oil, you understood why he was friends with Jisung. They were both just dorks. Gym rats and dorks. The oddest combination you could possibly think of, but somehow it just added to their charm. To Chris’ charm specifically.

That balance of his technical knowledge, his hotness, and his dorkness, coupled with just how good of a person he genuinely was–always willing to help, always ready to stand his ground for things he believed in–only made you fall stupidly deeper for him. But you decided to keep these feelings to yourself, you liked having Chris by your side, not only because he was the only one who seemed to be able to bring Herbie back to life, but also because he was just a good friend, and you were sure that if you confessed your feelings things just wouldn’t be the same.

Taking Herbie out these days was always a gamble. You never knew when he was going to break down, but sometimes you really had to take a leap of faith. Most of the time it all went fine, but today, it seemed like he wasn’t in a mood to cooperate. Herbie had decided that breaking down in the middle of nowhere at twenty hours on a Friday was the best idea, which left you on the brink of frustrated, angry tears.

So, obviously, you called the only person you knew could help you in this situation.

“You alright?” Chris asked as soon as he arrived and stood in front of where you were leaning on your car. “Oh, God. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“I’m just so fucking done with this car”, you brought your hands to your face, sobbing once the frustration that had built inside of you couldn’t be contained anymore.

“Hey…” You felt Chris’ body heat practically envelop you when he moved into your space, and, had you not been crying like a baby, you’d probably feel a bit flustered about it. “Are you– Can I– Do you want a hug?”

You just nodded��still covering your face with your hands–because of course you wanted a hug. You were trembling with your quiet sobs, so a hug sounded like absolute heaven at this moment, and when Chris finally leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you to him, the fact that Herbie had left you stranded in the middle of nowhere seemed so insignificant now.

Chris was so incredibly warm. The way he softly caressed your back helped ease your trembles, and, eventually, the tears stopped, too. So you finally moved your hands away from your face, bringing your arms around his waist to hug him as well, just as you buried your face on his shoulder–probably leaving small puddles of tears on the fabric of his boilersuit.

That was when you noticed his attire. Similar to how he dressed when he was at the shop, but clearly completely clean. His boilersuit even smelt like his fabric softener still, and… was he wearing perfume?

You pulled yourself a bit from him, and his calloused hands cradled your face immediately to wipe your tears with his thumbs. You could feel heat spread on your cheeks as he did.

Chris was so close to you still, the heat of his palm on your cheeks seeped into you, shooting straight to your fluttering heart. He truly was incredibly handsome, and as you looked him in the eyes the words left your mouth before you could even think twice about them.

“Wow. Your eyelashes are so pretty”.

A look of surprise crossed Chris’ features, and you saw his Adam’s apple bob, right before he pulled his hands away from your face and opened the driver’s door of your car, giggling. Giggling in that utterly Christopher way he always did.

“Well, yours are, too”, he said while he pulled the lever near the wheel to release the safety latch so he could open the bonnet of your car.

For a moment, you could’ve sworn his ears were red, and you wondered briefly if he might’ve been feeling warm with his boilersuit on, since it was warm tonight, which was why you had decided to wear a dress in the first place. “Were you at the shop when I called?”

“Was on my way”, Chris rounded your car, finally standing in front of it and opening the bonnet. “Ahh, Herbie. You’d certainly seen better days, haven’t you, buddy?” He took his phone from his pocket, switched on the torch, and handed it to you. “Could you hold this for me? Please?”

“Why were you going to the shop this late?” You asked as you pointed the light towards Herbie’s insides.

“Was gonna work on the bike. Angle this a bit, please”, Chris took your hand, angling it however he needed it so he could see whatever it was he needed to see–for you he might as well had been doing dark magic on your car. You saw him push cables around like he knew what each of them was for, which he surely did, this was his livelihood, after all, but it all just looked the same to you, so you were immensely relieved that he was able to help you out tonight.

“You fix cars all day and still have the drive to work on your bike in the evening?” You chuckled, just as Chris moved your hand to point the light somewhere else.

“You’d be surprised how much drive I can have when I’m doing something I like”, there was a smile on his face as he said it, and honestly you couldn’t help but believe him. Just like you couldn’t help but wonder what else he could like that’d fuel that drive of his… “Alright, we’re gonna have to jumpstart it. Gimme a sec”.

Chris left your side for a moment, and he returned almost immediately after with a jumper cable in his hands. Once he had attached it to his 4X4’s and Herbie’s battery, he instructed you to go back to the driver’s seat and to turn the ignition at his signal.

You did as asked, and as soon as you did Herbie came back to life, making you heave a sigh of relief. Chris appeared by your door a few seconds after. “Let’s go to the shop, yeah? I don’t think he’ll make it much further, to be honest”.

And honestly, you didn’t think your car would make it far, either. So you followed Chris’ 4X4 out of the area and through the familiar roads to his repair shop. You couldn’t help but feel immensely grateful, not only because he was helping you now, but because he always did it. Whenever you’d needed him, he’d always been there, which did nothing to appease the ever growing feelings you had for him.

When you made it to Chris’ shop, he simply opened the gate to the garage and signalled you to come in. You got off your car as soon as it was parked, just as Chris was unzipping his boilersuit, revealing his black vest top underneath and his admittedly mouthwatering arms as he tied the top part of the garment around his waist.

“Thank you, Chris. Really”, you told him as soon as he stood in front of you, handing him Herbie’s keys when he opened his palm.

“Oh, please”, he waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought, as if what he did was something not even worth thanking him for. “I’m glad you called, I would’ve felt really bad if I couldn’t have helped you with this”, he gave you a smile, one of his blinding smiles that made his dimples appear on his cheeks and his eyes disappear, and you suddenly felt your cheeks warm up and like your heart was going to burst out of your chest.

Chris made sure to place a wedge behind each of Herbie’s wheels just so the car was secure in place, and then turned to you. “Come with me”.

He guided you to the sink by the corner of the shop. Pumping some soap into his hands and opening the tap, he started to generously lather the suds all over his hands.

“Come here, you need to wash your hands, too”, Chris took your hands in his, getting them all soapy, making sure to spread the soap between each of your fingers, going as far as to rub your hands between his, or lace his fingers with yours to fulfil the task.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Chris, I didn’t touch anything”.

“You sure?” He chuckled, but his motions didn’t stop. “It’s better to be safe than sorry, no?”

“I guess”, you didn’t think your cheeks could’ve felt any hotter. You seriously hoped it wasn’t that noticeable.

After thoroughly rinsing your hands under the tap, he gave you a clean rag to dry them on just as he motioned for you to follow him again. So you did, walking past his half restored bike and into his office.

Chris placed Herbie’s keys on the designated case that corresponded to the number in which you had parked your car, and then turned to the minifridge. “You want a soda?”

“Sure”, you took the glass bottle from him as soon as he opened it and handed it to you. You always found it odd that he had glass bottles and not cans, considering how little space he had in that fridge. When you asked him about it once Chris simply went on about how ‘Cans just don’t taste the same! The soda tastes so much better when it’s drunk from a bottle’, and as soon as he said that you just couldn’t untaste it anymore. Glass bottles were, ultimately, superior.

“‘Suppose I’ll get an uber”, you sighed after you took a sip of your drink, walking a bit so you could lean against the wall.

“An uber? Nonsense, I’ll drive you home, don’t worry”, Chris took a sip of his drink, just as he leaned on his desk.

“Aw, c’mon. You already went out of your way to rescue me. I don’t wanna take more of your time”.

Chris scoffed. “Don’t make me beg”.

“I wouldn’t dare”, you chuckled, although you were suddenly curious of what would happen if you did make him beg… “But what about your bike?”

“The bike won’t be ready anytime soon. The only reason I was coming here was because I was restless at home. Now I’d much rather spend some time with you, to be honest”, Chris took a sip of his drink again, and suddenly holding his gaze felt like too much, but the way your eyes decided to focus on his Adam’s apple moving with every sip he took wasn’t that much easier.

“You know…” Chris said after a few moments of silence, pulling your eyes back up from where they had been glued to his neck. “I think it might be time for you to consider letting Herbie go. It’s been months, and I honestly don’t think I can save him”.

You sighed. “I know… But I fear I’ve grown attached to the damned thing. Besides, wouldn’t you lose your most regular customer?” You added the last part with a chuckle, taking a sip of your drink right after.

Chris chuckled. “So you’re saying you only talk to me ‘cause of Herbie?”

You almost choked on your drink. “N–no. Of course not. You’re a good friend, Chris. Truly”.

He placed his drink on the desk, and a smirk made its way onto his face. “Just a good friend?”

“Uhh… A great friend?” You laughed softly, drinking some more of your soda.

Chris went silent for a moment. As you saw him worry at his bottom lip and looking anywhere but where you were standing, you wondered if you had said something wrong. That was, until he chuckled.

“I don’t think I’m a good friend, to be honest”, he crossed his arms over his chest, bouncing his leg a bit. “Good friends don’t secretly hope for their friend’s car to break down so they’d call them for help”.

You were just bringing your bottle to your lips, but his words made you stop in your tracks. “What?”

Chris looked at you for a moment. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but then he was tipping his head to the side and laughing. “God, I seriously didn’t believe Jisung at first, but you really are dense for some things, aren’t you?”

“I am… so confused right now”.

Chris shook his head a bit, and he walked closer to you. “Let me tell you a secret…” He got into your space, close enough that you could smell his perfume, and the proximity made you swallow the saliva that seemed to have suddenly pooled in your mouth. Leaning into you, he brought his mouth to your ear, whispering. “I really, really like you”.

You blinked, and you honestly felt like your brain had short-circuited. “You… What?”

No way was Christopher Bang telling you he liked you. There was just no way. You would’ve noticed… You would’ve, right? You definitely would’ve… Wouldn’t have you noticed?

Suddenly you remembered Jisung. How he’d tried to tell you multiple times throughout the past few months that Chris was flirting with you, that you should shoot your shot, but you honestly had never believed him, because it seemed just so ridiculous to you that Chris could even look at you in that light.

“I’ve, uh… liked you for a while. A long, long while”, Chris pulled himself away from your space completely, and he looked at your face for a moment. A moment that you stayed completely silent, still trying to process the fact that Chris liked you… And for a while now.

You saw his brows furrow as he chewed on his bottom lip. Then he was speaking again. “I just… couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore. When we hugged earlier I realised I wanted to do that more, and that I should probably grow a pair and tell you already. I’d like to take you on a date, if you want, but I can understand if you don’t want to…”

He was rambling. A lot. Saying a lot of things. This was the Nervous Chris you’d only seen a couple of times, the Nervous Chris whose coping mechanism was just to jump to conclusions and talk in a single breath. Suddenly, it all seemed to click into place. The good morning texts, the selfies, the late night talks at the shop after Herbie had died on you time and time again, it was so clear to you now.

“If you don’t like me back that’s fine, you can just say so, I won’t take it to hear–”

You kissed him.

It was barely anything. Just a peck on the lips, but it was enough to shut him up, enough to make his eyes go wide in surprise, and, to your own selfish delight, enough to bring a delicate blush to his cheeks.

“I like you, too”, you said simply, still a bit shocked by his confession, a bit shocked by your confession coming out of your own mouth. You honestly never thought you’d be able to say that to him out loud, but you did. Just like he had.

Chris looked stunned for a bit. But that stunned look didn’t last long, it quickly turned to something else, something raw and incredibly alluring. Stepping into your space again, he brought a hand to the back of your head, holding you in place just as his other hand took the bottle from your hands to place it on the tool cart next to you, right as his lips found yours.

This kiss was nothing like the peck you’d given him. It was loaded with need and want and lust. So much of all of it you couldn’t even believe how blind you’d been. Every press of his lips against yours kindled the fire that started to burn in the pit of your stomach. When his hand joined the other cradling your head, you just couldn’t help the small whimper that came out of your mouth, and that tiny noise seemed to have spurred Chris on, enough to press you flush against the wall as his tongue made its way inside your mouth, as your arms wrapped around his waist.

Heat was spreading quickly inside of you, and you were starting to feel lightheaded–whether it was due to the shock, or due to how Chris was pressing you against the wall, or due to the motions of his kiss and the lack of oxygen, you weren’t too sure. One of your hands laid palm flat on the small of his back, while the other pressed between his shoulder blades, and the hum that came out of his mouth seemed to have travelled all the way to your heart, making it beat even faster in your chest.

Chris detached his mouth from yours, only for a moment, enough to talk. “Does this mean…” He pressed another kiss on your lips. “That you’d like…” And another. “To go on a date?” This kiss lasted a bit longer than the others, it lasted until you nodded your head.

“Yes”, you pressed a kiss on his lips, just as your arms moved to loop around his neck and his wrapped around your waist, keeping you impossibly closer to him. “Would love to”.

He hummed again, and he immediately resumed the soft movement of his lips on yours. Keeping you tight against him for a while. Until it seemed like his brain had caught up with him.

“We should probably stop”, but he didn’t stop kissing you, just like you didn’t, either. You just couldn’t get enough of his full lips on yours, of his tongue pushing against yours.

“Do you want to?” Your fingers made their way through the curls at the back of his head, holding the strands between them just how you’d dreamt to do so many times throughout the past handful of months.

“God, no”, and you believed him, not only because of how desperate he sounded when he said it, but also because he just kept kissing you, talking in between quick pecks of his lips. “But I don’t want… to make it seem… like this is all I want… You know?”

You knew. You knew because you were thinking exactly the same thing. You could feel him against your pubic bone, hard, warm, and it all made you incredibly wet, maybe embarrassingly so. But this was Chris, it was hard to feel embarrassed with him, which was part of the reason why you had developed feelings for him in the first place.

You hummed, just to let him know that you understood what he was trying to say without removing your lips from his. As you kissed him, as you felt him and his warmth, your mind started to cloud a bit. The mix of his motions, of the months and months of pining for him, and the even more months of self-inflicted celibacy clearly made it so logical thinking wasn’t your strongest attribute at this time.

“Would you still… take me on a date… if I sucked you off right now?” The words flew past your mouth between kisses, too fast for you to even think twice and stop them.

“Shit…” Chris pulled himself away from your lips completely, looking you in the eyes. As you took in the flush on his face, his plush, kiss-bitten lips, and his blown pupils, you couldn’t help but think just how incredibly beautiful he looked like this. “Are you being serious?”

“Dead serious”, your chest was heaving, and your fingers carded through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails, making Chris bite his lip and take a deep breath.

“Of course I would. I’d take you to the fucking moon even if I got it wet right now”.

You chuckled at that, and pressed a brief kiss on his lips. “A date is enough, babe”.

“Babe, huh?” Chris took a deep breath, just as you pushed him away from you a bit, enough to have space so you could drop to your knees, uncaring of your bare skin touching the floor. All you could care about was the outline of his length against his clothes when you pressed your hand on it.

“Sorry, you don’t like ‘babe’?” You looked up at him, right in the eyes, just as you untied the sleeves of his boilersuit from around his waist.

“I like it a lot, actually”, there was a bit of a smug smirk on his face, and it had you licking your lips.

Just as you were about to pull the bottom of his suit further down, he brought a hand to one of yours, diverting your eyes back up to his. His gaze had softened, and the smile on his face coupled with that look in his eyes made you flush further. “You don’t have to, seriously. Don’t feel obligated to do it”.

“I don’t”, you reassured him. “I want to do it. Badly. But only if you want it, too”.

“Fuck… I do. So bad”, he licked his lips, and he moved his hand away from yours to place it on your head instead. “You’ve got no idea how much, shit…”

So you resumed your motions, tugging his bottoms along with his underwear, enough for his length to spring free of its confinements. You weren’t surprised with the sight, honestly. A pretty face like his surely came with a pretty cock, too. So of fucking course it was pretty, especially so as precum pooled at its tip, especially when it looked just so delectably hard. It was a bit on the girthier side, but nothing too crazy, nothing you couldn’t handle. If anything, it just made your mouth water, and you licked your lips in anticipation.

“Shit…” You took him in your hand, spreading around the bead of precum that had collected on his tip to give him a couple of tentative pumps, making him swear under his breath and bite his bottom lip. “How do you like it?”

“Fuck… sloppy. Make it as wet as you can, the messier the better”, the words flew past his lips, completely shamelessly, almost as if he didn’t even need to think about them. Chris seemed to be transfixed on the sight of your hand working his length, and you took that opportunity to spit on it, making him groan while you started to coat him in your saliva.

So you delayed no further, dying for a taste, and a taste you got. As soon as your lips wrapped around his tip Chris swore. Loudly. He threw his head back and his fingers seemed to tighten a bit on your head, but he didn’t move you, he let you keep the pace as you saw fit. You started slow, holding him by the base and just bobbing your head for your lips to repeatedly catch on the ridge of his head and for your tongue to rub against the frenulum on the underside, taking him deeper into your mouth with every other stroke.

The moment you opened your eyes and your gaze found his, your inner walls involuntarily clenched around nothing, and suddenly you felt like you needed some relief. But you ultimately decided to keep your focus on Chris, on his lustful gaze, on his furrowed brows, on his gentle hold on your head, and the grunts and groans threatening to come out of his mouth, dampened by the way his teeth trapped his bottom lip.

He wanted it messy and sloppy, so you were ready to give it to him messy and sloppy. It’d been a while since you’d done this, but you’d be damned if you didn’t at least try. With a deep breath, you took him in deeper, breaching past the initial resistance for him to ease into your throat.

“Oh, fuck… You’re kidding… Shit…” Chris threw his head back, letting the most delicious noises out of his mouth, almost making you lightheaded with how aroused his heavy cock in your mouth coupled with his blissed out sounds got you.

You took your time slurping him up, uncaring if saliva dribbled out of your mouth as you worked against your gag reflex, feeling tears quickly collect in the corner of your eyes. When you felt confident enough with your motions, you brought your hand to his that held your head in place, while you placed the other on his hip, holding him tightly.

“You want me to move, pretty? Fuck your perfect little mouth?” You nodded in response, humming around his length.

Slowly, he started to thrust into your mouth. Chris was being extremely careful, being mindful of every controlled push of his hips, but even with his slow pace, you couldn’t help but moan as soon as he started moving, making him groan in response. That was when you finally gave into your own desires, moving your hand away from his that lay on your head to bring it under your dress so you could press circles on your clit over your underwear, eliciting broken whimpers from your mouth.

“Shit, look at you…” Chris looked fucked out of his mind already, with his heaving chest and the increasing pace of his hips. You were sure you weren’t looking any more collected than he was, especially when you started to feel tears finally fall from the corner of your eyes every time you blinked.

With one particularly precise thrust of his hips, Chris’ length went in further than you were used to, essentially choking you on his cock, making you gag harshly. Chris pulled his length out of your mouth, and you gasped for air immediately.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, so fucking good with that mouth… Come here, beautiful”, Chris helped you to your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist once you were standing on your feet and pressing kisses all over your cheeks. You were still panting a bit, flushed from exertion, but Chris kissed you anyway, and you kissed him back, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “Need to taste you”, he mumbled between pecks of his lips. “Please, please, please let me eat you out”.

You just nodded, very eagerly if you might add. But you honestly couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed about it, not when Chris begged so fervently for it. Just the thought of seeing him between your legs had you already clenching with need.

While you kissed, Chris removed his arms from your waist. You felt him fumble with his underwear and his boilersuit, hastily wrapping it around his waist, and before you could even register what he was doing, he was taking a hold of your ass and scooping you into his arms.

“Chris, fuck, wait. I’m heavy as hell”, you were slightly alarmed, but your legs wrapped around his waist for stability anyway just as you held onto his shoulders.

“Heavy?” Chris chuckled, moving towards his desk. “Baby, I can lift almost thrice your weight”.

“You, what?” You asked, a bit confused–and also aroused, because, fuck, how strong was this man…–Chris pushed away some of the items on his desk to sit you on it, close to the edge. After all the revelations that had come to light earlier, it finally dawned on you. “Is that… why you asked what my weight was all those months ago?”

“Of course! Needed to make sure that if I ever got a chance I was able to do everything I wanted”, he dropped to his knees, starting to press tender kisses up your shins. “Must admit I had to stop whole hip thrust sets sometimes because I’d get so fucking hard halfway through, fuck”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, a hearty, and slightly incredulous laugh. “Holy shit. I genuinely thought you would tell me I had to lose weight at some point”.

“What? I’d never”, Chris chuckled, bringing his hands to your thighs, squeezing them. “I mean, it’s your body, you can do whatever you want, but know that I find you incredibly attractive however you look”, he moved his hands further up, right under the hem of your dress to finally hook his fingers on the waistband of your underwear. “Can I take these off, gorgeous?”

“Yes”, you giggled, feeling yourself heating up further just by his words and the feeling of his hands on your skin. With your hands on the desk you lifted your hips enough for him to slip the garment down your legs and off of you. He threw your underwear on the desk, and they landed somewhere behind you.

Bringing his hands back to your thighs, Chris rubbed circles with his thumbs for a second, only to finally move them further up, catching the hem of your dress and bringing it with him as he went. You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden. That was, until he finally pushed your legs apart. With the way he swore under his breath and the way his eyes seemed to get impossibly darker as soon as he took sight of your seeping core, any nervousness seemed to have been obliterated, and you couldn’t help but feel just so incredibly wanted.

“Fuck… Even here, huh?” He threw your legs over his shoulders, and you felt yourself heat up in anticipation. “Plump, pretty… Shit…”

Desire pooled in the pit of your stomach, it was honestly almost pathetic how affected you felt just by the things he was saying and the sight of him between your legs.

“You know…” Chris pressed his lips to your inner thigh, sucking harshly, leaving marks on your skin, making you inhale a shaky breath. “This is the exact same dress you were wearing the first time you came into my shop”.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. “You remember what I was wearing?”

“Hm, ‘course I do”, he moved his attention back to your eyes, just as he pressed a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. “I’ve been dreaming of you in this fucking dress for months, baby…”

“You have?”

“I have”, one of his hands came to grip your thigh, while the other moved to your hip, giving you a hefty squeeze. “How do you like it, pretty? Or how do you not like it, for that matter?”

You licked your lips, suddenly transfixed by the sight of his lips brushing your skin. “Gentle sucks go a long way. I’m a bit, uh… sensitive”.

“Sensitive, huh? ‘Course you are… Hold this for me, hm?” He took a hold of your hand and brought it to one of your thighs, just as he spread you open further, propping your foot on the desk. So you did as asked, keeping your legs open as he diverted his attention back to your heat. “Good girl… Just like that…”

As soon as he spread you with two of his fingers, and he dived, landing soft, tentative licks on your clit, you knew you were done for. Your whole body jolted a bit, and a soft whimper escaped your mouth. “Oh, fuck…”

Chris just hummed, moving to lick at your entrance, getting a taste of your essence with his brows pulled together, looking just so fucking delighted. Just the thought that he was genuinely enjoying himself got you moaning a bit louder under the quickening movements of his tongue, and as soon as his lips pressed on your clit, giving you those gentle sucks you had asked for, your mind just disconnected completely.

He took his time working you up, turning you to a whimpering mess just with his lips and his tongue, gradually increasing his tempo to build your upcoming release. Whenever he dipped lower to lick at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit with every movement of his head, he was essentially making out with your cunt and you would gladly let him do whatever and however he wanted. Your nerve endings were on fire, your toes curled with need, and your walls clenched with his unrelenting pace.

When he detached his mouth from your core you almost wanted to cry, but he only did it for a second, enough to ask a “Fingers, baby?” only to press his lips to your sensitive skin again, sucking your clit into his mouth and licking it with his tongue.

You weren’t sure if the ‘Yes’ actually came out of your mouth, you vaguely only registered your eager nodding and the soft moan that escaped your lips as soon as you felt one of his digits at your entrance. Chris groaned against your skin as soon as he inserted the first finger to the knuckle, the vibration of the sound further fueling that fire in the pit of your stomach. He pumped his finger in tandem with his tongue on your clit, touching and prodding and gauging your reactions to his every move.

One particularly sharp nudge of his finger on your walls had you moaning a bit louder than you were before, and Chris seemed to have picked it up immediately, because he plunged a second finger right after and started pumping his digits in and out, hitting that sweet spot over and over while his lips gently sucked on your clit. You needed to have a hand on the desk to keep yourself up, to maintain some stability, so you shuffled your foot a bit and simply let go of your thigh to bring the hand that was holding it to his head, burying your fingers in his hair and pushing him further against you with a whimper.

Chris groaned as soon as your fingers threaded through his hair, immediately picking up the pace of his fingers and his tongue, bringing you further and further towards the edge, and God if you needed to tip over that edge… With how well he was working you up you felt your lower belly tighten with exertion, and your walls spasm more frequently around his fingers.

“Chris… Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking close, please–” You almost choked with the moan that came out of your mouth after you spoke, since Chris immediately started ramming his fingers into you harder, faster, just as his plush, now swollen lips kept sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.

He was absolutely determined to give you your relief, and as soon as you were able to open your eyes and look at him, the look in his eyes, lustful, greedy, was enough to finally push you over the edge. Searing heat spread all over your body with your release, pure pleasure overflowed each and every one of your senses, making you perceive nothing but Chris, Chris, Chris, and his lips between your legs, and his hair between your fingers, and his fingers inside of you.

Chris’ motions didn’t relent until you were thoroughly satisfied, until you weakly pushed on his head with a ‘Shit, baby, enough, please’ when he had you on the brink of oversensitivity. As soon as his mouth detached from your heat, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his lips, sucking them clean before he finally stood up and caught your mouth in a heated kiss. The fact that you could taste yourself on his lips only seemed to spur you on further, making you whimper while you brought a hand to the back of his head and took a handful of his curls to finally get completely lost in the motions of his kiss.

“So pretty, fuck…” He mumbled when his mouth disconnected from yours, cradling your head in his hands as he smothered your face with kisses. “So fucking gorgeous when you come for me, shit…”

His borderline adoring words had you feeling tingly all over, somehow both making your heart swell in your chest and your walls involuntarily flutter even when they were still sporadically spasming from the after effects of your orgasm. When Chris kissed you again, you looped your arms around his neck just as his hands found your hips, pulling him flush to you, heaving chest against heaving chest, getting lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands kneading your flesh.

“Holy fuck”, you chuckled as soon as Chris’ lips parted from yours, and he followed suit, chuckling while he made his way to your neck, to press kisses all over your skin.

“Mmm, I know, right?”

Chris hugged you close, leisurely kissing and licking your neck and shoulders. His soft, lingering touches seemed to shoot straight to the deepest areas within your heart, and even though you’d just had a mind-numbing orgasm, you certainly wanted more. More of him.

“Chris?” You mumbled, hugging him a bit tighter.

“Mm?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then moved to take his earlobe between your teeth, tugging gently before you whispered, “want you”.

Chris took in a shaky breath, and he pulled himself away from your neck to look at your face. God, you wanted to kiss him, his flushed face and his swollen lips would be a sight that’d haunt your wettest dreams from now on, you just knew.

He licked his lips. “We don’t have to, pretty”.

“Mm… You’re right, we don’t have to”, dragging one of your hands from his shoulders, down his chest, his abdomen, all the way to his length, you pressed your palm firmly, feeling him still hard under your grasp. “But do you want to?”

“Fuck, yeah, I want to”, Chris held your hips tighter, and you wondered if you’d see bruises tomorrow just as he placed a kiss on your lips. “I want you so bad”.

“You have me. Right here, baby. You can have me right here”, you mumbled against his lips, pressing a kiss there right after, just as Chris swore under his breath.

“Shit… Gimme a sec”, he detached himself from you, rounding the desk and pulling one of the drawers open, muttering to himself. “There were some here, I’m sure…”

You turned to look at him, oddly amused by the way he carelessly moved things around in his drawers. “What are you looking for?”

“Aha! These”, he pulled a three piece box of condoms, and he turned it around a few times in his hand with a frown on his face. “I seriously hope these aren’t expired…”

You chuckled at the sight of his focused face, amused, but also incredibly curious. “Why do you even have a box of condoms in your desk’s drawers? How many girls have you had in here?”

“Believe it or not, you’re the first one”, he chuckled, opening the package and taking one of the foil packets out, examining it closely for a moment, only to finally heave a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Not expired”.

With a smile on your lips, you quirked a brow at him, just as you watched him round the desk again to stand in front of you. He shrugged to your silent question, taking the foil packet between his teeth so he could untie the top of his boilersuit from around his hips and tug the rest and his underwear down enough so his length was free again, and you’d admit you got a bit distracted by the sight.

With the corner of the condom packet still held in place by his teeth, he finally tore it open, and you took the bit of foil that was still in his mouth to drop it somewhere on the desk while Chris carefully slid the condom down his length.

“You’d be surprised how many things a condom can be used for when working with cars. They’re always useful when you need to get creative and use whatever you have at hand”, Chris stood between your parted legs, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing.

“What kind of MacGyver bullshit is that?” You chuckled, but the sound quickly turned into a surprised yelp when Chris held you tightly and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk.

“They’ve always been helpful when I’ve needed them”, leaning into you, Chris placed a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a kiss just as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slit, spreading your juices around and teasing your clit in the process, making you whimper into his mouth. “But I’ll be honest, I’ve never been more happy to have them at hand than I do right now”.

You brought a hand to play with the hair at the back of his head, pulling him for a brief kiss. “Put them to good use, then”.

“Demanding, are we?” Chris chuckled, but he lined himself with your entrance anyway, slowly easing his length into your heat. “Oh, shit…”

It was a stretch, alright, but he was being just so incredibly careful, and you appreciated it, you really did. But you were also incredibly desperate to be filled, so you wrapped your legs around his torso and pushed on his ass with your heel, urging him on, making him jut his hips further forward.

“Shit… Have mercy on me, will you?” He mumbled against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss on your skin while his now free hand made its way to your hip again, holding you tightly.

“Want you”, you replied simply, probably whinier and less demanding that you were trying to sound, but Chris complied with your request anyway, finally thrusting all the way in, making you gasp with just how incredibly full you felt.

“Want you, too”, he pressed his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. The thought of waking up tomorrow and seeing his marks on your neck or your hips made you flush impossibly further, even as he moved along to press kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulder. “Want you so bad I’m genuinely about to burst just by being inside you right now. Need a second”.

Bringing a hand to his cheek, you made him turn away from your shoulder to look at you, and the way he bit his lip before he leaned in for a kiss had you involuntarily clenching around him, eliciting a choked groan from his lips.

“Fuck, driving me nuts… Seriously, we’re gonna have… the best fucking date ever… You’ll see…” He mumbled his words between kisses, and it genuinely had you laughing, because of course he was still thinking about your future date. “C’mon, beautiful. Hold on to me”.

So you did, bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders, burying one of your hands in his hair, all while he placed one hand on the small of your back, and the other on the desk for stability. Finally, Chris moved, starting a rhythm with precise thrusts, making you gasp at the sensation of his length dragging against your walls, making him groan.

“Fuck, shit… That’s good. So good. Feel so fucking perfect around me, baby. Perfect”, with the increase of his tempo you could barely register the words coming out of his mouth, all you could do was whine while you nodded in agreement, hoping that he, too, would know how just incredibly good he felt inside of you.

The way Chris kissed you, almost desperate, the way he started to ram into you, stretching you so deliciously you were already starting to feel lightheaded, all combined had that little bit of sanity you had left in you leave your body entirely, finally letting you succumb to just your utmost primal need for pleasure. But more specifically, for pleasure you could share with Chris.

You honestly couldn’t tell how long you spent getting pounded to that desk, you could just feel Chris’ cock repeatedly splitting you open and his lips on yours and the words that he’d occasionally mumble against your skin, his words of praise and encouragement that had you once again feeling tingly all over, words that fed that pool of arousal inside of you, threatening to spill it all over. You vaguely registered words of your own leave your mouth, too. Words that seemed to spur him on, that seemed to pull blissed-out sounds from his lips and yours nonstop.

“Lean back a bit for me, gorgeous”, and you couldn’t help but comply, removing one of your hands from his shoulders to place it behind you to lean on it, leaving just enough space between your bodies for Chris to sneak his hand between your bodies, finding your clit and drawing fervent circles on your already oversensitive bud, eliciting a moan from your lips as soon as he did. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby. Just like that, milk my cock just like that, huh…”

“Chris–” You honestly weren’t sure what you were even going to tell him, you could just feel your next high approaching increasingly fast, and you needed it. You needed it badly.

“It’s fine, pretty. Whenever you’re ready, just let go”, he mumbled the words against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss on it, a complete contrast to his sharp thrusts and the fast movement of his fingers between your legs. “Want to feel you so bad, fuck…”

“Shit–” With a few more flicks of his fingers on your clit, you finally got that sweet, sweet relief. The feeling spread all throughout your body, dragging sounds of pure, unadulterated pleasure out of your mouth, making your legs shake from exertion as you tried to keep your hold around Chris’ torso.

Bringing both of his hands to your hips for leverage, Chris chased his own release, his grunts and groans getting lost in your mouth while he kissed you again. One, two, three thrusts and he was flush against you, shooting his load into the condom while he was buried as deep as he could within your warmth, a mix of his groans and your name and a colourful string of swears flying past his lips as he rode the waves of his ecstasy with minute rolls of his hips.

“Holy fuck”, he cradled your face in his hands, pulling you in for one more heated kiss while he came down from his high, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“I agree”, you were panting a bit, breathless, leaning back on both of your hands as you tried to catch your breath.

Chris laughed, a hearty laugh that had a smile appearing on your face immediately. Taking a hold of the condom by the base of his length to make sure it was secure in place, he finally pulled out, carefully sliding it off of him, tying a knot and throwing it in the bin by his desk. You missed his warmth inside of you immediately.

Taking a roll of toilet paper from one of the tool carts nearby, he quickly cleaned any remnants of his release from his length before he was tucking it back into his briefs, finally wrapping the top of his boilersuit around his waist again. With more paper in hand Chris asked you to ‘please open up those pretty legs for me, hm?’ so he could clean you up, helping you back into your underwear right after.

As soon as you were standing back on your–admittedly unsteady–feet, Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a quick kiss on your lips only to move up and press another on your forehead. “You okay?”

“I’m more than okay”, you chuckled, melting into his embrace. “Everything hurts, though. How’re you?”

“On cloud nine”, he replied simply, giving you one of his blinding smiles, making your heart race with the sight.

When Chris finally detached himself from you, he reached for the soda he’d taken out of your hands earlier, giving it back to you once you told him ‘I still want to drink it. Even if it’s not cold anymore, seriously’, and after a bit of back and forth he simply relented.

“Would you…” Chris started to ask, while he bent down to take the bag out of the bin. “Would you like to come to my place? I mean, I can take you to yours, too, that’s fine, but I figured, you know, you could stay over, and we could have dinner, and I can make you breakfast tomorrow, and I’m sure Wolfgang would love to see you, and we could cuddle to sleep, you know? But if you don’t want to, it’s fin–”

You took a hold of his hand, squeezing it in yours to stop his rambling. “I’d love to”.

Chris just giggled a bit, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and tugging you out of his office back to the garage once he’d switched off the light. When you were outside, you made your way to his 4X4, watching him chuck the small bin bag from his office into the bigger bin out in the garage and going through the motions of switching every light off in here, too.

As you watched him, your eyes drifted to Herbie, parked in his–by now–usual spot. Maybe Chris was right, maybe it was time you considered letting him go. He’d served you well for those two months at the beginning, and when you were in a pinch he was very forgiving, but his condition was unsustainable at this point.

As soon as Chris was by your side again he gave you a kiss for good measure, opening his 4X4’s passenger door for you. You just smiled at him, pressing one more kiss on his lips before you finally hopped in. Chris rounded the bonnet and started to very animatedly talk about a funny thing Wolfgang had done just this morning, gesturing with his hands while he recounted the event, making you laugh.

While Chris drove you two to his place, with soft music playing on the radio, with his hand occasionally shifting from the gear lever to squeeze your thigh, all while a light, easy conversation flowed between you two, you figured that Herbie might’ve been the worst financial decision you’d ever made, but at the very least, he’d brought you to Chris, so you really couldn’t hold a grudge against him, not when you felt so incredibly light and couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

You can find part two here

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thewonderofkpop · 1 month ago

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Check Under My Hood

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word count: 3,544

Content warnings: Fluff, suggestive

Summary: Your car breaks down on the side of the road about 3 miles away from the repair shop you noticed on your drive back and forth. What happens when the owner of said shop happens to be a muscular handsome man who has a kind heart and a slight knight in shining armor complex?

“No, no, no, no. C’mon please!” You begged in dismay as your car began to slow to an almost crawl. Quickly you turned your steering wheel to the side and guided your car to the shoulder of the road before easing on the brake and stopping the car before parking it. You sighed loudly and defeatedly as you leant forward and rested your forehead on your steering wheel while glaring at the lit up engine light on your dashboard. You had thought you had a few more miles for the repair shop in town before your car would give up on you but sadly that wasn’t the case.

Groaning loudly you knew that you would have to walk the rest of the way to the repair shop and it was at least another three miles down the road. Hitting your head repeatedly on the steering wheel you whined softly to yourself before sighing and sitting back up in your seat. You grabbed your purse off the passenger side seat before stepping out of your car with your keys in hand. Locking your car you turned your head towards the direction that you needed to head in and sighed softly as the sun glinted off your dark sunglasses, it was gonna be a long walk.

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The sound of rock music flitted through the air as you slowly walked along the side of the road feeling overheated and exhausted. Wiping the back of your hand against your forehead you sighed with relief as your eyes darted over to the mechanic shop and heard the loud whirring of a drill from inside the garage. Double checking the road you tried to quickly make it across to the mechanic’s shop but stumbled as your feet hit a lifted piece of pavement. You yelped as you began to fall forward keeping your hands out to catch you on the hard pavement when suddenly a strong muscled arm wrapped around your waist and held you hovering above the ground.

”Woah! Easy there!” A pleasant voice from behind you sounded and you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment as the arm righted you back on your feet and then turned you swiftly making your head spin. You felt woozy as your brain kept spinning from the swift movement and black spots began to appear in your eyesight. A taller looming man with kind concerned brown eyes looked down at you before his head turned and yelled out for help.

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Groaning softly you frowned as your head rolled on your neck tiredly before your eyes fluttered open lazily. Darting your eyes around the small room you noticed that it was an office of some sort with card boxes piled up in tall stacks along the back wall. Lifting your head slowly you groaned again while raising a hand to the back of your neck and rubbing it to try and massage the kink out of your muscles.

Suddenly the door opened quickly and your eyes darted over to the tall man who stood in the doorway. He was dressed in a dirty white tank top and a pair of blue coveralls with the top half of them tied around his waist covering his legs while a pair of tan steel toed work boots and a well worn black baseball cap with some obscure logo on it made up his entire outfit.

”Oh! You’re awake finally!” He said surprised to see that you were awake in the office. He disappeared from the doorway for a moment before he was striding back into the office holding a water bottle in his hand. “Here sip slowly.” He instructed you before he opened the water bottle for you and handed it to you.

He then took a seat on the desk in front of you as he watched you carefully took small sips of the water. He smiled happily as he watched you before he nodded his head at you.

”Good. So looks like you got overheated and dehydrated on your walk. Where were you coming from? And where were you going?” He asked curiously as he tilted his head to the side while crossing his arms over his chest. His hat sat atop his head with a jaunty tilt and your eyes took him appreciatively before you looked up at his face as you saw the smug smirk on his lips.

”Came from my broken down car and I was walking to here. Thought I could drive it all the way here but it broke down on me about three miles back.” You told him in a raspy scratchy voice. He nodded his head at your explanation before slipping off the desk to stand in front of you.

”Alright finish that water and then come find me in the garage. I’ll drive the tow truck out to your car and tow it back here. We’ll take a look at it and see what we can do for you.” He said easily and you nodded your head thankfully.

”Thank you.” You told him softly and he smiled a lopsided smile at you before winking and then grinning before he left the office. You felt the blush on your cheeks at his teasing wink before you shook your head at his antics before sipping slowly at the water bottle.

When you had finished the water you tossed it into the small garbage can you found at the side of the desk before standing from your chair and stretching tiredly. You then left the office and made your way into the loud chaotic garage. There were multiple cars lifted on hydraulic lifts as men yelled and called out to each other throughout the garage. There were two men bent over the hood of an old Cadillac talking to each other as their arms were buried deep in the engine of the car. Another three men were standing at the side of the garage laughing at a joke one of them had told the others. Two others are peering under a large SUV as one of them holds a drill in one of his hands as they talk about something that you can’t hear. And then finally there is the man who had been in the office with you walking towards you with a wide smile on his face, your eyes take him in once more and you notice the swagger he holds as he walks and you can’t help but feel desire course through you. The man is sex on legs and he has a certain confidence about him that just draws you in each time.

”Ready to go get your car?” He asks with that smug smirk on his face again and you roll your eyes goodnaturedly causing him to chuckle softly at you.

”Yes, please.” You say softly, feeling the eyes of the other men on you as you step closer to the man in front of you.

”I’ll be back guys. Gonna tow a car in for repair.” He called out before he began to guide you towards the tow truck that was parked out front. “Got your keys and stuff?” He asked and you nodded as you patted your purse that hung over your shoulder. “Good, here let me help you up.” He said easily as he opened the passenger side door of the tow truck and easily lifted you up into the seat causing you to yelp and grab onto his shoulders as he smirked softly at you. “Love hearing that sound you make, especially when I cause it.” He teases softly and you gape at him silently.

He then closes the door once you’re settled in the seat before running around the front of the truck and hopping up into the driver’s seat. He grins at you before he starts up the truck and pulls out of the parking lot of the garage while loud rock music plays over the stereo.

”So do you live around here or something? Normally we don’t get a lot of business from people we don’t know.” He says loudly over the stereo and you grimace slightly at how loud it all is. “Sorry, Bin and Han like the music loud.” He says quickly as he lowers the volume on the stereo.

”I just moved to the area actually. Was driving back and forth from the city to my new place. I saw your repair shop on one of my trips back and forth and the engine light has been on since I hit the county line.” You told him and he nodded his head.

”Yeah that trip is usually hard on cars. Why’d you move from the city if you don’t mind my asking?” He asked as he kept his eyes on the road.

”I needed a change. The city is just so busy and I was getting burnt out from work.” You told him honestly and he nodded his head at your words.

”Yeah I hear that. So do you need a job? Or do you have something lined up?” He asked curiously as his eyes darted over to you for a moment before turning back to the road.

”Oh no, I have something already lined up. I start a remote medical coding position in a week.” You tell him and suddenly realize how open you’re being with him and grow slightly cautious but he smiles widely at you before turning back to the road.

”That’s pretty impressive. You had to do schooling for that right?” He asks curiously and you nod your head at his question.

”Yeah I went through a nine month program and got my certificate for it while working full time in the city. Then just began applying for jobs and found one that fit what I wanted.” You said conversationally before growing quiet once more realizing how much you had told him. He chuckled softly and you turned to look at him.

”I’ve been told I’m very easy to open to.” He said with a slightly embarrassed grin trying to make you feel better.

”You don’t say.” You said teasingly as you chuckled softly and he laughed loudly at your words before shrugging slightly.

”Call it my natural charm.” He suggested and you laughed softly at him while shaking your head.

”I’ll say.” You teased and he burst out into laughter again. “So since I’ve told you my life story so far can I get your name?” You asked him as you leaned across the long bench seat towards him and he grinned cheekily at you.

”Do I get yours in return?” He asked smoothly and you faked thinking about it before nodding your head.

”Couldn’t hurt. You already know more about me.” You said with a shrug.

”Name’s Christopher Chan Bahng. But you can call me Chris or Chan.” He said easily and you smiled at him as. You gave him your name as. well. “That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.” He teased and you laughed surprised at his flirting as he grimaced at it. “I know, I know. That was bad.” He admitted and you laughed loudly as you nodded your head.

”At least you realized it and I didn’t have to tell you.” You joked as you continued to laugh.

”Alright, alright chuckles.” He said softly with a twist of his lips as he pulled up to your car. “This you chuckles?” He asked with a grin and you smiled while nodding your head. He easily pulled the tow truck in front of your car before hopping out and hooking your car to the tow truck and then driving it back to the garage.

There two of the guys who had been joking at the side of the garage were waiting eagerly to get started on the car. They helped Chris get the car backed up into a bay and unhooked it from the tow truck. When you hopped out of the tow truck you heard Chris talking to the two of them authoritatively.

”I’m gonna be working on this one.” He told the two guys who looked over at him with confused looks on their faces before their eyes darted over to you and then sly smirks slipped onto their faces. The taller one raised his hands in faux surrender as they both quickly left to park the tow truck for him. “Have a seat over there. Can’t have you passing out on me again.” Chris says easily as he points to a chair set up against the wall near where he had parked your car. You do as you’re told and Chris easily pops your hood to see what he’s got to work with.

He easily gets to work and you lose yourself in watching him, he moves so fluidly and effortlessly that you’re instantly mesmerized by him. Embarrassingly he catches you staring a few times as the two of you talk while he works and he soon can’t keep the smirk from his face as you roll your eyes at him and try to keep the blush from your cheeks.

The way his muscles stretch and flex as he moves as your eyes raking over him hungrily and you try to keep your eyes at a respectable place on him but you find yourself checking out his whole body while he works. And when he gets on a small roller cart to get under your car you nearly groan out loud at the image he presents. Thankfully you’re able to bite your lip hard to curb the sound just barely from escaping your mouth.

”Alright I think that should do it.” He says as he slides out from underneath your car and you have to bite your lip once more as a whimper bubbles up your throat as you watch him move. “Let me just start up and clear the engine codes and you should be good to go.” He said with a nod of his head, you nod your head along with him feeling dread begin to fill you at the thought that your time with Chris was ending.

He easily slides into your car and starts it up listening to the engine turn over effortlessly and you grin brightly at him through your front windshield. His answering grin mirrors yours and relief fills you that your car is working again. When Chris cuts the engine and slides back out of your car he waves you over to the office on the other side of the garage and you notice the other guys watching you with knowing smirks and looks on their faces.

”So it was an easy fix and didn’t take long to get it done.” Chris says easily as he slumps into his desk chair while you take the seat you had originally claimed when you woke up in the office.

”How much do I owe you?” You ask and Chris smiles softly as he looks up at you while typing away at his computer. He quotes you a price that seems way to low for all the work he did on your car and you furrow your brow at him. “That’s all?” You ask and he bursts out in laughter once more.

”Well with the pretty lady discount and the good company discount it dropped it down to that price.” He teases you and you flush brightly at his flirting.

“Is this how you always do business?” You ask with a soft smirk slipping onto your face and he smiles softly while shaking his head no.

”Nah, you’re the first.” He admits and your eyes widen at his admission before you hand him your credit card. He grins softly at you before running your car and printing out a receipt for you.

When he walks you back to your car which is now parked in the parking lot in front of the garage you’re hoping that he’ll ask you for your number. After all the talking and flirting the two of you done all day you’re hoping it’ll mean he wants more with you. But as he shuts your driver side door for you and leans down into the window he tells you to have a good night and get home safe before insisting you come back to his garage if you ever have any car trouble. You feel dejected and disappointed when he doesn’t offer his number or ask for yours and you sigh softly before nodding your head.

”Thanks for helping me Chris. I really appreciate it.” You tell him honestly and he nods his head before standing straight and taps your car door twice before stepping back and allowing you to pull out of the parking lot. You drive home questioning if all the flirting was just to put you at ease and meant nothing to him.

*-*-*-*

The next week finds you back at Chris’ garage and parking your car in front of the open bay doors. You sit in your car for a moment surveying who’s in the garage today as you try to work up the courage to get out of your car and walk up to the office. You had been debating visiting the garage again but after a week of second guessing your every interaction with Chris you couldn’t handle it anymore. There wasn’t anything wrong with your car but you couldn’t think of any other reason to come visit him after he didn’t ask for your number.

Suddenly there’s a tapping on your driver side window and you jerk away from it in surprise and shock causing an amused Chris to burst out laughing as you roll down your window. His laughter fills your car and you can’t help but smile embarrassedly at him.

”What’s up pretty lady? Car trouble again?” He asks concerned while still smiling at you.

”It’s making a funny noise.” You tell him as you turn your head to face him your eyes darting around his face taking him in silently. You realize silently that you missed him and your heart begins to beat quickly against your rib cage.

”Alright pull her in to this bay over here.” He instructs you and you nod your head quickly causing him to smirk softly at you. “You always obey directions easily?” He asks teasingly and you suck in a breath for a moment before lifting your head challengingly.

”Only when it’s you giving the directions.” You flirt back and he stares at you with wide eyes for a moment before grinning widely at you.

”C’mon pretty lady.” He says as he begins to walk away with a soft smirk on his face.

Once you park your car into the bay he had told you to, he easily helps you out of the car and points to the chair against the wall and you sit there obediently causing him to smirk once more as you stick your tongue out at him. He laughs delightedly at your bratty attitude while shaking his head.

”Don’t tempt me with a good time sweetheart.” He teases and you shrug your shoulders at him.

”Must’ve not been a good enough time last time.” You snip out and he narrows his eyes at you for a second before sliding underneath your car on the roller cart. You hope he finds something wrong with your car since you knew you were lying to him and only wanted an excuse to come back and see him.

But it doesn’t take him long and soon he’s sliding back out from your car. He lays there for a moment staring at you with a knowing look in his eyes as his smirk grows smug.

”There’s nothing wrong with your car.” He states confidently and you hang your head as you sigh. You can hear his chuckle as he rolls himself over to you so that he’s able to make eye contact with you as your head still hangs. His amused eyes connect with yours and you dart yours away to stare at the floor.

”I needed a reason to come see you again since you didn’t ask for my number.” You grumble out softly and he chuckles delightedly at your words.

”Miss me that much?” He asks quietly and your eyes dart back to his to see him watching you amazed. “Didn’t think I had a shot with you.” He confesses softly and you scoff softly at him making him grin widely and lean closer to you still on his roller cart.

”Well you do.” You said with a slight pout on your face and his grin is still there on his face when he leans up and presses a chaste sweet kiss to your pouted lips. You hum softly against him and lean into the kiss as he cups your cheeks in his large hands.

”Forgive me?” He asks softly against your lips when he pulls away.

”Ask me for my number and maybe I will.” You say and he chuckles amused at your compromise. “Otherwise I’m gonna have to make up another reason to come to your garage.” Chris bursts out in happy laughter as he digs his cellphone out of his pocket and places it in your lap before pulling you down for another sweet kiss.

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thewonderofkpop · 1 year ago

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Sunday Morning

First fanfic post. Short, sweet, to the point. If you read, thank you. <3

WC: 968

“Damn it!” I shout as the sausage pops in the hot grease and lands on my arm.

Chan makes a face, trying desperately not to laugh at me. I glare at him from across the kitchen, daring him to. He raises his arms in the standard ‘don’t blame me’ pose and resumes typing and clicking on his laptop, smiling and waiting for me to give in and ask for his help. I do no such thing.

“Are you alright?” I hear from a distant bedroom. It was the first thing I had heard from that direction in a good while. But Felix was always the first to be concerned about everything. So sweet, that boy.

“Yes. I’m just waiting for Chan to stop laughing at his girlfriend, ” I shout, glaring knives at him. “Go back to your game, I’m fine.” I hear a chuckle from across the kitchen. I ignore it and retrieve the bacon from the oven.

“I can’t. Han took it over and won’t give it back.” That voice is coming closer, Felix appearing from the hallway. Disheveled hair and loose pajamas, he joins Chan sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen after pouring himself a glass of juice. “He seems to be enjoying himself so I let him have it.”

“Well that is awfully nice of you.” I give him a small smile. He gives it back. I say this to Felix a lot. “What are you cooking over there? You’ve got a lot going on, can I help?”

“Well, Christopher over there was supposed to help me but the last time he did, he tried to set the house on fire.”

“That is not what happened!” Chan had given up trying not to laugh as he explains, “All I was trying to do was cook the steak on a flame like Gordon Ramsey taught me in the video. I didn't know it would go up that high.” I just nod along, chuckling to myself. I turn back to the sausage in the pan.

“I think I will stick to cooking by myself until you can be trusted in the kitchen again. So until then, you are banned from the kitchen while I am trying to cook. You can watch me from a safe distance over there.” I point to where he’s currently sitting with my spatula. Chan gives me a pout.

“But I just want to spend time with you, my darling. I can’t do that with my hands to myself over here.” He gets up from his stool at the bar to make his way over to me while I’m focused on the eggs I am now frying. I feel arms around my middle and a chin resting on my shoulder. “See? I can observe much better from right here. I know I’m more comfortable right here, aren’t you?” I can hear him smiling as he tries to convince me not to kick him out again. I roll my eyes and smile wide.

“Well, you two look awfully comfortable over there so I think I’m going to try and take my game back from Han. Could you at least pass me a piece of bacon to distract him with?” Felix rose from his seat to retrieve the bacon that Chan was holding in his direction, not removing his other hand from my middle. Felix takes it, winks at me, and strolls down the hallway shouting “Hannie! I’ve got bacon!”

“And now that Felix is gone and breakfast is done…” I turn so that I am face to face with Chan and wrap my arms around his neck. “I thought I told you to stay out of the kitchen.”

“Well, you don’t seem too quick to get rid of me now, do you? With your arms around my neck, it seems like you’d like me to stay.” He kisses me gently and looks at me, grinning from ear to ear like he’s won something. I smirk at him and smack him on the shoulder. He yelps.

“You're lucky I’m done with cooking or I’d kick you out again.” I laugh while he narrows his eyes at me and returns to his stool across the room. “Boys, breakfast is done! Come eat before Han eats it all!”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Han says as he races down the hall, Felix and Hyunjin in tow.

“It is too. You ate almost the entire plate of eggs and sausage that she made last time. It was frightening. Changbin isn’t here either so you’re next in line to blame.” Seungmin said as he and I.N. come from the other hall, still in pajamas as well. Felix helps me bring dishes to the table in the dining room as the rest of the boys take their seats. As if on cue, the door swings open and Lee Know and Changbin barge through the door, still sweaty from their morning routine.

“Did you make me breakfast? How did you know that’s what I wanted after our workout this morning?” Changbin exclaimed excitedly as he sits.

“It’s food, Changbin. It is a safe assumption that you will always want some of whatever I make so I made enough for everyone this time.” I chuckle as Lee Know puts his hand on my shoulder and whispers his thanks and takes his place at the table. I follow him to my place beside Chan.

“Is that Chan’s sweatshirt you’re wearing?” Hyunjin has a surprised look on his face as he eyes me. The others glance my way then continue to serve themselves. I blush as I nod.

“I think it suits her actually.” Chan says as he smiles at me.

“Don’t be surprised if it goes missing.” I smile down at my eggs and wonder how I lived life without him.

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thewonderofkpop · 1 year ago

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Notice

Based off of the Little Mix song with the same name. Enjoy :)

18+ Minors, DNI.

WC: 1.6k (Short but sweet.)

I hate tour.

Not just because he’s away from me but also the residual effects of it. The only thing I can do to keep close to him is wear his clothes. Watching the videos his fans post online is torture. The photos I see of my Chan shining so brightly make me the most conflicted; feeling so proud that the man I love is doing what he loves for people that love him, but I can’t help but be struck with envy that they are near him when I can not be. But it also makes him concentrate on his work more often than before he leaves. It’s like he gets tunnel vision because he is reminded of how much needs to be done. And when he concentrates on his work, our relationship tends to take the backburner. As well as our sex life.

Every time I would try to initiate something Chan would be so caught up in what he was doing that he wouldn’t even lay his eyes on me. I would sit on his lap and he still wouldn’t do much, just give me a peck here and there. Sometimes I felt like I could show up butt-ass naked and he still wouldn’t even take off his headphones. I decided to test just how far I could take that theory.

I was scrolling on my phone in my own apartment, trying to find a piece of lingerie that caught my attention. If it caught my attention, it certainly would catch his, right? I stopped at a very thin, black lace contraption that didn’t leave much to the imagination. I added it to the cart, along with a matching blindfold, hoping that I wouldn’t need it but knowing it would be good to have in my tool belt. It came shortly after, wrapped in red tissue paper and promises that it would solve the problem I was having.

The day came when I knew Chan was working when he shouldn’t be. He’d been answering my texts sporadically and with short replies. This time would be different, I was sure of it. I would make it so. Being the good girlfriend I am,I texted Han to make sure he wasn’t working on anything too important.

Han: No, what he’s working on can definitely wait until tomorrow. Or next week if he’s a good boy ;)

Me: You’re gross lol. Thank you. Whoever’s in the apartment, I suggest you take off. You’ve got 10 minutes.

Han: Copy that.

With all but one household member gone, the apartment was silent. I was glad for it because the breeze of the air conditioned did nothing good for the piece I was wearing underneath my coat, barely covering my not-so-clothed ass underneath. The blindfold in my bag was burning a hole in it, itching to be used along with the other toys and things with it. When I cracked the bedroom door open, Chan was facing away from me, intent on the screen of his laptop. I cocked my eyebrow and smirked, internally cackling at what I knew was about to happen and his innocence at this very moment. I shut the door just hard enough to get his attention, still covered up. His head flips back just long enough to see that it was me then turns back to his screen.

“Hey baby.” He says, completely unaware as he continues typing. He takes off his headphones on one ear, just enough to hear me.

“Hey. I’m bored, is it alright if I just hang out here?” I was counting on him not turning around as usual as I took off my coat, wearing just the lingerie and putting my bag on his bed.

“Yeah sure. I’ve just got some work to do, okay?” He put his headphones back on both ears. Great.

“Yeah that’s fine.” I would give him five minutes. Five minutes to turn around and see what I was wearing and then pull out the big guns…

Those five minutes lasted about 30 seconds.

I settled into the pillow I was resting on, set in my resolve to make him pay attention. When staring at the back of his head, all I could do was silently plead with him to turn around. And when that obviously didn’t work, I went to Plan B. Stirring in my bag of tricks, I took out my vibrator and opened my phone to photos and videos of him. I flipped it on and got to work, finally not caring if he was seeing me or not. The sudden vibrations on my clit were a shock to my system, making me hum in satisfaction. I kept my bullet going in gente rolls around my pussy, still watching and scrolling through my selected photos of the stupid boy that was two feet me and still wouldn't turn-

Chan’s head turned to the side and he paused, as if listening for something. I smirked to myself and moaned particularly loud. He whipped his headphones off and sharply turned to finally rest his beautiful eyes on me, the lovely show waiting for him. His face went blank, the color draining for just a second.

“Wait a minute. Were you wearing that this whole time?!” I had to laugh in exasperation.

“How nice of you to notice.” I turned the dial on the vibrator so it turned off as I looked back to him and bit my bottom lip. My clit ached with the sudden lack of attention.

“How did you get in here like that?! Did they see you in that?” I rolled my eyes. Clearly he was missing the point. I turned my vibrator back on and placed it back on its intended target, ignoring him. I made sure to make eye contact with him as before his eyes flitted down to the scene in front of him, his jaw going slack. He bit his lip, his eyes becoming glued to it. I spotted the physical evidence of my plan growing in his sweatpants, begging to be let out. It took all my focus to get my next words out, my writhing only growing the longer the vibrator stayed roaming my lower region.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I ruining your work day?” He slowly shook his head as he closed his laptop and climbed over to me and the show just for him. I could hear his gulp as he finally looked back up my body, his gaze raking through my outfit and pausing at my breasts, my nipples peaked. He didn’t move, just staring at anything his eyes could roam on.

“Good.” I said to myself, moving to rid myself of the lace panties before I felt some other hands bat my own away and grab hold of them. He eased them down my own legs before flinging them somewhere I couldn’t see because all I could keep my eyes on were his. His groan was heaven to my ears as he spread my legs apart to show him just how wet I was just for him. He nested between my legs, laying down on his stomach on his bed. I couldn’t help my moans as he held my lips open to licked a wide strip from my entrance to my clit, my vibrator completely forgotten as it was tossed to the side. His lips wrapped around it and just started to suck, forcing my thighs to be held down in fear of suffocating him. My hips moved of their own accord, rolling into his mouth for more friction. He continued to lick and suck as if it were his last meal, every apology he could say through his actions becoming clear.

I’m sorry I’ve been so busy

A long lick.

I’m sorry I haven’t been paying attention

A harsh suck.

I’ll make it up to you, I swear.

I felt his fingers push in and curl, hitting the fleshy spot inside. My hands had fistfuls of the sheets below me, but I couldn’t do anything but focus on the electricity coming from between my legs. My eyes shut tight as he hit that spot again. It didn’t take much since it had been so long since we had done anything of that sort. The coil in my gut had exploded, his hand on my thighs the only anchor that I could hold on to keep from getting too lost. The sound of my heavy breathing filled the room as I came down, Chan till in between my legs. The sight of him still there was a sight I could watch forever. I smile-sighed as he kissed his way up to my face, cradling me as he wrapped around me like a koala.

“I missed you.” He kissed me again and again, soft pecks on my lips, my cheeks, my forehead. “I’m sorry I’ve been so… I don’t know. But I promise it won’t be like that anymore. How about we spend all day tomorrow together huh? They owe me a day off anyways.”

“Oh, I’m not sure you’ll feel like doing anything tomorrow.” I felt an evil grin creep up on my lips as I swung my weight around to pin him beneath my naked form. His shocked expression was quickly replaced by his sly smile as he glanced at me with hooded eyes.

“I think you’re right. I’ve got a lot to make up for, don’t I?” His grin matched mine, my suspicion growing as he hooked his arms around my thighs one more and forced me forward so my wetness was forced in front of him for the second time that night.

“Oh, I was thinking you might get a turn at some point tonight. I’ve got some stuff for you in that- oh.” He didn’t give me the chance to finish my thought before he dove in again, shaking his head in answer.

I guess my plan worked.

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thewonderofkpop · 1 year ago

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Cravings

So, my other smutty post is doing well. So here is another. Enjoy.

Warning: explicit content ahead. 18+ only. MDNI.

WC: 1.3k

Today I woke up with an unexplainable hunger for something I couldn't quite place my finger on. I thought it might be a certain food, so I picked up my favorite takeout and allowed my legs to take me to my favorite place.

Me: Been having a craving all day so I picked up some food if you’re hungry

Channie ❣️: Just got home so I’m starving. Come on up :)

Smiling down at my phone, I buzzed up to said apartment. I was doing this a lot recently, both buzzing up and smiling at my phone. It was all because of him. He made it very easy to be happy with my life these days. He was getting good at surprising me at work, sending me things like flowers and signing them ‘Chris’ and texting me that he had lunch delivered there for me. Such thoughtful things that I hadn’t had before. And being intimate with him was even better. He was so attentive to how my body responded that he quickly found out what I liked and didn’t. It wasn’t hard when I liked just about everything he did. He could just stand there and I’d be able to take care of myself. All he had to do was look at me with those doe eyes and I was putty in his hands to do with as he liked. And when he started to strip, which was often, my eyes had to be physically moved from his body back up to his face by his grip on my chin. One time he actually caught me drooling, which I should have been embarrassed about but couldn’t be bothered. He was just that powerful. Maybe I did know what my craving was…

Opening the door to the apartment, I immediately spot Felix and Han playing video games on the couch, Hyunjin sitting in a chair beside them drawing on his iPad and deep in concentration.

“Hi boys.” I sing-songed to the members in the room. I got mumbles in response, all of them obviously too engrossed in their respective activities. I shook my head at them and put their portion of the food on the counter. I stayed for a few seconds just to see if they would react and once the smell hit them, they all came running and tripping over themselves to get the good bits. Felix was the first to embrace me in thanks and Han wasn’t far behind. Soon enough, I was fully engulfed in different smells of cologne all fighting their way up my nose in a four-way embrace and a chorus of ‘thank you’s. The first one to hug me and the last one to let go, Felix kissed my cheek and expressed his thanks in his best child voice.

“Agghh okay okay you’re welcome. Now I have to go make my last delivery.” I held up the last bag for myself and Chan for them to see, starting my trek down the hallway. They immediately went back to their game and iPad, now chowing down on proof of my love for them.

Knocking on the familiar door, I crack it open to see Chan in his normal shirt and gym shorts with his controller in hand and gaming headphones on one ear, the ear closest to me exposed to listen out for me. He turns his head and his eyes go to the bag I’m holding and his eyes widen. I lock the door behind me.

“Oh that place is so good. I’m just going to finish this game and I’ll be all yours, okay?”

“Okay but I’m not waiting for you because I am starving.” I tuck into the box of noodles as I sit against his headboard, legs stretched out in front of me. He scoots up into my legs to nestle himself between them, his head laying on my chest and his elbows resting on my thighs. He looked so comfortable that I tried to move as little as possible while I ate but I was finding it very difficult not to spill anything on him or myself, eventually failing.

“Shit. Hey babe, get up, I got it on my shirt. Can I borrow-”

“Of course, you know I love it when you wear my stuff.” He responded, moving to his previous spot without looking at me. I grabbed a shirt from his dresser and ran to the bathroom. Looking at the damage on my own shirt in the bathroom mirror, I figured it was a lost cost, the stain too noticeable to consider saving it. I grabbed Chan’s shirt when I had a better idea. Seeing Chan just sitting on the bed gave me an idea I had seen earlier that week. Looking myself in the eye to boost my confidence, I start stripping, leaving my clothes on the bathroom floor and crack open the door to see if Chan was facing me. He wasn’t, still fully engrossed in his game. Perfect.

Mostly undressed save for Chan’s shirt, I strolled for his bed again, lining myself up directly behind him. My hands find his shoulders, pulling him to lay down in front of me. He goes along with it, his controller being discarded to his side once I swing my leg over his head and place my southern lips directly onto his mouth. A small hum of surprise came from him until his arms wind themselves around my thighs to hook me in place as he looked hungrily at his meal and licked his lips before attacking my folds with that magic tongue of his, licking a thick stripe up along them. His eyes shot to mine as I let a moan escape, that tongue finding its way to my clit. He wraps his mouth around it and begins to suck as if his life depended on it. I could do nothing but throw my head back as my eyes rolled back. He pulls on my thighs to force me to put my full weight on him, the rest of my sex exposed to him. Exactly what he wanted.

He nudged my hips, encouraging me to move, to ride his face like I wanted. My hips moved with a mind of their own, my own brain clouded with each flick of his tongue. I brought my hand up to my breasts to fondle them through the shirt. Chan tugged on it, not wanting to miss anything. I pulled it off and continued, another moan coming out louder as he inserted two fingers into my entrance and started to pump them in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. The contrast of the borderline violent attack on my clit and the slow pace of his fingers was keeping me on the verge of what I needed.

I knew if I looked at him again I would find the exact thing that would send me over the edge. I didn’t want to give up that quickly. I felt his lips pull away from me. “Look at me.” I couldn't resist when he dropped his voice like that. I knew I was done for when I saw him underneath me staring at my face with hooded eyes, his nose resting just above my clit while his lips continued to suck and flick with his tongue. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as I felt my release start to build in my core, so close to the edge. I buckled, my arms barely catching me as I folded over him as I continued to ride him through the brink he was bringing me to.

“I wanna hear you when you cum but you have to be quiet.” He resumed his assault and it didn’t take long until I shuddered, my release crashing like waves as I rode through it. My moans were stifled by my fist as well as they could’ve been while he still had a hold of me. He released my pelvis and moved from under me. I felt myself collapse on his bed, his weight coming up behind me as he sat on me with his knees enclosing my legs together. I felt his bulge pressing into me through his shorts as he whispered,

“Funny, that was what I was craving too.”

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Peaches

Another one. Enjoy :)

Warning: 18+ content ahead. Minors, do no interact.

WC: 1.5k

I had adopted this sort of sleeping attire in college, when it was more about comfort and getting any sort of sleep I could. I was falling asleep whenever my head hit the pillow, my body only having enough strength to take my pants off and that was it. So it was no surprise that I was comfortable sleeping with Chan in just a tshirt and underwear. I surely wasn’t hearing any complaints from him.

I never noticed which parts of my body he preferred, if any. He seemed to enjoy all of it from what I could tell. That was until now.

Chan was working late again but this time I wanted to wait up for him, like the good girlfriend I was. He usually plopped beside me, wrapped his arms around whatever body part was closest to him, and fell right asleep after a night like this which is what I was expecting so I got ready for bed as usual, brushing my teeth and stripping to my preferred clothing, swapping my t shirt for his. I plopped, stomach down, on my elbows and grabbed my current read from off my spot on his nightstand and flipped to my current page. I got so lost in what I was reading that I didn’t hear Chan walk in until he shut the door. I snapped my head up to see his eyes glued to my almost bare ass and biting his lip. I smiled to myself and went back to my pages, letting him stare all he liked. He deserved it.

“Do you know what I look forward to the most?” He sauntered over to the bed, dropping his bags by the door. I hummed my interest, letting him continue.

“If we move in together, you should just walk around like this all the time. We’d never leave.” He slid perpendicular to me, his feet hanging off the bed but his head so close to my ass I could feel his breaths as he talked.

“I wasn’t aware you liked it that much, but that can be arranged.” I countered, never taking my eyes off my pages. They started getting a little harder to read when Chan placed a kiss on my left cheek.

“Do you remember asking me what my favorite fruit was?” The kisses were getting longer, him shifting from one cheek to another.

“Mhmm…” I had a feeling I knew where he was going but I definitely wasn’t going to stop him now. I knew there was no point in trying to keep reading but I kept my book open to keep up the facade that I was not interested. I just hoped he couldn’t see just how interested I was.

“And I said it was peaches?” The kisses were turning into bites now, Chan taking extra care not to favor one side too much.

“Mhmm…” I was trying so hard not to squirm, the need for some sort of friction between my legs growing with each bite he took. He stopped suddenly, his warm mouth deeply missed as the cold air struck where his mouth had just been.

“I wasn’t talking about the fruit.” He said as he laid a loud smack across my right cheek. I groaned in sudden discomfort that quickly formed into a deep, deep pleasure. He used my distraction to yank my underwear down quickly, lifting my hips for me to take them off and throw them elsewhere.I tried to gather myself as I realized what he was truly after. I came up with the best response I could, no longer feigning indifference.

“I’m not going to be able to sit down tomorrow, am I.” His laugh came from the back of his throat, dropping down to that octave I couldn’t resist.

“No. But by how much you’re already dripping for me, I don’t think you’ll mind. Now put that book back where it goes and stick this-” He smacked it again. I moaned again. “up for me.”

It was hard to say no when his voice dropped like that, his accent getting thicker with it. I did as I was told and propped my lower half up, electing to stay on my elbows as I arched my back. I took my chance to look back at him, somehow just then noting that he was fully naked, his hard-on at full attention on his stomach. He noticed me looking and nudged my knees with his. “Spread.” I scooted them as best I could into a comfortable enough position that I could last in. He nestled himself between my knees, positioning himself and lowering his mouth back to my propped behind.

He hummed his approval at my choice of position as he attacked my right cheek with his mouth again, biting to his heart's content and smoothing the assault with his tongue. Each time he did he would kiss it after, sucking just a bit to make the mark last even longer. My moans and hums of pleasure were getting so loud I prayed to all gods that no one was home.

“I love seeing you marked up like this. In a place where no one but me and you can see.” He was enjoying himself a little too much. The need for friction on my clit was unbearable now. “I love seeing what this does to your pretty little pussy. I love having the front row seat, watching it all happen each time. You look so gorgeous like this. You should see the handprint on this one, it’ll be there for a few days.” He kissed the extra-sensitive left cheek. His words were pulling my head into the clouds.

“You should make a matching one on the other.” I bit my lip in anticipation.

“Mmm. I think you’re right.” He smacked the right one. Hard. I had to yelp at the contact, Chan smoothing it over with soft kisses again. “Oh yeah, that’s going to make a nice picture for my private album.” He tapped my leg two times, asking permission.

I nodded eagerly, unable to form words. He always tapped my leg twice to ask if it was okay, a way for him to get consent without breaking the mood for either of us. And this one I wanted to see for myself. I felt his presence shift to lean over my back, still arched for him. His mouth was leaving a trail of kisses up my spine to my shoulder blades. I could feel my own arousal dripping now, no longer able to wait.

“Are you ready for me baby?” He asked softly, his erection already brushing me where I needed him the most, granting me the smallest amount of relief.

“Desperately.” I whispered,breathless as my resistance could only hold for so much long. He hummed again, satisfied with my answer.

“That’s my good girl.” He slid right in, a moan escaping my lips again. Walls clenched around him in this newer position, it didn’t take him long to find that soft spot deep within. I spread my legs wider, needing the change in angle but it only spurred him to go faster and deeper. Gripping my hips so tightly I knew there would be marks there too, he brought me closer to him in rhythm with his trusts, bringin us both closer to the edge.

“Chan, I won’t last…” I gasped into my hands, trying not to be too loud but the way he was hitting that spot… He doubled over, placing more kisses on my back until he grabbed me by the waist to pull me flush with him.

“Me neither.” My head lolled back on to his shoulder as I closed my eyes, one of his hands leaving my waist to wrap around my throat and lightly squeeze while the other went the other direction, drawing fast circles on my clit. My brain was nowhere to be found, only sensing Chan and laser-focused on what pleasure he was bringing me.

Each time I clenched my walls around him, he gave a particularly hard thrust until he was moaning into my ear, his thrusts becoming more sporadic. I felt a flush of wet as I reached my own high, both of us riding it out on each other. He let go of me and I collapsed back on to all fours, breathing heavily. He pulled out of me and disappeared and I immediately felt emptier, not quite whole. He came back with a wet cloth and wiped me down clean as he could get me, throwing the cloth onto the floor and he scooted close to me on his side and started lightly tracing mysterious shapes onto my back. My post-bliss brain was starting to clear, my wits coming back to me. I cracked an eye open and glared at his huge grin.

“So the next time you want to play the bongos on my ass, give me a warning so that I can make sure I don’t have to do any prolonged sitting the next day.” Half my words were muffled but Chan heard me clear enough to throw his head back in laughter.

“What if I just sent you the drums and the peach emoji?” I couldn’t help my laughter as I rolled my eyes at him.

“That’ll work.”

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Touches

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Anxiety is a bitch.

Everytime my leg started shaking or my fingers were looking for something to pick at, I knew I was in trouble. It wasn’t even a conscious decision most times. I wouldn’t even notice it until my mother would put her hand on my knee and squeeze, giving me a look that said ‘please for the love of god, stop’ and those were never fun to be on the other side of. When I would catch myself doing it, I would try to stop, but it would take some unknown edge off of whatever emotion I was feeling a little too much of. Just letting it out was the only way it wouldn’t explode out in some destructive manner. Letting something else be stimulated was better than any other alternative. Or something like that. That was how it felt anyway. And those fidget toys didn’t really help either. They were fun for a bit, but when I needed them, I wouldn’t be able to find one.

When I started dating Chris, it didn’t stop per say, I would just catch myself doing it less. I would be distracted with something we were doing or he would have enough of my attention that it wouldn’t be deemed necessary by my subconscious. But when it was quiet, when it was just us two, I would find myself doing it again. Sometimes I would feel the pads of my thumb, looking for something to pick at or my foot would be moving of its own accord and I would force myself to stop before he noticed. It never worked though.

He was always subtle with it too, never bringing it to my outright attention. When he saw my feet tapping, he would start tapping too. His fingers would start tapping on my thigh like a drum, like he was going along with me to some silent song or beat that only we could hear. Or his feet would start to tap all on their own. Both instances he would start bobbing his head along with whichever it was whether he was in a conversation or not. He would say it wasn’t because of me, but sometimes he would start right after I stopped. Like we were in sync.

We were waiting for someone in this large boardroom, sitting on different chairs next to each other. Chris didn’t tell me what we were doing in here, but all eight of them were talking joyously around me, all smiles and jokes. I assumed it wasn't anything serious if the atmosphere of the room was any indicator. I just didn’t know what I was doing here.

Chris was immersed in a conversation with Felix about something else to do with their homeland, paying me no mind. Which was fine, I didn’t expect his attention all the time. He had other things to think about. He was turned away from me, talking avidly. The spark had returned to his eye for the first time in a whale now that promotions were done, and it was the most relaxed I’d seen him in days. The preparations for their upcoming dome tour were causing him to come home and immediately crash with only enough energy to strip and koala himself around me. He rarely got sleep without me there, and I just plain didn’t sleep without his radiator for a body next to me.

I was looking around the room for anything remotely interesting to look at. These JYP rooms were so boring. All white walls and tan long tables that added no extra color to the room. Not even any decorations on the walls to distract a person should they deem the meeting uninteresting. Maybe of of Hyunjin’s paintings could go up there. That’d be nice. Maybe some curtains over that window too…

A hand had reached for mine, brushing his thumb across my lip as he pulled mine away from my mouth. It pulled me from my daze, the familiar veiny hand knowingly taking mine. Without even glancing my way, he pulled my hand into his lap and started to use my nails to trace across the pads of his own, a comforting touch.

It was mindless. Subtle enough to anyone looking at us to only see that we couldn't stand not touching each other. But for me, it was a way to stimulate my hands without being too much of a distraction, one of my biggest discomforts. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be seen, but to be noticed when the attention was on something else was not high on my to-do list. Ever.

The grain against my nail was enough to pull me down to earth, Chris’s gentle press on them an invite to join in on their conversation. Silent communication was what we were good at.

“These walls are so boring. They should put one of Hyunjin’s paintings up or have him draw something for them.” I interjected when there was a slight pause.

“I was just saying that the last time we were here! Wasn’t I?” Felix looked to his elder, who smiled brightly at our conjoined hands.

“You did, you did.” He chuckled at how excited Felix had become at the mention of his member’s hobbies. He was still running the pads of his fingers over my nails gently, just enough to tickle.

“I think he could put one of the flowers over on that wall, really. It would liven up the place. Maybe someone would actually be excited to have a meeting. Hey hyung!” Felix turned away to tell his member, leaving Chris and I to stare at our hands together.

“Why am I here? This doesn’t have to do with me, does it?” I whispered in his ear, a slight quiver giving me away as I nudged my shoulder into his.

“No, baby, no. It has nothing to do with you. You just make these things so much easier. I can concentrate with you here, as weird as that sounds. You make my brain go quiet.” His eyes were shining at me and I couldn’t fight my grin if I wanted to.

“You know what’s funny? You do the same for me.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently.

“Besides, there’s no confidential information in this one so I thought you could tag along to keep the boys in line while I talk.”

“I don’t remember adopting seven kids to keep in line?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You did when you said yes to dating me.” He kissed my hand again as the door opened, people filing in and taking their seats. I watched them come in and whispered back to him.

“I want another look at those papers.” He turned back to me and shrugged.

“Not my fault you didn’t read the fine print.”

Bastard.

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new fic announcement

i will be posting a new hongjoong x reader smut fic sometime between sept 1st - 7th. it is called Declaration, it is roughly 9k and a one shot.

summary: on the brink of moving out of the apartment you share with your bad boy roommate, hongjoong, you're shocked to learn that he's a virgin - and wants his first time to be with you.

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“You’re moving. So, if it is awkward or terrible, it doesn’t matter. I won’t ever have to see you again. It can’t ruin us being roommates cuz you’ll be gone. You understand?”

“Yeah, I get it. But there needs to be…a level of attraction for sleeping together to work, Hongjoong. And I have to admit that I never thought of you that way because you’re my roommate.”

Hongjoong tentatively sits next to you on the edge of the bed although his posture looks as if he is ready to flee at any second. “Yeah, but we’re not going to be come next week. So…think about it.”

You study his profile since he remains steadfastly looking ahead. The curve of his elegant nose, the fragility of his features – no amount of piercings could erase those things. Even his hands resting in his lap look to be made from porcelain, the bandage still wrapped around his knuckles making you wonder how he hasn’t broken a bone from throwing punches.

You try to picture Hongjoong approaching your bed, stripping your clothes off your body, his fingers running across your skin. His lips against yours, the way his breathing would change when he would be turned on. He would probably still be in control when it came to sex, judging from how he is in everything else, even if it would be entirely new to him. The idea of him turning into a whimpering mess seems unlikely to happen.

“Just think about it,” Hongjoong goes, “I know it’s…an unusual request. But I feel comfortable with you. I don’t think the anxiety would be so bad knowing you’re moving out and if it sucks, it won’t matter. That’s why I want it to be you and no one else.”

You stand up, skin strangely hot and nod. “Alright. I’ll think about it.”

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Stress Coloring ~ *Bang Chan*

Summary: Both you and Chris need a break. And what better way to spend a break than by coloring together? It’s very therapeutic.

Pairing: Bang Chan X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Drabble

Word Count: 804

Warning: A tiny bit of crying but it’s resolved quickly

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A/N: What do we do when we have strong feelings and yet are so exhausted to properly convey them? We write. And we hand write when our eyes are too puffy from allergies to open all the way. So my hand hurts.

As soon as he walked through the door and saw that the light was still on, he sighed. They must be tired. Carefully and quietly, Chris slipped off his shoes, put his keys and wallet away, and hugged them from behind.

They hummed in response, leaning into his embrace. Amongst the mess of notes, outlines, and assorted pens and highlighters, they had their markers and coloring pages out. There was a half finished piece and a completed mandala on top of everything. Shades of orange and yellow mixed with the pinks and purples to create almost a sunrise scene. It was very ethereal and serene. It also reflected that they could really use a break right about now.

Kissing their cheek, Chris asked, “Need any help?”

“No.” They shook their head.

“Then do you mind if I join you?”

Again, they shook their head before flipping through their coloring book. It was sort of a tradition here. Whenever one or both of them needed a break, they would bust out their vast array of coloring books and coloring supplies. Sometimes, when they were less tired, the two of them would use crayons and make Kindergarten drawings of the other. If they needed more inspiration, there was a stack of canvases and acrylic paints in the back of their closet that was always well stocked. But when they were stressed out and tired, markers or colored pencils did the trick. They weren’t the only one needing relief tonight, which was why he asked to color too.

Chris finally selected one before saying, “What colors do you see?”

It’s not that he wasn’t creative; on the contrary, the two often joked that he had all the artistic ability in the relationship. But everytime they saw an uncolored black and white page, they knew exactly how they wanted it to look. So he let them decide the colors for him. It always made him smile when they carefully selected each color.

They shook their head. “Not colors this time. I see a style, a theme.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your vision?”

“Wizard of Oz.”

Chris nodded as they laid out each color of marker, explaining what each color represented. As they did so, he glanced back at what they were coloring. Besides the completed sunrise mandala, the half-finished piece looked like a hodgepodge of random colors. It wasn’t like their normal style.

So he pointed it out. “What are you coloring?”

They paused, reflecting on their work. Eventually they said, “My thoughts and feelings.”

He nodded again before taking his markers and sitting in the chair opposite of their desk. Carefully scrutinizing each color and the empty picture before him, he tried to envision the Wizard of Oz the same way they did. Eventually he managed to figure something out and he began coloring.

About twenty minutes in, Chris was about halfway done when he heard them heave a dejected sigh. Looking up, he noticed a tear slowly crawling down their cheek. Abandoning his paper and markers to drop onto the floor, he spun their chair so that they were now facing him. Using the pads of his thumbs, he wiped their tears, cupping their face as he did so.

“Hey, look at me.” Chris breathed as their eyes, still glittering with tears, found his. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

Slipping out of their desk chair, they hugged him tightly. “It’s just so much piling up out of practically nowhere.”

Stroking their hair, he kissed their cheeks. “I know love, I know. But you can get through this. One day at a time, just like we always say. Besides, you know I’ll always be there when stress coloring isn’t enough.”

Pulling away, they wiped their eyes and nose. Chris got them a tissue to help. Sniffing, they asked, “Promise?”

Smiling, he kissed their lips before pressing his forehead to theirs. “Of course I promise. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn’t?”

They laughed before slowly crawling back into their desk chair. Blowing their nose once more, they gave him a small smile to let him know they were okay now. With a soft nod, he settled back into his own chair and got to work coloring again.

It was another thirty minutes later when they presented their art to each other. They nodded before giving him a bright, albeit tired smile. “It’s definitely Wizard of Oz.”

“Yours is a lovely hodgepodge as well.”

The two of them laughed before they shyly added, “I’m also halfway done with my essay as well.”

Chris perked up even more, his smile stretching wider. “See? I told you you could do it. I’m so proud of you, love!”

Again, they chuckled before they returned to their coloring book. Ripping out another page, they asked, “Another?”

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warnings: smut MINORS DNI

its 2:31am and i should be asleep oops

chan who rests his hand on the back of your head, rubbing your hair whilst gently pushing your face up and down his cock. torn between throwing his head back in bliss or looking down at you gagging on his length, your eyes watering.

“you look so good with your mouth around my cock angel”

chan who holds your hand whilst kissing your cheek as he slowly pushes into your aching pussy.

“you’re doing so well baby girl, i know it hurts princess”

chan who can’t help himself ramming into you at the sound of your little whimpers and begs for him to give you more because you wanna feel all of his cock in you. his thrusts speeding up until you’re a moaning mess underneath him whilst he’s grunting into your ear.

“fuck- that’s it babygirl, clench that sweet little pussy around my cock”

chan who makes you beg for him to come inside you whilst making the most animalistic noises you’ve ever heard. mercilessly thrusting into you as your eyes roll back and your mouth is gaping open.

“such a cock slut aren’t you baby? love seeing you so dumb on my cock. go on doll, beg for me to come inside you and breed you like a whore. go on…”

chan who wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing tighter and tighter because he knows how much you get off on it. tilting his head and raising his eyebrows at you, waiting for you to beg him to come in you even though you can’t reply because of the pressure around your throat.

“i’m waiting baby…”

chan who moans the most aggressive praises down your ear as you he comes inside you, your whole body shaking and your hands gripping onto his biceps, leaving crescent marks on his skin.

“fuck baby, so good, such a good girl for me. oh my god. such a good fucking girl, taking all my cum -fuck”

chan who presses kisses all over your forehead whilst rubbing your cheek, reminding you how much he loves you whilst you melt into him.

“get some sleep my love”

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sweet whispers

It was a dark and stormy night. The vivid lightning of thunder illuminated the darkness outside. Raindrops pattered against the glass windows heavily, but you didn’t notice. You were laying in your boyfriend’s arms sleeping. The relationship between Chan and you was still fresh, yet somehow you felt the utmost peace when you were with him.

He was observing you cautiously. Even though he was exhausted from all the shows he had done in the last couple of weeks, he did not want to shut his eyes and sleep. Instead, he watched you toss and turn, murmur in your sleep. Watching you slumber filled his heart with love and his mind with peace. He adored your beautiful features, even more exquisite now that you were asleep. Chan noticed you babbling franticly, too quietly for him to hear so he pulled you closer into his strong arms.

“What is it, baby?” he murmured while listening closely to your rambling. You did not know you were talking in your sleep. Nobody had ever mentioned that before, but again only a few ever got the chance to see you so vulnerable at all. Chan’s whole demeanor changed as he understood what you were saying. It ached his heart to hear about your gruesome fears. You had not mentioned those to him while conscious, maybe you had not been ready, yet? Not wanting to push you he decided to reassure you in your slumber first. If you were ready to talk about it while awake, he’d gladly repeat himself.

Another loud thunder disturbed the peace of the night which made him chuckle. “Baby girl”, he whispered, “I kinda got the feeling that your inner world resembles the outer world pretty much.” Chan placed a soft kiss on your temple, careful not to wake you. He held you firmly in his arms as he began talking to you.

“Y/N, I don’t want you to be afraid. Why are you afraid?” Another low chuckle left his lips. “Oh right, you’re not going to answer me right now. That’s okay. Maybe it’s better if you hear it like this for the first time. Y/N, baby girl, I am in love with you. I’ve been head over heels in love with you from the second I saw you. I never believed in love at first sight but here we are. I think you are amazing. Beautiful, smart, kind, funny, insightful, sexy” – he paused, eyeing you once more to check if you were still asleep – “creative, inspiring, strong… I could list a couple more, but I think you get the gist.” His broad smile slowly faded into deep concern.

“I don’t understand why you would ever think that I was going to leave you. You are such a catch. Don’t you think I should be the one worrying?” Still deep in sleep you grabbed a fistful of Chan’s shirt which made him pause again and look at you compassionately.

„I know you are still asleep but that kind of felt like you confirming what I said. Wait, should I be worried?” Chan laughed out loud while grabbing his forehead.

“Oh gosh, look at me. I wanted to take away your fears and now I am feeding mine. But in all seriousness, Y/N, you don’t have to worry about anything. I want you in my life. I want you by my side. I want to be with you – all the time actually. I am the happiest when I am with you. I love being with you. I understand that past experiences have fucked with your head and made you close off your heart, I get that. And I guess you’ll need time to process that and open up again, that’s okay, too. I am here for you. I will be here every single day and reassure you of my love, baby girl.”

By now you stopped talking and tossing altogether, laying peacefully in his arms dreaming away. Chan noticed this too and put another sweet kiss on your head. “It’s like you understood every word I said. Maybe you did? Can you grab my shirt again or something?” He waited cautiously but nothing happened. A broad smile formed again on his lips.

“Y/N, you are worthy of love. You are worthy of my love. I don’t think you’re good enough. You are more than enough. You are everything. Perfect, just the way you are. You don’t have to change a single thing. In fact, I love everything about you. Can you believe that? Can you trust me? Can you trust in love? Relationships are actually kind of beautiful if you think about it. I will be your best friend and you will be mine. And we’ll go through life together handling the ups and downs - smiling, crying, evolving, fucking. I can’t wait for everything that we’ll experience in the future. Please don’t ever be afraid of me leaving you. I am here to stay – forever… if you let me.”

Chan whispered the last part into your ear hoping that it would get right through to you. He did not know if you could drop your fears of abandonment just like that, but he would never give up. On you. Or your relationship. Ever.

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Dream You

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Synopsis: He cheated on you— in your dreams, then took kiss it better too literally.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, softdom!chan, light bondage, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, pretty intensely fluffy they just rly love each other

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4,000 followers! enjoy this lil idea as a thank you. i appreciate you!

You. Needed. Affection.

Just affection, and loads of it from one person in specific. Mostly because you were pretending to be mad at him and it made you miss him even more. Chan rarely makes you mad, he’s always good about communicating and listening, so the fact that you were mad at him and he didn’t even know why threw him off a little.

So there you were, sat on the couch wrapped in one of his hoodies eating straight out of the ice cream tub because you were too upset to do anything but count the seconds until he got home. You weren’t answering his texts, you picked up his call because you accidentally pressed the wrong button out of muscle memory and Chan could tell through the phone that today was just not a good day.

When he came home and found you sitting in the same spot that you were in when he called you– he knew this because you described it exactly as it looked, Chan almost collapsed at how cute you were. You had this ruffle in your brow and his hoodie looked like it was threatening to drown you in the black material. Gnawing on the spoon, your chest rumbled a little as Chan smiled his dimply smile and reached for the tub of ice cream to take away. “You doing okay, baby?” He chuckled trying to pop the spoon out of your mouth, wriggling it back and forth and swaying your head until you decided to let go.

“No, I’m mad at you,” there wasn’t much bite to the statement.

Chan pecked your forehead and ventured off to put the ice cream away, “oh yeah? Wanna tell me why so I can fix it?” He returned to stand behind you and lean over the back of the couch, wrapping his arms around your neck and nuzzling his cheek into the top of your head.

Upset but still wanting the physical touch, you pulled his arms tighter, “dream you cheated on me.”

He popped his head around the side of yours to come face to face with a look of genuine shock. “Did he?!” Chan hopped over the back of the couch to sit next to you.

“Yeah. I caught you in our bed and everything. Then you broke up with me and posted the bitch on your instagram the next day.” You huffed and pushed him away with no force, turning to lean on the armrest and lay your legs over his lap. Chan rested his head on your knees, looking at you with his big puppy dog eyes that never failed to make you melt.

“I thought I taught him better than that,” he gently scolded. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Is that why you didn’t kiss me back when I left this morning?

You nodded. “And why you weren’t answering my texts?” Another nod. “And why you can’t look at me because you know how ridiculous that sounds?”

You were half way through nodding for a third time when you caught his words, “hey! It’s not ridiculous! It could be a premonition, I could be psychic and get into fortune telling with how accurate I am.”

Chan closed his eyes and let his hands wander up and down your calves, lightly dragging his lips across the bare skin of your knees as he spoke, “mhm, mhm. Or it means that it’s never gonna come true. I like to think that, instead.”

It was getting harder to be mad when the feeling of his breath fanning over your skin made goosebumps rise, he loved watching the way your body reacted to him. It was never hard for him to work you up, physically and emotionally. Chan thrived on the effect he has over you, but it’s a two way street and you live for the way he’d do anything to please you. Even if it means apologizing for something he didn’t really do. In this reality, at least.

You wanted to be mad so bad that you debated on throwing him off you entirely, however his lips were just too plush looking and you craved to feel them on your own. Chan took his time to work them higher up your legs, eventually laying them and sticking his head under the hem of his hoodie you wore. He tugged you to lay flat so he could have more area to trace his pretty lips cross, the thoughts of being upset almost totally dissipating under his touch. Your leg instantly wrapped around his torso, to which he grinded lightly into the cushion. His hair tickled your bare chest as he peppers kisses across your belly, hands roaming your back to keep you near. He didn’t move as sexually as one might’ve thought from an outside perspective, it wasn’t to get into your nonexistent pants, you just got him so horny.

So horny to the point where he would’ve kept grinding against the couch if you didn’t feel like relieving him, he would’ve taken it like a champ if you denied him. You never do, though, as if you had the impulse control to ever tell him no.

Chan kept his movements slow, intentional, with the purpose of getting you to relax and see how much he loves you and how much an asshole dream-him was for cheating on dream-you. Big hands moved down to cup your ass under the fabric of your underwear, teething lightly above your belly button then soothing over the bite with his fat tongue. The wet muscle laved over the sore spots with the tip of his tongue, then flattening it, the tip, then flat again, alternating like he would if it were your pussy and were trying to get you to cum.

You wanted that, you always wanted his tongue on you. But now, you needed this more. The closeness and being able to keep him where only you can love and appreciate.

It felt so stupid to even be thinking that way, stupid that you had pulled such childish acts instead of just telling him in the first place. If you had just asked to be coddled, he would’ve given it to you without a second thought.

Chan needed this as much as you did, little to your knowledge. He could feel how off you were in the morning but really just didn’t have the time to fix it at that moment. It stung his heart hearing what dream-him did to dream-you, he couldn’t possibly imagine putting you through that, let alone move on so quickly if you ever were to actually break up.

No, he couldn’t even bear the thought of leaving you, it hurt too much.

His heart hurt for you, he could see the pain all over your face when he got home and it wasn’t even real life. Chan would rather die than ever let you go through something like that in this reality. In your dreams, well, there isn’t much he can do other than what he’s doing now.

Leaving chaste kisses anywhere along your torso he could, massaging your ass with his nimble fingers while heavily breathing in the scent of your skin. The quiet moans you were trying to suppress made him smile, able to feel your muscles tightening and loosening beneath his fingertips. He felt so warm against you, you wanted to thread your fingers through his hair and tried to from over the hoodie. Chan mumbled incoherently in protest and tugged the hem over his head again when you tried to tug it up.

“Wanna be close to you,” he murmured, going back to rubbing his cheek to your belly. You could only giggle and let him.

This was just Chan. Just purely and entirely him. Doing nothing and everything at the same time and making you melt into the palm of his hand, you’d forgotten why you were mad until he spoke again.

“Can’t believe I’d do that,” the barrier of material made it hard to hear him.

“Hm?” You hummed.

He slithered a little higher up your chest and you pulled the neckline to peak down into the dark shadows of the hoodie. You could see just one of his pretty brown eyes peering up at you sweetly, “who in their right mind would do that to you?”

Chan rested his cheek on your chest and stayed there, arms enclosing around your torso. “Dream-you did. And it really sucked.”

He whined this time, higher in pitch and wiggling to get comfortable. Your head back against the couch, you closed your eyes and let yourself calm down before you got worked up again. Chan could hear your heartbeat speed up, placing another soft kiss to the skin above it. You shivered and draped your arms over the back of his shoulders to succumb entirely to the feeling. Just as you finally relaxed, warmth engulfed your left nipple, wet and hot and being suckled into his mouth like a pacifier. “I’m trying really hard to be mad,” you admit while smiling to yourself, out of his field of vision.

“Please, don’t be,” he pleaded, “I’ll never hurt you. I’ll destroy anyone who tries.” It sounded silly coming from his mouth considering it was full of your tit, you couldn’t help a gentle laugh.

A few more moments of him playing with your breast, then switching to the other with no regard for the wet sounds that emitted from his suckling, you couldn’t take not seeing him anymore. You sat up as much as he’d let you and tucked your arms into the body of the hoodie, pulling your head through the neckline just enough so that the two of you were pressed chest to chest under the material.

It was dark and hot, you weren’t sure how he was able to stand being underneath it for so long. You couldn’t totally see him, but you knew he was looking at you– or at least, attempting to. You felt for his cheeks and held him just millimeters away, feeling his calm breathing over your chin. In almost total darkness, unable to see but could feel each other entirely, he whispered, “you’re safe with me. You’ll always be safe with me.”

You pulled him into you, savoring the fragile way he always tended to kiss you when you were particularly emotional, scared as if he’d break you. Handle with care, your heart said, and he did just that and more. Delicate. Do not touch, written outside the glass case he envisioned you in whenever something went even remotely in the opposite direction you wanted. It wasn’t that you needed the protection, by no means were you unable to handle yourself, but you invoked something in him that he couldn’t control. Fortunately for him, you let him smother you and baby you and wrap you in bubble wrap so tight you couldn’t breathe because it felt good to be seen. It felt good to be loved, and loved by him.

It was getting more and more difficult not to rut your hips against him, any part of him because he made you that insatiable. Chan could feel you trying to restrain and laughed against your lips.

“What if I want you to break me?” He glitched for a second, then went back to kissing you with a little more intensity.

“Then, I’ll just have to put you together again.” You ripped the hoodie away, leaving you naked in his hold aside from the underwear you were soaking through. “And break you, put you together again, and again, and again until you’re begging for me to stop.”

You felt the wave of butterflies flutter right between your legs and caved.

“Fuck– take me to the bedroom.”

Chan stood just to throw you over his shoulder effortlessly, entirely too excited for either of your own good. It wasn’t until now that you noticed he was still in those uncomfortably tight jeans he left in this morning, your mouth watered at the timely prospect of getting him out of them. You just couldn’t stop yourself from sending a light smack to his ass as he walked through the bedroom door, and he reciprocated with an even harder one to the bare skin of your own.

He laid you down gently just to cover your body with his own once again, not letting you strip him without your tongues laving against one another's. His shirt came off first, tossing it towards the headboard, your underwear, then his pants. Chan stopped you from reaching for his underwear so he could tease you, barely tugging the elastic down his hips and letting his erection catch in the fabric until he finally let it slap against his lower belly erotically.

Chan let them fall to the floor before kneeling tall onto the bed, “turn around,” he instructed. You followed and faced the headboard, seeing him reach around for his discarded shirt. Just barely could you feel his hot breath against your neck, “are you sure this is what you want tonight, baby?”

You hummed with desperation, “break me. Lovingly, please.”

Leaving a small peck to your cheek for reassurance, Chan grabbed your arms harshly and brought them behind your back. He used his forgotten shirt as a makeshift restraint, keeping you bound and tied up with no way of being able to touch him, you wondered what it was he had in store that required it.

Once he finished he sat opposite of you, falling on his back and watching the process of your mouth watering over seeing him in the perfect cock-sucking position. The redness of his tip, you would’ve thought it was painful if you didn’t know better. No, that’s a lie– it was painful. Painful watching you be so pretty and worked up and he was fighting the urge with everything in him not to untie you and lay you in the sheets like the pillow princess you so rarely got to be.

But it wasn’t what you wanted. What you wanted was to not think, be serviced and be of service, used to please. Tonight needed to end with you feeling weightless and not an ounce of sadness or anger left lingering to be found.

“Break you lovingly?” Chan called, tucking an arm under his head while the other stroked himself slowly. He swiped the bead of precum, beckoning you over with a single finger and forcing his thumb past your lips to taste. You hummed at the salty bitterness, the weight of him on your tongue and could feel yourself salivating. “Which do you want first, doll? Break you, or love you?”

Judging from the way you were practically drooling down his wrist, he took your lack of response as the former.

Stealing his thumb away, a thread of spit following, Chan laid back down and put both hands behind his head. “Go ahead. Be a good doll and suck.”

You folded so fast that it made him chuckle with pride knowing you were wanting him as much as he wanted you. Licking and twirling your tongue around the tip like hard candy, taking in as much of him as possible. Your own spit dripped down your chin and filled your mouth like a perfect hole.

Chan started to stutter up into you the further down you went. The more of him you took in, the harder it got not to thrust up. By the time you’d gotten to the point of lightly gagging, he was biting his lip to keep from losing all control. But then you looked up at him, eyes big and watery, tears already rolling down your cheek and you couldn’t even wipe it away. Nope, all self control completely obliterated by that single look. That fucking look, Chan physically felt his chest cave like crumbling sand between his fingers.

“I’ll fucking break you, baby. Don't worry your pretty little head, I’ll make you forget.” You couldn’t reply with his thick cock in your mouth, but could see you approve with the little nods you managed to give. “Be a good cocksleeve, yeah? Make me feel good.”

You took him as deep as you could, stilled as soon as your nose hit his pelvis and thought that was good enough since he groaned, loud and deep from within his chest. But you looked up at him again, this time just as the tears fell from your lash line. Chan tangled both hands in your hair and hooked his legs over your shoulders, cock still buried down your throat. He locked his ankles around the back of your head and pushed himself that much deeper to get you to gag harder. The sound that he emitted resembled that of a bear, hearty, unrestrained, feeling.

Oh, how he felt you. Felt the constricting of your throat around him, felt your tongue fighting to make room for you to breathe and failing, felt your tears wet the skin of his pelvis. Nothing but your safe word could have stopped him from pulling you off his cock for a split second to inhale a deep breath, then shoving you back down to abuse your throat like it was just a toy. For now, you were just a toy– his toy.

Lewd and adulterous squelching of your mouth slicking up and down his cock filled the room, overridden just by Chan’s moans of pleasure and your light humming to vibrate up his shaft. He was kind for a few moments– as kind as he could have been in this position, and eventually gave up seeing as you could still fight back. His lazy pushes and pulls of guiding your head up and down turned into him rutting up into your mouth in quick jabs, utilizing the headlock he had you in as leverage to move at what could have been neck breaking speed. His hands held you firmly in place as Chan did all the work now, focused on nothing but his own pleasure as your tears and spit mixed to puddle around his throbbing cock.

You were a gagging, crying mess and you loved every second. So much so that you spread your knees and tried to rub your puffy clit into the bunched up sheets. A few more upthrusts of his tip hitting the back of your throat, Chan let you go entirely. Without the stability of him holding you up, your weak body tilted to the side as you gasped for air, hips slightly twitching from the immense need built up.

He took a second to regain his composure while you caught your breath. Chest still heaving up and down, Chan forgot that your hands were still tied, wondering why you weren’t jumping his bones the second he let you free. Sitting up, he tilted his head at you with a sympathetic smile, “sweet doll, I haven’t even done anything to you yet. Anything left in here?” He mockingly tapped the side of your temple, to which it went unacknowledged. You just wanted him on you again, whining and trying to wriggle closer to him. “Hm, guess not. Did my job, didn’t I? Didn’t take very much effort, baby. You love me that much? Or you’re just a cockhungry doll.”

Through the soreness in your jaw, you managed to whisper, “l–love you.”

Chan chuckled, “I know you do. Love my sweet doll, too.” He leaned over to kiss your forehead, ignoring the way you puckered your lips for more. Chan manhandled you to the center of the bed, keeping you on your side with arms still restricted from touching.

There was nothing you could do but let him do what he wanted with you, but this was the lovingly part. This, although bound on your end, was where he showed you everything he couldn’t tell you. This was the putting you back together part, the safe with me part, the dream-me can go fuck himself because you deserve the best dicking down ever part.

And could you tell that’s what all of this was? Absolutely. Could you do anything about it? Not a chance. You couldn’t touch him, couldn’t form coherent sentences, couldn’t do anything but babble love you, love you, and more love you’s.

Chan pushed your hair from your sweaty forehead, memorizing your features for just a second before he lost himself again. Then straightening out your bottom leg for him to straddle while resting the top in the crook of his arm and aligning his cock at your entrance, just teasing your clit with the tip and spreading the perpetually leaking beads of cum. He would dip into your hole, hear you whimper, then pull away and do it all over again to keep you in a constant state of frustrated that he wouldn’t just fuck you already.

It was because fucking you wasn’t what he wanted, he hated calling it that. If it were anyone but you, calling sloppy sex for what it is wouldn’t have bothered him. But you weren’t just anyone, he wouldn’t dare call you anything less than what you deserved and that applied in the bedroom as well. That was, of course, aside from when you truly asked for it.

Even the sloppiest of sex with you wouldn’t be classified as just fucking. He felt every inch of you in every single one of his nerve endings, in his veins, pumping the blood through his heart straight down to the tip of his cock. Chan felt a little dumb just looking at you, like he’d lost his mind at the mere scent of your arousal, he felt like a lovesick puppy and if you’d ever decide to leave him, he’d die of a broken heart.

God, he loves you. He said it as he finally pushed into your pulsing, wet hole. He said it as he came to the hilt, he said it as he slipped the bondage off your wrists, as he grabbed your hand to hold and as he began to lazily thrust in and out, searching for the spot that would make you cry so hard you’ll pass out as soon as you cum.

And you did cry, not just from how good you felt physically but because even if he wasn’t mindlessly telling you how much he loved you, you could see it in the way he looked at you. He wasn’t looking anywhere but your face, straight into your eyes in a stare so intense it should’ve been uncomfortable. It was anything but, you shed a tear every time you blinked to see him still looking at you like he was sure you were the last thing he’d ever see.

God, you love him. You said it as your hand held his for dear life, as he pummeled the soft spot within you that made you see stars through the tears, you said it as you were curling your toes and arching your back at an unholy angle. You said it as coherently as possible as the butterflies in your belly swept you into a whirlwind of pleasure, as you milked him for everything he had, as you came back down to earth somehow laying on his chest and not at all in the same position as when the orgasm hit.

Gentle beating of his heart in his chest stirred you from the light daze you had fallen into, you don’t even remember doing it. “Hey there,” his chest rumbled. Chan kissed the top of your head, your forehead, then moved to lay your head in the pillows so he could kiss your lips.

As he tucked your hair behind your ear, you finally got to brush your fingers through his curls, so soft and pretty. His eyes closed as your nails raked across his scalp, letting his forehead fall against yours. The rumbling of his chest made you smile, “you purr like a cat,” you said through the sore scratch in your throat.

“Cats ward off evil. Real me is shooing away the nightmares for good. Let me purr.” Chan let you tug his head against his chest with a content him falling from your lips, where his purring turned into soft snores as the exhaustion finally hit him.

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thewonderofkpop · 1 year ago

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Drawn to you

{Bang Chan x Reader}

Wordcount: 3,5k

Genre: Best friend to lover, Smut, Pet names (sweetheart, babygirl, baby), cursing (fuck) dominant Chan, oral male receiving, unprotected intercourse (but on the pill!), fingering, trainee chan

A/n: as always with my ff's this ff isn't meant to represent the artist in any way or form.

-Minors don't read-

Ever since highschool Chan and you were best friends, you fell for him the moment your friend introduced him to you but you never acted upon them. Instead you watched him fall in love, and helped him through his first break up, and as time passed you saw him fall in love again, and eventually you saw him break up again.

You always were his first supporter, and his shoulder to cry on. Years and years have passed, but you? You stayed the same.

Sure you dated here and there, but it never lasted. Something always felt off and you didn't stick around long enough to find out what it was.

So right after college you and Chan decided to move together, since both of you couldn't afford the apartments on the market by yourself and you didn't mind each others company in the least.

And to say the least, it all worked well.

Both of you would split the bills and the chores and you also did movie evenings every other Saturday if your schedules allowed it.

You wished you would've done a move on him when you first met, but truth to be said you were just too scared to do so. The many bad encounters you had left ugly scars on your body just as much as on your trust towards people.

With a sigh you try to put an end to your spiraling thoughts about chan. You close your phone and place it on the nightstand before you get out of your bed. Watching the latest tiktok trends doesn't help you with the Intruiging couple trends that keep on showing on your feed.

Once up, you put on a oversized hoddie over your tanktop and dress in a random pair of sweatpants to do the chores. Since today (if you could already count it as that- seeing as it only was shortly past midnight) it's the fresh start of a new week, meaning it's your cleaning week.

Mentally checking the list you and Chan made years ago, and that you memorised and knew by heart, you knew the first point too well... cleaning the bathroom.

Both of you liked that point the least but it had to be done anyways, and this week it was on you again to keep the bathroom clean.

After leaving your room, you put your headphones in and head to the storage chamber to get the cleaning stuff you'd need.

Better get the least favorite chore done first, you think to yourself while loading your hands and hoodie pocket with cleaning supplies.

Everything around the apartment is dark, as expected at this time. Which surely is completely normal for the most people you knew... but definetly not for Chan.

Your brows furrow in confusion when you see no beam of light coming out of his room. Usually at this time he is still awake producing music for his group's debute soon, or he is with Minho and Hyunjin on parties like the famous club in town where he always wants you to accompany him to.

Shaking your head slightly you rule out the second thought right away. He would've told you if he left the house just like he always does. You think to yourself as you walk into the bathroom quietly.

Chan always used to be famous among girls, and admired and looked up to by boys up until now, and honestly? You could more than understand why.

All it took was one look of him, and one dimpled smile of him to make all the girls swoon, though he never was a player and took great care in making that clear in the thoughtful way of his. He just was a naturally flirty guy which many girls often misunderstood.

And when it came to Boys he was always a strong shoulder to lean on as well as a protector and through and through the most loyal friend to count on.

He often takes the responsibilities and matters in his hand which naturally made him the leader of basically everyone around him.

Knowing all of that, it didn't surprise you when weeks ago he happily told you that he got the position as leader of his upcoming group where Hyunjin and Minho were also a part of.

After switching on the Light you get to work fully focusing on scrubbing the floor first, before you would move to the toilet and whole the toilet soaks the shower and for the very last you plan to scrub the sink. As always the music got the best of you, and soon enough you started humming and dancing to the songs.

You almost finished cleaning the floor when unexpectedly a pair of arms sneaks their way around your waist and pulls you back softly.

You try to surpress a scream as you instinctively drop the mop. Just when you're sure you calmed

down enough to speak, you rip your headphones out. "God Chan you scared me to death!" You say with a annoyed grimace and a slightly shaky voice, while holding your hand to your still fast beating and aching heart.

When you look up your heartrate picks up again, but this time for a whole different reason. Your eyes connect with Chan's in the big mirror across from you, and you see his wet hair drip on your bare shoulder from where it runs down your arm slowly as he leans his head down to rest it on your shoulder.

You try to ignore the dimpled smirk he gifts you with as your eyes fall on his muscular and veiny arms that are still draped around your stomach.

You also don't fail to notice that he's not wearing a shirt as well, which for him is pretty usual except the fact that he never hugged you wet and shirtless before.

A bunch of butterflies starts roaming in your stomach at the sudden proximity of you and him and his natural body scent that you swooned over one too many times over the years.

You knew Chan could pull girls left and right without even having to try, but you never noticed just how effortlessly hot he was without even trying.

Maybe it's the fact that he's shirtless. You think to yourself, but know damn well that you saw him like that countless times before.

Your thoughts took you back to your expedition to tiktok and the new trend you saw called the Kabedon challenge. After all he's the only guy you would want to try any if those couple challenges.

What if I ask-

You mentally slap yourself for even taking this into account, as you try to regain composure which considering the fact that he is basically flush against your back, half naked and drenched in water, it's safe to say its damn near impossible.

You feel your cheeks heat up at your highly inappropriate thoughts towards him, and the euphoria you get from his slightly tighter grip around your waist.

"Why are you cleaning at this hour, sweetheart? shouldn't you be in bed already?" He asks you with a soft voice and a dimpled smile, as his thumb mindlessly starts drawing slight circles just above your belly botton.

Heat pits in your lower regions accompanied with a stong pull that causes you to press your legs together to ease some of the pressure that's building up in awful speed.

Embarrassment creeps up Inside of you at how heavily you respond to every touch and undefinable glance at you right now. You could blame it on the music, because you never listened to innocent songs, but you had to admit the songs only slightly ramped up all the emotions you've been carefully hiding away for years.

Shaking your head slowly to regain some of your senses back, you try to answer Chan's question, that damn near slipped from your mind.

"I wanted to clear my mind. Why are you here at this time? Shouldn't you make music or be out with minho and hyunjin?" You ask him quickly while trying seem calm and collected which you're pretty sure you failed miserably.

His soft Chuckle makes you turn around towards him, and you can't help but gasp as you take in all the godly glory in front of you.

"I just got out of the shower, i think you-" You hear him talk, but you can't be bothered to listen as your eyes slowly scan Chan from his dripping wet hair, over his beautiful and defined face, to his plump lips, and finally all the way down his neck where the remains of water rolled down his well defined abs.

Almost hypnotised, you follow the little glistening droplets making their way down his v line, where they get absorbed by his low hanging black sweat pants and boxershorts.

Only when you hear him slightlyclear his throat, you realise where exactly you're been staring at. Your eyes snap back up to his instantly, where you meet his deep brown eyes.

Embarrassed from being caught staring at your Best friend's body like he's a 5 star michelin dish, you quickly turn your back on him and swipe stray strands of hair out of your heated face.

While trying to avoid looking at him again, you bend down to quickly pick up the mop and get back to work. "You know, I thought I was by myself because there was no light from your room..." you begin to say but trailoff when you sense him right behind you.

When you dare to look at him again over the big mirror, you see his eyes trail over your face and neck slowly but intensely, as he turns you back around by your shoulders softly.

Your heart starts racing in your chest when his eyes land on your trembling lips.

The same lips that to your demise always began trembling when you got really nervous. And you knew in the way Chan's eyes visibly darkened, that he knew that too.

Seconds passed while you just stood there unable to move while Chan musters your face closely.

The temptation almost eats you alive to just close the small distance and risk it all. You always had little flirts here and there but it never got this far between you. You could swear by the intensity of his stare that he could actually hear your hammering heart.

And when he actually starts to lean in slowly, with his eyes trailing from your lips to your eyes and back, your brain malfunctions. "Can you pin me up against the wall?" You blurt out loudly.

Instant embarrassment hits you when you realise your words. You could've said anything else but this??

You try to hide your face behind your hands, but Chan is faster. Holding you by the wrists he pulls you close to his chest.

When you dare to look up at him still ashamed, you see a dominance and fire in his eyes that you never saw on him before "Say please." He demands with a dark and raspy voice.

Your eyes go big and you start to back up instinctively with a heart rate going surely over 100mph. You felt like the peaceful deer in the beginning of twilight that got caught by Edward and surely became his snack.

And before you fully realise what just happened, you find yourself trapped in-between Chan and the sink. For one split second you wonder if this all is a way too realistic dream, and you would wake up all too frustrated.

You take a quick flat breath when you quickly try to correct your slip up. "Chan, i didn't mean-"

Your words get stuck in your throat when he puts a finger over your lips to shush you. Your hands instinctively take a hold on his hot and damp chest to support your weak legs. "Don't tempt me sweetheart, I might actually take the offer." His voice suddenly dropping an octave.

"I-" You gulp hard in an attempt to ease the knot in your throat. Your mouth seeming dryer than the Sahara when you lick over your lips in an attempt to calm yourself down.

Chan's hot gaze tracks every slight movement of your tongue with sharp intensity before he leans close to you. "Perfection." Hearing his smoky voice right next to your ear causes your emotions to get the best of you as your knees start trembling with anticipation.

Taking a deep breath you back up enough to look into his eyes. "Please." Your voice almost sounds like a whine, which you knew would haunt you for months later on.

Chan's muscles flex for a second. "You drive me insane babygirl." He growls in your ear.

Your head falls back at the vibration of his voice on your neck. "Please pin me up against the wall Chan." You begg as the new nickname hits you like a truck.

A heartbeat later chans hands grip your waist tightly as he spins both of you around. His Hand wanders to the back of your head to soften the impact when he presses you up against the wall.

His eyes bore into yours when he pins your hands over your head single handedly, and his left leg finds its way in-between your legs.

His hot breath fans your neck softly, as his soft lips stroke over your soft spot in a feathery soft way. "Tell me to stop before I completely lose it baby." He mumbles in shallow breaths while his left hand makes its way to the hem of your top, his fingertips softly grazing the soft skin on your stomach.

Your eyes close shut at the sensation. You had boyfriends before but gosh none of them could make you feel like this, no one could compare to him. Deep down you always knew it, right from the second your eyes met. Hell you already were drenched and close to the edge and he hasn't even really done anything yet.

Taking together all courage you have in you, you open your eyes with a clarity you never felt before. Your lips find his in a tender kiss as you roll your hips against chan. A breathy gasp leaves your lips and your head falls back when you feel his big and rock hard erection pressed up against your stomach.

Both of you shudder equally at the sensation, and with a blast you see his selfcontrol evaporate. Pulling you close by your neck, his lips crash on yours in an all consuming kiss.

Your tongues instantly fight for dominace in a battle you were bound to lose and soon enough, he releases your wrists. Your hands instantly find their way into his damp hair pulling him impossibly closer to you while his hands grip you by the hips to lift you off the ground. "God you have no idea how long I imagined this to become reality." He tells you between pants.

You can't help but moan his name as you tug his hair hard, his words and the way he kisses are taking you high above the clouds and hit you like a train at the same time. "Please don't stop." You whine between kissing breaks.

"Wouldn't dream of it baby." He mumbles in your neck before taking off your hoodie, leaving you in your white tanktop with nothing underneath.

When chans heated gaze falls on your clothed breasts you feel his Dick twich on your still covered core. His breathing quickens and a strangled "fuck" leaves his lips.

Your nipples already start to hurt from being neglected which he to gladly takes care of when he pinches your nob softly though your top.

You almost scream in extasy while your back arches and your hands dig in his broad back. "Chan plase, i need you." you whine while your hands greedily travel down his defined abs trying to reach what you desire the most. With another growl he lifts you from the wall and walks both of you both to the shower in quick steps.

Without breaking the kiss, he turns on the water before he yet again presses you against the wall. When he sets you back down to the floor his right hand grabs your neck to pull you closer to him. Your hand however has a mind of its own.

Sliding your small hands into his pants, you wrap your hand around his pulsating erraction and start stroking down his length to the very tip where your thumb circles the tip and swipes away his precum.

His head falls back as a broken moan leaves his lips. "Fuck Y/n." Your core contracts painfully by the heavenly sounds he makes when you additionaly start to kiss and lick down his defined abs making your way down to your knees.

Once down, you look back up at him with big and innocent eyes that doesn't match the evil smirk that decorates your lips.

Another growl leaves his lips at your sight. All wet and your tits on display beneath the white tanktop. He leans against the wall to cover you from the stream of the rain shower you both insisted on getting when you moved in.

Still smirking, you pull down his sweats and boxers in a swift motion, enjoying the view of his big erection springing free before your eyes.

You don't waste a second and slide your tongue along his shaft and peck his tip before you lick your lips to get a tiny taste of him already. A needy moan leaves his plump lips along with a incomprehensive needy mumble.

You feel his leg muscles flex under hands when you wrap your lips around him and start bobbing your head in a slow pace, while closely observing his facial expressions.

Chan shudders notably, a loud moan leaving his lips. With another painful tug in your core you add your hand to cover all of him where your mouth doesn't reach just yet.

His right hand that doesn't support him reaches down to your head where he softly caresses you.

Looking up at him once again, you take all of him in and hardly suppress a gag. He moans your name loudly as his hand starts to fist your hair harshly, as his hips start to rock instinctively towards your mouth.

Your watering eyes connect as you pick up speed and ignore the barely hidden moans and gags your neighbors would surely hear.

Your hand travels down to your pants, which you pull down quickly and insert a finger soon enougn a second one in yourself to ease your heavy want to feel him deep inside of you. Matching chans pace you pump your fingers at a fast pace while each moan of you makes him curse throaty in-between moans. The drizzling water from the shower and worries about your neighbours being long ago forgotten and overpowered by each of his moans and thrusts of his hips.

You feel your climax building up strong and rapidly when he twiches inside your mouth indicating that he's close, and right before both of you fall apart, Chan pulls out and pulls you back up heavily panting. Your forheads connect as the warm water starts to drizzle on your overheated body once again. "I want to burry myself deep inside of you and fuck you senseless baby" nodding, a whine leaves your lips when you mouth a incomprehensible answer.

Heavily panting chan leans forward and kisses you passionately before he pulls back. "are you on the pill?" He asks you as his lips kiss down your body and his hands pull your tanktop down just enough for him to take one of your nipples in his mouth and start softly sucking on while his other hand massaged the other.

Your back arches as your hands grip chans hair tightly, once again feeling on the edge.

Collecting your last braincells, you answer his question. "I was about to stop taking them.... but wanted to end the package first-" Chans doesn't wait for your full answer when his lips crash back on yours as he rips your shirt off of you in a flowing motion before he tosses it somehere around you.

You feel him smirk against your lips. "Good girl"

Without warning he lifts you up again and slides into you, streching you out to the limit. Both if you moan at the incredible feel of it.

He kisses you fiercely as his hand flicks and squeezes your aching nipple. He holds still inside of you and only when you nod against his neck he starts starts to move.

Your eyes roll back by the exquisite stretch with each strong stroke of him. Your mind goes more blank with every hard thrust, each kiss, and each rough moan that leaves his soft lips.

Your mouth hangs open and mumbles his name in-between your loud moans. Chans lips travel to your neck where he kisses and sucks on your sensitive spot causing you to yelp as your core contracts against his length. "Chan....Close..." you pant as your whole body starts to shake for the second time and you start seeing starts.

Chan grabs your wrists again and pins them above your head, his hips shuddering slightly. "Did you want to get pinned against the wall like this?"He asks you with yet another strong thrust of his hips and squeez of your breast.

You whimper nodding your head heavily. His lips catch yours fiercely once again as he pulls on your bottom lip with a slight tug. "With me being inside of you, fucking you senseless and claiming each and every piece of your beautiful body as mine?" A particularly loud moan leaves your lips at balls deep thrust that emphasised word mine. "Y-yes."

Chan picks up even more speed kissing you all over your face and neck as he pulls your left leg up further to reach you deeper and thats when you fall apart, his lips land on yours in heartbeat to catch your scream of relieve as the tidal wave hits you hard. With every kiss and every thrust, and roll of his hips you whisper his name against his burning skin and shortly after you he reaches his high too while calling out your name.

Between small kisses and each moan of your name you both come down from your high. You don't know how much time has passed with both of you kissing each other and you still being burried deep inside of him, before he slowly slides out of you with a shaky breath.

Your eyebrow rises when you feel him getting hard against your stomach once again. After lifting up your eyes again you see him smirk before his face gets serious, and he gives you a kiss on your forhead, His hand caressing your cheek softly. "I like you Y/n." He tells you in a gentle voice, as he turns back into the sweet, loving and caring boy you knew.

A big mile spreads on your lips when you begin to speak. "I like you too Chan, ever since the moment I met you."

Chans eyes widen in surprise before he breaks out into the widest smile you ever saw on him.

His lips connect with yours in a gentle and loving kiss as he carefully carries you out of the bathroom. You give him a questioning look as he guides you to his room.

Chan laughs softly, as he opens the door skillfully with one elbow. "I fucked you as your best friend, its only fair that I love you as your boyfriend now."

You Kiss him softly and smile against his lips. "Boyfriend" you repeat in a dreamy voice.

Your gasp in surprise when Chan lays you down on his bed softly. The dim Red led lights hugging his delicately sexy frame in all the right ways when he leans above you. "Chan- we drench the bed...."

Chan kisses you slowly as his hand draws soft circles on your stomach once again. "Doesn't matter baby, we have you bed and the couch as well, which I'm sure we will definitely make good use of too later."

Authors note: I tried to proofread the ff for any mistakes, but maybe I didn't catch all mistakes.😅 But I still hope I did a good job with this ff that spontaneously roamed my mind. (After stumbling on that pin me against the wall part from one of his lives) 😂

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