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Chan loved Jeongin. Simple as that. It was a given, all the elders had a soft spot for their maknae, especially the leaders. Chan saw all the kids as his brothers, caring for them as if they had grown up together in the same household all their lives. Maybe because he was the youngest, Jeongin had a special place in his heart. Anything Jeongin needed, Chan was there. Advice, encouragement, a listening ear. Jeongin asked, Chan obliged. 

It was no different when Jeongin met you. He had tagged along with Hyunjin and Seungmin to a new coffee shop that had opened not too far from the dorms and Chan heard all about the cute barista that took their order.

“Channie-hyung, she was so pretty.”

“She had the prettiest smile and Hyunjin said something to make her laugh and her laugh is even prettier.”

“I’m so stupid, I stayed quiet for so long I could barely order when it was my turn.”

Chan found it so endearing hearing about his younger brother’s crush. Even more so when Jeognin suddenly would arrive at the studio with coffee for the rest of the group multiple times a week. And each time, Chan would ask if he saw the pretty barista, making a wide grin grow on the maknae’s face as he handed out the drinks to his elders. While the rest of the kids teased him, Chan only squeezed his shoulder and gave him a soft smile.

“You’re fine, Ayen-ah. You take as long as you need to work up the courage to ask her out.”

And that, he did. A few weeks after becoming a regular at the coffee shop, Jeongin arrived at the studio practically jumping and screaming around as he looked for Chan.

“Channie-hyung! I got her number, look! I didn’t even ask for it. She just wrote it on my cup!”

Jeongin’s beaming excitement was contagious. Chan couldn’t help but grin at the happiness on Jeongin’s face. He noticed the way Jeongin moved throughout the day, not wanting to throw away the plastic cup that contained your number on it even after saving it to his phone, moving it away when staff members would try to discard as if it was any other piece of trash laying around the studio. 

Days after Jeongin had gotten your number, he stormed into Chan’s room, half-dressed and holding two shirts in his hand, asking frantically which one he should wear on his date with you. Chan had never seen Jeongin so nervous, so indecisive about what he should wear, what he should say. He only chuckled and moved from his bed to help the younger boy get ready, hyping him up as Jeongin changed his shirt well over six times. 

Chan was almost just as happy as Jeongin as your relationship progressed, from casual dates to late night phone calls. Chan never failed to notice the wide smile on Jeongin’s face as he tapped away on his phone during the small breaks they had in between dance practices and recording sessions. Eventually, Jeongin had asked you to be his girlfriend and Chan got an excited earful from the maknae when you had accepted.

The first time Chan saw you, he completely understood Jeongin’s reactions when it came to you. He stopped by the coffee shop with Jeongin on his way to the studio, eager to finally meet the girl that had Jeongin so happy and giddy. One look at your bright eyes and warm smile, and it all made sense. If you hadn’t been Jeongin’s girl, if Chan had met you first, he would’ve done the same. But he’d never admit that. He respected Jeongin, and loved him much more to even think in such a way twice.

Then came the day Jeongin asked him for help.

“How do I make her cum?”

The question came so abruptly, Chan had choked on the ramen he had been slurping at their small dinner table in their shared dorm. He shouldn’t have been so surprised. Jeongin became a trainee at such a young age, there was no time for girls, not the way the rest of the group had. And with how shy he was, Jeongin’s nervousness arose once again when things began to go in a heavier direction between the two of you. He didn’t want to mess things up, make them awkward, so he did what he always did when he was struggling. He asked his Channie-hyung.

Chan could only clear his throat, slightly awkwardly, and give tips and basic information that he felt could help. Everyone is different. Listen for verbal cues. Let her guide you. The first time is always awkward, but eventually you’ll know her body and how it responds to what you do.

It only became slightly more awkward when Jeongin asked if he could have the dorm to himself the coming weekend, wanting to give you the space you needed to feel comfortable when you two finally progressed from makeout sessions and heavy petting. But Chan obliged and decided to stay a late night at the studio to work on some beats. 

The morning after the impromptu late night at the studio, Chan came home to find you and Jeongin in the kitchen, Jeongin’s hoodie hanging on your figure as you leaned against the counter while Jeongin stood in front of the stove. The two of you were glowing and the way you attempted to hide your face away from Chan gave him all the confirmation that Jeongin had put his tips to use. Jeongin carried himself differently after that first weekend, portraying a different sense of confidence that Chan nor the group had seen in him before. It was strange, but Chan felt a sense of pride for the maknae. The pride and confidence only grew as time passed, a smug smile present on Jeongin’s face on mornings after he had spent the night with you. They were subtle changes, but living with Jeongin, Chan noticed them all. 

You coming over became a more regular occurrence with time, especially on the off chance that the boys had a weekend off. Chan didn’t mind. It made Jeongin happy and that’s all that mattered to Chan. This weekend the boys had coincided perfectly for you and Jeongin, as your birthday landed on that Saturday. Jeongin took you out to a fancy dinner, one where you dressed up to the nines and had wine with your dinner. Wine that you didn’t expect to make your body buzz so easily. You were only just a little over tipsy when Jeongin brought you back home, the door cracking open and catching Chan’s attention, who was sitting on the couch watching some random game show on the TV.

He turned to look at the two of you, smiling warmly as Jeongin closed the door behind him.

“How was the birthday dinner?” Chan asked, turning the volume down so as to not be disruptive towards you two.

“It was so good!” You exclaimed, taking a seat on the love seat across from him, smoothing down your black dress. “I wish it was my birthday everyday so I could keep going back.”

Jeongin only smiled at your state, leaning down to press a small kiss on your forehead before looking at Chan as his hand rested on your shoulder, the other shoved into the pocket of his black slacks. 

“She had about three glasses of wine with her dinner and she’s feeling it,” Jeongin explained to his elder, who only chuckled in return.

A gasp left your lips and you turned to your boyfriend, gently smacking his arm. “I’m fine! It’s not like I’m stumbling around and slurring my words. I’m just a little warm.”

Jeongin laughed before moving around your figure and taking the spot next to you on the love seat, his hand finding a comfortable spot on your bare knee.

“As long as you had a good birthday, princess. That’s all that matters.”

Chan smiled at the two of you before sitting up in his seat. 

“Speaking of,” Chan spoke up as he pushed himself off of the couch. “I’ll be right back.”

Chan didn’t wait for a response before disappearing down the hallway and into his room. With the time you spent at their dorm, Chan had gotten to know you and had developed a nice friendship with you. When Jeongin had mentioned your birthday this weekend, Chan felt the need to get you a gift; even if it was a small one. Chan reached his room, opening his closet to grab the gift he had neatly wrapped the day before. You had mentioned your favorite book to him and he took it upon himself to get you a copy of the limited anniversary version he had found online. He ran it by Jeongin, who thought it was a perfect and thoughtful gift - one that would compliment the surplus of gifts he had gotten you.

Chan inspected the wrapping, making sure that nothing was exposed as to not give away the surprise before walking out of his bedroom. He held the book tightly in his hand, a smile present on his face as he walked down the hallway. His smile dropped only slightly when he reached the living room and took in the scene in front of him.

He had only been gone a minute, but that was enough time for you and Jeongin to be caught up in a deep kiss, your head thrown back and Jeongin’s hand now on your thigh as your lips moved together. The angle allowed Chan to see when Jeongin’s tongue slid across your lip, clearly too caught up in your lips to notice that he had re-entered the room.

Chan cleared his throat awkwardly, the noise making Jeongin pull back from you as Chan set the gift down on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

“I’ll just leave this here,” Chan mumbled, a nervous chuckle spilling from his lips as he began to leave the room again.

“Channie-hyung,” Jeongin’s voice called out, calm and smooth, making Chan stop in his tracks and turn his head to look at him. “Don’t leave. Stay with us.”

Chan looked at Jeongin with a confused expression before catching your gaze. Your eyes were glazed as you looked up at him, your bottom lip caught in your teeth as you nodded slowly. Chan’s eyes went back to Jeongin before taking a step back and standing directly in front of you two again.

“I just figured you’d like some alone time for your birthday,” Chan explained as he looked down at the two of you.

Jeongin shifted his seat, not uncomfortably, but more in confidence - sitting up straight as his hand never left its place on your thigh. There was that newfound confidence Chan had been seeing in him the past couple months.

“You saw all the gifts I got Y/N, right? You even helped me pick some of them out,” Jeongin began, his gaze shifting between you and Chan.

Chan furrowed his brows before nodding slowly, not really sure what Jeongin’s intentions were with what he was saying. Almost as if he could read minds, Jeongin spoke up again.

“I asked her if there was anything I missed, or anything else that she wanted and hadn’t asked. And I guess that wine gave her some confidence and she asked me for something that money can’t really buy.”

Chan looked between the two of you, still just as confused as he took in your bright red cheeks. It hadn’t been the alcohol, or else your cheeks would’ve been that color when you had walked in minutes ago. He looked back at Jeongin, his expression serious.

“Okay. What is it?” Chan asked, confusion clear in his tone.

Jeongin turned toward you, receiving a small nod from you before looking back at Chan with a smirk.

“She wants you to join us.”

Chan’s eyes only widened at the maknae’s words. A sudden dizzy feeling overtook him and he felt like this was impossible, as if there was no way Jeongin had said what he said. His mouth fell open slightly, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Only if you want to,” You spoke up finally, your voice sounding shakier than Jeongin’s calm one.

Chan looked at you then back at Jeongin, who was waiting for his hyung’s response.

“And are you okay with that?”

The smirk on Jeongin’s face only grew and his fingers wrapped tighter on your thigh. 

“I’m not one to deny my baby what she wants,”Jeongin spoke, looking at you before looking back at Chan. “And I’ve seen the way you look at her. I know you’ve thought about it too.”

Chan felt his cheeks heat up and he tried to hide the embarrassed expression on his face from the couple in front of him. He hadn’t realized that he had made it obvious. The glances he stole when you would come over and you were in tight shorts, or the times you had been swimming with the rest of the group. You were attractive, but Chan never wanted to disrespect you or your relationship with Jeongin. He’d never cross that line.

Jeongin stared up at Chan before finally moving his hand from your thigh, sliding down your thigh and lifting it over his lap. His other hand found your waist and he pulled you onto his lap, a gasp escaped your lips, your dress riding up your thighs and almost exposing your underwear to Chan.

“It’s okay, Channie-hyung,” Jeongin spoke, his eyes not tearing away from Chan as he pushed your legs open so Chan could take a look at what was being offered to him. “You could show her how I learned everything. You were the one who taught me how to please her.”

Chan’s breath hitched as he took in the scene in front of him, Jeongin’s hand gripping your thigh tightly as he held it in place, your red lace panties on full display just him. He tried to ignore the sudden strain in his sweats, biting on his bottom lip before catching your gaze. Your eyes were lidded, mouth parted slightly as you stared at him; just waiting for him to take you. It was so tempting and Chan wanted nothing more than to absolutely destroy you, but it was so hard to process what was being offered to him. He had to be dreaming.

“Baby,” Jeongin spoke up, his neck craned to face you and his lips ghosting over your neck as his hand slowly trailed up your thigh to your core. “Tell Channie-hyung how much you want him, princess. Maybe hearing it from you will give him the push.”

You let out a small moan when your boyfriend’s hand reached your core, his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit over the lace of your panties as he pressed soft kisses on your neck. Your eyes met Chan’s, chest heaving as Jeongin rubbed slow circles against your clit.

“Channie, please,” Your voice desperate as you pushed your hips into Jeongin’s hand in an attempt to feel more than the torturous circles he was currently inflicting. “Please, make me feel good.”

Jeongin was right. The push that Chan needed was to hear you ask him because before he could think twice, his hands were on your knees as he got down on his own in front of the two of you. The smirk on Jeongin’s face was smug once Chan was on his knees, his fingers squeezing your legs tightly. He pressed a kiss to your neck, biting down on the skin gently before pulling away to watch what was unfolding in front of him.

Jeongin adjusted you on his lap, his hand leaving your core to wrap around your waist so you were at a better angle for his hyung. Chan bit his lip as he trailed his fingers up your thighs and hooking into the sides of your panties, your dress bunched up at your waist now. Chan slowly slid your panties down your leg, hissing when he saw your lips, wet and ready to take him.

“Fuck, we’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked, Y/N,” Chan groaned, letting your panties fall on the floor next to him before dragging two fingers up your lips.

A small, sweet moan escaped your lips at the sudden touch as you stared down at Chan, who looked like he was deciding whether to savor the moment or destroy you in that exact moment.

“Just wait until you taste her, hyung,” Jeongin spoke from behind you, hands trailing up to cup your breasts over your dress. “She tastes so fucking sweet. It’s hard to stop, trust me.”

Chan smirked, fingers stroking your lips before reaching your entrance and slowly pushing them inside, eliciting a loud gasp from you. Jeongin’s smirk mirrored his leader’s, hands squeezing your breast as his eyes never left Chan. Chan pumped his fingers inside of you, once, twice before leaning and wrapping his lips around your clit. He groaned against your clit, fingers curling inside of you, which only made you moan loudly as your back arched, lifting slightly off your boyfriend’s lap.

“That’s it, baby,” Jeongin cooed in your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he continued to squeeze your breasts, pinching your nipples over the thin fabric of your dress. “How does Channie-hyung’s mouth feel, sweetheart?”

“Mmn, it feels go- fuck, so fucking good,” Your voice was strained, barely able to get the words out as Chan alternated between sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue, his fingers never failing to reach the sweet spot inside of you, the pace slowly increasing with each pump.

Your head was spinning, your nipples sensitive and stimulated by your boyfriend as his friend devoured you like his life depended on it. Maybe it was the situation at hand that turned you on more. You knew when you started dating that Jeongin was inexperienced and that he had asked his hyung for tips, and you were forever grateful that Chan had lended Jeongin that helping hand. But a part of you was always curious about how Chan would make you feel, doing to you what he had told Jeongin to do. And now here you were, a moaning mess on your boyfriend’s lap while his teacher demonstrated his previous lessons.

Chan never tore his lips away from your core, tongue flicking on your clit as he looked up, watching you through lidded eyes as you writhed above him. He watched as you threw your head back on Jeongin’s shoulder, incoherent words and curses slipping through your moans. He felt you clench around his fingers and he smirked against your clit. Chan didn’t know your body, but he knew well enough to know that you were close. It only encouraged him to keep his pace, wanting nothing more than to feel you release all over him.

“Innie, fuck, Channie, I’m gonna-” You moaned out, your head looking between the two men who had their hands all over you. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

Jeongin looked down at his hyung, keeping his grip on your breasts tight as he pressed a kiss on your shoulder. 

“You cum, baby. You be a good girl and cum for us.”

The push was all you needed, the tight fire inside you breaking loose with a loud groan, your hips lifting off Jeongin’s lap and pulling Chan’s face up with you, who refused to pull away from your sweet cunt. Jeongin let go of your breasts, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you back down as Chan ate up your release.

Reluctantly, Chan pulled away finally, breath heavy as he pulled his fingers out from inside of you. He groaned as he took in your state, legs spread and chest heaving as you came down from your high. He looked back at Jeongin, smirking as he slid his fingers into past his lips, cleaning up the last of your release.

“You’re right, Ayen-ah,” Chan spoke after releasing his fingers with a small ‘pop’ from his lips. “That’s the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

Jeongin chuckled, fingers caressing your side as your breath finally began to even out. “Just wait until you’re inside her. She’s so fucking tight, hyung. It’s so hard not to cum as soon as I’m in.”

Chan chuckled, finally standing up on his feet in front of you two again. Jeongin shifted, pulling you off his lap and exposing the tent that had formed in his slacks. He looked at you, tapping your thigh gently.

“Bend over, baby. Let Channie-hyung fuck you from behind, I know that’s your favorite.” 

You nodded quickly, lifting yourself off the love seat before bending over the side of the loveseat, your back arched and exposing your soaked pussy to Chan once again while you faced your boyfriend. Chan groaned, his hand reaching down and palming himself as he watched Jeongin lean back in his seat, hand over his own erection.

Chan wasted no time, pushing his sweats and boxers down before grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him. He positioned himself behind you, his hard, leaking cock lined up perfectly at your entrance. A small whimper came from you as the tip of his cock teased your hole, barely pushing inside of you.

“Channie, please,” You cried out desperately, looking over your shoulder to look at him, eyes pleading. “Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside of me.”

Chan looked over at Jeongin, who only gave a simple nod before slowly pushing inside of you. The three of you moaned loudly, almost in unison: Chan from feeling your tight walls swallow him, you from finally feeling so full of his cock, Jeongin from the mere sight and your hands, which had been placed at his thighs, gripping them tightly and close to his own throbbing cock. Chan slid in until his hips touched your ass before pulling back slightly, not slipping out of you. He pushed forward, this time harder and sent your body jolting towards your boyfriend.

“You were right, Jeongin,” Chan moaned as he slid in and out of you, his pace moderate as he gripped your hip tightly. “Such a tight fucking pussy.”

Jeongin chuckled, turning his attention to you. He watched as your body recoiled with each of Chan’s thrusts,  your face contorted in pleasure as Chan hit that sweet, sensitive spot inside of you each time. One hand lifted to your chin, caressing it gently as the other palmed his clothed cock.

“How does his cock feel? Is he filling you up good, princess?” 

You could only nod, eyes rolling back as Chan’s pace quickened behind you, now ramming himself inside of you. Jeongin chuckled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours as his hand messed with the button of his slacks. He swallowed each of your moans as he undid his button, cock springing free once he pushed his clothing down far enough to do so. He sighed against your mouth, reaching to grab your hand and wrap your hand around his cock. 

Jeongin tore away from your lips, moaning as your thumb caressed his leaking, sensitive tip. He leaned back slightly, watching you as your hand stroked his cock. You stroked his cock slowly at first before speeding up your pace, allowing his precum to let your hand glide smoothly. Jeongin looked up at Chan again, whose mouth was open, allowing lewd growls to escape as he fucked you hard, your body moving against his while your hand pumped Jeongin’s cock. It was something so erotic, he could already feel his release begin to arise in him. Jeongin’s greatest pleasure was watching you come undone, and watching your face twist and your moans of pleasure along with your hand on his cock, he knew he’d be done soon.

Chan was no different, your tight walls clenching around his cock felt so good and fucking you while your boyfriend watched was the cherry on top. He didn’t want to cum just yet, but he knew he could only hold back so much. Especially when he was feeling your pussy swallow him whole and tighten around his cock, signaling that your release was coming again.

“I’m gonna cum,” Chan growled, eyes meeting Jeongin’s, who was alternating between looking at his girlfriend and his hyung.

Jeongin pressed his tongue against his cheek before looking at you again. “Where do you want Channie-hyung to cum, baby? You choose, you just tell us.”

Your eyes rolled back, feeling the fire in the pit of your stomach threatening to loosen again. You kept your pace on your boyfriend’s cock steady, wanting to make the two men destroying you feel just as good as they did you. You opened your mouth to speak, but only moaned out when you felt your release coming quickly.

“Y/N, he’s waiting,” Jeongin spoke firmly, his serious tone sending you over the edge.

“Fuck! Inside!” You screamed out.

That was all Chan needed to release, his hips pressed against your ass as thick ropes of his cum spilled inside of you. The sound of the two you moaning got Jeongin, hips bucking into your hand roughly before his own release came, erupting out of him and spilling all over your fingers.

The room was filled with heavy breathing as the three of you came down from each orgasm. Chan slowly sliding out of you, his cum spilling from your lips once he was fully out of you. Your chest heaved as you let go of your boyfriend’s cock, hand sticky with his cum. Jeongin looked between the two of you, smiling and content with what had just transpired. He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

It had been days since the last time you had met with Chan. Both of you had been extremely busy with work and other than a couple risqué text and photo exchanges, there hadn’t been much physical contact since the night he came after he witnessed your interaction with Changbin. You had been so sure that night that Chan was going to tell you he wanted more than the arrangement you had. Maybe he felt just as strongly about you as you did about him, but you were slapped with the harsh reality that he only saw you as someone only good enough for nighttime company. And as much as the knot in your chest hurt at the thought of that, you had to accept that that was all you’ll ever be to Chan. 

You looked at your phone and sighed deeply as you stared at your last text message exchange with Chan. You seemed desperate - asking Chan if he would be able to come over later, almost as if not seeing Chan for a week was an impossible mission to accomplish.

Channie: sorry im working late tonight and im sure by the time i get out you’ll be asleep and i dont wanna wake you  maybe tomorrow night if you’re not busy i can’t stand being away from you so long princess im dreading it too

Your chest tightened at the name he called you in the last message. There he goes again, calling you sweet names that you almost wished he had reserved solely for when you two were physical. Maybe then you’d be able to see him just as he sees you.

that’s fine, lmk tomorrow

You pressed send before putting your phone in your back pocket and walking into the convenience store. You weren’t seeing Chan and you needed something to keep yourself distracted so that you weren’t constantly thinking about him and if he was thinking about you too, and you needed all the help you could get. What better help than a bottle of soju and all the snacks you can stuff into your bag?

You beelined to the back corner of the store, glancing up and down the shelves at the wide variety of soju bottles, trying to decide what flavor you wanted to indulge in. You were lost in reading the labels on the glass bottles that you didn’t hear the footsteps right next to you.

”Y/N, hey,” A soft voice caught your attention and you turned to meet Changbin’s sweet face - the one you hadn’t seen since that night at Felix’s apartment.

”Hey, Changbin. How are you?” You returned the toothrotting smile that Changbin was already giving you. 

His eyes panned to the bottles in your hand and he chuckled. 

“Fixing to get drunk on a week night?”

You shrugged looking between him and the bottles.

”I don’t work tomorrow, so it’s a weekend for me,” You explained with a smile and laughed.

Changbin only laughed slightly before taking a deep breath.

”Listen, I wanna apologize. I didn’t know you and Chan were together. If I had known, I wouldn’t have acted the way I did.”

You shook your head quickly. “Chan and I aren’t together, Changbin. You did nothing wrong.”

Changbin stared at you in confusion, obviously taken aback by your response to his apology,

”He just seemed so mad when he walked in that day, and he hasn’t spoken to me since. And your reaction, you looked nervous and couldn’t take your eyes off of him for the rest of the night. I kind of just figured that you guys had something going on.”

Something going on was a perfect way to put it. But you weren’t going to tell him that. With the exception of Felix, only you and Chan knew what you did when you were alone. But that’s all it was and that’s all it will ever be.

”We’re not, we don’t,” You explained softly as you stared up at Changbin. You could almost see his eyes sparkle and the corners of his mouth twitch as if he was ecstatic to hear that you and Chan weren’t truly together.

”Does that mean I can take you out some time?”

Your eyes widened at his question and you stared up at him, trying to process what was just asked of you. You hadn’t thought much about your interaction with Changbin. You had just assumed it was something that just occurred in the moment, something harmless and fun for that second. Now here he was, asking you out on a proper date. One you wanted with Chan, but you knew you were never going to get. 

Maybe this was your sign to move on from Chan, to stop waiting around for a possibility that Chan would want something more than you already had. And Changbin was a sweet, attractive man. There was no harm in trying.

Your lips curled into a small smile and you nodded. “Sure, you can.”

Changbin’s lips finally released a smile and he shoved his hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone and unlocking it before handing it to you.

”I’ll make the plans and I’ll let you know.”

You took his phone from his hands and quickly typed your phone number into it before handing his phone back to him.

”I’ll be looking forward to it.”

-

The sudden knock at your door frightened you just slightly. It was nearing midnight and you were curled under a blanket watching a movie. You had invited Felix over so you wouldn’t be alone, but seeing as he had an early class the next day, he wasn’t able to keep you company. But he didn’t text you to tell you he had changed his mind and was in fact coming over. A second knock at the door made you push the blanket off of you and rise from the couch. Maybe your neighbor from the apartment right next to yours locked himself out again and needed to crash on the couch until his roommate came back to unlock it again.

You reached the front door and peered through the peephole. Your eyes widened when you saw Chan’s figure standing outside your door and it was almost embarrassing how fast you unlocked your door and opened it.

Chan greeted you with a wide grin and you almost wanted to slam the door in hopes that it would drown out the sound of your heart pounding in your chest.

”Surprise!” Chan said happily as he took a step closer to you.

”I thought you said you were working?” You asked as you stepped back, allowing him into your apartment before shutting and locking the door.

”There was a chance to leave early and I just had to come and see my favorite girl after not seeing her for so long,” Chan explained as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his body. You could already feel his excitement after not seeing you for a few days. 

“And you need to get off in person rather than just pictures,” You mumbled up at him, which only made him laugh.

”Both you and I are telling the truth. I missed you and I know you missed me,” He whispered before reaching down and pressing his lips to yours.

He kissed you deeply, your arms subconsciously wrapping around his neck before you could think about anything else. You hummed against his lips that were moving against yours, hunger increasing with each moment that your lips collided. It was when you felt his hands traveling down your waist that you pulled away from the kiss, causing him to look at you in confusion.

”I… I gotta tell you something,” You whispered.

”What’s wrong, baby?” 

You sighed deeply, loosening your arms around his neck but not fully wanting to pull away so that way you could feel his touch somehow. 

“I ran into Changbin today and he sort of asked me out,” You explained softly.

Chan’s chest felt firm against your chest and you swore you could feel his hand tremble against your hips.

”And you said no, right?” He asked, annoyance hinted in his voice.

You stayed silent and his chest rose, breathing deeply as he stared down at you.

”Y/N, you said no, right?” He repeated, his tone more firm now.

You shook your head and he let go of your waist, taking a step back and forcing your arms off of him with a disappointed expression.

”Why would you say yes?”

”Why would I say no?” 

”Because Y/N, you can’t date Changbin and fuck me. We got something going on here if you haven’t noticed,” Chan explained, exasperation dripping from his tone as if it was obvious and you just weren’t getting it.

”That’s all we have going on, Chan!” You exclaimed, trying to read his face and figure out why it was bugging him so much. “You and I, we fuck and that’s it, Chan. We don’t have anything else going on, so why does it bother you so much?”

”Because you’re mine, Y/N. Didn’t I make that very clear the last time I caught you flirting with Changbin?”

Your heart sank to your stomach when you heard his words, and you felt just a glimmer of hope that he meant what you hoped you meant. That he was done with this casual relationship of you two only seeing each other to hook up and occasionally hanging out after. But you knew better than that. You knew it was only wishful thinking.

”Chan, we fuck and that’s it. I’ve hinted that I want more than that and you never show even in the slightest that you think the same of me.” 

Chan stared at you, hands on his hips as his jaw clenched and his tongue poked the skin of his cheek out with deep breaths.

”I like what we have.” He stated simply, sending a pain to your chest. 

You were right. Of course you were.

”Well I want more than what we have and I’m just hurting myself waiting and hoping that you see me more than just a quick fuck.”

Chan stayed silent, staring at you as you tried to read his face. You wished for nothing more than for him to take you in his arms, kiss your head sweetly and say that he agreed with you. His silence was torture and it pained you to wait for a response.

Finally, he broke his silence.

”Have fun on your date with Changbin.”

And with that, he turned and walked out your door, slamming it shut behind him and leaving you with tears pooling in your eyes. You wanted to scream, cursing yourself for allowing it to get this far.

At first it was fun, but you knew that the moment his laugh made your stomach flutter that you should’ve stopped seeing Chan. But you just couldn’t. Chan was an addiction and you kept running back to him for another fix. And just like any other addiction, you need him more than he needed you and that was going to be detrimental to you. But having him was enough. At least that’s what you thought. 

-

The radio silence you received from Chan the days following your argument was almost unbearingly uncomfortable. Since he left your apartment as angry as you’d ever seen him that night, you constantly checked your phone hoping that his name would pop up, but it never did. No text messages, no phone calls, no reels, nothing. Each time you’d check, you were just left with an empty feeling in your chest that you did your best to ignore. More so, you tried to ignore the slight pinch of disappointment when Changbin’s name appeared on your phone instead. You felt horrible for feeling that way. Changbin was sweet, a gentleman, someone interested in you as a person and not how you can get him off; but he wasn’t Chan. 

You knew you had to forget about that though. You knew well that the possibility of being with Chan was a dead end route and you had to follow a path that would take you somewhere. That’s why you were sitting at a late night restaurant with Changbin on what was now your third date. It was a spontaneous one- he greeted you outside your work and offered to take you out for a quick bite just because he wanted to see you again. It disappointed you just how sweet Changbin was and just how much you wished you could stop wishing he was someone else.

The server came and went with your order and Changbin turned to you, a sweet smile painted on his face.

“You alright? You seem distant tonight,” Changbin’s voice was soft as he stared intently at you.

You forced a small smile and nodded. “Just tired, Bin. Long shift.”

Changbin nodded and changed the subject, talking about how was with Felix and Seungmin earlier and what he was doing with them. You nodded along to what he was saying, smiling at small jokes he snuck into the conversation. 

A small ringing from the door opening caught your attention and your eyes shifted towards the doorway. You felt your heart sink when you saw the tall figure appear in the restaurant sporting the familiar black hoodie that had been on your bedroom floor countless times before. You were unaware you were staring until his eyes met yours, widening for just a moment before turning into a small glare when he realized who was sitting across from you. Changbin noticed your long stare and he turned his body to see what had made you so entranced suddenly. His eyes met Chan’s and you watched the expression on Chan’s face change immediately, but you were unable to read it as he turned quickly and stormed out of the restaurant before he could be greeted by the staff.

You let out a shaky breath you weren’t aware that you had been holding and shifted in your seat, turning your attention back to Changbin who was now turning himself to face you again. Changbin looked at you with a confused look on his face, clearing his throat before speaking up.

“Are you sure nothing happened between you guys?”

You gulped and sighed before hesitating to speak. “It’s a long story,” You mumbled simply.

Changbin shifted in his seat, resting his arms on his table and leaning towards you. “Look, Y/N. If something was really going on between you and Chan, I don’t want to be the one who comes in between you two.”

You stared at Changbin, trying to think of what to say to him. You hated yourself for not feeling the way you wanted to feel for Changbin. You wanted to feel for him the way you felt for Chan, but you just couldn’t no matter how hard you tried. Remnants of Chan still lingered in you and it was wrong to use Changbin to attempt to rid yourself of them.

“I do like you, Y/N… a lot, but I’m not dumb enough to not realize you have feelings for him,” Changbin continued.

You hesitated before nodding slowly. “I’m sorry,” You whispered with a deep frown.

Changbin chuckled lightly and reached over, taking your hand in his and squeezing it.  “I'd rather be upset for a couple weeks than to take someone else’s girl.”

You shook your head and let out a sarcastic laugh as you stared down at your hand in his, “I’m not… he doesn’t feel that way.” 

Changbin laughed loudly which caused you to look up at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looked at you and gave you a dumbfounded look. “You’re not serious, right?” He questioned, laughing again when he saw your expression. “Chan hasn’t spoken a word to me since that night at Felix’s weeks ago. I’m sure he does.”

Your eyes widened at Changbin’s confession. He and Chan were close for a long time; you had met Changbin through Chan. You were surprised at the apparent grudge had been holding against his friend. All over him being much too close to the girl he was sleeping with. One he had stated countless times that what they had was completely casual.

Changbin’s laugh simmered down, but the smile remained as he squeezed your hand. “What do you say we stay good friends and I cheer you on despite what happens?”

You look at Changbin, a smile growing on your face before you squeeze his hand right back.

“Deal.”

-

You couldn’t shake the nervous feeling in your stomach as you reached the front door of Chan’s apartment. After talking with Changbin, you decided that you needed to confront Chan. He always avoided speaking to you about how he truly felt, but after what Changbin said, you couldn’t leave it alone. He was either going to tell you he wanted more or he didn’t; and you were fine with whatever outcome. 

You sighed before raising your shaking hand and knocking on the door. There was distant shuffling from the other side of the door and the sound of locks being unlocked before the door was opened, a confused Chan revealed behind it. His expression was soft at first, but quickly changed to one of annoyance - which you weren’t sure was genuine or just a front he was attempting to put up now that you were face to face with him after weeks.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with your boyfriend?” His voice was sour, but you ignored it.

“Why haven’t you spoken to him?” You asked quickly as you stared up at him, hands on your hips.

Chan’s face twisted in confusion. “Excuse me?”

“Why are you ignoring Changbin?”

Chan rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. “Thought it’d be easier for you to not have the guy you fucked around your boyfriend. Maybe it’d make it less awkward for you.”

You laughed bitterly and shook your head. “You haven’t spoken to him since that night at Felix’s. Changbin asked me out almost two weeks after that night.” 

You watched as Chan inhaled deeply, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, seeming like he was trying to find the best explanation he could give at that moment to your inquiries. 

“It’s none of your business, Y/N. I did you both a favor, now can you leave me alone?”

“You’ve been ignoring one of your closest friends after seeing him and I talking too comfortably and then you stormed out when you saw us at the restaurant last night. Why?”

Chan sighed deeply and shook his head, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Because I don’t wanna fucking see it, okay?” He exclaimed, voice raised, but not necessarily annoyed. “Because the thought of you and Changbin together makes me sick. I don’t want to see that. I can’t see that. ”

You stared up at him, shaking your head as you pursed your lips. “You always said no strings attached, Chan. Everytime I tried to bring up us being more, you avoided it like you didn’t even want to think of it.”

“Because I didn’t,” Chan explained, voice now softer but still just as frustrated. “I don’t do relationships. I haven’t in a really long time, but I just couldn’t be away from you. I tried so hard to not keep coming back, but when it came to you… I couldn’t help myself.”

You listened intently, hands falling from their defensive position down your sides and your expression softened at his explanation. Chan spoke up again.

“Something about you kept drawing me back in. I tried to keep it casual, but I found myself wanting to see you even if we didn’t have sex. Just being around you was enough for me.”

“Then why would you avoid any hint I gave of us being more?” Your voice was above a whisper. 

So many times you tried to bring it up and he would always avoid the topic, or even sometimes would simply state that what you had was nice and there was no need to add labels or exclusivity to it. He definitely made it seem as though all he wanted was sex.

Chan sighed deeply and looked at you with a frown. “Because I’m an idiot who felt too strongly about you that it scared me.”

You stared at him for a moment and before you knew it, you had closed the gap between the two of you and pressed your lips to his. Chan did not hesitate to kiss you back, his lips moving against yours as he placed his hands on the side of your face. The kiss was sweet and deep, nothing like the hungry, desperate kisses you have shared in the past. This one was needy and full of passion, as if you two had never once shared a kiss before this moment. Chan stepped back without breaking the kiss as he pulled you with him, kicking the door with his foot as his tongue slid against your bottom lip. You placed your hands on his sides, pulling him as close as you could as your tongue slid against his.

Chan finally pulled away, breathing heavy as he attempted to catch, and stared down at you as his thumbs stroked your cheeks.

“What about Changbin?” He whispered.

You shook your head quickly, eyes staring directly into his. “That’s done. I don’t want Changbin. I want you, Channie,” You whispered.

Chan shut his eyes tightly hearing the nickname only you were allowed to use, heart thumping against his chest brutally. The days without you were torture for him and he felt as if he would explode having you here with him, speaking so softly and sweetly. He leaned down and connected his lips to yours again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your lips as his hand left your face and found your waist. He pulled you close to him, grip tight on your hips as if he was afraid that you would disappear any moment if he let go. 

Your arms found their way to his shoulders, trailing your fingers up his neck before they slithered into his hair. Your fingers tangled in the locks of his black hair, slightly tugging on it which elicited a small groan from him against your lips.

He pulled away, menacingly chuckling against your lips. “Don’t fuck with me right now, princess. I haven’t had you in weeks.” 

“And I haven’t had you in weeks,” You whispered against his lips, pleading with your eyes.

Chan pulled back more, his hands leaving your hips and quickly gripping your thighs, picking you up as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and he held your thighs tightly and securely. 

“Let’s change that,” He mumbled, kissing your lips quickly before walking you over to his bedroom. 

Once in his bedroom, Chan set you down on his bed, your back colliding with his mattress as he hovered over you. His lips found yours again, kissing you desperately while his hands explored your torso. His fingers slipped under the material of your shirt, his warm finger tips trailing against your soft skin as your shirt rose up. He pulled away just long enough to pull your shirt off of your body, discarding to a random spot of the room before his lips are pressed against your neck.

You shiver when you feel his lips against the sweet spot of your neck, sighing softly when his lips wrap around the skin of your neck and he sucks gently on the spot. His lips trail down your neck, leaving kisses down your neck to the curve of your breast to the middle of your stomach. You arched your back when he kissed dangerously close to the waistband of your shorts, a small whimper leaving your lips and a chuckle leaving his.

“Missed me, princess?” His words vibrated against your skin.

You nodded quickly, hips lifting slightly as he continued to press kisses to your skin, bottom lip ghosting over the material of your shorts. His soft top lip caressed your skin, fingers digging into your panties but staying put.

“Your words, baby,” Chan whispered, looking up at you without moving his head from his position.

You groaned slightly and lifted your hips again as you stared down at Chan - eyes locked on his just how you knew he liked it.

“I missed you, Channie. So much. I need you already,” Your words came out as a desperate plea, sounding needier than you ever let him hear. But you didn’t care.

Chan chuckled and pulled his fingers down, bringing your shorts and panties down in one go and leaving you completely bare once you had kicked them off your ankles. He smiled widely, taking in the way you looked on his bed as if it was the first time he’d ever seen you so exposed. He brought his hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and discarding it to the side. His hands found your thighs again, spreading your legs to expose your cunt to him. Chan bit his lip at the sight of your wet lips. The weeks of not tasting you, not having you, took over him quickly and he dived down immediately, resting your legs on his shoulders as he pressed his mouth to your lips. 

He sucked gently, almost as if he was kissing you sweetly, before flattening his tongue against you and licking a long, slow stripe up your lips and to your clit. He hummed against your cunt, content with himself  when he heard your moans and felt your hips twitching against his mouth. His tongue flicked your clit gently before he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucking on it gently. 

Your soft whimpers turned into louder, filthy moans with each movement of his mouth on your cunt, his fingers gripping your thighs tightly. He could feel the heel of your foot digging into his shoulder, bringing him closer to you if that was possible. He looked at you through his lashes and watched as you threw your head back in pleasure, your chest heaving with each flick of his tongue. He took your lips in his mouth, sucking loudly which only made you moan out again.

“Channie, baby, don’t stop please!” You moaned out and Chan only hummed.

There was no way he was stopping. He knew every movement of your body, he knew your orgasm was close and he needed to taste your release on his tongue. His eyes stayed on your state as his lips wrapped around your clit again, alternating between sucking and flicking the sensitive bud. 

Your breath picked up and you could feel the heat rise in your stomach as you felt your orgasm quickly approach you. With Chan’s mouth never leaving you, you felt your orgasm crash over you, releasing on his tongue as you moaned out loudly. Chan knew you had come, he could feel it on his tongue, but he didn’t stop his actions. He only continued the flick of his tongue, eliciting small whimpers to escape your lips.

“Too… too much, Channie,” You whimpered, pressing your foot into his shoulder to push yourself away from Chan.

But his grip only tightened and he pulled you closer, holding you in place as his lips continued to move against your sweet, sensitive cunt. His lips wrapped around your lips before flattening his tongue against you. Quickly, your second orgasm crashed over you and you couldn’t hold back the scream that came with the hypersensitivity that came with it. 

Finally, Chan pulled away from your cunt, breathing heavily and deeply as he stared at you. Your chest was flushed and rising quickly, staring at Chan with a worn out look, his dick twitching in his sweatpants knowing just how hard he made you cum. He laughed menacingly before leaning down and pressing a small kiss to your clit, causing you to twitch from being so sensitive. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” Chan whispered, your heart hopping at the new nickname as you watched him climb over your frame and hovering over you before dipping down so that your lips were only inches away. 

“I hadn’t tasted you in so long, I’d almost forgotten how sweet you are,” He whispered, hot breath touching your lips before closing the gap between the two of you.

His wet lips pressed against yours and you could taste yourself on his lips. Chan moved his lips against yours as one hand tugged on his sweats, pulling them down along with his underwear. He sighed against your lips, feeling instant relief at his cock no longer being restrained by his clothes as it twitched and hit his stomach. He refused to break the kiss as he lined himself with your entrance, tip teasing your hole gently. 

You gasped against his lips, a smile growing on his lips which broke the kiss but he didn’t pull back.

“Need you so bad, babygirl. I’ve missed you on my cock,” He whispered against your lips.

Small whimpers left you as Chan slid himself inside of you, almost painfully slow. He groaned loudly as he felt your walls swallow him, shutting his eyes as he stretched you out. He had been inside of you countless times before, but each time was better than the last. And this time, going weeks without having you, felt like the first time all over again. He hissed deep, bottoming inside of you and feeling his hips touch your skin. Your walls clenched around him and his breath hitched, eyes popping open and staring down at you again.

”Don’t do that, baby. I might just cum,” He whispered, brows furrowed as he slowly slid out of you only to ram back inside of you.

Your body bounced with his movement, your mouth falling agape as a moan escaped. Chan found his pace, thrusting slowly but deeply each time. Sweet, high-pitched moans left your lips, whimpering when his slow pace was not enough for you.

”Channie, please,” You pleaded, hands grabbing his shoulders and digging your nails into the soft, warm skin. 

“What, my love? What do you need?” Chan cooed, continuing to his tortuously slow thrusts.

You whimpered, pleading with your eyes as if he could read your mind. He knew you well enough, though. Well enough to know just how rough you liked it, well enough to know by your small cries how impatient you were slowly becoming. But he wanted to hear you. He wanted to hear your desperation just as much as he loved to see it.

”Fuck me hard,” You words came out in a whisper, nails dragging down his back.

Chan did not hesitate to oblige. He wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling your torso to his as he slammed into you. His pace picked up, thrusting hard and messy, but still so perfect. The tip of his cock found your sensitive spot every time and you didn’t fail to let him know. A combination of moans and whimpers from you and loud grunts filled the room as Chan held you close and continued to fuck you just as hard as you asked. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and you buried your face into his shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin.

Chan groaned, thrusts becoming messier as he could feel his orgasm coming. He was almost mad at himself, curing internally for not lasting longer but with how hard he was fucking you and the sweet sounds you were making, it was hard to control himself. Your walls clenched around him one more time and that was enough to send him over the edge, hot cum spilling inside of you as he halted, cock deep inside of you with your body against his.

Chan collapsed on top of you, breath heavy and arms still wrapped around you. He pulled back just enough to press his lips to your shoulders, once, twice. Your arms didn’t leave him, fingertips stroking the back of his neck as he recovered from his orgasm. 

After a moment, Chan pulled back, allowing himself to slip out of you as he stared down at where your bodies were disconnecting. He hissed when his cum spilled out of you, squeezing your thigh tightly as he pulled out completely.

”Now you really are all mine,” He whispered.

You giggled sweetly and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, squeezing gently. “I’ve always been yours, Channie.”

Chan grinned widely, flopping down next to you and pulling your damp, naked body against his own. He pressed a small kiss to your forehead, hand placed on the back of your neck with a tight grip.

”And you better believe I’m not fucking up and letting go this time.”

You both laughed, limbs tangling together as you laid in a comfortable silence, content with each other.

If you asked Jisung, he wouldn’t call himself a workaholic. Anybody else might, but not him. Dedicated, motivated, goal-orientated. Anything but a workaholic. Jisung loved his job so much so he completely (and unknowingly) lost himself in each song he wrote, each track he produced. Every song had to be perfect and on most nights when Chan and Changbin had called it a night and headed home to rest, Jisung stayed behind at the studio and continued to arrange and rearrange beats and write out rhymes. 

But not tonight.

Chan and Changbin had stormed into Jisung’s studio and practically tore him away from his desk. Chan’s long time friend’s band had a late night gig at a bar not too far from their building and Jisung was tagging along whether he liked it or not.

“You haven’t been out in so long, I’m sure neither you or I know what was the last night you even got laid.”

Chan almost scolded him, and Jisung couldn’t fight back with his elder. He was right. Jisung couldn’t remember the last time he had relaxed, much less relaxed with nightly company. His days were spent at the studio and if he had ever felt urges when he laid in bed alone at night, he simply played a video and took matters into his own hands - literally. It had been so long since he had felt the sensual touch of another that he couldn't pinpoint it himself. 

So that’s why he put up no protest as he and his fellow producers walked down the busy city streets towards the bar that Chan’s friend was playing at. Jisung had been here before, joining Chan and Changbin for a drink after work months ago. He hadn’t been back since. The bar wasn’t that populated; just a few groups scattered around the dimly lit bar as music from the jukebox played. Jisung followed behind Chan, who was making a beeline towards the small stage at the far corner of the building. On the short platform, a tall, black haired boy was tuning his guitar when he noticed the trio approaching him. A smile grew on his face as he dropped his hand from his guitar and stretched it out towards Chan.

“Chan-hyung! How are you?” The boy called out with a smile as his hand met Chan’s, connecting with a loud clap.

“Good, Hyunjin. Excited to see you guys again. Where is she?”

Jisung looked around as Chan shared pleasantries with his friend, taking in the scene around him as he stood next to Changbin. He stared at the side door on the opposite side of the building and watched it open. His eyes remained glued to the door when the figure of a girl in tight black clothing and big black boots walked through the door, the red led lights set up in the bar making her look like something out of a movie. His heart dropped when he saw a wide smile on a smile and her pace picked up in his direction.

“Channie! You made it!” You exclaimed as you bounced happily towards Chan, your arms wrapping around his frame tightly once you reached him.

Jisung cleared his throat as he watched the scene in front of him. Here he had thought that this close friend of Chan’s was Hyunjin, but rather it was the most beautiful girl he had ever set his eyes on. Suddenly he was extremely grateful his friends had dragged him away from his desk and to this bar.

“Of course!” Chan exclaimed happily as he held you tight for just a second before letting go of you and taking a step back. “You remember Changbin, I introduced you last time at your last show.”

“Yes, of course! Hi, Changbin!” You exclaimed as you took a step forward and gave Changbin a tight hug just as you had given Chan. You tore away after a quick second and looked back over at Chan.

“And this is the third to 3Racha, Jisung,” Chan introduced with a grin, his hand extended towards Jisung as he looked between the two of you. “Jisung, this is Y/N.”

Jisung smiled at you and reached out his hand for a shake, only for you to ignore his hand and wrap your arms around his neck just as you had with the other two, as if you hadn’t just been introduced to each other.

“It’s so great to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you!” You exclaimed as you hugged him tightly.

Jisung felt his heart stop for just a moment as he felt his body unexpectedly flush against yours, his stomach doing flips when the sweet scent of your hair hit his nostrils, almost intoxicating him immediately. Maybe it had been too long since he left his studio.

Jisung chuckled as he patted your back gently. “All good things, I hope,” He said shyly, watching you as you pulled back from him, the grin still present on your face as if it was permanent. 

“Of course! Chan talks about you all the time, I’m so excited you came. I know you boys mainly work with hip-hop tracks, but hopefully you like our sound. We’re mainly a cover band, nothing as original as you.”

Your voice was soft and sweet, a striking contrast to your dark makeup and dark clothing. It captivated Jisung, his heart thumping nervously against his chest as he watched you turn to Chan and continue the conversation with him. He was mentally fighting himself. Had he known that Chan’s friend in a band was such a beautiful girl, he would’ve accepted the invitations Chan had extended long ago. 

After a few minutes, your name was called and you excused yourself before running towards the platform where Hyunjin and two more boys were now finishing setting up. Jisung watched you as you found your spot behind the drumset at the back of the stage. You settled in, adjusting the cymbals around you, your eyes traveling and meeting Jisung’s suddenly. Jisung turned immediately when he caught your smile, red creeping on his cheeks at the fact that he had been caught staring. His eyes met Chan, who stared at him with a sly smirk. It didn’t take much for anyone around to see what was happening to Jisung and clearly, Chan was able to notice.

“Let’s grab a drink,” Chan finally spoke. “Jisung seems to really need one.”

The three boys walked over and took the spot at a table not too far from the stage. A waiter came and went with their drink order, coming back just in time with the three drinks when the music from the jukebox finally cut off and catching everyone’s attention. 

No introduction was presented before a slow guitar riff played from Hyunjin’s guitar, who was standing front and center in front of a microphone stand. After a few chords, the sound of cymbals crashing and a steady drum beat came from you. Jisung brought his glass to his lips, taking a small sip of his beer as his eyes travelled to the back of the stage.

The smile had left your face for the first time tonight, your expression concentrated as your head moved side to side with the rhythm of your drums as if your whole body was keeping time with the song. Your eyes shut for a moment, your head still moving before it stopped for just a minute. You opened your eyes and your gaze met Jisung’s yet again - but he didn’t look away this time. He watched as a smirk snuck onto your face, your tongue meeting the inside of your cheek as your rhythm quickened. Jisung only took in your state, eyes wandering down to watch you bang your song on your drums. But something else caught his eye; something he hadn’t noticed when he first met you.

Your breasts. The way they bulged over the deep neck line of your tight black shirt, bouncing with every movement of your arms and leg as you banged your drums, faster and harder each time. Jisung felt the blood rushing to his lower body, internally feeling grateful he was sitting at a table that covered the lower half of his body. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat as he took another sip of his beer, this one longer than the last. He forced his gaze away from your chest and back up to your face. He immediately regretted it when he saw your head thrown back just slightly and your teeth latched onto your bottom lip. You were feeling the music and Jisung was definitely feeling something.

He felt embarrassed, and almost angry at himself - and partly at Chan, just because he was right. It had been so long since he had been with anyone that just the sight of your bouncing breasts and you biting your lip got him hard, as if he was a teenager with raging hormones that he didn’t know how to control. It felt wrong, staring at you with such dirty thoughts running through his mind, but he just couldn’t bring himself to look away. 

-

The taxi ride home felt even longer than the performance as Jisung sat uncomfortably in the back, adjusting himself as subtly as he could. He didn’t last long after your set was over, his eyes constantly traveling down to your sweat-covered chest that only glistened under the dim colored lights anytime you were near him. Jisung excused himself, saying he had to be back at the studio first thing in the morning and he could’ve sworn he saw a slight hint of disappointment in your expression when he said his goodbye. But not before you made him promise you he would make it to another one of your performances and a tight, but soft hug.

Jisung finally reached his apartment and rushed inside, barely shutting and locking the door behind him before he reached his bedroom. He slumped down on his bed, groaning loudly at the uncomfortable tent in his tight jeans. He fumbled with the button of his jeans, hurriedly undoing it and pushing them down to his thighs along with his boxers. His cock sprung free and he sighed deeply at the sudden relief.

It was embarrassing just how hard he was at something so small, not to mention extremely perverted. It was as if he was an untouched virgin and you were the first woman with a full chest he had ever laid eyes on. He shouldn’t have been so hard and already leaking at the tip just at the sight of your breasts bouncing as you played your drums. It was something so simple, so trivial. But the months of not having sex had finally caught up to him and now here he was, hard with you on his mind.

Jisung wrapped his hand around himself, hissing as he gripped his throbbing cock tightly and slowly pumped himself once, twice, three times. The thought of pulling his phone out and playing a video to help him finish didn’t even cross his mind. He had spent the last hour uncomfortably hard in that bar and he needed to finish quickly. He stroked his cock with a tight grip as he shut his eyes, attempting to think of anything but you as he pleasured himself. He tried to focus on the feeling of his hand on himself, his pace quickening as he searched for release.

But it was no use. All he could see in his eyes were your breasts and your head thrown back with your eyes shut. His cock throbbed at the thought of you on top of him, mimicking those same actions as he buried himself inside of you. The thought of your hands gripping his thighs as you bounced on his dick and his name being called in your sweet, soft voice. He moaned loudly at his own imagination and he stroked his cock faster than before.

“Fuck,” Jisung moaned as he stroked his cock messily and quickly, thick ropes of cum spilling from the tip of his cock and down his knuckles. 

He groaned loudly as he pumped himself, stroking out the last of his orgasm before finally releasing his cock from his tight grip. Jisung’s chest rose up and down heavily as he looked down at the mess he had made on himself.

Almost as if timed, three consecutive pings sounded from his phone in his pocket. Using the hand that wasn’t painted with his cum, he pulled his phone out, heart nearly dropping to his stomach when he saw the messages displayed on the screen.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey jisung, it’s y/n i got your number off chan hope you dont mind lol [image] this is our next show, it’s next weekend i hope you can make it remember you promised me lol

-

The day of the show came quicker than Jisung expected and the nervous feeling in his stomach only worsened as the time got closer. There was a part of Jisung who wanted to not go, to avoid you due to the shame he felt for imagining you every night since he met you. But the other part desired to see you again much more. Maybe he had gotten it all out of his system now and he won’t have to cut your interaction short again because of the overwhelming pressure he felt in his lower body. Maybe seeing you again would appease him.

The desire to see you again won him over and Jisung was walking up the side of the yard to an open gate where people were already crowding around. Loud music coming from a live band could be heard from the backyard and Jisung made his way through the gate, pushing past the guys that were away from the rest of the crowd having a smoke. The nervous feeling in Jisung’s stomach intensified and he felt a squeeze in his chest when the makeshift stage appeared in front of him. Hyunjin was at his spot right in the front, singing into the microphone in front of him as he strummed his electric guitar. He stood front and center for a second before stepping aside, revealing the drum set behind him.

Jisung swallowed deeply when you were finally exposed, makeup just as dark as before only now accompanied by a dark red lipstick that accentuated the shape and curve of your lips. As if you couldn’t get any better than before. The black leather jacket you were sporting was now falling off your shoulders, exposing the sweat glistening on your chest. It wasn’t a hot night, but with the way you moved with so much passion it wasn’t hard for you to sweat. He had seen it the other night and it was evident that you always put in the same energy into your instrument regardless of where you were performing.

You hadn’t seen Jisung make his way into the crowd yet. You were much too focused, your eyes closed to concentrate on the time and rhythm of the song and your head bobbing with each crash of the cymbal. It was only when your rhythm sped up and you moved to hit the toms on your right that you opened your eyes. Jisung perked up, moving slightly to the side of the crowd when he saw your eyes open, not sure if he wanted to make himself known yet or not. But you caught his gaze and gave him a small smirk. You brought your hand up, twirling the drum stick in your hand and Jisung could’ve sworn that the movement of your fingers was more of a wave to him than a stage trick.

He couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, almost ignoring the person who came up beside with an unopened can extended out towards him.

“Friend of hers?” The small eyed boy asked, catching Jisung’s attention.

Jisung hesitated before nodding slowly. “Friend of a friend.”

The boy nodded and gestured the closed beer can towards Jisung again. “Figured. She only does her little waves when she sees familiar faces in the crowd.”

The smile on Jisung’s face only grew wider at the confirmation of your acknowledgment of him. He reached out and grabbed the can from the boy’s hand. “Jisung.”

“Jeongin,” The boy said with a smile before opening his own can of beer. “I’m Y/N and Hyunjin’s roommate and I kind of manage their backyard shows.” 

Jisung nodded along to Jeongin’s explanation, opening the can he had been handed and taking a swig.

“They’re really good. She’s really good. I haven’t seen a lot of female drummers," Jisung explained as he watched you play your drums.

“Yeah, she is,” Jeongin explained as a small laugh left his lips. “She keeps the crowd coming back, that’s for sure.”

Jisung chuckled, not taking his eyes off you as he slowly sipped on his drink. Minutes passed and you played song after song before you finally set your drumsticks down. 

“Now, for our next group,” Hyunjin began to announce but his voice faded in Jisung’s ears as he watched you stand up from behind the drums.

His heart raced when he saw you shrug your jacket off your shoulders, revealing the short black dress that hugged your curves just right and the black fishnet tights that made the shape of your legs stand out more than before. He tried to ignore the dizzy feeling in his head and the blood rushing down his body as you moved around the set and walked towards him.

You smiled at him until you finally reached him, wrapping your arms around his neck just as you had the first time you met him.

“I’m so glad you came!” You exclaimed happily, squeezing him tightly.

Jisung laughed nervously as he wrapped an arm around your frame, patting your back gently and hoping you didn’t feel just how excited he was to see you again.

“So am I. You were great up there,” Jisung said with a big grin, stepping back and looking down at you. 

Keeping his eyes on your face seemed to be an impossible task with your low-cut dress that left so little of your breast to his imagination and your lipstick that made your lips look so inviting and it only made the previous shame he had felt rise up again. Maybe if he stared at those pretty red lips of yours he could concentrate, but that only seemed to keep the blood flowing and migrating downwards.

The next band played and Jisung continued to sip on his drink as you two exchanged words and opened a few more cans. It was only about an hour before he asked to use the restroom and you happily led him inside the home, which you had explained was one you shared with your two friends and fellow bandmates.

You showed Jisung the way to the bathroom and he sighed deeply after closing the door. He relieved himself and moved over to the sink afterwards, cupping water in his hands before splashing it on his face. So far he was doing well controlling himself, but every now and then you would move just a little too close to him or giggle so sweetly that he could feel it all over his body and he would remember the times you appeared behind his eyes during his alone time.

He sighed deeply before stepping out of the bathroom, face twisted in confusion when he no longer saw you in the hallway where he had left you.

“Y/N!” Jisung called out, looking around the room before hearing your voice towards the end of the dark hallway.

“In here!” Your voice called out and he followed it, the open bedroom door appearing in the dark as he got closer to it.

There he saw you sitting on the bed, leather jacket thrown on the bed as you were bent over and undoing the laces on your boots. Jisung watched you intently, your chest bouncing ever so gently as you tugged your boots off. You looked up as he approached you and you smiled sweetly.

“Love these, but my feet are starting to kill me,” You explained as you tugged off your last boot and placed it next to your bed.

Jisung chuckled as he stepped inside, taking a look around your bedroom and everything you had adorning it.

“You’re home, might as well be comfortable,” He said as he walked towards a bookshelf that caught his eye. 

It was tall and black and full to the brim with a bunch of different CDs. He had never seen so many CDs outside of music stores and curiosity got the best of him.

“Do you actually listen to these?” He asked, still not looking your way.

“Absolutely,” Your voice rang behind him. “There’s always a disc in the player on the top.”

Jisung looked up at the player, twisting his head to read the name that was labeled on the CD.

“You know Rammstein?” Your voice was closer to him now and he looked quickly between you and the CD player before shaking his head.

You chuckled and reached over his shoulder, pressing a button on the player which made the CD spin and music pour from the speaker.

“They’re a German rock band I definitely should’ve not been listening to as young as I did,” You explained with a small laugh.

Jisung looked at you, brows furrowed as a deep, almost brutal voice sang in the speaker of your CD player.

“What do you mean?”

You only laughed again as you looked up at him, not moving from your spot right next to him. “They’re extremely sexual and dirty. But I didn’t know because I didn’t know the language.”

You shifted slightly, placing your hand on the shelf as you looked up at Jisung.

“I’m the rider, you’re the horse,” You began, keeping the same tempo as the man singing, translating the lyrics for Jisung. 

“In, Out, In, Out,” You translated.

Jisung felt himself stiffen up and he let out a small laugh, attempting to ignore the way your soft voice speaking of such acts that made his blood rush to his cock.

“Wow,” Jisung laughed awkwardly as he stared back at the spinning CD in the player in an attempt to avoid your gaze, “This guy’s a real pervert.”

“Takes one to know one.”

Jisung’s eyes widened and he completely froze, not daring to turn around and face you. He wasn’t sure if you were joking with him, but by the tone in your voice you sounded dead serious. And that scared him. Did you know how he felt about you? How did you know?

A small laugh escaped your lips and you shifted in your spot, moving just enough to brush your arm against his.

“Come on, Jisung. I saw you staring at my tits the other night at the bar. The stage lights aren’t bright enough to blind me.”

Jisung didn’t move, didn’t say a word. Only let the words really settle in as the heat rose on his cheeks. He was extremely embarrassed. If you had noticed that, then you had most definitely noticed him adjusting himself multiple times that night. And the amount of times he stared at you tonight. How weren’t you screaming and running away?

“I’m sorry,” Was all that was able to escape his mouth, still not turning to face you.

He felt you shift next to him and suddenly, your fingers were on his cheek and you turned him to face you. 

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, Jisung. It happens,” You explained, a sweet smile on your face as Jisung did his best to not fight your gaze.

“Honestly, I’m flattered,” You said softly, your smile still present on your face. “If I’m being honest, I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you either.”

Jisung stared down at you, your fingers still pressed on his cheeks gently holding his gaze to yours. His heart was racing against his chest and his cock twitched ever so slightly in his jeans. He bit down on his bottom lip, your gaze intensified more with each second. 

“It’s not just my eyes,” Jisung finally whispered. “You haven’t left my mind since that night.”

Your smile turned into a sly smirk as your fingers finally left their position on his cheek, turning your wrist and slowly dragging your fingers down his neck to his chest.

“Did you touch yourself with me on your mind?” You whispered, no shame behind the dirty words you spoke.

Jisung nodded embarrassingly quickly and you only giggled. You flattened your hand against his chest and leaned in, your red lips inches away from his ear.

“What if we make those dirty thoughts of yours come to life?” You whispered, your warm breath hitting his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.

You pulled back slightly from his ear and suddenly Jisung’s lips were on yours. He kissed you hungrily, open mouthed as his hands found your hips and he gripped them tightly. Your hands were on his neck, pulling him close as you slid your tongue against his. The kiss was messy, both of you moving your lips against one another’s as if you had been starving for so long and you were finally being fed. You placed your hands on the side of his neck, not breaking away from his lips. Jisung’s teeth sunk into your bottom lip, tugging on it gently as he pulled back before finally letting go and separating his lips from yours.

His chest heaved up and down as he stared at you, red lipstick smeared around your mouth and eyes lidded as you stared right back at him. His own lips were tinted red from your lipstick and he looked so irresistible already, you couldn’t help but reach up and press your lips to his again. You kissed him deeply and quickly before tearing away and pressing your lips to his neck.

A soft groan escaped Jisung as you pressed open mouth kisses to his neck.

“Fuck,” He whispered, eyes shut tight when he felt your teeth on the skin of his neck. “You’ve no idea how hard I’ve come just thinking about you.”

You chuckled against his skin, one hand leaving the side of his neck and immediately cupping his erection over his jeans. He groaned loudly, cock throbbing at the sudden contact of your hand on him. You moved your neck, looking up at him as your hand massaged him gently.

“What’d you think about, Sungie?” You teased, your voice low and seductive. “Tell me everything.”

You tore your hand away from his crotch, bringing both hands to his shoulders and pushing down to sit down on the edge of your bed with a sly smirk. His eyes were wide as he stared up at you, desperation and surprise evident on his face. You were so straight forward, so shameless from the moment he met you and it excited him more than he thought possible.

“Your tits,” Jisung responded shyly, watching you as you stood directly in front of him. 

You bent over slightly, your chest right in front of his face. He chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at the curve of your breasts and pressed his thighs together. You only laughed at the desperation that was clearly running through him.

“What about them, Jisungie?”

“Just imagining how amazing they’d look if you were bouncing on my cock,” He explained, eyes locking with yours as you stepped closer to him, the skin of your chest rubbing ever so slightly against his chin. He groaned at the sudden contact of your skin on his, almost embarrassed at how something so small and simple made his cock throb in his jeans.

You chuckled slightly and grabbed his wrists, bringing his hands to your chest and placing them on your breasts. Jisung gasped, not hesitating to squeeze your breasts tightly in his hands, your breasts molding perfectly into his hands as you wore no bra under your dress. You moaned slightly, watching the amazement in his face as he cupped and played with your breasts.

“Don’t be shy, Ji,” You spoke up, causing him to look up at you without letting his hands fall from your chest. “I want you to show me everything you imagined when you touched yourself to me.”

Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers into the neckline of your dress, pulling it down and letting your boobs spill out from your top and exposing them to him. He let out a small whimper as he took your breasts in his hands again, index fingers grazing over your nipples which caused you to flinch slightly at the contact. Jisung was too engulfed in your breasts to notice, leaning in and wrapping his lips around it to take in as much of your tit as he could. He sucked on your nipple, flicking it with his tongue as you moaned loudly. 

Jisung shut his eyes, savoring the feeling of your breast in his mouth as his other hand continued to play with your nipple. You arched your back in pleasure, allowing him to take more of you in his mouth if possible, moaning as his tongue flicked one nipple and his finger played with the other. You brought your hand to his hair, pushing it back away from his face so you could see him better. The feeling had him open his eyes, his gaze meeting yours as he continued devouring your breast. 

The sight of him alone sent a quivering feeling down your body and you pressed your thighs together, hoping to feel some friction to alleviate the throbbing feeling in your pussy. Jisung did not break eye contact with you as his lips and tongue played with your nipple, wanting to see your reaction and see if you were enjoying it just as much as he was. If he could see the wetness pooling in your panties, he would know just how much you were enjoying him playing with your tits.

Finally, his mouth left your nipple, letting your breast fall and brush against his cheek.

“Baby, can I taste you?” His voice sounded desperate, matching with the expression on his face. “Please say yes. I need to taste all of you.”

You nodded, laughing as you pushed his hair back away from his face.

“Of course you can, Sungie. Anything you want,” You whispered, pressing a deep and quick kiss to his lips before taking a step back from him.

Jisung stood up, his hands finding your hips immediately and moving you so your back was now to your bed. You sat down on the edge of your bed and Jisung immediately dropped to his knees in front of you.

He placed his hands on your knees, gripping them as he pulled your legs apart quickly and desperately, your dress riding up your thighs and exposing the black lace thong you were sporting under your fishnets. He bit his lip as he dragged his hands up your thighs. His hand reached your crotch and his fingers hooked in the holes of your tights and without thinking twice, tugged at them roughly. He tore your fishnets right at your crotch, a slight yelp leaving your lips at the sudden aggression and a gasp left his lips.

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry,” Jisung exclaimed quickly, eyes shuffling back and forth between your face and your now ripped tights. 

You shook your head and placed your hand on his cheek. “It’s okay, Ji, don’t worry,” You explained with a smile and a squeeze on his cheek. “Keep going, baby. It’s fine.”

Jisung nodded quickly before tugging at the tights again, the hole becoming larger as he pulled the material apart. Satisfied with the large hole he had torn into your tights, his fingers hooked into your panties and pushed them to the side. Jisung groaned when your pussy was exposed to him, glistening and ready to take him. He pressed his index finger to your clit, rubbing a small circle on it before dragging it down your lips.

Jisung leaned forward and wrapped his around your clit as he slowly inserted his finger inside of you. You moaned softly, causing his cock to twitch again in his jeans. He wanted so badly to slide himself inside of you and finally feel you wrapped around his cock, but he couldn’t bring himself to tear himself away from your cunt and the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue. Jisung flicked your clit with his tongue, curling his finger as he pumped inside of you, his eyes rolling back as the sound of your sweet moans filled his ears.

“Fuck, baby. Is this what you imagined?” You whispered between moans, pushing his hair out of his face so you could get a clear look at his face.

Jisung nodded, not tearing himself away from your cunt as he moaned, the vibrations hitting your lips. Slowly, he inserted a second finger, feeling content with himself when you moaned loudly at the stretch. He alternated between sucking on your clit and flicking it, curling his finger inside of you. He could feel your walls clenching around his fingers and the way your hips were twitching against his face, he knew you would be close soon.

“Sungie, you’re so good, baby. You’re gonna make me cum all over your face. Is that what you want?” You praised him, your hand gripping his hair and forcing his eyes to look into yours.

He nodded quickly and you moaned out loud.

“Keep doing what you’re doing, baby. You’re doing so good,” You moaned, slowly grinding your hips on his mouth. 

Jisung’s tongue continued its playful adventure on your clit, fingers pumping inside of you. Your orgasm came over you quickly, your hips twitching faster as you released on Jisung’s tongue - who only pulled his fingers out and flattened his tongue against your lips to lick up as much of your arousal as he could. 

Finally he pulled away from your cunt, breathing heavily as he attempted to catch his breath. You bit your lip at the sight of him, mouth and chin glistening from your orgasm. You smiled and let go of your grip on his hair and reached forward, rubbing your fingers against his chin to clean up the mess you had left on him.

“Get on the bed, baby. Let me make your dreams come true,” You whispered with a smile, your fingers leaving his chin.

Jisung nodded quickly and stood up, taking a seat on your bed as quickly as he could while you stood up. Your hand traveled to his hips, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers just enough to let his cock spring free. His cock slapped against his stomach. leaving a wet spot on his t-shirt he hadn’t bothered to pull off. You bit your lip as you took in the sight of his cock, hard, red and glistening. He looked so delicious, you were clenching around nothing just thinking of how good it would feel when he stretched you out.

You threw your leg over his lap, climbing over his lap as you settled yourself over him so you were straddling him. Jisung stared up at you as you took his cock in your hand, spreading the slick of his arousal down his cock before lining him up with your entrance. You placed his tip at your entrance and slowly slid down his cock,  both of your moans combining loudly as your walls wrapped around him and swallowed him completely.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good,” Jisung moaned, his mouth laying open as you bottomed out, your hips connecting with his as you took all of him.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, his hands placed on your hips as you slowly moved up before slamming back down on his lap repeatedly, your breast bouncing with the sudden movement.

“Is this what you imagined, Sungie?” You asked, bouncing on his lap and moaning as the tip of his cock grazed against the sensitive spot deep inside of you. 

“Fuck, even better than I thought,” Jisung groaned as he watched your tits bounce up and down with each bounce of yours on his cock.

The loud sounds of his skin hitting yours and your arousal filled the room, low groans coming from Jisung as he stared between your tits and his face. With each touch of his tip to your spot, you could feel your second orgasm coming, your walls tightening around Jisung’s length. Your pace never faltered and you could feel the heat rising in your stomach before finally feeling your orgasm crash over you. You moan loudly, your hands gripping his shoulders as you continued to fuck him thorugh your orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, too, baby. Can I cum inside of you, please? I want to cum inside of you so bad, I need to, please,” Jisung begged, voice quivering with desperation as he stared at you, his eyes pleading just as much as his words. 

You nodded quickly, continuing to bounce on his cock and squeezing his shoulders to keep yourself steady. “Cum for me, Ji. Want you to cum for me.”

Your voice was sweet and Jisung could already feel his orgasm coming. 

He gripped your hips tightly, holding you still for just a second before beginning to thrust himself up into you. His thrusts became sloppy before finally his cum shot out of him and inside of you. Jisung groaned, burying himself inside of you and staying in place as he let the last of his orgasm spill in your walls.

Jisung breathed heavily, chest rising up and down as you collapsed on top of him, his hands never leaving your hips as you attempted to catch your breath yourself. After a moment, you smiled, slowly climbing off him and letting his cock slide out of you before laying down beside him. He watched you intently, laughing to himself as he took in the state you were tits out, fishnets ripped, lipstick smeared and ruined around your mouth. And you never looked more beautiful to him. 

He felt the heat rise in his cheeks again when he remembered he had literally ripped your clothing you were wearing, “I’m sorry about your tights,” Jisung spoke up, laughing nervously as he watched you. “I’ll get you new ones.”

You smiled sweetly and shook your head. You turned to your side, pressing your lips to his, the kiss softer and sweeter than the previous one you had shared.  You pulled away after a moment, meeting with Jisung’s smile as he stared down at you.

“Torn tights aside. Was I everything you imagined?” You whispered, your hand placed flat on his chest and your finger slowly caressing him over his shirt that was now stuck to his chest from the sweat.

Jisung chuckled, cheeks turning red at the fact his dirty secret was discovered. “Everything and more,” he admitted sheepishly.

You laughed and pecked his lips quickly once more before shifting in your spot. 

“We should probably head back out before my roommates come looking for me,” You explained, turning onto your back and hooking your fingers in your shirt to cover up your chest again.

But Jisung’s hand was wrapped around your wrist quickly, causing you to stop and turn to face him.

“Don’t put those away, please,” He begged and you only laughed.

“Ji, they can walk in.”

Jisung shook his head quickly before inching closer to you and pressing a small kiss on the curve of your breast softly. 

You weren’t sure what it was that kept you going back. After months of late night phone calls and last minute meetings and mentally kicking yourself for allowing it to happen, you knew Chan had a grip on you. Maybe it was those shiny brown eyes of his or his big, cheesy grin that he never failed to flash at you. Maybe it was the way he knew every part of your body, the spots that made you gasp whenever he’d press his lips to them, the way his hands molded perfectly to your core and his fingers curled just right inside of you. He knew the exact way to make your heart race, your knees quiver, and your core tingle all at once. He was so perfect, you’d be an idiot to let him go.

Maybe that’s why you accept whatever he gives you. No label, no commitment, no relationship. Just friends who ended up hooking up once after a night out months ago and haven’t stopped since. At first you were fine with the no-strings-attached situation, feeling that you weren’t also ready for a commitment. But as time passed by and Chan’s name popped on your phone everyday, whether for sexual reasons or not, you couldn’t help but feel the beat of your heart pick up each time. Or when he’d come to your apartment in the late hours of the night with takeout because you told him you were hungry. Or when you’d wake up in his bed after multiple rounds and he’d pull you close to his body while still asleep when he felt you attempt to leave his bed in the morning. He always said no strings attached, but he really knew how to play with those in your heart.

Chan knew exactly how to play with you. Whether it was your emotions or your body, he knew all the right moves. Even if you wanted more from him, you’d never admit to him directly. Having him this way was better than not having him at all. 

You knew you were an idiot. Your best friend always made sure to tell you. Felix knew you much too well to know that at this point it wasn’t just sex for you. You’re too much of a lover to just be fucking him. He would constantly tell you. He was right, but you would never give him the satisfaction of letting him know that.

So maybe that was why you were in this position again, bent over the back of Chan’s couch, him buried deep inside of you with a strong grip on your neck as if he was afraid that you’d run away if he let go. Anytime he was inside of you, your mind went hazy and those thoughts of wanting more flew right out of your brain. All that mattered in the moment was the way he stretched you out so perfectly and how delicious his pace was: slow and steady at first until he couldn’t take it anymore and he started to fuck you faster, harder, deeper.

You felt his hand loosen ever so slightly on your neck, only for his fingers to tangle in the roots of your hair and lifting your neck so your gaze met his. He looked so irresistible, brows furrowed and damp, lips opened so slightly and swollen from when you sank your teeth in them when you were facing him earlier. You watched as his shoulders shook with each thrust and you let out a small whimper when he reached the sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Fuck, don’t make that noise, or I’m gonna cum,” Chan groaned as he bottomed out inside of you, keeping himself there only for a second before continuing his fast thrusts in and out of you.

”I want you to cum, Channie,” You moaned, staring up at his eyes as he pounded you from behind. You wanted nothing more than to close your eyes in complete and total pleasure, but you couldn’t. Chan loved watching your face intently as he finished; almost as if his gaze established more dominance over you than he already had.

A low groan rumbled from Chan’s chest and his pace picked up again, lewd noises of your arousal and his skin hitting yours filled his living room along with the moans that escaped your lips. Your gaze never left Chan’s as you clenched around his length, the groan coming out of Chan was scandalous and you could see in his face the moment he came apart. He slid out of you swiftly and removed his hand from your neck to wrap it around himself, pumping quickly and painting the curve of your ass with thick, white stripes. 

“Fuck, so perfect,” Chan whispered as his hand found its way to your back, dragging his fingers slowly and halting right when he reached the spot where his release was on your skin. 

You let your head drop on his couch, watching his shirt disappear from its spot next to you being followed by the feeling of it on your back as he cleaned up the mess he made. You felt his hands tap your behind slightly before feeling your shorts being pulled from your ankles up your legs. He always did that and it pissed you off almost just as it made your heart flutter. You know he saw you as just a good fuck, but he’d never try to make you feel that way. Not intentionally. His heart was still big and good and warm, even when he wanted no commitment but still wanted all the sex. 

You raised yourself from the back of the couch and took hold of your shorts, pulling them up to your waist and securing them in their spot. You turned to Chan, watching him as he pulled his own sweats back up, being left only in those as he had now soiled his shirt that you had pulled off of him in your desperation to feel his skin. Today was just one of those days where he needed you so badly, he couldn’t waste time in undressing you and opted to pull your shorts down and take you right then and there.

”Feeling good?” He asked, that big, warm grin plastered on his face as he watched you grip his couch for support. Your knees were shaking and he knew that. He always left you that way.

You nodded and he only chuckled before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

”Sit down. I’ll get you a water and some chips. You’re going to need energy for when you ride me later,” Chan whispered with a wink before disappearing into his kitchen.

You sighed before walking around the couch, your hand never leaving it until you finally sat down and sunk in. Your heart was racing and you weren’t sure if it was his actions while he made you his or after. But one thing you knew for sure, you were happy as long as you got to have him, no matter the conditions.

—-

Channie: felix told you about tonight right? hoping to see you there. it’s been a few days since i’ve had your mouth on me and it’s all i can think about, pretty girl

Chan’s text message had been haunting your phone for the last couple of hours since it had arrived. Of course, Felix had told you about tonight. Nothing special, just a small gathering at his and Seungmin’s apartment. Some baseball game on, a couple drinks and some food, nothing special. It was a casual occurrence that happened frequently.

What wasn’t a frequent occurrence, though, was Chan almost ignoring you the whole time you were there. A quick smile and hug was all you were given before he turned his full attention to Seungmin and the game playing on the tv. It almost pained you that you never caught Chan’s gaze when you turned to look at him and it embarrassed you more when you found yourself staring just a little longer to see if he’d turn and he never did. The only one to notice your attempts was Felix and it was evident in the disappointed expression he would shoot your way each time he caught your eyes on Chan. 

After the umpteenth attempt of getting Chan’s attention, you sighed quietly and stood up, walking out of the living room and into the kitchen. You weren’t hungry, but you need to get away for just a moment and compose yourself; convince yourself to stop trying to get someone’s attention who clearly didn’t want to give it to you. You were making your way to the refrigerator when you saw Changbin had already beat you to it. 

He turned towards you when he heard your footsteps, smiling slightly as he pulled a takeout container from your friends’ refrigerator.

”You here for fried chicken too?” 

You laughed and shook your head. “No, Bin. Just water.”

He nodded before turning back to the fridge, taking a water bottle from the shelf on the door and handing it to you. You took the water bottle and he turned back to the fridge, closing the door before walking over to the microwave and throwing the takeout container inside of it. 

“I came here right after the gym and I didn’t have time to eat. I didn’t think Felix would only have chips and beer or else I would’ve stopped by for food,” Changbin explained as he leaned against the counter and looked towards you.

You nodded as you opened your water bottle, taking a quick sip before closing it again. “You go to the gym everyday?” 

Changbin let out a chuckle as he lifted his arm, flexing it ever so slightly. “You didn’t think I was just born like this, did you?”

You laughed slightly as you watched his arm, his bicep growing significantly in size even with his minimal attempt at flexing it. His black t-shirt seemed as if it was going to burst if he flexed just a little more. 

“No, I guess not. I’ve just never been around anyone with such big muscles, much less someone whose shirt looks like it’ll tear off at any moment because of his big muscles,” You explained with a giggle.

You weren’t sure if it was the lack of attention that you were receiving from Chan, but having Changbin’s sudden attention felt nice. You weren’t close to Changbin, only ever engaging in casual, polite conversation with him in the past. But you couldn’t deny that he was a handsome man and his muscles were just as attractive as his face. 

It was evident that your comment lit a match for Changbin’s confidence, his smile turning into a sly smirk and his bicep flexing slightly more than before.

”Don’t be afraid, that won’t happen. I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to handle it if my shirt did pop off.”

”Hmm, and how would I know that I’m safe from that scenario?”

Changbin pushed himself off the counter and took a step towards you, smirking down at you in this newfound closeness to you. He lifted his arm again, flexing harder than before.

”How about you find out for yourself?”

You smirked before lifting your hand, fingers curling around Changbin’s hard bicep. You squeezed it gently and you were just opening your mouth to speak when you heard footsteps approach the kitchen. Both you and Changbin turned your attention to who was walking into the scene. Your heart sank when you caught Chan’s eyes for the first time that night. You almost thought you saw the corner of his lip curl in disapproval at the scene and you were so focused on trying to read his expression that you didn’t realize your fingers were still curled tightly around Changbin’s arm.

You watched as Chan stayed expressionless, only walking over to the fridge and grabbing a soda out of it before turning around again. He walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a package of napkins. Chan turned in your direction and tossed the napkins on the counter behind you.

”Don’t make a mess all over Felix’s floor,” Chan said coldly before turning around and disappearing from the kitchen. 

You gulped and quickly let go of Changbin’s arm, both of you taking a step back away from each other. The beeping of the microwave quickly caught Changbin’s attention and he turned around, pulling the takeout container he had previously thrown in there and then turning to face you again.

”I’ll see you in the living room, Y/N,” He stated awkwardly before following in Chan’s footsteps towards the living room.

You sighed deeply and shook your head. You weren’t sure what was going through Chan’s mind and you were scared to find out. What if this was his breaking point and he breaks off whatever deal you had going on for months now? Changbin was attractive, but he wasn’t who you wanted. And you didn’t want to lose who you already had.

—

You groaned at the constant vibration of your phone against your bed that had successfully woken you up after only falling asleep not too long ago. You couldn’t forget Chan’s expression when he found you and Changbin in the kitchen earlier that night and the cold shoulder he gave you afterwards kept your mind racing and your body awake for longer than you wanted. Sleep had finally taken you over for just a small while before your phone woke you up.

You reached over and saw the multiple missed calls and text messages from Chan under the clock that read 1:30 AM.

Channie: are you awake?

Channie: you better be awake, i need to see you

Channie: i’m coming over i’ll be there soon

Missed call from Channie (7)

You furrowed your brows in confusion and rubbed your eyes when you felt your phone vibrate again. A new text message.

Channie: open the door y/n im here

You set your phone down before pushing the covers off and climbing out of bed. You rushed towards your front door, turning the hallway light on on your way before opening the door. There stood Chan, dressed in a hoodie and sweats, hair messy and fluffy as if he was already in bed but couldn’t sleep either. He wasted no time in pushing past you, closing the door shut with his foot.

”Chan, it’s late. What are you doing here?”

You were barely able to get your words out before Chan spoke up himself.

”What the fuck was that?” He spat, venom spewing from his tone as he looked down at you.

“What was what?” You asked, still confused and groggy from being woken up just a minute ago.

”Don’t act stupid, Y/N. You know what I’m talking about. That flirting with Changbin,” He explained, chest heaving up and down as if he was trying his hardest to control his anger. 

You shook your head, giving him a confused look. “I wasn’t flirting with Changbin.”

Chan let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “I saw you, Y/N. Grabbing his arm, feeling him up. You were basically fucking drooling over the guy.”

”And if I was?” You challenged with a glare. “You were ignoring me all night and the last time, I checked I was just a quick fuck for you.”

”So what? You’re gonna fuck Changbin now?” Chan spat, taking a step towards you with a glare mirroring your own.

”It’s none of your business if I fuck Changbin or not,” You spat back.

Chan’s hand flew up, wrapping around your throat and pulling you close to him so your chest was flush against his.

”You think he’s gonna be able to fuck you the way I do?” He growled, his fingers pressing against the sides of your neck, forcing your eyes to stay on his. Just how he liked it. 

“You think Changbin is gonna make you shake and cum as hard as I do? You think Changbin is really gonna satisfy you the way I do?”

You felt the glare melt from your expression and replace itself with submission, whimpering as you felt the warmth of his hand around your neck. You hadn’t seen this side of Chan before. Chan was definitely not vanilla, but he was never too rough either. Not like he was tonight, body raging with jealousy and anger at the thought of your hand on Changbin. You were almost embarrassed when you felt yourself rub your thighs together at Chan’s newfound dominance. 

And he noticed it too.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Pathetic,” He growled before his lips pressed against yours, aggressive and open mouthed. Nothing like the passionate and hungry kisses he usually gave you. He pulled away, staring down at you.

”You wanted my attention? Is that why you were feeling up Changbin? You thought being a slut and giving what’s mine to someone else would get me to snap?” 

You whimpered and shook your head as much as you could in Chan’s grip. “I didn’t wanna anger you, Channie. I was just sad you wouldn’t look my way all night.”

”Well, you got my attention now. Is this what you wanted?” Chan growled, face inches away from yours, hot breath on your lips.

”Yes, Channie,” You whimpered, eyes not leaving his for a moment.

Chan smirked and his hand finally letting go of your throat and finding its way to your shoulder.  “Show me how much you wanted my attention, slut.”

He pressed down on your shoulder and you immediately dropped your knees in front of him, the evident bulge in his sweats now at eye level with you. You bit your lip and hooked your fingers in the waistband of his sweats, bringing down his sweats and boxers down just enough for his erection to spring free. You wrapped a hand around the base of his length, looking up at him as you brought the bright red tip to your lips. 

A loud hiss escaped Chan’s lips as you wrapped your lips around his tip, slowly taking more and more of his cock until your lips reached your fingers that were wrapped around him.

”Fuck, if only he could see you now. Down on your knees for me, mouth full of my cock. Fucking teach him that you’re mine and mine only,” Chan growled.

You hummed against his length that’s now hitting the back of your throat. The sensation stings, tears brimming at your eyes as you stare up at Chan. You hold for a second before slowly pulling back, his cock leaving your mouth inch by inch as he groans loudly. You stop at the tip only to take him back in your mouth, setting a steady rhythm with your mouth as your hand pumps whatever can’t fit in your mouth. Chan groans loudly, eyes shut and head thrown back. 

“You’re so fucking good, princess. I love that dirty little mouth of yours.”

Chan’s words elicit a small moan from the back of your throat that sends a vibration against Chan’s dick. The newfound sensation evidently pleasurable for him as his hips twitch, forcing you to take more of him. He hisses and he bends over, his cock quickly slipping from your mouth with a wet, popping sound from your saliva as he grabs your arm to stand you up.

“I need you, baby. I need to fuck that tight pussy of yours,” Chan growls, hands turning your body so your torso is pressed against the wall but your hips are popped out perfectly in front of him. His hands find your shorts and pull them down, along with your panties, until they rest at your knees. His hand finds your lips quickly, his fingers tracing against the slick of your arousal.

“God, look at you, so fucking wet. You think Changbin can get you this soaked?” 

You moaned loudly, shaking your head as his fingers tease along your drenched lips. 

“No, Channie.”

Chan hums as his hand leaves your lips and finds its way to your hip, gripping it tightly. Your head turned and you could see his hand wrapped around himself as he aligned himself with your entrance. You watch as he slowly pushes in with a loud groan at the feeling of your walls tightly around him. You moan out at the stretch, arching your back so he could fit perfectly deep inside of you.

“No one can fuck this pussy, baby. This pussy is fucking mine.”

Chan slowly slides out of you, once, twice before pushing himself as far as he could, his hips colliding with your bottom. His hips pick up, his pace quickening as he thrusts deep inside you. The tip of his cock brushed against the sensitive spot inside of your walls and your eyes rolled back in complete pleasure. You feel Chan’s hand against your chin, pulling your head back so your face was as clear as it could be from in front of him. You open your eyes, catching his gaze immediately. Just how he liked it.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You, Channie.” Your words are barely audible through the loud moans escaping your lips which each pump of his.

“All mine, princess. Fuck, if only he can see you, he’d know not to even try to go near what’s mine.”

Chan’s stare was intense, his words matching. If your mind hadn’t been so hazy from the feeling of his cock, you’d realize that his anger was jealousy at the thought of you and Changbin together. The mere sight of you two too close to another made him so angry to snap out of this cold-shoulder he was giving you and take you just as he had before so many times. 

“You’re all mine.” 

Your eyes never leave his, his looking into yours as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. Your walls clench around him and he groans loudly. That sound means he’s close and you wanted nothing more than to feel him come undone. 

Your hand reaches up and you curl your fingers around his wrist tightly. You look deep into his eyes as you reach your head closer to his face.

“Cum inside of me, daddy. Make this pussy yours,” You moan out.

Chan’s face twists in pleasure at your request and he rams inside of you, faster and harder. His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts, turning fast and sloppy. His cock hits your g-spot repeatedly and you could feel your knees begin to shake. Chan pumps quickly before burying deep inside, his thrust coming to sudden halt as he releases inside of you with a loud moan.

He leaves his hips against yours as he tightly shuts his eyes and loosens his grip on your chin. His chest rises and falls quickly as he tries to catch his breath. After a moment, his gaze leaves yours as he watches himself slide out of you; cock covered in a mixture of both of yours’ climaxes. His cock fully leaves your hole and small drops of his cum spill to the floor.

“Shit,” Chan curses under his breath and he finally lets go of your hip and separates his body from yours. 

Your body is still against the wall when you feel him pull your shorts up your thighs. You hum as you side eye Chan’s figure behind you. He grabs your hips and turns you around so you’re facing him again.

“Think Changbin could fuck you like that?” Chan smirks smugly as he looks down at you.

“Ignore me again and I might just have to find out.”

Chan chuckles and reaches down, pressing his lips to yours quickly. “I can never ignore my girl," he whispers, a small smile present on his face. The shock must’ve been evident on your face as he cleared his throat quickly and loudly.

“I don’t like sharing you. I like knowing I’m the only one that can have you,” He whispered.

Your heart is racing against your chest and you almost want to ask if that means what you hope it means. That he feels what you feel and that it goes deeper than sex. Before you can catch yourself, you speak up.

“Does this mean you want to be exclusive?”

Chan chuckles and presses his lips against yours again. Your heart jumps as you stare up at him, hopeful of his answer. If flirting with Changbin was the key to getting him to admit that he feels the same way, you were upset you hadn’t done it sooner. Did he finally want more too?