Channies Princess

Though the walk is nice. Comforting, and soothing. The sun sinks lower by the minute, the kind that has both of you pause, facing the horizon to take in the glimmering sea that reflects the light like a painting. The kind of sight that has your breath hitch, has you stop, eyes shining as you take in the pink and purple sky, the bright orange sun ready to bid its farewell.

Chan seems to agree, your boyfriend squeezing your hand almost faintly before he mutters the words you would have missed between the sunset, the waves and the winds.

You don’t though, not when Chan looks as if you mean the word, the same shine in his eyes as they meet yours.

“—It would be perfect to propose here.”

You think you would’ve laughed startled at such a random exclamation, would have agreed with such an romantic observation. Yet before you can even giggle at the idea, even agree with him with a hum and a nod, you only turn to find a sight that has you freezing. 

Eyes widening and lips parting with shock because he doesn’t even wait for his words to settle, doesn’t tear his gaze away, already dropping down with a widening grin.

Chan kneels. Right there, right before your suddenly frozen form.

He’s on one knee, pants planted over the wet sand, the seafoam left after retreating waves seeping through the material, yet even the dirt and water isn’t enough to keep him from doing what he decided to do. 

Everything continues as it was. The sun still on its descent, the waves still crashing against the rocks, rising over sand, the winds still ruffle through his hair, tousling the strands.

Yet nothing remains the same for you, not when his gaze meets yours so warm, so fond. Locked onto you with a lingering softness that shows in the way he fishes out the small box from the depths of his pocket. 

Where had he hidden it all day? You’re clueless. Yet he holds it before you, opening with ease, the slight tremble in his hands going unnoticed amidst the sudden emotions that surge through you. Chan holds it out before you. Offering you something you’ve only dreamt of, you can’t help but gasp, eyes flickering to what’s inside. 

It’s a glimmering thing, dainty and elegant, the ring glints beautifully against the sunset. And he cradles it in his palms, inhaling deeply as he lets you react. Your hands fly to your mouth, pressing against your lips, as you once again gasp louder. The ocean waves are cold over your feet, wind biting at your skin, yet you feel as if you are burning up.

“I—” Chan begins, clearing his throat, a twinge of nervousness crossing his gaze but the wide smile remains.

“I love you.” He states, softly, loudly, those words coming out as easily as breathing.

His eyes dart over your shocked-still expression, at the misty haze in your own gaze as you finally grasp what is happening.

“‘Is this love?’” He whispered.

A repeat of a question you’ve asked. It’s a familiar question, one that has you break into a breathy and wet scoff-like giggle as you realize exactly what he is referring to, hands falling to your sides, shoulders relaxing as you let him continue.

Let him propose.

“The night after our first date, after I spent the entire after of it distracted by thoughts of you, you sent me that question.” His cheeks dimpled with the way he grinned, watching you exhale with a breathless laugh.

“—Granted, it was a message you accidentally texted to me instead of your friend—immediately followed with ten other messages of you freaking out over it, before threatening me to forget how you just embarrassed yourself.” He recalls with a chuckle, with a fondness and a grin that has you mimic the glee, though the tears now freely slide down your cheeks.

“But how could I have ever forgotten such a question when that same night I decided that I had an answer for it. That seeing your adorable sputtering and your refusal to meet my eyes the next day made me realize that it was love. That you were it for me.” There’s a waver in his voice, a shine in his own eyes as he takes in the beautiful sight that is you.

But he barrels on, as if he has so much to say but not enough time—at least not currently. Not when he has a ring to put on your finger. The recollection of your most precious moments could wait a little.

“I knew I wanted to marry you then. I knew I wanted a full life with you.” He swallows his nervousness, his emotions that threaten to crack in his voice.

You almost whimper shakily, happily, your expression soft and warm and oh-so-touched as his voice drops just a tad bit softer, just a tinge warmer.

“I want more late night adventures, more spontaneous trips, the slow strolls hand-in-hand. I want the growing birthdays to come, the wrinkles and white hair, all the way to the end. Till death do us apart—right after that first date. I want it all with you.”

You swipe the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that pool at your jaw, shuddery breath escaping your lips with a soft sob. Chan kneels patiently, as he continues to make your heart flip, your stomach swoop, your eyes prick with more happy tears.

“I’m sure you know by now how painfully obsessed I am with you.” He too chuckles wetly, his voice slightly shaky, yet dripping with something akin to adoration as he looks up at you, absolutely besotted.

“You already know how deeply I love you, but I’ll say it again. I love you. And I will continue to do so for the rest of my remaining life. Will you—” He stutters just the slightest as he swallows, taking in a nervous breath, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Will you please marry me?”

The waves crash loud, your feet sink into the wet sand, the sunlight is moments away from disappearing, yet you only look at Chan, on his knees, his own teary eyes and that beautiful smile of his that you’re so fond of. 

Your boyfriend awaits the answer he should know you would give him almost nervously. And even with the shock and the heart-touching words spoken, you can’t help but laugh almost helplessly. The tears continue to cloud your vision yet even with blurred sight you know exactly where to find your most special person, lunging forward you can’t help but wrap your arms around him, falling onto your own knees.

Chan wobbles just the slightest at the impact but he holds you firmly, pressed right against him.

“Yes. Yesyesyes.” Your voice is half-choked, half a whisper as you tug him closer into your embrace.

Chan’s own voice cracks as he laughs against you, arm wrapping tight around you as he inhales your scent.

“Thank you. I love you so so much.” He pulls away, just enough to gaze into your eyes, lashes wet from his tears, yet his smile remains.

“Give me your hand.” He whispers.

You don’t wait another second, your hand trembling between the both of your kneeling bodies as Chan looks down to pluck the ring out, box forgotten over the sand.

It slips on easily, cool against your skin, yet even that doesn’t last long, not when his hands cup your fingers in his, engulfing you in his warmth.

“You won’t regret it, I swear—”

As much as you want to hear more of his heartfelt promises, you can’t help but want to disappear in his embrace, melt into his arms. Squeeze into his chest, and make yourself home. You lean in to capture his lips, kissing him and swallowing his promises. And he easily allows you to do so. 

Melt into his embrace, disappear in his arms.

Kissing you in that slow, careful kind of way. The one where his fingers sit just right below your jaw, cradling your face as if you’re the most delicate thing he has. And you can’t help the sigh that leaves you, the way you pull him close and allow the thought to settle.

So this is love. 

He squeezes you a tinge bit tighter, kisses you just a tad bit harder, his mouth hot against yours.

You paused.

There was an entire album titled 'sunshine' with a yellow heart next to it.

Curiosity prickled at the back of your neck. You tapped it.

The album opened with a cascade of thumbnails, each one a candid snapshot of you in various states of sleep.

There you were, mouth slightly open, cheek mashed into the pillow like a squished marshmallow.

and then another one, mid snore judging by the expression, chin glistening with drool, one hand curled into a limp fist under your chin.

and another, your bonnet was half off, and you were prawled like a starfish across the mattress after he’d apparently rolled to the side to give you more space.

“breakfast is done,” Chan announced, sliding a plate onto the counter beside you with a clatter. You didn’t look up. “Sunshine?”

"bang christopher chan."

You turned the phone screen toward him, your finger jabbing at the incriminating evidence. "Explain this," you hissed, voice still thick and groggy with sleep.

Chan barely glanced at it before his lips twitched, very obviously trying to keep himself from laughing at you. He shoveled a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth, "Mm," he said, swallowing. "Yeah, that's you."

"Oh, wow, really?" You answer sarcastically, and he just nodded. "and why do you have approximately two hundred pics of me sleeping?"

Chan leaned back against the counter, crossing his ankles like this no big deal. "Because," he said, dragging the word out like it was obvious, "you're cute."

"Cute?" Your voice cracked. "Cute? Chan, I look like a deflated balloon."

He grinned, shoving a forkful of breakfast down, "heh, my deflated balloon," he said, snickering.

"You're lucky I love you," you muttered, scrolling through the album with increasing horror. "Because otherwise, this would be grounds for divorce." Chan just chuckled, unfazed, and leaned over your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear.

"Wait, wait — here, let me show you my favorite one," he said, plucking the phone from your grip before you could protest.

He swiped through the photos with the precision of someone who'd revisited them a hundred times, stopping on an image that made your stomach flip.

There you were, curled against him, your cheek smushed into the bicep he'd flexed just enough to make a pillow. Your mouth was slightly parted, a thin trail of drool glistening down his skin, he'd angled the camera to capture his own face in the background, grinning. The timestamp in the corner read '5:03 AM'

“See?” he said, voice dripping with triumph. “This one’s adorable. You make this little—” He mimicked your expression, puffing out his cheeks and squinting his eyes shut. It was so ridiculous you almost forgot to be mortified. Almost.

You smacked him square on the chest before snatching the phone from his hands and setting it face down. “That’s enough,” you grumbled, swiping the plate of eggs he’d made off the counter and started eating as well with a pout on your (puffy) face.

Chan just chuckled, unbothered, and nudged you with his hip. “You’re cute when you’re grumpy,” he said, “Also when you’re drooling. And when you’re—”

“If you finish that sentence, I will divorce you,” you muttered around a mouthful of eggs. They were perfect, damn him.

“You love me,” he sing songed, and it was so obnoxious you had to elbow him — but he just wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. “cmon, they’re literally proof I’m obsessed with you.”

“no, they're proof you’re a creep,”

a/n: husband chan is back ay ay, also I had a dream about this during my afternoon nap so there you go

“You’ve been quiet for, like, ten whole minutes,” he says, his voice low and teasing, cutting through the quiet. It’s smooth, like he’s strumming a chord that resonates in your chest. “What’s up? You plotting something over there?”

You glance up, catching the smirk tugging at his lips. “Me? Plotting?” you say, raising an eyebrow. “I’m just sitting here, minding my business. You’re the one looking like trouble.”

He laughs, a soft, breathy sound that makes your stomach flip. “Trouble? Nah, I’m an angel,” he says, but the way his eyes linger on you, dark and intent, tells a different story. He shifts closer, just enough that his knee brushes against yours, and the contact sends a spark skittering across your skin.

“Angel, huh?” you murmur, setting your phone down on the coffee table. You lean forward, closing the gap between you, your voice dropping to match his. “Then why do I feel like I’m about to get into trouble?”

His smirk widens, and he tilts his head, studying you like you’re a puzzle he’s dying to solve. “Maybe ‘cause you like it,” he says, voice dipping lower, a playful challenge woven into every word. “Admit it—you’re into the chaos.”

You don’t answer right away, letting the tension build. Instead, you shift closer, your knee pressing against his thigh now, deliberate. His eyes flicker down to the point of contact, then back up to meet yours, and the air feels heavier, electric. “Maybe I am,” you say softly, your lips curving into a smile. “But only ‘cause it’s you.”

Something shifts in his expression—something softer, warmer, but still edged with that teasing spark. He reaches out, his hand finding your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across your skin. The touch is gentle, but it lights you up, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice husky, like he’s confessing a secret.

Before you can respond, he leans in, closing the distance. His lips brush yours, soft and tentative at first, like he’s testing the waters. But the moment you kiss him back, it’s like a dam breaks. The kiss deepens, slow but hungry, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. Your heart’s pounding, a wild, erratic beat that echoes in your ears, and every nerve in your body feels alive, buzzing with the heat of him. He tastes like mint and something faintly sweet, maybe the soda he was sipping earlier, and it’s dizzying, like you’re spiraling into a haze you don’t want to escape.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing a little harder. His thumb traces slow, lazy circles on the side of your neck, and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. “You good?” he asks, voice low, a little rough around the edges.

“More than good,” you whisper, your voice shaky but honest. Your hands are resting on his chest now, and you can feel the steady thump of his heartbeat under your palms, grounding you even as your head spins.

He grins, that boyish, heart-stopping smile that always makes you weak. “Good,” he says, pressing a quick, soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “’Cause I’m just getting started.”

You laugh, the sound light and breathless, and swat at his chest playfully. “You’re such a tease,” you say, but there’s no heat in it—just affection, warmth. He catches your hand, intertwining your fingers, and tugs you gently until you’re straddling his lap, your knees sinking into the couch on either side of him. His hands settle on your hips, steady and warm, and the way he looks at you—like you’re the only thing in the world that matters—makes your chest ache in the best way.

“Tease, huh?” he says, his voice a low rumble that you feel more than hear. “Says the one who’s been driving me crazy all night.” His hands slide up your sides, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing the bare skin just under the hem of your shirt. The touch is light, but it’s enough to make your breath hitch, to make your skin prickle with heat.

“Chan,” you murmur, half warning, half plea, your fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie.

“What?” he teases, leaning in to brush his lips against your jaw, soft and fleeting. “You can handle me, right?”

You roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. His lips trail lower, finding the sensitive spot just below your ear, and he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss there, his breath warm against your skin. It’s gentle, unhurried, but it sends a jolt through you, your fingers tightening in his hair as you tug lightly. He hums against your neck, the vibration making your pulse race, and you can feel his smile against your skin.

“You’re too good at this,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hands slide down to his shoulders, gripping lightly as his lips move along your collarbone, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

“Only ‘cause it’s you,” he says, and the sincerity in his voice catches you off guard. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, and for a moment, everything slows. The city outside fades to nothing, the soft hum of the lamp the only sound in the room. His eyes are dark, intense, but there’s something soft in them too, something that makes your heart stutter. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he adds, quieter now, like it’s a secret meant just for you.

You don’t know what to say to that, so you don’t say anything. Instead, you lean in, kissing him again, slower this time, savoring the way his lips move against yours, the way his hands tighten on your hips like he’s anchoring himself to you. His fingers slip under your shirt again, tracing the curve of your spine, and every touch feels like a spark, igniting something deep in your core. It’s not frantic, not rushed—just a slow, consuming heat that builds with every brush of his lips, every glide of his hands.

Your hands roam too, slipping under his hoodie to find the warm skin of his back, your fingers tracing the lines of muscle there. He makes a low sound in his throat, half groan, half sigh, and it sends a thrill through you, knowing you’re getting to him just as much as he’s getting to you. His lips find yours again, and this time the kiss is deeper, hungrier, but still soft, still controlled, like he’s savoring every second of it.

When you finally pull back, both of you are flushed, breathing a little heavier. He rests his forehead against your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin as he lets out a quiet laugh. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, but there’s no real complaint in it—just a smile, warm and real.

You grin, running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly to make him look at you. “Worth it, though,” you say, your voice soft but playful.

He lifts his head, eyes sparkling as they meet yours. “Yeah,” he says, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you closer. “Definitely worth it.”

"Chan," you whispered, lips barely moving.

He didn’t answer.

Just kept drawing little circles. Then downward strokes. Slower. Lower.

You tried to ignore it at first. Thought maybe he was just being affectionate. But then his hand slipped even further down, brushing against the waistband of your sweatpants.

You turned your face to him, eyes wide, silently pleading. But he looked straight ahead, his expression soft and completely fake innocent.

"You’re insane," you whispered, your voice tight.

"Maybe," he murmured, still not looking at you. "But you make me that way."

That voice—low, raspy, calm—did something to you.

He slipped his hand beneath your waistband.

And under your panties.

You gasped, the sound barely audible, and buried your face into his chest as your body tensed up.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered into your hair. “I’m just touching. No one’s gonna see.”

His fingers dipped between your legs, spreading you gently, teasing, stroking.

You clenched your thighs instinctively, trying to stop him, but he was already where he wanted to be.

"You’re already so wet," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "You like this, huh? Being touched while the others are right here?"

You bit your lip hard, heart racing.

His fingers moved slowly at first, caressing your clit with maddening precision. You could barely focus on anything. The movie was nothing but background noise now. The warmth in your core built with every stroke.

“Chan,” you whispered again, desperate.

“Shhh, baby,” he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Be good for me. Can you do that?”

You could barely breathe. He dipped two fingers inside you, stretching you slowly, letting out a satisfied hum against your temple.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Good girl. So tight.”

You clung to his thigh, gripping it for dear life, your face buried in his chest, fighting every instinct to let out a moan.

And then… you saw him.

Hyunjin.

He was on the opposite couch, iPad in his lap, glancing toward you both.

And for a single terrifying second, your eyes met.

His gaze froze.

His expression said it all.

He knew.

Hyunjin’s cheeks turned red instantly, and he looked away like the world was ending.

You nearly died on the spot.

“Hyunjin saw,” you hissed in panic.

“I know,” Chan replied casually, still moving his fingers slowly in and out of you.

“Stop—!”

“You want me to stop?”

His tone was so smug. So fucking sure of himself.

You didn’t answer.

Your body betrayed you.

“You don’t,” he whispered, curling his fingers just right. “You’re squeezing me so good.”

He sped up just a little. Enough to make your breath stutter. Enough to make you tremble.

“You’re gonna come on my fingers right here, aren’t you?” he whispered, voice low and thick. “So fucking naughty.”

Your eyes fluttered shut. Your mouth parted. You wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. He was relentless.

“If you make a sound, they’ll know,” he said, kissing your ear. “So come for me. Quiet. Like a good girl.”

And you did.

You came silently, trembling in his arms, muscles tight and thighs shaking, your breath caught in your throat as he stroked you through it.

He removed his fingers slowly, brushing your inner thigh before casually wiping his hand on his own pants like nothing happened.

“I love you,” he whispered into your hair.

You couldn’t even speak. Just clung to him, flushed, dazed, and completely undone.

Hyunjin never looked over again.

But you knew.

They both knew.

---

Your legs were still trembling under the blanket.

You hadn't moved since the moment Chan made you come silently, tucked into his side like nothing had happened — like you weren't unraveling under his fingertips while the other boys watched a movie, completely unaware.

Well… mostly unaware.

Hyunjin still hadn’t looked your way again. You didn’t blame him. You wouldn’t know what to say either if you caught your hyung casually fingering his girlfriend in the middle of movie night.

You were doing your best to breathe normally, keeping your head against Chan’s chest while he traced lazy circles on your arm like he was the picture of innocence.

But he wasn't.

Not even close.

He had that smug aura. His heartbeat was steady under your cheek, but his fingers were restless.

“You okay?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear.

You nodded.

“Really?” he hummed, still drawing soft shapes into your skin. “You were shaking, baby…”

You didn’t respond.

Because if you opened your mouth, you knew your voice would give away everything.

Chan gave you a minute.

Then — as if it had just occurred to him — he stretched his arms above his head dramatically and yawned.

“Ugh… I’m getting stiff,” he said out loud to no one in particular. “My back is killing me.”

Lee Know looked over from the floor. “You’re old, hyung.”

Chan gave him a sarcastic smile. “Yeah, yeah.”

Then he turned to you with a fake innocent pout.

“Babe,” he said, loudly enough for the room to hear, “can you come to the room with me? Help me stretch for a sec?”

You blinked at him.

This bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

You nodded, swallowing your nervousness. “Yeah, sure.”

No one questioned it.

It wasn’t unusual for Chan to drag you to help him with stretches or massage something — your relationship was public within the group, and they’d all gotten used to his touchy nature by now. Still, your heart pounded as you followed him through the hall, out of the shared living room and into the quiet of his bedroom.

As soon as the door shut behind you, the tension shifted.

No more pretending.

Chan leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching you with that expression you knew too well — a mix of desire, smugness, and affection.

“You were so good out there,” he said quietly. “So quiet. I’m proud of you.”

You folded your arms. “You’re insane.”

He smirked, pushing off the door and walking slowly toward you.

“Maybe. But I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it.”

He got close.

Close enough that you could smell the warmth of his skin. Close enough to see the sparkle in his eyes.

“Did you like coming in front of everyone, baby?” he whispered, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “Did it turn you on, knowing they were all right there?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Chan…”

He leaned in, lips barely brushing yours.

“Now it’s your turn,” he murmured. “To make all the noise you wanted to out there.”

You didn’t have time to react.

He kissed you.

Hard.

Desperate.

Tongue sliding into your mouth, hands on your waist, pulling you against him. You clutched his shoulders, your knees already weak as he walked you backwards toward the bed.

You fell onto the mattress with a soft thump, and he was on top of you in seconds, straddling your hips and kissing your neck with long, open-mouthed kisses.

“I wanted to fuck you right there,” he growled softly against your skin. “So bad.”

You whined, fingers tangling in his hair.

“But I couldn’t hear you. Couldn’t see that pretty face when you fall apart.”

He kissed his way down your throat, sliding his hands under your shirt and lifting it over your head. Your bra followed, tossed to the floor.

Chan sat back on his knees, eyes dark as he looked down at you.

“So fucking beautiful.”

He leaned down, kissed the space between your breasts, then lower. His hands pushed your sweatpants and panties down in one smooth motion, and his mouth was already on your thigh before they even hit the floor.

“I need to taste you,” he murmured.

Your breath caught.

“Chan—”

He didn’t give you time to think.

He lowered his mouth and licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit.

Your back arched, a sharp moan escaping your lips.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He ate you like he was starving.

Long, slow strokes of his tongue. Tight little flicks against your clit. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you open, and every time you moaned, he hummed in satisfaction like he was feeding on your sounds.

“Fuck, baby…” he said between licks. “So wet for me again already?”

You couldn’t answer.

Your hands were in his hair, pulling, trembling.

He sucked on your clit just right and you cried out, hips jerking.

“There she is,” he whispered. “My pretty baby. Letting it all out now.”

He added two fingers, thrusting them inside while his tongue kept working you, faster now. You were a mess — already close again, too sensitive from earlier, too overwhelmed.

“Chan— I can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he said, voice low and firm. “You’re gonna come on my mouth like the good girl you are.”

And you did.

You cried out, thighs shaking, coming hard against his mouth as he held you down and kept going until you pushed his head away, sobbing from the overstimulation.

Only then did he pull back, licking his lips and smiling down at you.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You taste so good.”

You tried to catch your breath, blinking through the haze.

He leaned over you again, brushing kisses down your jaw.

“I’m not done with you,” he said softly. “Not even close.”

He stood up briefly, pulling off his shirt, revealing that golden skin and flexing chest that always made your heart skip. Then he dropped his pants and boxers in one motion, his cock already hard, thick, flushed at the tip.

You whimpered at the sight.

Chan knelt between your legs again, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing your entrance.

“You’re still shaking,” he said sweetly, bending down to kiss your lips. “Want me to slow down?”

You shook your head, eyes glazed.

“Want you inside.”

That was all it took.

He slid in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at how tight you were around him.

“Fuck… baby…”

He bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, pressing kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips.

“Feel so good,” he murmured. “So perfect.”

Then he started moving.

Slow, deep thrusts at first, holding your hips, letting you feel every inch.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as he picked up the pace, the rhythm getting rougher, more desperate.

“Let me hear you,” he panted. “Louder, baby.”

You moaned his name, over and over, louder with every thrust.

He fucked you like he missed you, like it had been days instead of hours since he last had you — and you matched every thrust, every breath, every filthy word with more of your own.

He grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together, pressing your joined hands into the mattress beside your head.

“So pretty like this,” he whispered. “All mine.”

“Yours,” you breathed.

He smiled.

Then slammed into you harder.

You screamed.

And neither of you cared if someone heard this time.

---

You didn’t know what time it was.

The room was dark, heavy with warmth and the faint scent of Chan’s cologne lingering on the sheets. His chest rose and fell under your cheek, one of his arms draped lazily over your waist like he was scared to let you go even in sleep.

And honestly… you didn’t want him to.

“…You awake?” came his sleepy whisper, voice all hoarse and soft.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyes still shut.

He kissed the top of your head. “That was… fun,” he chuckled lowly.

You peeked up at him with a sleepy smile. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I know,” he grinned, cocky. “You couldn’t stop squirming under the blanket.”

You groaned. “Stop reminding me, oh my God…”

“But you loved it,” he teased, pulling you closer. “You were dripping for me, even before I touched you.”

You slapped his chest weakly. “You’re so annoying…”

He just laughed, that deep, beautiful laugh that made your chest flutter every time. “You should’ve seen yourself, biting your lip, trying not to moan in front of everyone.”

“You were trying to corrupt me.”

“I was succeeding.”

You snorted. “I hate how smug you are.”

“I hate how cute you are,” he countered. Then softer: “I love you, you know that?”

Your heart did a full backflip.

“I know,” you whispered. “I love you too.”

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “You did so well for me, baby. So patient. So quiet. I’m so proud of you.”

“I was literally dying the whole time…”

“And you still kept your legs open for me,” he grinned devilishly.

You whined and buried your face in his neck. “STOP.”

He just laughed again and pulled the blanket tighter around you both. “We can sleep more. You’ve earned it.”

---

A Few Hours Later

You woke up to the sun creeping through the curtains and the sound of birds chirping outside the window. Chan was still asleep, arm thrown over his face, the other hand resting on your waist.

His hair was a mess. His chest was bare. And he looked unfairly perfect.

You laid there a moment just admiring him, heart full, cheeks warm.

Last night had been… reckless, dirty, risky—and yet, you’d never felt more wanted.

You carefully slid out from under the blanket, grabbed one of Chan’s hoodies from the chair nearby, and tugged it on. It hung off your frame like a dress, brushing mid-thigh. You tiptoed to the door, cracking it open quietly.

Silence.

You stepped into the hallway, determined to sneak into the kitchen for some water before anyone noticed you’d slept in Chan’s room.

But fate wasn’t on your side.

You turned the corner and nearly slammed right into—

Hyunjin.

He was standing there in pajama pants and a fluffy hoodie, holding a glass of juice and looking extremely awkward.

You both froze.

You, in your boyfriend’s hoodie, hair a mess, legs bare.

Him, blinking like he’d just seen a crime scene.

“…Morning,” he said, voice cracking halfway through.

“Uh—hey…” you mumbled.

Silence.

You took one step back.

He took one step forward.

“Listen,” he started, waving a hand. “I didn’t see anything, okay?! I mean—I saw something, but like—not details, you know?! I didn’t look! I swear!”

“Hyunjin—!”

“I mean yeah okay fine I SAW his hand move under the blanket and I heard something but I thought maybe you were just—itchy?! I DUNNO! I didn’t want to assume—”

You buried your face in your hands. “Oh my god—please stop.”

“And then Chan left and you disappeared for like… two hours?? And now you’re in his hoodie looking like you got obliterated so—YEAH. I noticed. I’M NOT BLIND!”

You squeaked, backing toward the kitchen. “I’m gonna pretend this conversation never happened—”

“PLEASE DO.”

Then, louder: “Also I’m never sitting on that couch again. Thanks for that, by the way.”

You whimpered and ran back toward Chan’s room.

From inside, Chan was already awake, sitting up and grinning.

“Did Hyunjin say something?” he asked, smirking knowingly.

You threw a pillow at him. “HE KNOWS.”

“I figured he did. He couldn’t even look me in the eye when I walked out earlier.”

“You’re so dead,” you groaned, crawling back into bed and hiding under the covers.

Chan just pulled you close and started peppering your face with kisses. “At least I don’t have to keep it a secret now…”

“You’re not embarrassed?”

“Of course not. You’re my baby. Let the whole world know.”

You peeked at him. “Even if they know I let you finger me in front of everyone?”

He smirked. “Especially because of that.”

“CHRISTOPHER.”

Chan’s strong arms are wrapped around your middle, pulling you in closer now, inhaling deeply into the crook of your throat. 

“Let’s have a baby,” He murmurs groggily, half asleep, lips grazing your skin, goosebumps erupting in their wake.

You snort. A baby? At this point in his career? It’s ridiculous. Still, as he drifts off back to sleep, fingertips grazing the skin of your stomach, you can’t help but dream.

it just slipped out, you didn’t even mean to say it. you’ve known that people call their partners that but it was never something you thought you’d enjoy calling chan. 

“what did you just say?” chan stops mid-thrust.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to! it just came out! i’m-” apologizes pour from your mouth.

“say it again.” his voice drops an octave and his jaw clenches.

“what?” 

his hands tighten around your waist and he leans down, pressing his back to your front. his lips gently press against your ear.

“say it again, please,” it comes out as a groan but you can hear the whining beg in his voice. 

“daddy?” you whisper into the pillow, unsure of if chan can even hear you. 

you can tell by the way he begins to move his hips again that he did. it’s slower and more gentle than the way he’s been pounding into you for the past couple minutes. his head rests on your shoulders and a loan deep groan comes from his throat.

“jesus fuck, y/n.”

“more, please,” you plead as you wiggling your hips back into his.

“beg,” he spits, standing back up off your back and pulling your hips closer to his.

“channie, please i-” you start but are quickly cut off by a harsh smack to your ass.

“what’s my name, baby?” 

your face gets hot, you’re extremely grateful that it's buried so deep in the pillows that chan can’t see it. you know for a fact he’ll tease you about this afterwards, but at this point you’re so desperate to cum that the embarrassment is overtaken by lust. 

“daddy, please. i need you to move.”

“my good, slut,” he coos before returning to his previous pace.

his hips slam harshly against your ass. his black fingernails dug so deep in your skin you wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood. the whines and cries that pour from your mouth are completely incoherent.

“you’re so good for daddy, baby.”

you feel so weak beneath him, your legs are begging to give out and your drooling onto his pillows. hearing chan call himself daddy was definitely hotter than you saying it, and he must have realized you felt that way.

“oh, clenching on daddy’s cock, hm?” chan moans, moving one of his hands to your ass. “you like it more when i call myself daddy, don’t you?”

you nod into the pillow, your cries muffled by the fabric. he continues to fuck into you, the tip of his thick cock slamming against the deepest parts of you with every thrust. the pain of him stretching you out is gone and replaced with an overwhelming amount of pleasure. you’re beginning to slowly drift off to the warm and empty headspace where your only thought is chan but are abruptly pulled away by chan grabbing both of your arms and holding them behind your back.

one of his hands his still firm on your hip, but the other is tightly holding your wrists to your lower back. you feel dizzy at the way he has so much control over you and you can feel the familiar knot brewing in your stomach.

“daddy, g-gonna cum!” you whine, lifting your head with whatever strength you had left so your voice was muffled by the pillows.

“yeah? gonna cum for daddy? gonna make a mess for daddy?” chan groans. his voice sounding so deep and rough is what finally sends you over the edge.

“mhm! cumming, daddy!” you almost scream, not even worried if the other members are home.

“fuck,” he howls. “daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby.”

you feel his aching cock pulse deep in your hole before he paints your walls white. your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around his cock, milking it dry. you bite down on the pillow as chan continues to fuck you both through your orgasms. 

“channie, channie, channie, too much.” you squirm your hips in desperation.

chan loosens his grip on your wrist and slowly pulls his softening cock out. his places a soft kiss on your reddening ass before helping you lie on your side. he lays down next to you, on his back, and you quickly curl up into his chest.

“you’re amazing, love,” he says, rubbing gently circles on your lower back. “daddy loves you.”

“shut up!” you cover your face with your arms. “never saying that word again. you never heard me say it!”

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But today… something feels different.

The pressure of the group’s upcoming comeback has been clinging to him for weeks now, heavy and unrelenting. You’ve noticed it in the way his shoulders stay tense even when he’s resting, in how his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes anymore. He does his best to shield you from it—always has—but you can feel it lingering beneath the surface, like heat trapped under skin. It’s only a matter of time before it spills over.

And it seems like that time has finally come.

Being called into the CEO’s office earlier—and getting reprimanded over something so trivial, so undeserving of the harsh words thrown his way—must have been it. The final spark. The match that lit a fuse that’s been burning quietly for far too long.

Now, he’s shut away in his studio in your shared apartment, the door closed, the faint hum of equipment seeping through the walls. Inside, he sits hunched over his desk, headset snug over his ears, fingers hovering over the controls. His face is scrunched in frustration, brows drawn tight as he tries—again and again—to pour everything he’s feeling into the song they’ve been working on. But nothing sticks. Nothing flows. The silence between each attempt feels heavier than the music itself.

It’s been like this for hours.

Balancing a plate of food carefully in your hands, you make your way to the studio door. You hesitate for a brief second, your fingers tightening slightly around the edge of the tray, before you knock softly and let yourself in.

The dim lighting inside greets you first, followed by the quiet tension that seems to fill every corner of the room.

“Channie, baby?” you call gently, your voice soft enough not to startle him. “You haven’t eaten anything today… it’s already 11 p.m.” You take a few careful steps closer, the floor creaking faintly beneath you. “Will you eat with me?”

He doesn’t respond.

You pause, watching him, waiting, but he doesn’t even turn. It’s like your voice never reached him at all, like he’s too lost in his thoughts, too consumed by the storm in his head.

Swallowing lightly, you try again, your voice just a little louder this time.

“Y/N, can’t you see I’m busy right now?” he snaps, sharper than you’ve ever heard. “Just leave. I’ll eat once I’m done here.”

The words hit harder than they should. You freeze, chest tightening as the sound of his voice raised, strained, unfamiliar, echoes in your ears. It’s the first time he’s ever spoken to you like that, the first time his tone has carried something that wasn’t gentle. And it hurts. It settles deep in your chest, dull and aching, but you swallow it down. Because you know him. You know this isn’t really him, it’s exhaustion, pressure, frustration spilling out in the only way it can right now.

So instead of stepping away, you steady yourself. Quietly, stubbornly, you take a few more steps forward. The soft thud of the plate against his desk cuts through the silence, small but deliberate.

“You said the same thing to me earlier,” you murmur, voice calm despite the slight tremble you can’t fully hide. You gently slide the plate closer, the faint warmth of the food lingering between you. “You need to eat.” Your words are softer this time, not pushing, not demanding, just steady and grounding, like you’re trying to anchor him before he drifts too far.

Then his chair scrapes harshly against the floor. He stands so abruptly it makes your chest jolt, sharp, almost violent, as he pushes away from the desk. His headset slips off, tumbling behind him with a dull clatter, forgotten.

“I said I’ll eat later!” Chan’s voice slices through the room, loud—too loud—bouncing off the studio walls in a way that makes your heart skip. “Why can’t you just listen for once?!” You’ve never heard him like this. Never seen him like this. His chest heaves, breath uneven, frustration spilling out faster than he can contain. Weeks, months, of pressure, exhaustion, and bottled-up emotions finally surge to the surface.

“I’m trying to work, Y/N! I don’t have time to sit down and eat right now!” he continues, running a shaky hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in agitation. “Everything’s already falling apart and you’re—” He cuts himself off, dragging a hand up through his hair again, harsher this time.

And you flinch. Small. Almost imperceptible. But he sees it. Chan freezes. Completely. It’s as if the world has paused around him, his hand still hovering near his head, eyes locking onto you. The way your shoulders tensed, the way you instinctively shrank back, even for a fraction of a second. His hand lowers slowly. The anger drains from his face, replaced by something fragile, shaken, something that makes your chest tighten in response.

“…Why did you flinch?” His voice soft now, no edge, no sharpness, just quiet, laced with confusion… and something dangerously close to hurt. The question hangs between you, heavy and delicate, pressing in from all sides. He takes a cautious step closer, careful, like any sudden motion might break something irreparably.

“Did you think I was going to…” He swallows, the words catching in his throat before they can fully form. His brows knit together, eyes searching yours, almost pleading. “Y/N… why?”

For a moment, you can’t answer him. Your throat tightens, words caught somewhere between your chest and your lips. You hadn’t meant for him to notice, hadn’t even realized you’d flinched until he pointed it out. But now there’s no taking it back.

You draw in a shaky breath, fingers curling at your sides as you try to steady yourself.

“I…” Your voice is quieter than you expect, fragile. You glance away, unable to meet the intensity in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to.”

The silence stretches, his gaze still on you, waiting, patient, heavy with worry.

“It’s just…” You swallow, forcing the words out even as they scrape your throat. “Before you—before us… I was with someone.” Your chest rises unevenly. “He wasn’t…” Your lips press together for a moment, as if shaping the words hurts. “He wasn’t the best to treat me.” The understatement hangs hollow. Your fingers tighten further, nails pressing faintly into your palms.

“He used to get angry. A lot,” you admit, voice dipping softer, almost as if afraid of the memory. “And when he did… he’d raise his voice, slam things, get too close—” You cut yourself off, breath hitching. “Sometimes… it didn’t stop there.” You don’t elaborate. You don’t need to. The silence says enough.

“So when you stood up like that… and raised your hand…” A small, uneven breath escapes as you finally look at him again. No accusation in your eyes, just honesty, quiet vulnerability.

“My body just reacted before I could think. It’s… a reflex.” You shake your head lightly, as if brushing it off, though your chest still feels tight. “I know you’d never hurt me, Chan,” you add quickly, voice soft but certain. “I know that. It’s just… something I haven’t fully unlearned yet.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, barely audible. “I never told you. I… I just didn’t know how I would.”

Chan’s chest tightens at your words. His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, slow and careful, as if any sudden movement might shatter the fragile moment between you.

“Shh…” he murmurs, soft, caring like it has always been. “You don’t have to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Not telling me… it’s not your fault.”

He lifts your chin gently, tilting your face so your eyes meet his. His gaze is intense but tender. He wanted to shout to himself for making you felt scared over him, and that was the most bitter feeling he have ever experienced.

“I wish you had told me sooner,” he continues, voice low, rough with emotion. “But I understand… I get it. I should’ve been more patient, more aware… I should never have made you feel scared. Not for a second. Not ever.”

Leaning forward slightly, his forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling.

“I swear, Y/N… I’ll never make you feel that way again. You’ll never have to flinch from me. You’re safe. I’ll make sure of it.” He closes his eyes for a moment, pressing his lips gently to your temple, grounding you both, then pulls back just enough to hold your hands firmly, eyes searching yours.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re not mad at me, are you?” His voice is soft, tentative, as if he’s still afraid of upsetting you. Then, as if to make up for everything, he peppers your face with little kisses, pressing against every scrunch you make, nuzzling you gently.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension in your chest melt away. This is the Chan you’ve always known, the one who recognizes when he’s wrong, who doesn’t shy away from admitting it, who loves you fiercely enough to apologize with his whole heart. In this moment, you realize you could never love him any more than you do right now.

A small grin tugs at your lips, and you shake your head slightly.

“I will be mad,” you warn, “if you won’t eat with me right now.”

His eyebrows lift, and he laughs softly, a warm, low sound that makes your heart flutter. “Okay, okay,” he murmurs, stepping back just enough to take your hand and guide you toward the little meal you prepared. “You win. Let’s eat together.”

The studio feels lighter now, the tension replaced by something soft and safe, the two of you wrapped in a quiet bubble where nothing can touch you, just love, forgiveness, and the comforting rhythm of being with each other.

a/n: this was supposed to be just a drabble... but i guess i got carried away a little bit. KSKSKSKS. but hey hi! i wanted to post something written today so i spent one hour on writing this one. i don't know tho if this makes any sense. but meh.

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방찬. BANG CHAN

his favourite past time is making out with you

so you best believe he goes all in

no way he’s half assing it

loves slow, lazy makeouts at night when he’s all tired and stressed from work, forgetting all his worries as soon as he gets your pretty lips on his

sits with you on your little worn out sofa, arm slung around the back of it to keep you tucked into his side, jaw working your mouth open

real slow and gentle with it, groaning into your mouth when you nip and sigh cutely against him - hands bunching up his shirt to pull him even closer into you

could sit with you like that for hours

and when you break away to suggest going to bed cause you both have to be up early the next day, he just chases after your swollen lips with a pout on his face, muttering ‘just five more minutes’ before shoving his tongue down your throat again

and five minutes always turns into another half hour with this guy

he just can’t get enough of you :(

FOREHEAD KISSES!!

also loves to give you little pecks on your neck and behind your ear whenever you’re cuddling

and will blow raspberries against your skin like the little shit he is

you better believe he pours every ounce of love he has for you into every little kiss

especially when he has your legs wrapped around his waist with his cock bumping into your cunt

lets out the filthiest groans and grunts into your mouth and doesn’t leave you alone for a minute, eating up all your little gasps for air

you’ll literally have to force this guy off you 

“chan honey, i can’t breathe.”

“i’m sorry 🥺 you just taste so good 🥺🥺🥺”

he’s obsessed

this guy just has to keep his mouth busy or else he’ll go insane

not able to keep his lips to himself

they’ll be attached to your tits, collarbones, neck; literally everywhere, licking and nipping at the pretty skin when you sink down painfully slow on his dick, hitting so deep inside you it knocks the wind out of you

he mostly does it to muffle his needy whimpers, strong arms arms snaking around your waist to pull you even closer to his chest, so close you’re practically one

and with every sink of his teeth in your skin and desperate hump of his hips - nudging his cock even deeper into your tight, hot cunt - has you trembling in his arms, brain cloudy and fogged and full of him

hardly able to do anything but sit pretty on his cock and take it, gasping and whining and clawing at him

until his lips are making their way back up to your neck, pressing a sloppy kiss against your lips just as you finally cream on his length, spurring a few more desperate thrusts of his own until he’s pumping you full

and your sweet little whimpers don’t even get a chance to slip past your lips before they’re being swallowed up by him

extremely gentle with you afterwards, pulling his softening cock out of your warmth and shushing your whine when his cum gushes out of you and onto your thighs

pressing a few more heated kisses against your mouth before they’re back on your chest, kissing the marks he left better

리노. LEE MINHO

good luck getting this guy to kiss you in public

number one hater of pda

loves riling you up and watching as you tug on his arm to get his attention, a cute whine leaving you when he doesn’t so much as spare you a second glance

he just wants to see you beg first :(

but the second he sees a little pout thrown his way and your eyes staring up at him all needy and pretty he’s f o l d i n g

he gets so carried away too

so you won’t be able to even give him a little kiss throughout the day cause as soon as you try to walk away he’s pulling you back flush against his chest, ignoring your protests before planting his lips onto yours - hand stroking the curve of your back making you melt into him

and he loves seeing that dumb fucking look on your face when he slowly pulls away, eyes hyper focused on his lips and itching to kiss them until they’re bruised and swollen and only craving you

“if you’re gonna kiss me at least do it right.”

yeah he just can’t help himself when it comes to you

gets to the point where you’ll have to leave the house without even saying goodbye to him cause you know you’ll end up in his lap with your skirt bunched around your waist, his pretty lips working you up for the next half hour if you do

loses his mind whenever you wear lipgloss

loves the sight of your lipstick stain all over his face whenever you makeout, tasting your strawberry lipgloss on his tongue, sticky and pretty pink

he’s all over them whenever he’s stretching you out nice and good around his cock

quietens your desperate gasps of pleasure with a rough kiss, all open-mouthed and sloppy as he fucks up into you

telling you to stfu or he’ll stop

but you just can’t help yourself when he’s so big and hitting so deep 

he’ll reach down and rub his fingers against your nub as you close in around his length - panting into the kiss as you deepen it even more, tongue pushing into his mouth and lapping up his taste

king of lip biting!!

takes your bottom lip between his teeth when he feels you’re too far gone, eyes unfocused and dazed as you struggle to keep yourself grounded, hands all over his back, arms ass - anywhere you can reach

just to feel

and his little tug on your lips has you coming back to reality, cunt pulsing and hot as he slows inside of you, pulling away just to ask,

“you okay baby? sure you can take what i’m giving you? looks like you’re lost in that pretty little head yours.” and he’s sososo smug about it

you can do nothing but pull him back to your lips, just wanting him to shut up and fuck you like he means it, making him grunt into your mouth as he brings his hips back to their wild pace

likes playing with your clit when he’s inside you too, soaking his fingers up in your wetness just to bring them up to your mouth not a second later

and you just can’t stop bouncing on his cock, moaning lewdly when he shoves them between your lips, kissing and sucking on the digits in desperate need

nearly nuts right then and there when your eyes roll into the back of your head from tasting yourself, pulling them out just to replace them with his mouth - tasting your pussy on his tongue

makes his cock swell up even more 

and it won’t be long until he’s panting your insides with sticky, white ropes of cum

his mouth continuing to eat up your begs

창빈. SEO CHANGBIN

wishes kissing you all day paid a mortgage cause if it did that man would have you TORTURED 

he’s just a simple man

and he has one simple ideology

pretty lips / they’re gonna get kissed

and what is he supposed to do when you have the prettiest lips ever

just begging to be kissed

bro will have your lipgloss LICKED off you

he’s so playful with it

likes to squish your cheeks between his fingers and kiss your pouted lips over and over until you literally have to fight him off

he’s so annoying

the only form of currency this guy accepts is in the form of kisses

YOUR kisses

so if you ever want smth this guy will make you beg for it

doesn’t matter if you’re in public

this fucker gets a kick out of embarrassing you

points at his puckered lips and giggles like a little shit until you finally roll your eyes and give in

and he just can’t help himself but get so lost in the sweet taste of you that he’ll forget you’re in the middle of the fucking mall and full on making out with you

and laughs hysterically when you get scolded by a worker

such a brat istg

but how can you not possibly give him what he wants when he’s looking at you all 🥺

likes kissing you all slow and sloppy on his off days, cozied up in his bed and completely wrapped up in him - his clothes, his arms, his lips coaxing pretty sounds from you

pulls away every now and then just leave a few more tired pecks against your lips - smiling all smitten against them and pulling you even tighter into him

has to keep his lips busy or he’ll crash tf out

l i v e s for fucking you on his studio chair, sweat and gasps filling up your senses as his cock hits all those sweet spongy spots inside you - watching your head loll back and your eyes roll into the back of your skull - and what’s a man to do when the skin of your neck is looking so delicious and kissable

he’ll be groaning and grunting and muttering the most vile shit into the crook of your neck, sweet kisses being placed on your jaw as he soaks up all your sighs

loves seeing your pretty tits all marked up

and can feel himself get hard again when he sees them once he empties himself inside of you

definitely nuts as soon as you mark him up

this man literally makes out with your pussy

all messy and full of spit and cum and he just gets absolutely lost in you

pulls away now and again to kiss the inside of your thigh, leaning his cheek against it after to look up at you

and just loves how easy he’s able to make you fall apart on his tongue

watching your chest heave and hands claw at the bedsheets, looking for anything to ground your fucked out form before his fingers are intertwining with his own, urging you to meet his pretty eyes

“you okay sweetheart? haven’t even got you on my cock yet and look at you.”

and as soon as you nod numbly he’s diving straight back in, nose bumping and leaving hot open-mouthed kissing against your cunt - coaxing all those sobs and whimpers out of you like your pussy was made for him

현진. HWANG HYUNJIN

staying strong on my tease!hyunjin agenda 🗣️🗣️🗣️

likes to brush his lips against your own as if he’s gonna kiss you, only to tut mockingly before pulling back just when you melt into him

just to see the cute way you try to chase his lips with your own

bro thinks its the funniest thing ever when you huff and try to walk away

before he’s pulling you back against his chest and silencing your complaints with a long, needy kiss

and before he knows it you’ve got him completely wrapped around your finger

cause he’s so head empty and all he can think about is the feel and taste of your sweet lips against his own

so when you even try to pull away he’s whining and chasing after you, begging you to just ditch your plans for the day and just makeout with him

and he will not stop annoying you until you finally cave

but if you decide to ignore him and leave him alone he will nonstop call and text you

“baby when are you getting home? i miss youuuu.”

and you just have to laugh cause he’s so unknowingly smitten for you

he just gets so drunk on your lips

if you go over two hours without seeing eachother he’s all over you

those lips will be KISSED believe me

he’s ready for your kiss no matter what

have you seen those lips

that shit is moisturised af

HAND PLACEMENT!!

likes to keep a hand tangled in your hair, titling your head slightly as he works your jaw open even more, breathing deeply and nipping at your bottom lip - his other hand laying flat on the curve of your spine, keeping you pressed tight against him

another to lose complete control, every time you guys makeout it’ll end with him inside you without fail

doesn’t matter where you are

he’s completely unhinged whenever he gets off stage after a performance 

all sweaty and full of adrenaline and soso desperate for you

you swear he’s never looked hotter

he zeroes in on you the second he steps into the room, ignoring anyone and everyone trying to get in his way

and you don’t even have time to congratulate him before he’s pressing into you - a long moan being grunted against your lips the second he gets a taste of you and your sweet mixture of lipgloss and cranberry soda - the hard erection of his cock bumping against your tummy

and he b e g s you to follow him into an empty dressing room or some tightly spaced supply closet, cause he feels like he’s gonna go insane and the feel of your lips moaning and panting against him is enough to work him up even more - bulge pressing hotly in the confines of his pants

bro does not wear underwear so he just whips it out the second he gets you alone

and as soon as he bottoms out inside of you you’re whimpering and withering against the wall he has you propped up on, squeezing your thighs from where they rested on his hips

and he can’t do much to quieten down your begs but press his lips against your own, swallowing up all your cries as he fucks up into you - drunk on the warmth of your hot cunt

“you’re gonna have to be quiet for me pretty girl, don’t want anyone else hearing those cute moans.”

gets so much in his own head and can’t think straight when you’re clamping down on him so snugly

he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he wanted to

so he finds it hard to keep kissing you, telling you to bury your face in his neck to muffle your cries

and there’s just lipstick and bite marks plastered all over him and he just knows his makeup artist is gonna be tearing her hair out tryna cover them all up later

gives you a final long kiss when he cums so deep inside you, grunting like a whore and your name falling off his lips like a prayer as he taints your insides with his seed

he just can’t wait to have you riding his dick later, letting out all those pretty noises you want

한. HAN JISUNG

obsessed 

smitten

head over heels

whatever word there is to describe, its how han jisung feels about your lips

so it’s no surprise he just can’t help himself and keep his lips to himself

THE GOAT OF PDA

he couldn’t give a shit if you’re in public, this guy will sneak in a kiss any chance he gets

and you’ll have to scold him every time cause before you know it he’s completely kissed all your makeup off

but what’s a girl to do when your boyfriend is looking at you all needy and begging for attention

and you just can’t resist cause have you seen this mans lips??

bro is a babygirl and has a babygirl type pout on his face permanently 

he goes too far with it every time though

to the point where the other boys boo and throw imaginary rotten tomatoes at you and tell you to get a room

and he’s just like :)

and drags you away to kiss you some more

his fav activity hands down

hands will be ALL OVER YOU

on your ass, messing up your hair, dipping under your skirt - you name it, his hands are exploring it

and you’ll have to shoo him away every time cause he’ll just get too carried away and try to finger you in public

he’s such a sucker™ for you 

he just about melts whenever you’re the first to initiate a kiss/makeout

he’s all over you 24/7 so to see you chasing after him, all needy and cute whines is a big ego boost

he won’t be able to keep up his smug act for long though before you’re tugging him down by his shirt, an embarrassingly loud groan being choked out against your lips the second he feels your tongue licking and kissing away at him - and you’d roll your eyes at how desperate he’s being if you weren’t so busy tryna slip your hands into his pants

he’s such a needy boy so whenever he gets too overstimulated he’ll beg you to kiss him, his cock all red and swollen in your hand - leaking with precum and just begging you to finally sit on it

and he just wants to stay grounded and focused, his pretty eyes all teary looking up at him, heavy pants into your mouth when you lean down and work his lips open with your tongue

and he’s letting out the sluttiest little whimpers, bucking up into the hand fisted around his dick

small fucked out begs of “please angel, just move your hand, suck me off, sit on my dick - anything. i’ll take anything, just do something.”

and he just sounds so ruined the only thing you can do is smile mockingly against his lips, thumb pressing down on the slit of his cockhead causing him to tremble in your hold

by the time you’re done with him he’s all sticky and used, and he can barely respond to your comforting kiss

whimpering into it when your small praise of “you did so well sungie,” hits his ears

whenever he’s eating you out he’ll leave little pecks against the plush skin of your thighs to work you up, watching the way your pussy glistens so prettily the closer he gets

he’s fucking gone the second he clamps his mouth down on your pussy, eyes rolling into the back of his head and whining as the taste of you invades all his senses

plants a big messy kiss against your cunt before eating you out like a man starved 

someone feed him

필릭스. LEE FELIX

soft boy™

loves loves loves kissing you in the morning

he thinks you’ve never looked prettier

with your hair all disheveled and eyes all sleepy, throwing him a tired smile as you cuddle into his side

and morning breath be damned cause he just can’t help himself from titling your head towards him, humming into your mouth as he leaves a loving kiss against it

doesn’t matter if he as work in an hour, he will take his time loving on you, ensuring every kiss he places is as meaningful as possible

kisses your eyelids, your forehead, your fingertips

anywhere he can reach

the way he kisses you is so affectionate each and every time, as if he’s silently telling you how much he loves you

he knows you have him wrapped around your finger, time slowing to a stop every time his lips come in contact with your own

and he’d rather be no where else, the slow buzz of the traffic outside droning on in the background as his lips capture yours again and again, snuggling you deeper into the sheets

kisses you as if you are both disconnected from the rest of the world

gets soso huffy whenever his phone dings while he’s lost in you, silencing it without even breaking away from you and you’re like

“lix, you were meant to be in work an hour ago.”

“just another minute.”

and you can’t even fight him on it cause his lips are so soft and addicting and you swear you could stay like this all day

literally will only pull away if chan barges in and tells him to get his ass into the studio already

oops

will not regret a thing though

will spend the rest of the day thinking about you and your pretty lips

all over you whenever he’s drunk

literally can’t help himself from kissing you any chance he gets, changbin will have to hold him back - reminding him you’re all in public and it probably isn’t approbate to corner your girlfriend against the wall and kiss her like no ones watching

and he’s just like ‘idccc, i just wanna kiss my pretty baby 😩😩😩”

acts like he’ll die if you don’t kiss him every five minutes

and will not do ANYTHING you ask until he’s rewarded with your sweet lips

gets so giggly and can’t stop smiling into your kisses

he’s so head over heels for you

and it shows in the way he fucks you too

even when he’s stretching you out all nice, he’s still so gentle with it

shushing your cries inbetween heated kisses, and leaving small pecks to the side of your head when he finally buries his cock to the hilt inside you - swearing you’re doing so well for him

extremely vocal

and no matter how much you tell him to stfu cause you’re sharing the dorm with the other boys he just won’t listen

letting out the prettiest mewls when you grind your cunt down onto his cock

so you’ll just have no choice but to eat up his noises, finding it hard to keep up with his needy tongue fucking coupled with the desperate, sloppy thrusts of his hips

could absolutely waste the day away on your lips :(

승민. KIM SEUNGMIN

tries his absolute hardest to keep up his little tsundere act up

but the second you lean into him all teasingly, looking up at him beneath your lashes before planting those sweet lips against his own - he’s kicking his feet and twiddling his thumbs like a fucking schoolgirl 😭

can’t help but hum into your mouth, pulling you even closer against his chest and titling your head up to get better access to your kisses

and when you pull away he wouldn’t be able to fight off the coy smile that takes over his face

until he overhears hyunjin and changbin teasing him about how cute he looks when he’s in love

istg he tries to fight them

and god the amount of kisses it takes to subdue this man is criminal

but you eventually manage to convince him to not murder his hyungs, at least not in public

truly not into your small, little chaste kisses

loves his makeouts to be as hot and messy as possible, just wants to feel you fall apart in his hold

likes it when you take care of him when he’s had a bad day, sitting him down on your sofa and coaxing yourself on his lap

lets his head hang back against the back of the couch and eyes slip shut as your fingers massage through his tangled hair, lips painting his neck in marks before making your way up to his face, kissing away the stressed furrow between his brows

all the while whispering pretty words of praise

and with every kiss you leave against him he can feel the hot stiffening of his cock against your cunt

just loves having you sit pretty for him in his lap, quick to rid you both of your clothes to feel your bare pussy drag against his cock with every hump of your hips, groans and sighs being gasped into your sloppy kiss

and he’s more than happy to eat up every little noise you let you, every whimper from when his dick bumps into your entrance, nipping when you whine a little too loud - making sure to leave them all swollen and bruised with his need

his favourite type of kisses is when you’re stuffed full of cock

his lips will be everywhere all at once, just absolutely depraved and trying to urge more of those needy moans from your parted lips

likes kissing you when you can barely respond, watching in excitement when your eyes loll to the back of your head and tongue hangs slightly out of your mouth, legs trembling and back arching - feeling the tight fit of his dick pressing into his snug walls just begging you to gush around him

gasped whines not even getting the chance to breath before they’re being swallowed by his hungry kisses

bro eats all that shit up!!

and you can barely keep up with all his licking, teasing, biting - too focused on the movement of his hips fucking into you

and he’s sososo mean about it

“c’mon baby, not even gonna kiss me back? think i at least deserve it for making you feel so good.”

“gonna finally kiss me if i make you cum?”

and his words are just so nasty, laughing when you can do nothing but sob so beautifully, the stretch of his cock being just on the verge of a bit too much

but you wanna fight him on it so bad

cutting his laughing short when you drag him down by his dangling chain to press a hot kiss to his open mouth, legs wrapping around his waist even tighter to press his cock impossibly deeper inside of you

and he can’t even help but chuckle into your mouth like the bastard he is, dick finally hitting that familiar spot inside you, so deep and snug it has you twitching around him

and he’ll just keep kissing you as you cum around him

sometimes when he’s being extra mean to you he’ll kiss your forehead after, planting a soft one on your nose then your lips

telling how much of a good girl you were

아이엔. YANG JEONGIN

worships the ground you walk upon istg

sometimes he thinks he’s coming onto you too strong so he tries to hold himself back when he’s kissing you 

but the second you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him firmly against you, fingers playing with the small hairs at the bottom of his neck, he just about loses it

always afraid to kiss you first so he leaves it up to you

and god he kisses so good

smiles into it and toys with the end of your pretty little skirt, nipping occasionally at your bottom lip to pull a gasp out of you

and you’re just like 🤨🤨 who taught you to kiss this good mf

genuinely think he’d be the best kisser in skz

he just takes his time with you

makes you feel so comforted and protected in his arms

bro will not leave for work until he makes sure you’ve been kissed all over, no matter how late he is

and he just spends the whole day unfocused, thinking about getting home to you and kissing you until you’re just as obsessed as he is

will n e v e r kiss you in front of the others though

treats you like a homie

guy held your hand once and never heard the end of it

probably got walked in on by changbin or smth while making out with you and got teased relentlessly

didn’t kiss you for a month straight after

he’s such a hermit and wraps himself up in his room all day playing video games

and the only way to get his attention is planting yourself pretty on his lap when he’s lounging on his gaming chair, doe eyes looking up at you all confused and lips parted ready to ask you what tf you think you’re doing before you’re shoving your tongue down his throat 

and you swear his controller nearly broke from how quick he flung that shit to grab fistful of your ass instead

ignoring his teammates shouts over the headset as he dies in whatever fuckass game he’s playing

he doesn’t care, all he can focus on is you, on his lap, working your pretty lips against his own

his kisses become so eager and rushed whenever he’s in the mood

you could be making ramen in the kitchen at 2am and this guy will pop a boner

presses himself up against you, his hard cock fitting perfectly between the crevice of your ass as he leaves sloppy kisses on the back of your neck, working his way up to your jaw

and he’ll never just ask you to fuck, he’ll just grind against you like a little bitch until you finally allow him to finally push your panties to the side and nudge into you

buries his head into the crook of your neck when he bottoms out - planting long kisses against your back from were he has you bent over - all pretty and keening for him

soaking up all your soft gasps and mewls, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it all becomes a little too much 

“Not the time to act sassy, little miss,” Chris mocks you. “You asked Felix,” he repeats. 

“What did I ask Felix?” You look at him dumbfounded. 

Chris folds his arms, rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t even start. You know what I’m talking about.”

It’s true, you do know. You just don’t know why it seems to be bothering Chris so much, why is he so invested in this. 

“Why do you sound mad?”

“‘Cause I am mad!” Chris states matter-of-factly. “And worried about your lack of judgment.” 

You roll your eyes at him — he’s always so dramatic. He should have pursued a career as an actor, really, because he’s literally causing a scene over nothing like you’d just betrayed him or something. 

“Why are you even mad? I asked you first! And you said no.”

“That doesn’t mean you should go and ask someone else!”

“Why not?”

“Because!” 

Now he isn’t making any sense, and you are starting to become bored of this pointless conversation. You hug your knees, tilting your head in confusion. 

“I genuinely don’t get why you’re so upset. I asked Felix, so what?”

And Chris sighs, opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again before he closes it, unsure of what to say. Then, after putting much thought into what to say, he clears his throat and finally speaks.

“Okay, first— he’s my best friend,” Chris starts, lifting one finger up in the air dramatically, and you immediately interrupt him. 

“He’s my friend, too. And hey! Fuck you, I thought I was your best friend,” you cross your arms over your chest. 

“Will you let me finish, woman?” Chris sighs, facepalming himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fine, he’s your friend, too, and you’re both my best friends. That’s why this is fucked up on so many levels.” 

“Chris, it’s just sex.”

“It’s not—” he takes a deep breath, “it’s not just sex—” he scolds you much like a strict parent would, and doesn’t appreciate it in the slightest when you roll your eyes at him, “it’s your first time and it should be with someone you love and care about.”

“Alright grandma,” you roll your eyes at him.

“I’m being serious.”

“Chris, I love you and I care about you,” you don’t hesitate to say. “So I asked you first. And I also love and care about Felix.”

Chris scoffs. 

“Let me rephrase that— it should be with someone you’re in love with,” he declares. 

You so desperately want to tell him it still doesn’t change anything. It’s just a technicality, and besides that, you’re also in love with him for the record, but you probably shouldn’t say that. Not when he’s here in your living room, interrupting a very good reading session because he found out you asked Felix, too. 

In your defence, you asked Felix in a totally platonic way just to get over the fact you’d gotten rejected by Chris. It should’ve been the magical moment in which the two characters realise they’ve been idiots the whole time, confess their feelings to one another, and fuck until their bodies are all sore and stuff like that. It didn’t go as planned, of course, because when anything ever does in your life?

“Chris, I really appreciate you caring for me, but it’s not mandatory or something,” you groan out of frustration. “Are you saying you were in love with every person you slept with?” 

“Yes!” 

His answer leaves you flabbergasted, but only for, like 0.2 seconds, because then you remember Chris is a big ol’ sap who spent his entire teenage years writing love poems and love songs and that he knows by heart every single romantic movie you could think of — it only makes sense that he’s only ever made love instead of just having sex. Ouch?

“Look— I don’t need that,” you try to make him understand your point of view, “I just wanted someone who cared about me to do it with. That’s why I asked you. I know you’re experienced and I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me or anything like that.”

“You asked Felix, too, though.” 

“Yeah, but that was, like, totally platonic,” you shrug, and you’re telling the truth. “Plus, he said no anyway. Wow, look at me— getting turned down by two guys in two months! It really boosts one’s self esteem, huh?”

Chris snorts, not quite amused by your sarcasm. Why are you so stubborn over this topic, he’ll never understand. Why are you desperately trying to rush this, without even contemplating the consequences of this type of actions. Chris deems himself a coward for not revealing the reason why he turned the offer down, but he figures he should leave it for another time. When you’ll be eighty years old is fine. 

“Of course he said no, he knows I would’ve kicked his ass if he’d agreed to this insanity.” 

“I kind of get why you’re cockblocking me, even if I think you’re being a little unreasonable, but I really don’t get why you’re cockblocking Felix, too.” 

“I already told you why. It’s fucked up and I don’t want things to change between the three of us.”

“Why would they change?”

Because I’m in love with you!, Chris desperately wants to say, and I don’t want you to sleep with my best friend!. It’s a reasonable and sensible argument, isn’t it? Maybe not so much, but who cares. Chris knows Felix isn’t in love with you, and he also knows you’re not in love with Felix, so that’s why you shouldn’t have sex with Felix in the first place. Then, Felix knows about Chris’ feelings for you, so that’s another reason why it should never happen — he wouldn’t be able to look at Felix ever again if he slept with you. 

“Just listen to me, okay?” Chris cuts the conversation short. “It’s a bad idea. End of the story.” 

“Fine,” you give up. “I won’t ask anyone else you know. Message received.” 

Chris facepalms himself again. You seem to keep missing the point of what he’s telling you and he doesn’t know if you’re testing him or you’re actually being serious right now. 

“Gosh, you— you’re gonna make my brain explode,” Chris groans, shaking his head in disbelief. “Why are you so stubborn? You should wait for the one you love.” 

But you already asked the one you love. And he said no.

“Yeah. Okay, fine,” you give up with a sigh. “You win.” 

Chris actually facepalms himself. 

“It’s not about winning anything. I’m just trying to put some sense into you. I wouldn’t want you to regret it or end up getting hurt.” 

You nod, but only to shut him up. He doesn’t know the reason behind why you’ve asked him and, frankly, he doesn’t need to know. Chris is a great friend and always worries about you — maybe too much, at times, coming off as a hyper protective parent. 

“Yeah, I get it,” you hum. “Can we just forget about it now? I’m not in the mood to talk about this any more.” 

Chris is still worried about you, but nods anyway, not wanting to push you to talk to him if you don’t feel like it.  

“Hm,” Chris hums approvingly. He pulls you right into his arms for a hug to ease the tension, feeling instantly better when he feels you relax in his embrace. “I’m sorry for acting so protective. You know I care about you, right?”

You nod. 

“I know. And I appreciate it, really. But I’m a big girl, Chris. I think I can make decisions by myself.” 

Chris holds you tighter. He silently accepts the boundary you just put between the two of you. 

— 

Until he doesn’t. 

Until you’re out one night and he’s gone for literal minutes and when he’s back there’s a guy between your legs. Literally between your legs. You’re sitting on one of those super tall chairs, dressed in a beautiful, but also very short dress, giggling and batting your eyelashes at someone Chris has never seen before. What the fuck? Who the fuck is that dude? Has he just spawned between your thighs from nowhere?

He’s behind that guy within seconds, grabbing him by the collar and practically shoving him away from you. He’s met with your shocked expression, with the bewildered look distorting the guy’s features. 

“Chris! What the hell!” You shout, jumping off the chair and adjusting your dress so that you’re not showing too much skin. “Are you out of your mind?” 

“That’s funny, ‘cause I was just about to ask you the same damn thing,” he barks, mad at you for no reason. “What the fuck are you doing?” 

The guy who was previously on you looks bewildered. He points at Chris, looks at you frowning. “Is this your boyfriend?” 

You scoff. 

“No, this is my annoying best friend whose primary mission in his life is to cockblock me in every possible way, every chance he gets.” 

Now it’s Chris who scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest as if he were in the right. As if he weren’t fucking obsessed with your virginity or something. You need to have a serious talk with him all over again. 

“I’m just making sure you won’t make any mistakes you’re going to regret.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, glaring at him. 

“Who says I’m going to regret this?” 

“Really?” Chris quirks an eyebrow at you. “What’s this guy’s name?” 

“Jeonghan.” 

“Uh, actually— it’s Jaehyun,” the guy clarifies. 

Chris makes a face. As if to say, ‘see? I told you.’ You sigh, not wanting to admit defeat. That he’s right and you’re wrong. 

“Well, the music is loud and I misheard him. Is that a crime?” 

“No, but I think it’s concerning how stupid and immature you’re being right now.”

Jeonghan— Jaehyun looks a bit uncomfortable. “Uhhh. I think I should go.” 

You keep glaring at Chris and Chris keeps glaring at you. The guy leaves and it goes unnoticed. You can’t believe Chris just called you stupid and immature and thought it would be okay. Tears start prickling in your waterline. 

“Why are you being such an asshole right now?” 

Chris’ features soften. He wants to explain himself and tell you he’s sorry, that it’s not what he meant, but you don’t give him a chance to. You’re out of his sight before he can add anything else. 

He runs after you. He chases you and he catches you, hand firmly yet reassuringly wrapped around your wrist. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” 

You don’t say anything. Chris sighs. 

“I’m really sorry.”

“You hurt my feelings.” 

Chris’ heart shrinks. He feels terribly guilty when he looks at you and sees you drying your eyes with the hem of your sleeve. Great, he made you cry. He really is an asshole. 

“I know. I’m sorry,” he says once more. He opens his arms, pulls you in for a hug. “C’mere.” 

You don’t wrap your arms around him. That’s how he knows you’re mad, and you’ve got every right to be. 

“It was out of line. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. And I shouldn’t have called you stupid or immature. I was an ass.” 

“It’s just— we just keep on arguing on the same shit. You don’t get my point of view and I don’t understand why you care so much about me losing my virginity.” 

Chris’ heart skips a beat when he’s put before the evidence of the truth. Why does he care so much? Huh. He shouldn’t tell you. Surely not right now.

“I just don’t want you to—”

“Regret it, I know. You’ve said it a million times already,” you sigh. “I regret telling you, though. If that’s how you’re going to act every single time.” 

“You can’t blame me for trying to look out for you.” 

“Well, I can if it means all you’re gonna do is embarrass me and call me stupid and act like a possessive boyfriend.” 

Chris’ stomach feels weird. He doesn’t like where this conversation is going. He doesn’t like the fact that you’re right, he’s nobody to tell you what to do. Especially, he’s nobody to tell you who you should or shouldn’t sleep with. It’s your body and your choice, and he has to respect that.

“I’ve already told you that I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

“That’s what you said last time, too. I just don’t understand what you want from me. I asked you first, you said no. I asked Felix, you got mad. You told me it should be with someone I care about, I told you I care about you and you said it was different,” you ramble on, a few people look curiously at you as they pass by. “Like, seriously. You’re like that dog in the story we once read in the Spanish course we took.” 

“What dog?” Chris questions, confused, frowning. 

“The one who won’t eat and won’t let others eat either,” you explain. “Pun not intended,” you roll your eyes at him, “but really. It’s getting ridiculous. I’m a grown woman, Chris.” 

Chris’ mouth and lips move before he can even comprehend what he’s doing. The sentence leaves him so naturally it takes the both of you off guard. 

“Do you still want me to be your first?” 

Your eyes widen, legs almost nearly give in. Did you hear him right?

“What?” 

The damage’s already done. There’s no point in denying what he’s said. Chris does his best to calm down his nerves and swallow the thick lump in his throat. It’s make it or break it. 

“Do you still want me to be your first?” He repeats slowly, looking you in the eye. The straightforwardness takes you off guard. “‘Cause I’ll do it. If you still want me to be your first I’ll do it.” 

You look at him, trying to understand where all this is coming from. After all, he rejected you the first time you asked him. What changed now?

“You— I already asked you. You said no. How is that any different now?” 

Chris sighs. Technically, you’re right. But still, you don’t know why he turned your offer down in the first place. It’s not because he didn’t want you— quite the opposite, actually. 

“I said no ‘cause I didn’t want it to be an impulsive decision of you,” Chris explains. “I still think you should wait for the right guy. But you’re so stubborn and I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret with a random asshole that won’t treat you right.” 

“Chris…”

“But if you’re sure about this… if you want me to be your first, I’m okay with it.” 

You shake your head. Chris feels as if his heart has stopped beating inside his ribcage. 

“No.”

Chris blinks. His stomach drops.

“No?”

“You shouldn’t do it if it’s not something you want as well. I won’t force you. I couldn't bear to look at myself ever again knowing I made you do something you didn’t want.” 

Chris sighs. 

“It’s not because of that that I said no. I want you to be sure.” 

“I am sure. Why would I ask you if I wasn’t sure?” 

“I don’t know!” 

You stare into each other’s eyes for a while. Then, you both burst into a laugh. Everything is always so easy with Chris. That’s how you know you aren’t going to regret choosing him to be your first. The fact that you’d like for him to also be your last is another matter. 

“Alright. Then I guess this means we’re having sex.”

Chris’ eyes widen. 

“Now?” 

You can feel your cheeks becoming red, matching his face and ears. “No, no, not right now! I feel like we should sit down and talk about it first, before anything happens.” 

He nods. 

“Sounds like the right thing to do,” Chris says. 

—

Sit down and talk about it you do, that same night. Chris drives you home and you invite him in without any hidden meaning, of course. You’ve already agreed that it’s not happening tonight.

Even though you’re sure about your decision to ask Chris to be your first, you need to wait for other reason. First of all, you’re not wearing your sexiest lingerie. Secondly, your bedroom is a mess. Because if it were for you… you’d let him fuck you in this instant. 

He looks like the epitome of sex. With his hair falling in front of his eyes, his plump lips a bit red from all the nervous biting— and then the sexiest outfit he could ever choose (it’s just a pair of dark grey cargo jeans and a black tank top, but you have a crush on him and you’re horny for him).

“So you just want… to get it over with?” He asks, trying to understand how it’s supposed to happen. 

“I mean… it’s not like I want you to just come here, stick it inside and then leave,” you explain and for some reason you both blush at the implication behind your words.

“Mhhh, got it. So, like, you’re okay with foreplay and getting to know each other’s bodies first, right?” 

You nod. “Yeah. I want you to teach me all the basic stuff. Help me see what I’ve been missing out.” 

Chris wiggles his eyebrows jokingly. “Ohhh, so you want the whole Chris Bang Experience™️?” 

“Chris Bang Experience?”

“You forgot ™️.” 

“Is it really a thing?” You quirk an eyebrow at him, not convinced. 

“Of course it is, but not the point,” Chris dismisses the topic. “Back to us. Is kissing allowed?” 

“I mean— of course,” you reply. “I can’t imagine going straight to fucking without making out first. You know, a little touching over the clothes while we kiss, and then it escalates and… you know.”

It feels weird to think that you’re planning your first time with Chris in detail. Here, on your couch, going through every detail of how it’s going to be. It feels weird but also exciting and you cannot wait. 

“Alright, sounds good.” 

He smiles at you. You smile back, trying not to show how nervous and excited you are to do this. With Chris, of all people. 

“Do you… uh. It feels a bit weird to ask,” you chuckle nervously, not sure how to put the question. 

“You know I won’t judge. You can ask me anything.” 

Damn, Chris. He’s going to make your heart explode. 

“It’s a bit personal.” 

He pulls a face. 

“We’re literally talking about me taking your virginity.” 

He’s right. You shrug. 

“I, uh… do you… want me to shave? Down there, I mean… Do you have a preference?” 

His features soften. He sighs. 

“Okay, first of all. You always, always have to do what makes you feel the most comfortable. Got it?” You nod. “And then— promise me you’re never going to sleep with anyone who tells you how to keep your… intimate parts. Alright?” 

“Alright. I was just checking what your preferred…” 

“Confidence. My preference is confidence.”

It takes you off guard. He sounds sincere, and he is. 

“Okay.” 

He smiles. 

“Good. Just do what feels right to you. You want to shave? That’s okay. You don’t want to shave? That’s okay, too.” 

You exhale a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Yes, choosing Chris was definitely the right choice. 

“Thank you.” 

“You don’t have to thank me,” Chris smiles at you and your stomach hurts a bit. 

You stay quiet for a while. Chris’ words ringing in your ears. 

“Are you free next weekend?” 

Chris nods. “Yep. Wanna hang out?” 

Your gaze falls on your lap, where you’re nervously toying with your fingers. 

“I was thinking… maybe we could do it then.” 

“Ah.” 

He wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon. Not that he’s disappointed of course. 

“Okay, sure. No problem,” he says after a while, after he’s shook the thought off his head before his brain could short circuit. 

“Alright. Is Friday okay?”

It feels so contractual for some way, and part of you doesn’t like that, but there’s the part of you that can’t wait to experience this with Chris that’s guiding you right now. 

“Friday sounds good.” 

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

After a few awkward seconds spent looking nervously at each other, you break the ice. 

“D’you wanna watch something? I can make popcorn.” 

“Shall we rewatch Lord of the Rings?” 

“You know me so well.” 

—

It was supposed to happen on Friday, your first sexual encounter with Chris. 

And yet here you are, twenty four hours after you had The Talk™️, unable to stop thinking about how bad you want to jump him. Thankfully, there are the guys around since you’re having dinner all together, and that’s the only thing that’s stopping you. 

Chris is wearing a tank top and his usual grey sweats and there’s literal foam at the corners of your mouth, like a rabid dog. You feel like there isn’t an ounce of shame in your body right now. And he’s just over there, sat on the couch, being a nerd with Felix as they talk about the following event on their new favorite game they play together. Completely oblivious to the filthy thoughts running back and forth in your head, he is. Maybe it’s better this way. 

But then the boys start to leave. Seungmin has to work early in the morning, and Minho has his three cats to feed. One by one, everyone leaves. Except you. And Chris, since it’s his place. 

You’re helping him clean out his living room, putting away all that’s left on the table, putting bowls and cutlery in the dishwasher, looking at him with the corner of your eye, lingering a bit too much. 

This is sooo not good for your crush… At this point, you’re never getting over him. 

“You alright?”

Chris’ voice startles you. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

He mindlessly places his hand on your hip and the horny alarm goes off inside your brain. It’s just a simple touch, something Chris has done thousands of times because he’s just a touchy guy who loves skinship, but right now, with the awareness of what’s going to happen between the two of you, it’s like it’s entirely different. At least, your body reacts to it as if it were different. 

“It’s okay. Was just thinking.” 

“About?” 

It would be very inappropriate to tell him how bad you want to pull down his sweats right now and… do what, exactly? You’ve never even seen a man naked in real life, what makes you think you’ll be able to please Chris? Maybe he could teach you, though… 

“Just stuff.” 

“Alright, be mysterious, then,” he giggles as he carries the last two empty glasses to the kitchen. 

If there’s anyone who can teach you, though, that’s Chris. A board pops up inside your brain, divided into two columns — pros and cons of asking Chris to teach you how to give pleasure to someone who has a dick. You can’t think of any cons when he’s dressed like that. Gosh, you are no better than a man, aren’t you?

“Can I suck you off?”

The glasses Chris was holding don’t make it to the dishwasher, because he drops them as soon as he registers what you’ve just asked him, and they crash to the ground with a loud noise, smashing into small pieces that end up everywhere. 

“What— fuck!”

“Oh my god, Chris! Wait, no, don’t move, you’re gonna end up cutting yourself. I’ll clean this up.”

Not the reaction you were hoping for, but what did you expect? Of course he’s surprised, considering your proposal literally came out of nowhere. You look over at him with the corner of your eye and catch him just standing there, pressed against the counter, the tips of his ears crimson red. He’s cute when he’s flustered. 

“You should really stop walking around barefooted,” you comment with a chuckle as you throw the smashed glass pieces into the trash can, making sure there isn’t any more lying around. 

“Yeah, you’re… right,” Chris scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed because your question is still hanging on somewhere in the air and none of you have addressed it yet. He decides to be courageous. “So. Uh. That. That came out of nowhere.”

You know what he’s talking about. 

“Uh. Yeah. Kinda.” Not really. “I just— I was thinking. It’s probably going to be a lot if we do everything on Friday, right?”

You can’t tell him his plain and boring outfit is actually driving you crazy since the moment you’ve walked into his house. You blame it on your ovulation for being so horny. Or maybe it’s all Chris. Who knows. 

“Oh— yeah. Yeah, sure. You do have a point. Um. Are you sure you wanna do it right now?” 

“Positive,” you crack a smile. “Unless you don’t wanna— that’s fine if you don’t—”

“No, no! I was just making sure you don’t feel like you have to do it, you know.”

“I want to do this. I want you to teach me.” 

Blood rushes south in Chris’ body. A timid bulge is now showing up on the front of Chris’ sweats. He shouldn’t be this horny over his best friend wanting to suck his dick. But you’re not only his best friend, are you? Technically, you are, but Chris has been crushing on you for the longest time now, so his reaction is kind of understandable. 

Plus, it’s so sexy to hear you admit you want him to teach you all this dirty stuff. 

That’s how you end up in Chris’ living room, on his couch, now shy and unsure how to start it. It’s much more complicated when you aren’t a couple but just two idiot best friends, you have to admit it. 

“So, uhm. How… how do I start?” 

“Do you want to make out a little bit first? You know, to ease the tension…”

That’s probably a good idea. That actually sounds like the greatest idea. Until you realize you’ve never kissed Chris. That can’t be awkward, though, right? Of course it’s gonna be awkward, a silly voice inside of your brain warns you, he’s your best friend! 

But you decide to mute that silly voice and just focus on Chris. There’s no time to rethink this, not when you’re so close to each other’s faces already. 

“Yeah, that sounds great.” 

“Alright.”

Okay. The great news is that kissing Chris doesn’t feel awkward at all. The bad news is that kissing Chris doesn’t feel awkward at all. Not in the slightest. 

His lips are on yours and it feels like they’ve always been. Like you just stopped kissing him three seconds ago and now you’re back at it. Like you’ve done this a million other times before, when you’ve just kissed him once during spin the bottle. 

It’s different now. Now there’s an indecent proposal weighting on you both and much more tongue. And there’s also goosebumps all over your arms and legs and wetness pooling inside of your underwear. 

You feel Chris’ fingers intertwine with yours. And then he’s shamelessly moving your hand until it ends on top of his crotch, right where he’s rock hard. Oh god. You’re absolutely sure you’re going to melt when you squeeze him over the clothes and Chris lets out a breathy moan.

You pull away from each other and rest your forehead on Chris’.

“I don’t know what to do…” you confess, because it’s true — you have no idea what’s supposed to happen next. 

“You can do pretty much whatever you want,” Chris says. “You can touch it over the clothes just like you’re doing, there isn’t a right way to do this.” 

It makes you feel only slightly better. 

“Well, but what do you want me to do?”

Chris looks at you with dark eyes, pupils nearly fully blown. His face and ears, though, are still blushing. It’s a cute coincidence. You love him. You love him so much. 

“Um. Well. It’s— you can just— like this,” he moves your hand together with his, up and down, slowly stroking him over the thick layer of his sweats. “I like the teasing. Just a bit, though.” 

“Like this?”

“Yeah… yeah that’s good. Feels so good.” 

Chris tosses his head back, slouching on the couch and spreading his legs to let you touch him more comfortably. It feels good — you’re touching his dick and it feels so good, better than every other time someone has done this to him. 

You feel your cheeks heat up at the sight of Chris’ pretty face — nose scrunched in pleasure and lower lip caught between his teeth. It’s a pretty great reaction, considering you’re not really doing much. Maybe he will like it if you touched him some more? More directly, maybe?

You don’t warn him when you slip your hand inside his boxers, smirk satisfied when he lets out a choked moan. He opens his eyes to look at you, mouth hanging open as he watches your hand disappearing inside his underwear.

He’s hard and hot in your hand. And his skin is smooth and soft, in deep contrast with how hard he is. He throbs in your grip.

“Oh my—”

Only then you realize that you have no clue what to do next. Well, that’s not completely true. You’ve watched porn and read articles, so you know what you’re supposed to do. But it’s different now, because you have never done this before and you’re scared to fuck up and that he won’t like it. 

“I. Um. I don't know what to do?”

Chris smiles at you. He strokes your arm to comfort you. 

“It’s okay. Just try to move your hand the way you did before. Up and down. Oh yeah— yeah, that’s right— feels so good.” 

His arm swirls around your waist to pull you closer, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck as you stroke him nice and slow, enjoying the warmth of his skin against your palm. He sighs and grunts as you bring him pleasure. 

“Just— a bit tighter. Now— now try to swipe the tip with your thumb— Yeah, like that. That’s so good oh my—”

Only then it occurs to you that you still haven’t seen him naked. 

“Can I… I mean— can I pull your pants down?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” 

He helps you, hooking his own fingers in the hem of his boxers and sweats, dragging them past the curve of his ass and halfway down his thighs. His cock slaps on his abdomen with a thud, hard and thick. Your face heats up even more when you take in the sight of Chris’ member. It looks incredibly hot and aesthetically pleasing, not ugly like some of the dicks you’ve seen in porn.

He jolts when you wrap your hand around him again, startled and embarrassed he’s now fully exposed. He leaves tiny kisses on your shoulder as you stroke him. 

“Can I try sucking you off now?” 

He wails, sinking his teeth in your shoulder. By the way his cock throbs in your hand, you assume he liked your straightforwardness.

“Oh god. Yeah. Please.” 

He’s cute when he’s so flustered, but you can see it in his eyes that he wants it just as much as you do. 

“Uh. How do I— I mean. How do you want me?” 

God, Chris thinks he’s about to pass out. No no, he’s about to die. It’d be super weird, tho, wouldn’t it? To die on his couch, half naked and with his dick hard. He doesn’t want to become a ghost with an erection, that would be weird as fuck. Maybe other ghosts would even make fun of him. 

Why the fuck is he thinking about ghosts when you’re kneeling on his couch with his dick in your hand, asking him to let you suck him off? He’s just a fucking loser. 

“Um. I think— I think it’d be more comfortable if you were, you know, on your knees, maybe?” 

And, being the gentleman he is, even worries about your discomfort and hands you a soft pillow to put under your knees so that they don’t meet the hard floor when you do lower yourself in front of him. 

“Tell me what to do. Teach me.” 

Chris is way too far gone to think straight. 

Not only you’re knelt between his legs, beautiful as ever, especially when you’re looking at him with those eyes. Not only that — you’re also asking him to be your first, pleading him to teach you how to be the cause of his pleasure. That thought alone would be enough to make him cum right on the spot. 

Chris sighs, content, when your hands caress his inner thighs, when your lips start to kiss his tummy, your nose brushing the hair of his happy trail softly. 

Yeah no, he’s definitely going to pass out. 

“Just— use your hand. Like you did before. Yeah, like that,” he gasps when you start moving your hand up and down, “that feels so good. Can you— can you— um. Spit on your hand.” 

You look at him confused. 

“To get it wet, y’know.”

You don’t know, but trust him with whatever he says. After all, who knows better how to pleasure him than Chris himself? A bit uncertainly, you do spit on your palm, and immediately notice a difference when you go back to stroking him. 

Chris looks down at you, bites his lips so that unnecessary words won’t accidentally slip out. You’re so focused on giving him pleasure that you don’t realize how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. 

“Now?”

“Oh. Okay, um. Now try to take it in your mouth. Don’t force yourself— just the tip is fine for now— oh shit.” 

Chris curses loudly when you take him in your mouth for the first time, tilts his head back and gasps when you suckle on his tip. Then, he forces himself to look at you. He has a feeling that he won’t be able to last long — maybe he won’t last at all. Of course he’s had his dick sucked before, but it’s different now, because it’s you, on your knees in the middle of his living room. That’s a sight he’d never thought he would witness.

His breathing becomes short and quick as you suckle on the tip of his cock, your fingers wrapped around the rest of his length. It’s clear that you’ve never done this before, and that’s exactly what’s driving Chris crazy, especially when you look at him with those eyes while your mouth is full of him. He stretches his hand to run his fingers through your hair, thumb brushing your scalp with delicacy. 

“You’re making me feel so good,” he breathes, fisting a pillow until his knuckles turn white. “Shiiit, I won’t last. Just try— try bobbing your head a little? That’s— oh. Oh, that’s it. That’s it.” 

Of course you’re not able to take much of him in your mouth, and you’re nowhere near being a pro at it, but it’s enough. Your mouth is warm and wet and your cheeks are so red — Chris think he’s gonna burst into flames any second now. 

You have a feeling he’s not telling you what he really likes fearing he’ll make you uncomfortable. Maybe you should be a little bit bolder. You pull back, and Chris is about to ask what’s wrong, if he’s made you uncomfortable somehow, when you take his breath away by running your tongue along the underside of his cock before taking him back inside your mouth. 

It feels as if Chris’ soul has left his body. It takes him off guard. His toes start to curl, his head’s spinning violently. 

“Oh. Pull off. Baby, I’m— I’m gonna cum. Baby. Baby.” 

You don’t pull off. Instead, you moan around him at the pet name. He’s never called you that before.

Chris comes with a choked sound, abs and whole body contracting and spasming as he empties himself in your mouth. You swallow it, surprising both Chris and yourself. It tastes… weird. You’re not sure you like it. But it was definitely worth it, since this way you got to see Chris’ orgasm face and know what he sounds like, and it’s an experience worth dying for. He drapes his arm over his face as he takes some time to regain his regular breathing. 

“Come here. Come here.”

He helps you off your knees, slides his pants back up and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as you rest your head on his chest. You can feel his heart racing in his chest, and you snuggle closer. He kisses the top of your head lovingly.

“Was I good?” 

“Good? You— it was amazing.”

“Really?” You pull back to look at him. He’s not lying. 

“Mhmh,” he holds you tighter. Maybe it’s a bit too intimate, but giving the situation neither of you seems to mind it. “It was really, really good.” 

You stay like that for a little while. Your cheeks heat up at the thought that you can still taste Chris in your mouth, a bit salty and bitter at the same time. You’re not sure you can ever move on from sucking Chris’ dick. God, what are you even gonna do after he fucks you?

“C’mere. Lemme give you a kiss, yeah?” 

He’s barely able to press his lips on yours when the doorbell of Chris’ apartment rings, startling the both of you. 

“What the fu— who the hell is it at this time?” 

It’s a little over midnight. It’s a bit odd. You shrug, kind of mad that you got interrupted right when Chris was kissing you, but also worried. You hop off Chris’ lap, and he fixes himself quickly before heading to open the door. 

Felix. 

“Hey, sorry mate, I just left my phone here and—”

Felix seems surprised that you’re still at Chris’. The two of you are red in the face and look suspicious. 

“Did I… interrupt something?” He asks, eyebrows raised and curious eyes scanning both you and Chris looking for clues. “You look… I dunno. Weird.”

“No!” Chris quickly says, and Felix looks even more suspicious, narrowing his eyes at the two of you. “I was just— you know, about to drive Y/N home. It’s pretty late.”

You know it’s just an excuse Chris came up with and that he’s not actually serious. You know it, but Felix doesn’t. 

“Aw, no problem. I can drive her home since I’m already here. Don’t you have to wake up early in the morning?” 

You look at Chris, Chris looks at you. Felix looks confused. 

“Uh, yeah. But really, it’s no problem, I can drive her home.”

“Nah, it’s alright, mate. I’m going home anyways, it’s no big deal. You should probably sleep, you look tired, mate.” 

Uh. This is awkward. 

— 

You’re in the driver’s seat of Felix’s car when your phone vibrates with two new texts. It’s Chris. 

chris ♡: btw i didnt want u to leave so soon 🥲

chris ♡: felix is such a cockblock omg

And then one more. 

chris ♡: btw i loved what we did… kinda blew my mind 

you: just ur mind??? 👀

chris ♡: *gasp*

you: lol 

you: but im happy that u liked me sucking ur dick :)

chris ♡: stop!!! 🫣 im shy!!!

you: yeah shy lol 

you: but yeah i kinda didn’t want to leave either 🥹

chris ♡: maybe next time we could hang out just the two of us haha 👀

you: u say that as if we never hang out wtf

chris ♡: yeah but like 

chris ♡: i kinda want to yk…

chris ♡: reciprocate 🫣

you: oh!!!

chris ♡: did i just make things super weird? haha

you: no no 

you: ur good

you: its just

you: wasn’t expecting that 

chris ♡: is that a yes or…

chris ♡: haha

you: yeah ofc

you: its a yes :)

chris ♡: :) 

you: i can’t believe we r talking about this while im in felix’s car lol 

chris ♡: 💀

chris ♡: its a bit funny tho he was so clueless haha

you: lmao he has no idea what he’s almost walked in to 

chris ♡: lol 

chris ♡: u home yet?? 

you: we r almost there 

chris ♡: good :) 

you: why??

chris ♡: dunno, thought we could play genshin for a bit?

chris ♡: or r u tired?

You smile to yourself, and you suddenly can’t remember anymore what you were so scared of. He’s still the same Chris, you’re still the same you — you sucked his dick, so what? He’s the same loser of your best friend — trapped inside an insanely hot body, yes, but still your goofy Chris. 

you: i just got home! 

you: lemme change and i’ll log in asap :)

chris ♡: :) <3

—

It’s like nothing has happened between you and Chris. 

You see him again on Tuesday morning over breakfast, Jisung and Changbin are also there and it’s not awkward, not even when they leave to go to work and there’s only you and Chris left at the coffee shop. You hang out like you usually do and Chris tells you about the new character he finally unlocked in the game he’s currently obsessed with, and you show him a picture of that really cute plushie you wanted to get but was sold out at the store you went to. You finish your coffee and it’s all good, you don’t act like you sucked his dick. 

The fact that neither of you could stop thinking about it, though, is a whole other story. 

“I’ve got to go to work in a bit, but maybe we can hang out tonight?”

“You mean hang out or… you know, hang out?” 

Chris drops his phone onto the table. He swears under his breath, but is relieved to find out the screen isn’t cracked. 

“I’m just kidding,” you laugh, “you should see your face.”

“I hate you.”

“You looooove me.”

“No I don’t,” he raises his middle finger at you. 

“Oh, fuck off!” You laugh, and he bursts into a laugh too. 

You talk about video games, the book you’re currently reading, the series he’s watching. You talk and talk and talk until you both lose the notion of time. 

“It’s not weird, is it?” You blurt out all of a sudden, taking him off guard. 

“What’s not weird?” 

“That I… uhm… sucked you off the other day,” you lower your voice so that only Chris can hear you. 

His face turns red violently. 

“Now you’re making it weird!” 

“Why?!” 

“Because!” 

“Says the one who literally sexted me when I was in the car with Felix!” 

Chris’s eyes widen.

“I did not sext you,” he argues. “I was just being a gentleman. I was making a proposal.” 

“A very indecent one,” you smirk. “Alright, Mr. Sexter, time for me to go to work.”

“Do not call me that!” He whines. 

You chuckle. 

“Alright, I’ve teased you enough. Dinner at mine? There’s this new place that opened a few weeks ago and I really want to try it. Minho said they make the best jiaozi in the world.” 

Chris nods. 

“Alright.”

— 

At seven p.m. he’s in front of your house, at nine p.m. you’ve just finished eating and at ten p.m. he’s between your legs, only half undressed. Ready to have my dessert, he had joked, and you both had cringed after. 

And now here he is, sweet Bambi eyes looking straight into yours, his thumbs hooked in the loops of your jeans. You’re nervous, but in a good way. 

“Can I?”

You bite your lip, nod slowly. Chan lets out a shaky breath as he fully realises he’s about to pull your pants down and see you naked. It should be at least a little weird, right? Except it isn’t to Chan — he feels incredibly excited, more than he’s ever been with anyone else before. 

“Alright.” 

You arch your back, lift your body so that he can easily pull your jeans down and past the curve of your ass. He’s seen you in a swimsuit, so it’s not that big of a deal to find yourself in your underwear in front of him. 

It is, however, a big deal, when he hooks his thumbs in the hem of your panties. You suck in a breath when he locks eyes with yours and slowly drags the piece of cotton down your trembling thighs. 

“Oh my God—” you squeak, covering your red face with both of your hands, suddenly very aware of the situation you’re in. 

“Hey. Relax,” Chan says, “it’s just me.” 

Yeah, that’s kind of the whole point. 

You squeak again when you feel his hand on your knee, his thumb caressing your skin. 

“We don’t have to do this.” 

“Huh?”

Your eyes, wide open and full of emotion, stare right into his, comforting and warm as always. You feel like a ship through the most thunderous storm — Chris your lighthouse, your piece of peace.

“It’s okay if you changed your mind. We don’t have to go further.” 

You shake your head. 

“I didn’t change my mind… it’s just— ‘m nervous,” you smile at him. “You’re the first to ever see me naked.”

A shiver runs down Chris’ spine. God. He is the first. He is the first. How is he supposed to recover from the realization that he is the first man to ever strip you down naked and touch you and eat you out? Not to mention that you want him to fuck you. Maybe he shouldn’t be so turned on by this…

“You still want me to be?”

Your eyes widen. Is he really asking you that? 

Then you realize he doesn’t know about your big, fat crush on him, and that you once literally dried the battery of your clit sucker to the thought of him after he’d showed up to your place with a new haircut. You want him. You’ve wanted him. You don’t think there’s another galaxy, another universe, in which you’ll never want Chris in any possible way you’ll get to have him. 

“Yes. I trust you.”

He finally makes eye contact with your intimate parts, sucks in a breath at the sight. He feels like he is the virgin right now. He looks at you. You’re propped up on your elbows, staring at him, heart beating so fast you think it’s only a matter of time before it leaps out of your chest. What if he doesn’t like you? Physically, you mean. Maybe you should’ve worn some other kind of underwear, something sexier. Maybe he doesn’t think you’re attractive, like, at all. 

You’re forcefully pushed out your own self-sabotaging train of thought by Chris himself, who licks a long stripe all along your cunt, before letting a mouthful of spit land right where your clit is. 

“Oh shit,” you gasp out, holding your breath. 

That’s even better than your fucking toy. Chris’ tongue is wet, and hot, and it’s his tongue that’s licking you right between your legs and you think you’re actually about to pass out. 

“Are you alright?”

You nod. “I’m fantastic.”

Chris kisses your pussy all over, trying to figure out where the magic spot is. When you bite your lip and whimper, he knows he’s found it. He flicks it with his tongue once, twice, three times, and your body falls limp on the bed as you bathe in the feeling of Chris on you. 

He moans as he wraps his plump and wet lips around your clit and starts sucking, toying with it using his tongue, all whilst looking at you, completely at his mercy. He uses his two fingers to spread you open for him, his mouth never detaching from your clit as he suckles on it, trying to focus on every single one of your micro reactions to what he’s doing. 

You look down at him, where he’s eating you out into tomorrow, and the realization that it’s your best friend and your all time crush lying between your legs right now, makes you want him even more than you already do. However, you don’t want to rush it and ruin it all by having sex with Chris today, even though you feel ready and want him. But, selfishly, you don’t want any of this to end so soon. 

Chris takes your hand, intertwines your fingers, then guides it into his already disheveled hair. You tug at it when his tongue runs all over your cunt once more. His strong, buff arms keep you pinned down the mattress when you squirm a little too much. 

“Channie…”

He fucking grunts. 

He grunts, munching at your pussy, as he pins you down using just one hand on your stomach, his other hand ending up between your legs. His fingers form a v shape, spreading you out for him, as he sucks on your clit as if his life depended on it. His eyes flutter shut as he feels you coming onto his tongue. 

Apart from you, the four walls of your bedroom and a quite large collection of plushies and figurines displayed about everywhere in your room, no one has ever heard the sounds you make as you come. Chris feels blessed as his ears take in the little, quiet yet desperate whimpers that escapes your lips as your pussy throbs onto his tongue as you come. You pull his hair as you do, and Chris moans against your pussy. Your grip on his hair loosens, and Chan laps up at your orgasm, before emerging from your thighs. Your stomach does a teeny tiny backflip at the sight of his chin glistening with your wetness, evident proof that this is not one of your many wet dreams about your best friend, no — this is all true. 

“How are you feeling?” Chris asks sweetly, looking at you whilst caressing your thigh gently. 

“Feels like I’m floating,” you giggle. 

Chris wipes the residual of your cum off his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, then drops next to you. He’s painfully hard, but won’t say anything because he doesn’t want to pressure you, but he’s been grinding on the bed the entire time and he’d nearly busted when he’d found out how you taste. 

“How was it?”

You roll onto your side to look at him. Your lower half feels just a little bit cold considering you’re only naked from the waist down. 

“Amazing. I didn’t know it could feel this good,” you sigh. “Even better than my toy,” you think out loud.

Okay, maybe that’s TMI… Of course, your little slip-up doesn’t go unnoticed by Chris, whose brows raise in surprise. 

“You what now?” Surprised. “Nah, nah, nah, don’t hide from me. You have a toy? Like— a sex toy?” 

“Shut uuuuup,” you whine. “You promised you’d never judge meeee.”

Chris chuckles. 

“But I’m not judging you, I’m just curious. Didn’t know you had a toy. Perhaps is it a giant dildo?” 

“I hate you,” you grumble. 

“I’m kidding. What is it, though? I really am curious.”

You sigh, accepting defeat. You know your best friend, and he won’t drop the topic anytime soon until you reveal the juicy details. “It’s a clit sucker.”

Chris’ cock throbs, desperate for attention. The thought of you, all pretty and alone in your big bed, using a toy on you to get off, is making his brain go absolutely crazy. He wants to use it on you. He wants to hold the toy and press it on your clit and make you cum like that. He wants to hear those pretty moans once again as you come for him. 

“Oh wow. Better than a clit sucker, huh? That’s a new compliment,” he says. “Can I see it?” 

You furrow your eyebrows. “Huh?”

“Just wanna know who my rival is.” 

“Alright.”

Chris’ arch nemesis lies in the second drawer of your nightstand, hidden among your socks. It’s small and discreet, easy to hide, but it does its job amazingly and you would be absolutely unbearable without it, given that the little plastic angel protects your sanity. 

“Here’s the reason why my sanity hasn’t collapsed yet,” you announce, holding the toy for Chris to see, “a.k.a. your rival, I guess.”

Chan looks at the small object with curiosity in his eyes. He knows how it’s supposed to work, but, admittedly, it’s the first time he’s seen one in real life, so he has questions he wants answers to. 

“And how does this work?”

You press a small button on the back of the toy and it starts to vibrate weakly. There’s a tiny hole on the bottom, and Chris guesses that’s the part of the toy that’s supposed to end up on your clit. 

“Pressing the button it increases the sucking motion of the toy. It’s really great. There are days in which I’m more sensitive and even the weakest mode does the trick.” 

Chris watches the tiny silicone toy in awe. He wonders how many times you’ve used it, in which positions, and what did you fantasised about whilst using it. He feels like the biggest perv for having such impure thoughts about his best friend, who is not as innocent as he thought. 

“Can I say something? Feel free to tell me to shut up if it makes you totally uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Chris’ fingers come to wrap around the toy, feeling the low buzzing sensation on his own skin. “Is it weird that I really want to see you while you’re using it?”

Your whole neck and face heat up at Chris’ confession. 

“I really wanna see how you get off…”

Chris, without even realising it, had started palming his cock over the thickness of his sweats. When your gaze falls to his lap, you become aware of the massive tent between Chris’ legs. Is it concerning that you feel the urge to suck him off? 

“I have an idea…” you mumble, unable to stop thinking about how good Chris felt in your mouth the other day, as you tried your best to take him down your throat. Big and hot and heavy just for you…

“I’m all ears.”

“We can get off at the same time?” You suggest. “I’ll show you what works for me and you’ll show me what works for you.”

Chris nods, agreeing to your very interesting proposal. “Sounds perfect…” he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his sweats and boxers. “But I gotta warn you, I probably won’t last.” 

“It’s okay. I’m usually very sensitive after I’ve just cum, so it probably won’t take me long either.”

Chris smiles, dragging his sweats and underwear down past the curve of his ass and his balls. His cock springs free, slapping on his tummy with a heavy thud. There’s dark, curly hair at the base, a bit longer than it was the last time you’d seen his dick, plus his balls look really full and heavy and the sight makes your mouth water. Chris wraps his own fingers around his length, an action that comes natural to him, and you try to focus on his every movement, so that the next time you touch him you’ll be better. 

After turning the toy on, you realize you’ve missed an important step. You turn it off again, about to roll onto your side to open the drawer once again, but Chris’ voice interrupts you. 

“What are you doing?”

“Lube. I don’t really like it when it’s dry. Too much friction.” 

“Just give it to me.”

Chris takes the toy in his hand, brings it close to his mouth. The next thing you know, he’s letting a generous amount of spit fall right onto the hole of the toy.

You’ve read about how saliva is actually the worst thing you could use to replace lube, but you suppose it wont make much of a difference if you’re only planning to use it on an external toy that doesn’t involve penetration of any kind, so you figure it’s alright. 

When his hand comes between your legs, toy pressed on your clit, you shiver, trembling like a leaf. 

“You like it like that?” He rhetorically asks, because he’s not oblivious to the way your eyes roll in the back of your head at the contact the toy makes with your pussy. 

“I guess you do.” Cocky, sarcastic. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss out a laugh. 

“Oh, you will. Soon, baby, I promise,” he smirks. 

His eyes staring into yours, tender, soft, despite what he’s saying and what he’s doing. You’re making a mess on the sheets. He’s even more beautiful right now, hair all messy, cheeks flushed, forehead shining with sweat… how is that even possible? 

He slips his strong arm under your neck, pulls you closer. Your faces only a couple of inches apart. You want to kiss him. You want to kiss him and melt into that kiss. You want to kiss him so bad. 

“Chris, I’m—,” you gasp out. I’m in love with you, you want to say. I’ve been pathetically in love with you for years, you stupid idiot! 

“Close already?” 

“Mhhm.” That would do. 

“Good. Cum, babygirl.” 

You hold onto him for dear life as you come with a cry, fingernails digging into his skin, leaving behind red marks on the pale flesh. It lasts seconds, it lasts hours. But never too much. 

“We… we were…” 

“Huh?”

“We were supposed to do it together, you idiot,” you sigh, as your legs finally stop shaking from an earth-shattering orgasm. 

“Are you that curious to see me jerking off?” He chuckles. 

You swat his chest. “You’re impossible.” 

He grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Look at me babygirl.” Then, his eyes move down, where he’s touching himself. 

Slowly, like someone who knows what he’s doing, with the expertise only he can have with his body. His cock looks beautiful, flushed pink at the tip, a gracious bead of precum threatening to slip and wet his tummy. Would it be weird if you… gosh, you want to taste him so bad. 

His movements on his cock are swifter now, a few grunts come out of his throat. 

“You like watching me?” 

“Mhhm…”

It’s hot. Incredibly so. 

“What are you thinking of?” The question slips past your mouth before you can stop it. 

He smirks, bites his lip. 

“Wanna know what I’m thinking of?” You nod. “I’m thinking of your lips, babygirl,” he swipes your lower lip with his thumb, eyes boring into yours. “How sweet they are… how beautiful they looked the other day, wrapped around my cock. How you swallowed my cum like a good girl…” 

It makes you shiver, the way he’s so… direct with words. Dirty. Explicit. But how can you blame him when you’re thinking about the same stuff? 

“I can do it again if you want…”

He smiles, bites his lip. 

“You wanna suck my cock again?” A smirk.

“Mhhm…”

“Go on, then, babygirl. Take me in your sweet mouth.” 

— 

On Friday, the designated day for your first time, you get your period. Right moments before Chris rings your doorbell. Huh, what a timing. 

“We can’t.” 

Is the first and only thing you say as soon as you open the door, even though he knows the code and could’ve let himself in. He looks at you, a puzzled expression on his face. 

“We can’t what?”

“Have sex,” you say with a huff. “I got my period, like, ten minutes ago.”

He looks at you, trying to decipher if you’ve just lied to him because you don’t want to sleep with him anymore or if you’re serious. In the end, he opts for the second scenario, because you’re visibly irritated. 

“It’s alright,” he says, closing the door behind his buff figure. “We can still hang out. D’you want me to grab some chocolate at the convenience store?”

“You do know that not all the people who menstruate love chocolate when they’re on their period, right?” You quirk an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah, but you do. So? Chocolate?”

“…. yes, please.”

Everything’s easy with Chris. It’s always been this way. 

—

And like the most beautiful things one can experience in life, it happens spontaneously, your first time. No plan, no designated day, no matching panties and bra set, no nothing. Just you and him and a nice day out in the hot spring sun. Chris’ hand on your thigh had you trembling like a leaf, even if he was just telling a joke a little too emphatically. 

You then realised just how much you love him, and decided that it was the perfect moment. That you needed him. You told him so, he nearly choked on his water, but he, too, thought it was the perfect moment. 

Which brings you here. In your bedroom, naked with Chris between your legs for a second time, just with different intentions this time. 

Chris looks you in the eye, trying to catch even just a glimpse of uncertainty, of regret, and he’s ready to stop. But he finds none. You’re sure. And it should probably be weird, right?, even just a little, but it’s not. It’s not weird that he’s between your legs, naked, ready to take your virginity like you asked him to. It should be weird, but it’s not. 

“Are you sure you’re sure?” 

“For the millionth time, Chris, yes. I am sure.” 

“Just making sure,” he shrugs. “Tell me if it hurts, or if you’re uncomfortable or whatever, alright?” 

“Alright.” 

He grips himself steadily, firmly, checking for the third time that the condom’s on properly. Then, you feel his tip prodding at your slit, ready to enter you any second now. 

You feel his hot breath on your mouth, his nose gently caressing yours, his fingers in your hair as he first presses himself inside of you. It knocks the air out of your lungs. 

It’s true, it’s happening. 

“Hurts?” He asks, concerned. 

“No, not at all,” you reassure him. “Feels perfect.” 

He enters you ever so slowly, making sure not to overwhelm you with his presence in your tightness. He bottoms out, finally, and you feel complete. It feels perfect, he feels perfect inside of you. 

He pulls out and you whimper at the loss. You miss him instantly. 

And he obliges at your unexpressed plea, immediately entering you once again. This time, an unexpected pain washes all over your lower region, it feels as if you pulled a muscle or something. Chris notices something’s up from the way you scrunch your nose and hiss.

“Did I hurt you?”

He’s so sweet. 

“I’m okay,” cupping his cheek. “It feels weird. But I don’t want to stop.” 

“You sure?”

“Mhhm.”

He pushes inside even more slowly than before, not missing one of your reactions and micro expressions. He’s so damn close and at the same time it’s not enough. You can feel him, touch him, breathe him, but you still want more. 

“More… please.” 

He begins to move, propped on his elbows which are resting on each side of your face. It knocks the air out of your chest for a good couple of seconds, but it’s the most intense feeling you’ve ever experienced so far, and you’re excited for more. You want to keep making love to Chris for ever. 

You inadvertently clench around his length and he hisses. 

“Sorry.”

“You… you have no idea how you feel wrapped around me, babygirl.” 

It makes your heart flutter. 

“And you have no idea how you feel inside of me… I feel so… full.”

He twitches, and you feel it. 

“You can’t say things like that to me,” he admonishes, but you know he’s not being serious. 

“Why not?”

“Because… I’m trying so fucking hard not to bust a nut this fucking second,” he admits. 

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

He moves inside of you, thrusting and pulling back and then thrusting again, gentle, never rough, even though a part of you wishes to make him lose control and let him do whatever he wants with you. Maybe… maybe another time, if you’re lucky. 

“Tell me… tell me what to do. Teach me.”

A shiver runs down Chris’ spine. 

“Dear god, babygirl,” he drops his face in the crook of your neck. “Fine. Okay. Alright. Just— hook your legs around mine, hm?”

You oblige. He feels even closer now. 

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now try to move your pelvis as if to meet my movements.” 

“Alright.”

“Yeah, like that… feels good, doesn’t it?” 

It feels even better than you thought it would. You still feel a bit sore, yes, but it’s much more pleasant now that you’ve grown accustomed to it. Plus, Chris is being so gentle and sweet… you could never regret asking him to be your first. 

“Can we… can we kiss?” You timidly ask. 

Chris smiles sweetly at you, and without providing an answer, he presses his lips onto yours in a chaste kiss that turns hot and indecent mere seconds later. He intertwines your fingers, asks you to pull his hair as he fucks you. 

“Feels nice?”

“Feels so good, Chris,” you moan, hips meeting his halfway. “Never thought it could feel like this.”

You wonder if it’ll ever be the same with other guys. Probably not, because you’ll never love someone as much as you love Chris. 

“Me neither.”

Chris gets more desperate now, but he’s still so desperately trying not to lose control. You wonder how it’d be like if he just gave in to his impulses. He hooks his arm under your leg, spreads you wider for him, and you sigh. It feels amazing. 

 “You’re amazing, babygirl,” he moans, sinking deeper into you. Deeper and deeper, making you feel every inch of his cock that’s hot and throbbing just for you. “Never want this to end.”

It makes your heart flutter, even though he’s probably just saying that because it’s just sex. Amazing, yeah, but just sex. 

He moves like he knows exactly what he’s doing, stimulating a certain spot inside of you; yet, it’s not enough to make you finish, and he knows it. “Spit,” he demands, albeit sweetly, his fingers close to your mouth. 

You obey, and his lubed up fingers immediately find your puffy clit that’s aching for some attention. It makes you cry out in pleasure. All your life, you’ve been constantly told how men are selfish in bed and they only care about their own pleasure and never the woman’s, but you knew Chris wasn’t like the others. It was obvious since the start. 

“Chris— I’m—”

He smirks, moving his skilled fingers faster. 

“Go on, babygirl. Finish on my cock. Cream it like the good girl you are,” he incites you, and who are you to deny him such pleasure?

You cum on his cock with a cry, feeling yourself pulsing and throbbing down there, as he continues to push inside of you looking for his own release. Finally, he empties himself inside the condom with a low grunt, then collapses on top of you. 

“You did so good, babygirl…” 

He rolls onto his back, dragging you together with him, your head now resting on his chest where you can feel his pounding heartbeat. 

“Was it okay? Did you like it?” He asks. 

You raise your head to look into his warm eyes. “It was perfect,” you say and your heart skips a beat, “thank you.” 

He kisses you, unexpectedly. 

You stay like that for minutes that feel like hours, hugging and kissing, forgetting there’s a world, a life outside of your bedroom. Until you’re brought back to reality by an unexpected thunder, anticipating a violent storm. 

“Shit, it’s really pouring down outside, isn’t it?”

“Mh… looks scary.” 

“Cup of tea and a movie?” He suggests. 

“Yeah, but shower first.”

When you sit on the bed, you hiss at the contact your lower half makes with the mattress, a very present soreness reminding you of what happened mere minutes before. There, on the bedsheets, a small pool of dried up blood. He looks between his legs, the condom is reddish. 

“Shit… did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, babygirl.” 

You shake your head as a no. “No, no, you didn’t,” you smile at him. “You were perfect.”

It’s a mystery how you ended up in the shower together with Chris, but you can’t complain about that, especially with how sweet he acts towards you. You look at him as if he hung the moon and all the man did was take your virginity. And you can’t complain either when, just an hour later, you’re cuddling on the couch, your comfort movie playing softly in the background as you share your favorite and warmest blanket. 

It would be the perfect moment for a love confession, but you’re too much of a coward for that. 

—

You don’t like the way she’s looking at Chris. Like she’s trying to mark her territory, like she’s hunting and your dear best friend is her target prey, grabbing his arm with her perfect blue eyes, flawless skin and high-pitched laughter. No, no, you don’t like it in the slightest. Now, Chris is totally oblivious that you’re dying of jealousy, of course, so he’s reciprocating the girl’s explicit attentions. It makes you sick. 

Chris… your Chris… with someone else. You need air, you need to breathe. 

From the other side of the room, Chris notices something’s up. You look uncomfortable, shifting in your seat, not making eye contact with any of your friends, biting at your fingernails… Something happened, he’s sure of that, but… what exactly? Did someone say something? Are you okay? He needs to know. 

“You okay?” 

It startles you, his voice. You zoned out completely, and didn’t notice he’d excused himself to the girl and immediately came to check on you. 

“Yeah. I’m alright.”

“You suck ass at lying, and you know that,” he remarks. “Now, what happened?” 

“I’m okay, Chan, just go back talking to that girl.”

Chan? You never call him Chan. Chris, Chrissy when you want to tease him, but never Chan. 

“Why would I go talk to her when you’re here and you look uncomfortable?” 

“I’ve been here the whole night and you didn’t care.” 

Chris frowns. 

“That’s not true. I just went to grab something to drink and Scarlett came up to talk to me.” 

“Scarlett.” You huff. 

Now Chris is confused. Why exactly are you mad and why is it such a big deal that he was talking to that girl? 

“Yes, Scarlett,” he repeats, as confused as before. “Are you mad at me, did I do something?” 

You shrug. 

Yes and no. Chris is allowed to talk to anybody he wants, so why does it bother you so much? Because you’re in love with him, hello? And Scarlett is so… different than you. If Chan likes her, it means he could never like someone like you. Right? 

“Come with me,” Chris says, grabbing your hand and exiting the place. He doesn’t want to discuss this matter in front of his and your friends. It’s something that somehow feels private. “Now,” he starts once you’re all alone, “tell me what I did to make you mad.” 

“You’ve been ignoring me,” you give him the side-eye, sounding like a jealous girlfriend even to your own ears. “You begged me to go out and then spent half an hour talking to Scarlett,” you put emphasis on her name. 

He looks at you as if he had a whole different person in front of him. 

“Ignoring you? Wha— I— Ha! Ignoring you!” He’s in disbelief. “I just went to grab a drink!” 

“And talked to Scarlett for half an hour. You didn’t care that I was sitting all alone waiting for you to come back.” 

Have you gone crazy?, Chan thinks. 

“All alone? The guys are there! And your girlfriends, too!” 

“Yes, but I was waiting for you!” 

It makes Chris’ heart skip a beat or two. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, and he means it, even though he doesn’t know precisely what he did wrong. “Really, I’m sorry if I upset you. I didn’t mean to.” 

You seem to come to your senses, realizing that maybe you overstepped a boundary or something. 

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You have the right to do whatever you want, it’s just that I…” 

Stop it!, a voice inside your head screams. Stop right there! Are you crazy? You want to confess that you got jealous? And then what, maybe tell him that you’re in love with him? Stop! 

And all of a sudden, confessing your feelings seems the only right thing to do. 

“You…?” 

All the courage suddenly leaves your body, but the damage is kind of already done. 

“I got… jealous, I think.” 

“Jealous?” He repeats, heart fluttering inside his ribcage. 

“Hmmh.” 

“You’ve got no reason to be jealous,” he smiles at you. “You know you’re my favorite person in the whole world.” 

You miss his lips and the way they felt pressed on yours, mere nights before, when you were wrapped around him tightly, and he was inside of you. You miss that closeness, that intimacy. You want him desperately, and not just for sex. The good, the bad, the easy and the hard times. 

“Careful what you say, Chrissy,” you chuckle, “you might end up making me fall in love with you or something,” your joke hiding a bigger truth. 

His head snaps up, eyes bore into yours. 

“Would that be too bad?”

“Huh?” 

“If you fell in love with me. Would that be so horrible?” The world pauses. You freeze, heart pounding louder and louder in your ears. “Never mind,” he says after a while, your silence being too much for his hurt pride, for his shattered heart. 

Of course you could never love him, what was he thinking? 

He runs inside before you can even try to stop him. You run after him, but once you reach him he’s already sitting with the guys, and you do not want to make a scene in front of them or shout out a love confession in the middle of the club. You take your place next to Chris, and it’s obvious he’s avoiding you at this point. 

“Chris…” you tap him on the shoulder, but he doesn’t turn to look at you. He’s too embarrassed, you can tell by the tips of his ears that are flushed pink. “Chris…” 

You gather up all the courage in your body for what you’re about to do next. 

Shifting in your seat, you whisper in his ear. “It wouldn’t be horrible at all.” 

He whips his head to meet your eyes, see if you’re serious or if it’s another cruel joke. But no. The light in your eyes confirms that it’s true. He asks you silently, with his own eyes, if you’re saying what he thinks you’re saying. You grab his hand from under the table and smile at him as you nod. 

“Can we go outside? I need to kiss you real bad,” he whispers in your hair. 

—

“Open your wallets, ladies and gentlemen,” Minho says, cocky as ever, tilting his head in the direction of the closest window. “Ten bucks each, which means… one-hundred and twenty bucks total.” 

Someone protests, others groan in frustration, some of the boys try to argue that he wasn’t playing fair in the first place, because everybody knew the two idiots were in love with each other. 

“So much scene for ten bucks,” Minho huffs. “You’re just sore losers. The bet wasn’t if the two dummies outside were in love with each other or not. The point was whether they were going to kiss tonight or not. And I won.”

“How come does he always win?” Jeongin asks, confused. 

“Guys, look! Ew, that’s disgusting, they’re practically eating each other’s faces at this point!” Jisung comments. 

“Do you think they know we can see them?” 

“Of course not, pabo.” 

“I think they’re gonna fuck,” your girl friend blurts out. 

“Nah, they won’t.”

“Wanna bet?” Lee Minho says.

“Fuck you!” They all scream in unison. 

— 

You never want to stop kissing Chris, but you have to at some point, if you don’t want to die from asphyxia. Both his and your lips are al red and swollen from the kisses, his cheeks flushed pink and yours equally as hot. 

“Take me home,” you whisper on his mouth. 

“Huh?” 

“You’re not done with me yet,” you bite your lip. “You taught me how to have sex… now it’s time for you to teach me how to make love.” 

Chris thinks he’s about to melt. 

Holy shit. 

“Taxi!” He shouts. 

— 

♡

so when he'd pulled you aside and asked you to stay a while after everyone left to help him with a track, how could you refuse? after all why wouldnt you want an excuse to stay and help a coworker out.

you should've known his intentions with you were more than just work though, because the moment the coast was clear, he practically threw you into the studio couch, his lips mashed with yours in a lust filled kiss.

one of his hands lays heavy against your hip as he holds himself above you, a forearm pressed into the couch cushion next to your head. lips meld against each other, want and need and lust mixing and creating a concoction that renders you both dizzy and craving more, more, more.

pressed flush against your center, his clothed cock grows harder and harder as hands tug at shirts and squeeze at bare skin. his fingers find your hips, sliding around to the globes of your ass and squeezing while he grinds you against him. you emit a breathy moan against his lips, a sigh of his name. the friction is addicting, the thin fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit. the fabric clings to your folds as you grow even wetter.

both of your movements grow increasingly desperate as the seconds tick by. he mouths and nips at your neck, his tongue not far behind to sooth the marred skin, groaning as you curl your fingers into his hair, tugging at the dark strands. his head removes itself from your neck so he is able to lock your gaze to his, his pupils dilating at the messy sight of you. furrowed brows, eyes snapped shut, swollen lips coated in spit, bitten oh so hard to muffle your cries. your oversized shirt is slipping from your shoulder, revealing the strap of your bra and the bare skin of your shoudler. "I've wanted to do this for so long, shit-"

you can only whine in response, his hand remains on your ass, continuing to guide you against him, while the other reaches up to hold your chin. your eyes flutter open, only to avoid his gaze. with a deep, shuddering breath, he squeezes your chin.

"eyes on me," he orders, his voice deep and commanding. visibly shivering above him, you obey. his eyes bear into yours, hypnotizing—and while you want to bury your head back into his chest and hide, you simply can't. he smirks at your slack-jawed expression. "such a good girl. shit, feels good?"

"y-yeah," you squeak out, panting. you've drifted somewhere far away, lost in the pleasure he's so generously giving you. your vision goes fuzzy around the edges as his hand slides down to wrap around your throat, squeezing jussst enough for you to lose your breath.

"yeah?" he asks, the lilt in his voice condescending. "you like my cock grinding into your pretty pussy, my hand around your throat? bet you're so wet already, hm? are you?"

with a rapid nod of your head and a whine, your eyes shut again, hips grinding down even faster. when they blink back open, you find his cocky demeanor has lessened, groaning and cursing under his breath.

"god. fuck, baby," he breathes, starting to thrust up into you to meet you halfway. you squeal at the sensation. "y'feel so good. gonna make me cum-"

you scramble forward to kiss him, muffling your moans and his groans. your fingertips press into his shoulders as you feel your peak approaching. the rustle of clothes mix with the obscene sounds.

and then you're shoved straight over the edge.

you cry his name as your thighs quake, trying to close but being halted by his own. your lips leave his as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, riding out the pleasure. chan ruts into you once, twice before his torso shudders beneath you. he hisses out a quiet "fuck" as his release stains his boxers.

slowly, the two of you come down, his head lifting from the crook of your neck, he can feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks when he cups them to bring you in for a gentle, slow kiss. the desperation that previously filled the air has all but dissipated, replaced by soft adoration—and slight embarrassment.

"that...was so fucking hot," he mumbles once he pulls away, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "can't believe you made me cum in my pants."

you giggle despite your hazy state "i guess i just have that effect."

he pinches your waist, smirking nonetheless, "brat."

a/n: I should be studying rn lowkey..

“Hold it, you little shit.” You point at him first, then Changbin. “You think this is funny?” 

“Me?” Changbin looks around, points to himself too with wide eyes. 

“Yes, you. You're the accomplice!” Before they can ask if you're okay again, you approach Chris as he's laid back on a piece of gym equipment. 

He sits up with a clueless brow, “What's wro–”

“If you don't wanna do it, I'll do it myself.” You place a hand on his shoulder and push him back down. “Go on, you slut.”

“Slut? Go on? I'm literally exercising?” 

“Mhm, continue. You absolute madman.”

Chris glances at Changbin again, then up over his head at you. “What's going on now? Why am I a madman?”

“You think this is funny, huh?” You finally crack a smile despite yourself.

“I'm not even smiling–” He is, in fact. A nervous grin.

“You think you can send one video and have me wrapped around your finger? Huh? Do you? Because you're absolutely right.” You crouch down to his level. “The audacity of you, and while I'm ovulating, too.”

“I beg your finest pardon?” He blinks and scoffs, laughs harder.

“You think you're so clever, muting that video like such a little sneaky thief in the night–”

“You have my bubble? Since when?”

“Please don't ask me questions. I can't do questions right now and you can't make me.”

Changbin chimes in, hand raised. “Do I get to know why I'm in trouble?” 

“You filmed it!” You point again.

“I… did.” Changbin smirks and looks away, lowers his hand and continues on dodging what's left of your spontaneous wrath.

“Evil little man.” You unlock your phone, go straight to your camera and point it at Chris. “I must rectify your mistake immediately.” 

“You're not seriously gonna record a whole new video just for the sound.” Chris seems genuinely amused by your determination.

“I didn't come here to fuck around, Christopher.” 

“You're serious? 진짜?” 

The small chime of your phone starting to record a new video answers for you. 

“Continue.” 

Chris can't help but to stare up at you, entertained, caught off guard, and in disbelief all at once. 

“You're insane.” He scoffs louder with a big bashful smile. Nonetheless, he corrects his form and decides to indulge your request. “I swear. Only for you.”

After about 15 seconds, you find what you were looking for. The breathing, the grunts that match the face when he lifts the weight, the clinking of the equipment. Even Changbin's groan in the background when he finishes his set. The missing piece to the puzzle, sound.

You end the video when Chris finishes his set, standing to your full height with a satisfied smile.

“Happy?” Chris asks, blood rushing to his neck and shoulders, leaving a blush around his face as well. 

“Thank you. That will be all.” You turn around and cackle. Not a laugh, a cackle. Like a witch who just found the last ingredient to a potion. 

“That's it? You're just leaving?” He calls out, sitting up with even more disbelief than earlier. 

“Ah!” You run back to him and lean down, grabbing both sides of his face. 

You press a firm kiss to his lips, one that almost stuns him. He relaxes into it quickly, hands hovering over yours. You pull away and admire him briefly, “Thank you, Channie.”

Before he can respond, you turn around and skip away, calling out behind you. “You're insane!”

The door closes behind you, leaving Chris and Changbin to try and figure out what kind of drive-by they were just a victim to. 

“...You are pretty insane for that video, hyung.”

“I'm not gonna hear the end of this for a while, am I?”

“Nah, probably not.”

“Well, fuck.”

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