divine

chan had organised you a small surprise party with all of your friends, the boys and their partners. you weren’t expecting any of that, and you’d cried a little when everyone shouted ‘surprise’ and hugged you. birthday parties were always… sad when you were younger, because no one of your so called friends would actually show up, and you often ended up spending the day alone. so it meant a lot for you that your boyfriend chan had gathered all the people that matter the most to you to spend your birthday together.

“you’re the best boyfriend. you know that, right?”

chan’s cheeks flush pink. he always gets embarrassed whenever you compliment him, and you think that’s cute. he rests his forehead on the juncture of your shoulders, and you feel him shake his head, flustered.

“i just try to be a good boyfriend to you, that’s all.”

you turn around to look at him, sweetly cupping his face in your hands. there’s a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes, so you pulled them away. you place a tender kiss on the tip of chan’s nose.

“you’re the most perfect boyfriend i could’ve ever asked for, chan,” you admit, looking into chan’s chocolate eyes. “no one’s ever cared about me the way you do.”

and that’s true. not your old friends, not your new friends, not your exes. chan’s special. unique.

chan wraps both his arms around you, rests his chin on your shoulder as you play with his hair. it’s slowly getting longer, and you think it really suits him — he looks really hot. but of course, chan gets shy whenever you tell him that.

his hand grabs yours, thumb brushing your fingers until he finds the object of your interest.

“you sure you like it?” he murmurs, referring to the silver band with a small baby blue stone on your ring finger.

it was chan’s gift to you. you cried when he’d opened the small box, revealing the beautiful ring. nothing too extravagant, and just perfect.

“i love it, chan,” you nod. “it’s perfect.”

“you’re not just telling me that to spare my feelings, right?” he jokes, but knows you’re sincere.

“why would i lie to you?” you giggle, kissing him on the head. “my sweet channie… always so thoughtful, so caring…”

“stoooop,” he hides his face in the crook of your neck. “it’s your birthday. i should be the one giving you compliments, not the other way around…”

“you give me compliments all the time, channie.”

he pulls back to look at you. it’s true, he never misses a chance to tell you how beautiful you are, how good your makeup looks, how delicious is the food you make, etc, etc. but whenever you try to reciprocate, he just won’t let you.

“well, it’s never enough,” chan shrugs. “i think there’s a million compliments i haven’t said to you yet.”

“for example?” you challenge him, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“for example…” chan trails off, fingers toying with the end of your dress. “how beautiful this dress looks on you…” he puts his hand underneath it, hands brushing and touching your bare thighs.

chan yanks the dress up your hips, then higher, higher, higher until you have to raise up your arms so he can finally take it off you.

“… but how incredibly better you look without it.”

his eyes travel all over your semi-naked figure standing in the middle of the now empty living room. there’s balloons and confetti pretty much everywhere, and a few birthday hats on the floor. you and chan’ll take care of the mess tomorrow. you have other plans for tonight.

chan frowns. “is this new?” he asks, referring to the matching bra and panties lingerie set you’d bought specifically for today.

it’s black, but there are purple decorations and lace on the hem of both the bra and the panties. chan’s never seen it before, so he knows it has to be new — he’d definitely remember taking something like this off you.

you nod, biting your lip as you try to hide a smile. “mhhm… i was thinking of you when i bought it. d’you like it?”

now, like it would be an understatement.

chan’s busy taking a mental photograph of how stunning you look, of how the lingerie set perfectly hugs your body. it’s such a shame that it’ll have to come off sooner than later.

“can i show you how much i like it?”

“i was hoping you would.”

chan’s hands find their place on your hips. slowly, lovingly, he kisses you. his tongue slips into your mouth, his hands grip you tighter as he comes closer until you can clearly feel his hard on pressing on you though the clothes.

you think it’s a bit unfair that you’re the only one who’s semi-naked whilst he’s still completely dressed, so you take the matter into your own hands. you slowly start to unbutton his white shirt, feeling chan’s toned abs under your palms. you take if off completely, and the shirt ends up on the floor together with your black dress.

you’re thankful that the curtains are closed, otherwise you’d be giving the whole neighbourhood a show.

chan lets you unbutton his pants, too, then drag them past the curve of his ass — not without giving his butt cheek a nice squeeze, until they pool around his ankles. when his hips press onto yours once again, he feels much harder and hotter than before.

“as much as i love this beautiful set, baby,” chan latches his mouth to your neck, one hand coming to cup your breasts. “it needs to come off now… need to see you. all of you.”

“bedroom. bedroom, channie,” you gasp out when chan’s hand slips inside of your panties, feeling all of your wetness on his fingertips.

“alright, baby,” he kisses your chest. “c’mon. let’s go.”

he’s on top of you on the bed, both of you still in your underwear, humping each other — horny, desperate for each other. after all, you’ve been putting off your alone time since the party. you and chan barely could keep your hands to yourselves. he looked just too hot in that white shirt, and you looked irresistible in that dress. he wanted to lift it up and eat you out right there in the middle of the room.

now he has the opportunity to finally taste you. and he’s not gonna miss it.

his mouth is on your pussy before you can even process that he’s stopped kissing you. over the thin layer of your panties at first, tongue finding your clit even when separated by clothes. eventually, chan becomes impatient, and slips your panties off swiftly.

“so pretty… need to taste you…”

his wet lips close right around your clit, sucking on it as if chan’s life depended entirely on your pleasure and nothing else. his arms hooked around your legs, pulling you closer to his face as he buries his nose and tongue in your pussy, lapping up at your arousal satisfied.

“channie…”

your fingers tug at his hair and chan whimpers against your pussy. the tip of his tongue teases your clit over and over as he gently pushes one, then two, fingers into you, spreading you out and prepping you for him.

he hums and grunts and pants, almost as if your pleasure was his own. partially, it’s exactly like that. but he’s also humping the mattress as he eats you out. usually, chan never gets this impatient, no matter how turned on he is. but tonight you’re exceptionally beautiful and he gave you a ring and it’s your birthday and he wants to worship you in every way that he knows.

chan curls his fingers inside of you, and your legs clamp around his head because it’s just too much, too pleasure all together with chan torturing both your clit and g-spot simultaneously. but he knows what he’s doing and he knows your limits, so you know he’d never do anything to make you uncomfortable.

he smirks to himself when he feels your wetness dripping down the palm of his hand as he fingers you. that’s how he knows you’re close.

as predicted, your legs begin to shake soon after.

“chan— channie,” you whimper, desperately searching for his hand to hold on to. “‘m close. close.”

he intertwines his fingers with yours, puts them on your belly. his tongue is still relentlessly lapping up at your clit. chan applies a gentle pressure on your belly, the way you taught him, as you cum around his fingers with a muffled cry.

once you’ve stopped clenching around his fingers, he gently pulls them out of you, whilst peppering your pussy and inner thighs with soft pecks as if to say ‘well done’.

chan almost gets offended when you try to pull him closer by the waistband of his black boxers, wanting to reciprocate. “not tonight. tonight’s all about you.”

and you know he won’t change his mind no matter how hard you try. it’s okay, though — it just means you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to pleasure him the way you want to.

“plus right now, i really need to be inside you.”

he pulls his boxers down, and his hard cock slaps on his abdomen. he discards the boxers on the floor, watches in awe as you bend your arms behind your back to unclasp your bra and free your tits. despite having seen them hundreds of times before, chan still looks at you as if it were the first time, still enamoured with your body.

“come here, then.”

chan’s on top of you, all over you with his hands and lips, his hard cock pressed right against your pussy, impatient to push into you. he’s been waiting for this the whole night, and so have you.

“so beautiful… mine…” he kisses your neck, your collarbone, cups your tits. “you’re mine, yeah? tell me you’re mine, baby…”

“i’m yours. i’m yours, chan,” you whine. “please. please, put it inside.”

god forbid chan makes you beg for his cock on the day of your birthday.

chan positions himself right at your entrance, hard and leaking. then in one long, slow stroke, he pushes inside and fills you up.

“so warm… wet… soft…” chan kisses you. “you feel so good around me, baby. perfect for me…”

your nails scrape chan’s back as he thrusts into you slow and deep, hitting all the right spots. you kiss him, never wanting to separate your lips from his — you want to keep kissing chan forever.

chan hooks his arm around your leg, spreading you out for him so he can thrust even deeper until it knocks your breath out for a second.

“so big channie,” you whine. “you’re always so good for me. always fuck me so good.”

“‘n’ you always take me so well…”

chan pants as he fucks you harder. skin slapping on skin is the only sound that can be heard, together with yours and chan’s desperate whines. he’s always vocal in bed — moans, grunts, whimpers, praises and dirty talking to you. he just can’t shut up, the sex with you is just too good.

“i’m close, channie. so close. need to cum,” you whine, tugging at his hair. “need you to cum in me, channie. i want it.”

chan’s whole body shakes, muscles contracting as his hips snap faster. you grip his biceps, bite them, then run your hands all over his body to worship him just like he did you. he needs to never forget that you find him hot and want him all the time.

“i’m so close, too,” chan groans. “gonna fill you up, baby. gonna cum inside. yeah?”

“yes, channie. please.”

chan keeps hitting that spot with a disarming precision. he lets go of your leg and puts his hand on your belly, applying gentle pressure the same way he did before, and your release hits you hard — it’s the hardest you’ve come in a while. after making sure you’re completely satisfied, only then chan lets himself go.

he buries himself deep inside of you, presses his body on yours and looks right into your eyes as he comes, panting, scrunching his nose as he fills you up with his cum. once he’s finished, he buries his face in your chest as you both catch your breaths.

your fingers play with chan’s hair, that’s now a bit damp because of the sweat. he hugs you tightly. neither of you says a word, the moment’s perfect the way it is.

chan grabs your other hand, swiping his thumb back and forth on the ring he gifted you. he can’t wait to add another ring on your finger, one which carries an important promise, he thinks to himself.

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𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

if you don’t know ; play ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ ၊|• 3:28

𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: childhood friends 2 lovers/bff2l

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: go ahead rip my heart out - show me what love’s all about. if you say that you don’t feel a thing - if you don’t know, let me go.

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

end up here ; play ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ ၊|• 3:02

𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: unrequited love/strangers 2 lovers

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: but when i wake up next to you i wonder how - how did we end up here?

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

everything i didn't say ; play ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ ၊|• 3:00

𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: best friend's brother

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: i wish i could have made you stay, and i'm the only one to blame. i know that it's a little too late, this is everything i didn't say.

𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

catch fire ; play ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ ၊|• 3:27

𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: academic rivals 2 lovers

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: i can't change the world, but maybe i'll change your mind.

𝐡𝐚𝐧

rejects ; play ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ ၊|• 2:50

𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: nerd x popular girl

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: what was i thinking? everyone sees it. it's not a secret that i'm just a reject.

𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

lover of mine ; play ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ ၊|• 3:26

𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: brother's best friend

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: i’ll never give you away ‘cause i’ve already made that mistake. if my name never fell off your lips again, i know it’d be such a shame.

𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

just saying ; play ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ ၊|• 2:40

𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: boyfriend's best friend

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: you don't need him, i'll help you get over it. when you change your mind i'll be waiting, 'cause i'm better than him, just saying.

𝐢.𝐧.

greenlight ; play ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။ ၊|• 2:46

𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: fwb 2 lovers

𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: it's taking me over, i don't wanna play this game no more. all you gotta do is tell me right now you want me right now.

Jake knows it. Of course he does. It’s his favourite habit of yours, one he picked up too even though there’s no research study on the benefits of the penis of sleeping without underwear on. Still, for solidarity, as he says, he’s started doing that, too. And, hey, quickies before going to bed or as first thing in the morning are easier this way.

The next thing you know, his lips press on your naked shoulder feather-like as the pads of his fingertips brush your pussy lips, collecting and smearing your arousal all over it.

“What are you doing?” You shout-whisper to him, frantically looking around the vast room in case anyone were watching in your direction, but none of the boys were, thankfully.

“Needed to feel you,” he murmurs, syrupy sweet, resting his head in the crook of your neck, turned towards the television even though he’s not really focused on whatever it is they’re watching. “Been thinkin’ about it since you showed up in those leggings.”

He got distracted in the middle of a boring scene of the movie and suddenly remember you were there, beside him, without any panties underneath your pyjamas, and he’s weak for you— he couldn’t resist such a temptation.

“What if they notice?” You lean in to whisper to him, but he simply shrugs in response, not really bothered by the remote possibility.

Heesung’s sitting beside him, and next to him, on the opposite side, there’s Jay. Some of them are comfortably sat in the puffy chair beside the couch, the others are sitting on the carpet, eating popcorn.

And you— you are getting fingered by Jake in the middle of an action scene where the protagonist nearly dies tragically.

“No one is going to notice,” he whispers back. Famous last words.

His fingers move, you freeze when they brush your clit, slow and tentative, but also like he knows exactly what he’s doing, how to touch you. He knows your body in a way that only he’s ever known it. He moves in tight, slow circles, then a bit more rapidly, then strokes your clit up and down, then again he moves in circles, until your face is all hot and you squeeze at his wrist, warning him you’re getting close.

You see, you hear him fucking chuckle.

The good thing is, nobody is paying attention to you and Jake, exactly like he predicted. Still, you’ve got to be quiet and not let any sound escape you, because that’s gonna draw all the attention towards you, and that’s the last thing to hope for. Jake bites down your shoulder, gently but possessively, as you fall apart thanks to him, to his fingers, to his touch. You squeeze your eyes shut, firmly grasping Jake’s wrist as you feel yourself getting wetter between your legs.

Jake’s fingers move in exploration, and the playful, cocky smirk on his face turns into him biting his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he inhales deeply through his nostrils. He’s imagining all the stuff he wants to do to you, all the stuff he’d do if the rest of his friends wasn’t here in the same room as you two. All the positions he’d have you bent in, the flavour of you onto his tongue, the sight of his release slowly dripping out of you. Suddenly, he’s very stiff in his own pyjamas, and there isn’t much either of you can do about it without being too obvious. Would he be a bad friend if he kicked everyone out just to fuck you now and there?

Probably. Does he care? Not much.

But before he can fully realise it, his fingers are moving on his own, prodding at your hole, getting lost feeling all that sweet dew coating your pussy. He wants to dive in and eat you out until your legs are shaking, until he fucking chokes on it. His digits enter you slowly, and your eyes widen in shock because what the fuck, you’d just recovered from your orgasm, what is he trying to do?

But Jake craves your pleasure, he physically yearns for your orgasms more than you do, more than he cares about his own. You feel him, pressed against you, hard and hot and wanting, and you know he needs you. Just as much as you need him, maybe even more.

His fingers pump in and out of you slowly, excruciatingly so, to the point you see stars each and every time the tips rub that sweet, spongy spot inside of you.

“You’re so wet,” he half-moans into your ear, thumbing at your clit. “Fuck, I need you. Need to have you, baby.”

His mouth finds your neck, he fingers you faster, faster, until his fingers are all coated with your wetness.

You don’t even try to speak, sure that your voice would betray you. You’re already struggling at holding back your moans. You just squeeze his wrist tighter, sinking your nails into his skin as he makes you come onto his fingers like the good girl you are.

He notices, of course, bites his lip so hard he nearly tastes blood on his tongue.

“Yeah, like that, baby. Come for me. Show me you’re really mine.”

“Need you. Jakey, I need you,” you blabber incoherently, looking at him with big, doe eyes, pleading him silently.

He blinks, takes a look around the room to see if any of the boys noticed anything. What can he do? Can he really get up and drag you to your shared bedroom and leave everyone else in the living room?

Yes, no doubt. He’ll do anything, he’ll kick everyone out if he has to.

“Bedroom?”

“Please, baby.”

When the two of you suddenly disappear, no one’s really surprised.

“Where did they go?”

“To fuck, wasn’t it obvious?”

And again, no one’s surprised at all.