#chanhee

You love spending the night at your best friend’s dorm, gossiping the night away is your favorite way to end your day. And as you plop down on his couch, Chanhee puts his legs over yours and he whispers, “You won’t believe what I heard~” You grin as you turn your head to listen intently to him. And he tells you about how Eric fumbled a confession earlier, making a big mess of himself. And you both giggle about it. You loved sharing secrets and gossiping with him. It’s one of the things you look forward to the most in life. And you tell him quietly about your work gossip which makes both of you snicker. There’s no one in the world you’d rather tell your secrets to than him. 

You move to his room and onto his plush bed with two pints of ice cream, and an assortment of movies to watch while you both gossip. You dive into your pint of ice cream as he tells you about how he finds one of your shared friends cute. And you gasp, “No way! I didn’t know you found him cute too!” He laughs and snuggles his head into yours, “He’s literally the only dateable guy in our friend group.” And you immediately tell him, “You’re so right.” You both laugh knowing that the rest of them were just as available, but too ‘yucky’ to date. 

You smirk as you tell him a dirty little secret, “I love making him get things off of taller shelves for me.” Chanhee smirks, “Even though it’s well in your range motion, huh~” You nod and he whispers, “He’s like a little puppy, if I ignore him, he’s vying for my attention until I give it.” And you giggle, “You like to watch them beg, huh?” He smirks, “You know I do~” You both giggle at your little antics, knowing you’re both one in the same. 

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It’s not often that Chanhee and you get drunk. You both liked liquor, but it usually put you both into wild moods that would be too much mixed with the rest of your friends. But when it was just you two, it was fine. Because if he was jumping on your bed, you were jumping with him. If you were getting lost and running along the beach, he was running right beside you getting lost too. The two of you giggling at each other’s slurred speech all the way home. Of course, when you both finally figure out which way is home. You two match each other’s energy so well. So, when you order an expensive bottle of champagne with Chanhee coming over. You know it’ll be a laughter filled night. 

But you both know a little bit better than to get too wild when it’s with your group of friends, knowing all of them will worry too much, and try to find you both if you get lost. Which always spoiled your drunken fun and sobered you both up. The exact opposite of what you both wanted. So, you both knew better than to do so around them. Instead, you’re both only one margarita in, and sipping on the next as you watch the rest of your friends get drunk at the club. Laughing at every single one of their antics together. 

You clink your margarita against his and drink a couple of sips before you lean your head on his shoulder and giggle as you start to get tipsy. He rests his head on top of yours and you sigh, feeling fully content leaning against him. 

You watch as Sunwoo ends up spilling a drink all over himself and you look up at Chanhee to see him looking down at you before you both laugh at him. Watching your friends get drunker and messier always makes you both giggle. They were more stable than the two of you when drunk, but it didn’t make watching them any less fun. You both hear Haknyeon belting it out with the karaoke machine, which throws you both into fits of giggles, your gaggle of friends were little nuts. 

That’s when you catch sight of a woman grinding against her friend and your jaw drops as you drink in the sight of how much she’s enjoying herself. Oh, how you wished you could feel that much pleasure right now. And yet, here you were sitting against your best friend. Nowhere near the action, but you knew nothing could properly satisfy you. Hell, you could hardly satisfy yourself, what difference would a stranger or two make. He talks quietly, and you can barely hear him over your thoughts. He waves his fingers in front of you, and you look up. And he says, “Ah, there you are. I was worried I lost you to the scene before us.” You laugh; he nearly did. He asks again, “Do you think anything will happen with them? Or do you think they’ll both embarrassedly forget it by tomorrow?” You watch on and catch the way her friend bites her lip, “Oh they’re so fucking when they get home. It’ll be a night to remember for sure.” He hums in agreement. 

And you whisper, “Wanna know a secret?” His eyes widen, and he leans in, “Always.” You sigh, “I think all my past partners were too vanilla.” He tilts his head and softly asks, “How so?” You lick the salt off the edge of your margarita glass, “It’s not because of the positions… Is no one outside of fiction- into tying someone up and using toys?” He laughs, “I’m sure there are many people into it.” You grumble, licking the last bit of salt off before you put your saltless glass down. Not noticing how intently focused Chanhee was on watching how your tongue licked along the edge, not missing a grain. You roll your eyes, “And don’t you dare say Christian Grey, he’s fictional too.” He laughs, “I wasn’t going to.” You roll your eyes and whine loudly to him, “I just really would like to be tied up but no one ever wants to have full control like that… Or if they do, they want me to tie them up! While that’s hot and all- It’s so unfair!” 

He kisses your temple, trying to calm your growing whines. And that pacifies you enough to whisper, “But don’t tell anyone okay?” He hums, half the club definitely heard that last bit, but he still tells you, “I never have before, and I never will.” You take a sip from his pink margarita before you snuggle into his chest. You were feeling the perfect amount of tipsy, free, comfortable, and relaxed. Like a burden finally fell off of your shoulders because you finally told him. You feel his hand that’s around your waist, keeping you from falling forward, trailing up, tickling your sides which makes you giggle a bit before he rests it against your waist again. 

You watch as he finishes the rest of his tasty pink drink, his adam's apple bobbing up and down does something to your brain. But you can’t quite put your finger on what it is. He catches the line of your stare and he asks, “Can I tell you a secret?” And you grin, always excited to hear what he has to tell you, “Of course.” He smiles softly at you, and he tells you, “Personally, I like using ribbon to tie someone up. It’s like wrapping a pretty little present up for display.” You part your lips at that; there’s no way he just revealed that he likes tying people up. And in ribbon no less. The person you’ve been looking for has been right beside you the whole time. You let out a soft, “Fuck, really?” He nods; the pretty smile he has on his face almost has you begging for him. But he’s your closest friend, your greatest confidant. Could you really throw that all away just to explore your favorite kink? You do your best to ignore the heat rushing to your core. 

And he whispers, making sure only you can hear him say, “I would love to be the one to do that to you.” You gasp, your cheeks flush from more than just the alcohol coursing through your veins, as he draws in closer, “I’d love to put your pretty little pussy on display just for my eyes to see, and my lips to taste.” You gulp from his words and how instantly you feel yourself throbbing. Your eyes go wide, maybe you wouldn’t be throwing away your friendship… Maybe, you’d be going a step further than either of you had ever imagined. You feel him kiss your ear, “Would you like that, doll? To be all tied up for me to use as I please?” You let out a small whimper, and he nips the shell of your ear, waiting for an answer. “Please, Chanhee…” His hand that isn’t holding your waist, tucks your hair behind your ear, “You sure you can handle me, darling?” You blush, “I’m sure.” He lifts your chin up and places a gentle kiss on your lips. 

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You’ve never viewed his room in this light before. You’ve been in his room at this time of night, of course. But watching him get on his knees to grab a box from under his dresser, that you’ve never seen before, almost has you whining. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins that was making you want to scream just from his actions alone. But you felt so sensitive already and he hasn’t even done anything yet. 

His fingers gently coast over your exposed skin, before he asks, “You sure you want to do this? I know we’re both a little tipsy, so…” You shake your head ‘yes’, you had sobered up a bit on the walk here. He tsks, “Verbal answer, or no ribbons, baby.” You pout, “That’s unfair.” And his eyebrow raises and you quickly answer, “I want this Chanhee. I trust you.” He smiles and leans down to kiss your lips. When he pulls back, you’re out of breath and you can’t help but want more. But you patiently wait as he strips you both out of your matching outfits. And you whine as you catch the sight of your desires. He smirks, knowing exactly why you’re whining now. But he doesn’t say anything as he sits down on his knees on the plush carpet before you.

And he groans as he finally soaks in the sight of you, “You mean you’ve been keeping this pretty pussy all to yourself, baby?” You blush and you watch as he gets a roll of pink ribbon out of his black satin box. He asks, his breath cascading over where you want him most, “Where do you want me to tie you first?” You think for a moment, before you decide, “My wrists.” He nods and cuts out the perfect length to wrap you all up for him. 

He takes his time wrapping your wrists together, making sure there is adequate space between both, before he makes his way down to your legs, wrapping each one in the silky pink ribbon, making additional knots to ease the tension of the main knots to prevent the wrappings from growing too tight. He inspects each closely before he pulls away to admire you. You looked all pretty wrapped up like a little present just for him. He can’t wait to dive in and unravel you. He places the fabric scissors on the nightstand in both of your lines of sight. He gestures to them, “In case it gets too tight… let me know, I’ll cut you right out, okay?” You nod and he kisses you gently, his lips melding with yours. 

He lets out a dreamy sight as he stands up and looks you over and lets out an appreciative hum, “Do you want to know a secret?” And your eyes instantly catch his, “Yes.” He whispers, “You look prettier than anyone I’ve ever wrapped up in ribbon.” You blush, “Really?” And he nods, “Wayyy prettier, baby.” You grin to yourself and his hands dance along your sides before his hand finds its way back into the satin little box. 

“Are you good with using a vibrator tonight?” You whine, “Fuck, yes, please, Chanhee.” He sighs, “Such dirty words from such a pretty mouth…” You smirk, “But you like that~” And he grins, agreeing, “You know I do.” He turns on the little pink vibrator, and teases it over your tummy, before he brings it lower and lower until he finally places it against your clit and you let out a loud moan and try to move back from the sensation, but the ribbon keeps you in place. Before you let out a dreamy sigh from the vibration as you realize you're finally getting what you want. 

He keeps the speed low at first, letting you get used to the sensation before he starts turning the speed up, circling your clit with it as you start whining louder and louder. He tsks, “Come on, baby, I know you can be louder than that can’t you?” And he turns it to the highest setting, causing you to finally let out a scream as it draws you faster and faster to your first orgasm. He can’t help the little giggle that slips from his lips at the way you scream for him. And he leans in to tell you, “For being so secretive, you certainly are a screamer, baby.” You wish to have a comeback, but he quickly follows up with something you never dreamed of him saying, “Just as I imagined you’d be.” His lips are on yours before you can say anything back. 

You can’t help the small ‘mmhmph’ you let out against his lips as his fingers plunge into your core. Not expecting it, as your eyes fly open taking in the sensation of all three. The vibrator thrumming against your sensitive clit, his lips against yours, and now his long fingers curling inside of you. When he pulls away, you become a mess of words, “Fu-oh my god- fuck.” He looks over you as you start to wiggle and twist, as much as the ribbons will allow. And he asks, “You gonna cum for me, baby?” You nod quickly, and he presses the vibrator harder against your clit causing your orgasm to finally explode in full force. Your thighs shake in your ribbon restraints; the feeling is so overwhelming you have to squeeze your eyes shut as the sensation courses through you. It was unreal the amount of pleasure he just gave you. You feel him turn off the vibrator and toss it somewhere on his sheets as you finally start to calm down. That’s when you hear his soft giggles and your eyes open to find him licking his soiled fingers and how wet his arm looks. 

Your eyes drift lower to see the huge mess you created, “Did I?” He nods with a wild grin playing over his features, “Oh my god- uh… I have uh another secret… that was uh the first time I’ve ever done that.” He moans at that, “Really?” You nod, a little embarrassed, before he says, “It was so hot… That’s probably one of my favorite secrets you’ve ever told me.” His lower half is covered in hundreds of little droplets, and his sheets are totally ruined, but neither of you care about that as he sits down on his knees in front of you again to lick your juices up. He murmurs against your lower lips, sending vibrations up your spine, “Thank you for letting me experience your first.”

He turns his head to lick the droplets off your thighs first. His tongue dances over your exposed skin, slowly drawing closer and closer to where you begin to ache for him again. He licks the last bit up before he kisses over your mound. “So pretty, and all for me… Isn’t that right, doll?” You whine, “All for you… Please, Chanhee, please...” He bites his lip, “Please, what?” You whine again, desperate to get what you want, “Please eat me out…” He licks his lips, “Don’t worry I will.” 

He licks a tentative stripe along your folds, before he lets out a low groan as he finally tastes your juices straight from the source, “Fuck, yeah. You taste so heavenly. Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Your already red cheeks would grow redder if they could at that. He takes his time tasting you, slowly licking over your folds and your clit, learning exactly how you like to be eaten out, before he’s driving you mad. Twirling his tongue over your hole, teasing it a few times before harshly sucking on your clit. He holds your ribbon wrapped legs down against the bed as he devours you. 

Your fingers ache to hold him against you and force him to eat you out forever. But with your wrists wrapped up, you just hope he gives you exactly what you want. And he does, wanting you to cum all over his tongue. He eats you out like that’s all he ever dreamed of doing, your thighs beg to clamp around his head as he gets you closer to the edge. Your thighs struggle against his hold and the ribbon keeping you in place, but you’re stuck, unable to do anything. He has full control over you, just as you wanted, but fuck, you also wanted to close your legs due to the overwhelming sensation. You cry out, “Chanhee…” He hums against you, causing vibrations to run up your spine. And you cry, “Fuck… I’m…” He hums again, realizing that simple action was causing your thighs to shake, “Yeah?” He sucks harshly on your clit, and you scream out, “I’m gonna cum.” He hums again and licks over your folds, teasing your hole with his tongue as he eagerly awaits. 

With one more suck on your clit, it causes you to cum all over his tongue and he lets out the loudest moan, “Fuck, baby…” He laps at your folds until you still, having finally come down from your high. He pulls back, placing gentle kisses over your stomach. He gets off his knees, moving his hands from your thighs so you can draw them back up. And asks, “Do you want out of any of the ribbons?” You think for a moment, trying to arrange your thoughts after that intense orgasm he just gave you before you shake your head, “No, I like it… It’s like a comforting hold while you ruin me.” He grins, happy with your answer, “Okay.” He kisses you and gives you a minute or so before his fingers trail over your skin and dip lower to trace over your folds, “Can you go again for me, one more time?” You nod eagerly, feeling yourself start to throb again at the thought. 

He asks, ready and willing to pull one out of the satin box, “Condom, or no?” You hum, “You didn’t fuck anyone since we got our screenings together last week, did you?” He tells you, “No.” And you grin, “Me neither. No condom, I want to feel you.” He groans, his hips canting up at the thought, “You’re killing me.” You lean your head up a bit, “Good.” And he kisses you deeply as he lines himself up with your entrance. His left-hand splays over your ribbon covered thigh, casually trailing over the ribbon as he slips his tip inside of you. You gasp against his lips, “Chani-” causing you to let out a soft groan as he continues to fill you up. 

He slowly works himself inside of you. And when he finally bottoms out, you both let out a sigh and he places gentle kisses over your neck, “You okay?” You sigh, heavenly, “More than.” He smiles as he tells you, “You’re doing so well for me, pretty.” He kisses your lips again. Your lips meld together as he slowly moves out before he pushes in again. He takes his time as you both get used to the new sensation. You sigh, throwing your head back against his pillows, “You stretch me out so well… Fuck.” He groans, “You’re so tight… It feels so good…” Your lips find each other again, lazily making out as he takes his time with you. 

He whispers against your lips as he pulls away, “How am I ever supposed to forget this?” You search his eyes for a moment before you whisper, “I know I never will.” He sighs, “If it must remain a secret, it’ll be my favorite one.” You pout as his thrusts start to grow faster, “I thought me squirting for the first time because of you was your favorite secret?” And he laughs, causing you to laugh too, “I think both will be my favorite since they belong to the same night.” You grin and can’t help but agree. 

He watches your body twitch beneath him and he asks, “I wonder if I can get you to do it again.” You look confused as you ask, “What, again?” He smirks, “Squirt all over me.” Your eyes widen and his hand that was resting on your thigh reaches for the vibrator he carelessly tossed away earlier. And your walls clench around him at the thought of him pressing that to your clit again, causing him to let out a soft moan. “You want me to put this against your pretty little clit, huh?” You nod eagerly, causing him to raise his brow, before you let out a soft, “Please.”

He nods and you watch as he turns it on again, before placing it against your clit, causing you both to moan from the vibrations. His throws his head back, “Fuck that feels good.” Before he looks back down at you. And sees your fingers wiggle a bit, and he catches sight of them and in between your ribbon held hands, he puts his free hand so you can easily hold it. And you let out a sigh of relief, “That’s what you wanted, baby?” You nod and he asks, “Why didn’t you ask before?” You shrug to the best of your ability, “I didn’t know what I wanted until you gave it to me.” He groans and you raise an eyebrow and he tells you, “You worded that too well.” His thrusts grow faster inside of you, finally starting to chase both of your building orgasms. 

He adjusts himself over you, keeping his hand within yours as he does, to hit a better angle and you gasp, “Oh my god-” And he smirks, “Yeah? That’s the spot, baby?” You nod quickly and he makes it his goal to repeatedly hit that spot as his lips trail over your collar, leaving little red marks all along it. He turns the speed on the vibrator up as he starts to circle your clit with it, and you let out a loud moan. “Ch-chanhee…” He hums before his lips trail over your neck and up to your lips, “You gonna cum for me again, pretty?” You nod, “Ye-yeah.” And he groans as your walls clench down around him for the second time. 

He feels you grip his hand tightly as your orgasm washes over you for the third time. Your ribbon-wrapped thighs twitch around his, as you squirt all over him, shaking and crying. You look beautiful as you fall apart beneath him. Your walls clench around him tightly causing him to let out a few loud moans. Every part of your body twitching from the intense orgasm he just gave as he moans, “Oh, fuck, yeah, that’s it…” He groans as he watches you cum beneath him, you looked too pretty for words. Prettier than any outfit that he’s ever styled for you. You successfully soaked him again, and oh, how he wanted to cause you to do that again and again for the rest of his life. His thighs along with yours were soaked, and it was a heavenly sight. He can’t help as his orgasm quickly follows as your walls continue to clench around his cock. His hips stutter against yours as he finally cums inside of you. 

He slowly pulls the vibrator away from your clit. Letting out a sigh of relief, because the vibration was driving him mad too before he fucks you both through your orgasms. And when your thighs finally stop shaking, he slows down, before he slowly pulls out. He watches his cum spill out from your sensitive hole and his eyes quickly dart from your mixed cum to your eyes before they dart back down. And he can’t help the way he instantly drops to his knees to lick it up. He groans at your shared taste as you let out a loud, “Ah! Ah!” from the oversensitive sting. You pout at him as he goes back to kissing your thighs, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” And you roll your eyes at him, “I don’t think you’re sorry.” He shrugs, “Could you blame me?” You hum before you agree, “No.” 

He licks along your thighs again as his hand holds yours, tasting you until his tongue grows tired and he gets off his knees. He stands over you, keeping his hand still in your grasp as he moves your hair to frame your face so he can kiss your forehead. “You did so good for me.” You lean your head up and he smiles as he kisses you. “Now, let me get you out of these pretty ribbons, okay?” You nod and instead of fuzzing with the knots that he so nicely tied. He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs his scissors before he removes his hand from yours. He puts his finger between each knot and your skin so he wouldn’t risk you getting cut. He snips both of your arms out with ease. Before he gets to the bow at the very end that he had fastened to make you look like a proper present for him. He cuts it off and places the pretty pink bow on his nightstand along with the scissors. So, he can hold your arms in his hands and kiss over the slight marks the ribbons left on your skin. He rubs them as you move your fingers, getting your full range of motion back as he gently cares for you. 

When your arms are fully back to their color, he does the same with your legs, removing them carefully from their confines. Kissing along each red mark and caressing them before finally letting them settle on the slightly damp bed. You look at the ceiling taking it all in, your best friend in the whole entire world, fucked every last sane thought out of you. And oh, how you wanted more. Not just more of this night, but more of him than you ever imagined possible. You wanted him to be yours.

He asks after a few minutes of quiet admiration, “Would you like a pint of ice cream, a bath, to gossip, or?” You grin, looking down at his fluffy hair and into his eyes, coming fully back to your senses, “How about all three?” A smile spreads over his lips, “I like that idea. I’ll be right back.” 

You hear him turn the tub on before he heads to the kitchen. After ten minutes, he returns to you. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, “You okay?” You smile, “More than.” And he grins as he picks you up from his bed, making a mental note to change the sheets before you both fall asleep on it. He gently sets you in the tub, letting the warm water gently relax you before he follows you in, facing you. He opens one of the pints of ice cream before he hands it over to you with a spoon before doing the same for himself. And the two of you eat for a few minutes before conversation starts flowing between the two of you like usual.