#poc!reader

for example. that one time he met you at a college party, and let’s be real, you approached him, because he’s just so sweet looking and approachable and you felt like you could just talk to him all night and you end up drawn in by the fact that he’s so soft-spoken and polite; he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

and he’s sooo interested in your life and what you have to say; “oh what classes are you in?” “which dorms do you stay in?” “you like it? yeah? that’s good.”

and then a few hours later he’s putting your ass through the mattress. like he’s going in. and from his general demeanor, you never would have expected him to have you like this, which honestly just amplifies the whole experience.

i’m talking he got your legs up over his shoulders, thumbing your clit with one hand and holding your face with the other while he fucks into you at a calculated rhythm. like he knows what the fuck he’s doing and he wants your pleasure just as bad as he wants his own. and looking up from under him, you swear you’ve fallen in love.

& lemme just say he’s not a fuckboy boy on purpose.., he’s really a gentleman. the fuckboy life just chose him.

he’ll kiss you like he loves you and call you all the pet names in the book. and he does you so good that when you don’t hear from him again because he forgot to give you his number — you’re not even mad. you can’t be. cs on some level, you don’t even know whether you did bag him for that one night, or if it was just a wet dream.

“fuck, i don’t even know why i came back here. i should have just made you bring my shit to my house.”

“you wanted to see me.”

“i wanted to make sure—“

“make sure you got everything, i know.” he finished your sentence for you. you hated how well he knew you. after breaking up with you he should have forgotten everything about you. he didn’t deserve the memory of your presence. “it’s so you never have to come back, right?”

“exactly, you can be smart sometimes.”

“i can, can’t i? well, come on in, sweetheart.” he turned his body to the side in the doorway, forcing you to squeeze past him, chest-to-chest.

“let’s not be starting with that now.”

“yes ma’am, my bad.” chan pretended to salute and you knew you wouldn’t get away from this house as swiftly as you thought. every little quirk he displayed, that rolled together into his goofy personality, brought a different memory to the front of your brain. and it made you nauseous.

“so. where’s my stuff at?” you scanned over the generously decorated walls of the house as you walked down the hall towards his home studio. please can my stuff be in the studio, you thought.

“your stuff’s in my room. you can go get it.”

uh. ok. you switched your direction to start walking up the stairs, not without giving him a disapproving look — you never used to have to do things for yourself when it was you and him. he was always opening doors for you, putting your feet up for you, making you dinner... while you were around halfway up, bang chan was still stood waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, one hand leant up against the bannister with a smug look on his face.

“so, now that we’re not together anymore, you’ve forgotten how to use manners?”

“i’m mean to everyone except my girl.”

you knew he was just playing, but you refused to let him know you still found him funny. “what you are is corny as fuck.”

when you reach his bedroom, it’s dark in there, save for the low lights on his headboard, and it almost looks like they’re casting a spotlight on the bag at the end of the bed. a dark coloured, monogram, louis vuitton travel bag that you can’t tell whether you left behind or he bought it new, just to give your stuff back in it. just to remind you of the life you’re leaving behind. bent in rather an uncomfortable position, you start rifling through the bag to check if everything was there. your toiletries, some pajamas and underwear, some clothes— you didn’t miss the sound of hushed footsteps ascending the stairs.

chan approached to the doorway, leaning his entire body against it and looking down at your figure bent over the bed “you been working out?”

“if you’re staring at my ass, i’m gonna be really annoyed.”

he stifled a laugh.

“and since you’re that kind of gentleman, you should be looking at no one’s butt except your girl’s. which i am not.”

“touché. you got everything?”

you zipped up the bag. “yeah, at this point, if i leave something here, it can’t have been that important to me.”

“mm.” chan pursed his lips, “that feels targeted.”

“nah, you’re just full of yourself.”

you picked the bag up off the bed, smoothed down your trackset and started to walk towards the doorway. the doorway that your ex was still very much stood in. unmoving, like he was the door itself.

“ is there a problem?” you blinked at him and signalling that he get out of your way.

“there’s actually one thing i forgot.”

“right. and that is..?”

“i want one last kiss. before you leave me in the dust.”

you threw your head back with an exasperated sigh. partially in disbelief, partially in annoyance. “your ass is crazy.”

with both hands, he reached to hold onto yours, after taking the bag out of your right hand and placing it on the floor. “i just need something to hold me over. i need closure.”

“boy… you got your closure already.”

“how?”

“mm. you know what you said, you got your closure.”

“just one kiss, baby. for the last time in our lives.”

you scrunched your eyes closed and let out a deep breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “on the lips right?”

“no, your pussy.”

one of his brows quirked up at you and you couldn’t believe what you had just heard. “you got me fucked up—“

“that was sarcasm. god. yes, your lips, cmere.” he gently grabbed your jaw, pulling you in for the kiss and he wasted no time pushing his tongue into your mouth and gliding it against yours, making you moan. his hands roamed slowly; cautiously, down your back to find home on your ass cheeks, as if you had never separated. he deepened the kiss, switching between making out with you and pushing sloppy pecks on your lips. you let him have you for about 20 blissful seconds before you put your hands on his shoulders, signalling that it was time for him to cut it out.

“wow, wasn’t that nice?” you lifted your middle finger to try and salvage what was left of your lip combo. “not exactly one kiss but i’ll let it slide since i only just stopped you.”

“one kiss was never just one kiss with us though was it?”

“riiight… let me grab my shit and go.”

“you’re still not feeling for me after that?”

you sigh for what feels like the 10th time tonight. because of course you are, you just don’t need him to be knowing that.

“i literally knew you would try and get me. i need to get home, i’ve had this makeup on all day, i feel icky.”

“i can take it off for you, just wait” he grabbed back onto your hand and intertwined your fingers. “i’m not ready to let you go yet.” chan was sporting something of a cocky expression. like he wasn’t serious at all. but you could tell, he was masking a sadness under there. you just couldn’t understand how that could be.

“clearly.”

he laughed at your bluntness. even though shit wasn’t funny to him right now.

“what if i told you i can’t let go of you? like physically i can’t.”

“you can deadlift 350lbs but don’t have the strength to let go of my hand?”

his head jolted back in a confused expression, “how do you know the—? anyway, not important, that doesn’t even compare to how hard it is to let go of you. not even close.”

“no?”

he brought one of your hands that he was holding up to his lips to place a barely-there kiss on it, before pulling you closer to him by your hand. “no. don’t go home yet.”

you felt so conflicted. the reason you had left in the first place was because you were standing your ground. what was the point in all that if you weren’t going to continue doing so?

“fuck, ok, fine. but i’m setting down some rules.”

chan tried not to look too excited. not that it worked at all. “i’m all ears baby.”

“i’m deadass when i say; you will never see me again after this. don’t try hitting me up.”

he nodded affirmatively. “i got you.”

“and don’t tell your friends. or mine, especially not mine.”

“it’s our secret” he held his pinky up to yours, swearing this incident to secrecy.

“i can’t believe myself.” you whispered under your breath, intertwining your pinky with his and immediately crashing your lips together. you were so lost.

chan picked you up and carried you that short distance to the bed, just so he could lean his body over yours when he set you down. he pressed featherlight kisses all over your face and the expanse of your neck, making your squirm under him. you whined at the disappearance of his warmth on your neck only to open your eyes and see that he had gotten down on his knees at the foot of the bed. he started to pull your leggings off slowly, leaving kisses all over your legs. when his lips moved over to your inner thighs, chan made it a point to keep his hands steadily holding your legs open when they started twitching closed around his head.

finally, he licked a long stripe over your pussy through your underpants. “these are cute.” he whispered keeping his mouth on you while his big brown eyes bore into yours.

you didn’t reply, only rolling your eyes in annoyance as he dragged the panties down and immediately sucked your clit into his mouth. one of your hands flew to grab his hair while the other gripped the comforter below you. since the both of you had that mutual crash out on each other, you hadn’t been uh.. loving on yourself — you found yourself busy doing other things — so the yearning in you seemed to overshadow the fact that you were letting your ex eat you out right now.

one of chan’s hands reaching up to cup your breast and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger forced you to break your vow of silence. you moaned loudly and the sound went straight to his ego.

“oh, i know, baby. feels good, doesn’t it?” you didn’t think his tone could get any more patronising. and as much as you didn’t want to admit, it was turning you on so much.

the closer you started to get, the sloppier his lips got against your cunt. leaving heavy kisses all over the expanse of it and ever so often dipping the tip of his tongue inside of you, nose bumping against your clit. your legs started to quiver slightly, “i’m gonna cum, channie.” and that’s when he stops.

“oh my god, why?”

“i want you to cum on my dick, baby.”

you furrowed your brows up at him, but you refused to give in. refused to be submissive to him. especially, not after how he did you. you sat up on your elbows just glaring at him and he couldn’t help but smile back down at you.

“that a problem?” he ran his thumb over the apple of your cheek.

“no. get on your back.” you got up.

“oh, you’re gonna push me around?

“don’t you at least owe me that?”

he smirked at you, taking the place where you were laid on the bed and pulling his sweatpants down, leaving himself in some boxer briefs of a lighter grey.

“you left the boxers on.. you think you’re getting the same treatment as me?”

“not necessarily. i just like it when you undress me.” the way he looked up at your naked body towering over him was almost pornographic. his lips were still glossy from eating you out and his pupils were blown wide with lust.

you pulled his boxers down to reveal that he was already fully hard. chan moaned at the contact of your soft palm against the tip of his dick, slick with glittering precum. you circled your palm around the tip, making him squirm a little before pushing his dick forwards to be flush against his lower abdomen.

“what are you doing, hm?”

his hands rubbed over your naked thighs as you moved to straddle your bare pussy over the shaft of his dick.

gently, you sat down on it and started grinding yourself on him, your clit catching on his tip with each shift of your hips.

chan couldn’t even stop his eyes from rolling back, “ugh, fuck.” as his hand moved to grab your ass for stability. his tip nudging against your clit again and again pushed him into a desperate state. whining and moaning under you.

“fuckfuckfuck— that feels r-really nice. mmh.”

the lewd sounds he was making under you only made your pussy leak more onto his dick and you started effortlessly sliding on him. and still, the louder your moans started to get as you neared your orgasm again, you sounded nowhere near as pathetic as him. you weren’t talking to him and it was driving him crazy. somehow you ignoring him was turning him on more.

“keep moving like that and i’m gonna fucking cum. wait baby, stop, i’m—“ he cut himself off with a low whine.

leaning forwards, you braced yourself against him placing your hands on his arms at either side, unintentionally pinning him down and making his eyes roll.

chan’s breath started to pick up, “no, fuck, i don’t wanna cum like this. wanted to cum in you— ohh, fuck i’m cumming. i’m— shit.”

thick ropes of cum spurted out all over his abs that already glistened with a sheen of sweat. as he came, chan’s hips start stuttering under yours triggering your orgasm with the combination of friction and his cries of pleasure. you let your body flop against his, heavily breathing on his heaving chest.

“fuck.. why weren’t you talking to me?” he dealt a light swat to your ass to get your attention.

“i was concentrating.”

“concentrating on torturing me?”

you opted not to answer that one. “well.” you sat back up on him, not missing the way he twitched at your movement. “i hope you’re satisfied.”

the two of you looked at eachother while you got off of his lap. his hair was moderately fucked up, his cheeks were pink and his face was glowing.

“seems as though you are.”

“you’re cruel.”

you started putting your panties back on, “well, don’t be doing shit to people and expect them not to do shit back. does that make sense?”

he just frowned at you, watching you get ready to go. “wait…”

“what now, chan?” honestly. you did nawt have it in you to go again.

“i can still take your makeup off. i have wipes.”

oh. you watched him disappear into his en suite to clean himself and continued putting your clothes back on. he came out with some sensitive wipes and sat next to you, silently wiping your face, starting with your eye makeup.

“you know these wipes are actually pretty bad for your skin.”

a ghost of a smile settled on his features. “pfft, so why are you letting me do this?” by force of habit, your hand went to hold his arm where he was holding your face still and wiping with the other hand.

“i think it’s only bad if you do it often…”

“i see. who’s your source?”

“tiktok.”

“right.”

chan started wiping around your mouth which shut you up with an offended hum at which he laughed quietly. then he spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “done.”

you looked up at him, letting him press a gentle peck to your lips. you both knew between you that this was really the last one and it made your heart ache.

wordlessly he walked with you, all the way to the front door. before you walked out, you stopped yourself.

“hey. if you text me i might reply.”

“oh, how lucky i’d be.” he smiled softly at you.

“but before u think about doing that, maybe take some time. figure your shit out.”

chan scoffed out a laugh. “yeah ok. i’ll see u later.”