request: “Maybe you could do another one for Bang Chan? Something with friends to lovers and "I can treat you better, just let me”? You can change the phrase if you need to!“
a/n: i think i got carried away with this one bc of how much i enjoyed writing it lol. i hope this is close enough to what you wanted and that you enjoy it!
feedback is deeply appreciated!!
Oh my, you did it again
Thank you so much for fulfilling my request, dear! It came out beautifully
Kinktober Day 16 - face fucking x Bang Chan (m!reader)
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You looked up from your phone as you heard the front door open and close, and saw Chanwalk into the room, head in one of his hands while rubbing his eyes with the other.
“Hey baby boy,” You smiled, and opened your arms, expecting him to fall into them
“Daddy…” Chan said, his voice groggy and eyes tired “Fuck…just use me,”
You blinked, trying to process Chan’s words as the boy dropped his bag on the couch, sitting on his knees in front of you, eyes basically closed and head going to rest on your thigh.
“Baby…” You said, chuckling slightly, dropping your arms and going to cup his cheeks in your hands “What’d you just say?”
“Please…” Chan whispered, rubbing his nose into you “I’m so stressed I-…I need to feel like I’m not in control, and- and that nothing depends on me and-”
You shushed him quietly, putting on a soft smile.
“Do you remember your safe-word?”
Chan nodded.
Your smile dropped, and your face suddenly darkened.
“Sit against the wall. Now,” You practically growled
“Huh-?”
“Are you questioning me?”
Eyes widening, Chan jumped up, going against the nearest wall and sitting down, his back flat against it and his legs crossed. You followed, getting up and walking towards your boyfriend, unbuckling your belt as you went. As you stood in front of Chan, his face level with your crotch, you let your pants and boxers fall before slowly kicking them behind you.
Chan audibly gulped.
“Put your arms up,” You said, almost blankly now, but your voice was still stern
He immediately obeyed, putting his arms above his head, whimpering as you wrapped one of your own hands around his wrists, holding them there, before using your free hand to grab your own, almost fully hard cock now, directing into Chan’s slack jaw.
The boy moaned as soon as you went inside him, whining as you moved your once again free hand to the back of his head, grabbing a hold of the tufts of his hair, that weren’t particularly soft- you’d have to force Chan to take a shower afterwards. You held the boy in place as you pulled out, and then roughly thrusted back in. He moaned again, every part of his body except his mouth going slack, letting you hold him up.
“Such a good toy,” you smiled, continuing to thrust into the boy, guttural moans leaving his stuffed mouth, eyes completely glazed over and looking up to you
You continued fucking they boy’s mouth, hand pushing his head forward slightly in time with you, your grip on his wrists not faltering, and Chan’s moans only getting more consistent, making the occasional slurping noise and what almost sounded like sobs.
It was a couple minutes of you simply thrusting into his throat as he sat helplessly, whimpering and moaning, you occasionally groaning out praises or degradations.
“Fuck,” You groaned, head leaning back “You want daddy’s cum, little slut?”
Chan responded by bucking his hips upwards, shutting his eyes briefly before opening them again, and moaning the loudest you’d heard yet.
“Yeah, want my cum all the way down your useless little throat?”
You could tell Chan tried to nod, and you began going faster, before finally, with a couple low grunts, you came, making sure that Chan’s nose was touching your abdomen as you did.
“Good boy,” You muttered softly, pulling out, but Chan leaned forward trying to kiss your tip, a thick mixture of saliva and cum dribbling out of his mouth
He stayed silent for a while as you let go of his arms, and they immediately dropped beside him.
“…thank you,” He muttered, lids heavy
“Anything for my precious angel,” You said, smile reverting back to soft as you bent down to make your own face level with his, your hands going to hold his face, thumbs rubbing across his cheeks “Now, Do you want a shower or…?”
“More than anything,” He replied quickly
You looked down unsurely to Chan’s crotch, the tent in his pants looking almost painful, and so much pre-cum leaking out of it that it had leaked through the fabric.
“I’m so tired…” He muttered, noticing your gaze
“You sure you don’t want me to take care of you just a little bit more?”
The boy hesitated for a moment, eyes casting downwards
his hand softly pushed the hair strand behind her ear as she sat in front of him, enthusiastically babbling about her day. a blissful smile adorned his lips as he watcher her widened eyes and wide smile.
her eyes followed his hand movement as he caressed her hair, she looked back at his eyes and smiled brightly as he cupped the side of her neck, thumb running along her cheek. she leaned into his touch and a giggle left his lips.
“what?” she snickered, neck feeling ticklish as he rubbed the back of her neck, he chuckled.
“you’re so pretty,” he mumbled, and she snorted.
“you’re one to talk, gorgeous,” she scrunched her nose as she gushed about his other worldly looks. chan’s ears lit up in a bright red flame as soon as he heard her words. he mocked after her before taking a hold of her hand and tugging softly.
y/n chuckled in delight as she got up on her knees and got closer to chan. he grasped her waist as she sat straddling his thighs.
“stop saying that,” he muttered, lips pressed to suppress the shy smile trying to break free. y/n smile before grasping his face in her hands and softly rubbing her nose with his.
“never,” she muttered, eyes staring at his as she uttered, “you deserve to know, and i need to tell you.”
chan’s own hands grasped her face as he couldn’t help but smile at her words, neck and ears aflame. he hummed as he deeply stared in her eyes. a slow but obvious blush creeped up y/n’s neck, his intense gaze making her feel timid.
as he noticed, one of his eyebrows pulled up in mock and y/n rolled her eyes before pressing her lips to his cheek adoringly.
“shut up,” she muttered against his cheek, chan giggling.
“i didn’t say anything,” he smarted.
“i know you thought about saying it,” she countered as he pulled his head back to look up at her, and he nodded, a bashful smile on his lips.
“guilty,” he smiled.
she took a hold of his hands as she brought them in the middle, chan leaned back on the pillows, eyes never leaving her. this time focused on their hands as she intertwined their fingers together. her eyes followed his hands as he moved them side to smile, before she looked up at him and smiled.
“i love your hands,” she squeezed his hands in hers, and chan couldn’t help the soft look in his eyes as he looked at her.
“you say that about everything,” he muttered, slowly moving their hands side to side. y/n looked up from their hands to his face. her eyes running along his eyes, lips, nose, the soft curve of his cheeks.
“about everything about you, yes,” she smiled when he looked up at her and chan almost lost his breath at how sincere she looked. so he couldn’t stop himself from sitting up and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her snug against his chest.
she giggled as she cupped his neck, nose brushing against his in affection. his eyes sparkled as his dimples sat deep in his cheeks.
“you’re going to make my heart burst if you keep looking at me like that,” he muttered, and y/n scrunched her nose.
“now you know how i feel when you look at me like that,” she stuck her tongue out at him at the end.
chan snorted before slowly closing the space between them. his lips pressed to hers in a lazy soft kiss, their lips just resting against each other’s.
y/n pulled away for a second only to peck chan’s lips repeatedly with small kisses that had his lips pull up in a smile as he returned every one of them.
chan parted his lips and pushed them up against hers in a deeper kiss as his hands grasped her waist firmly, y/n’s hands cupped his cheeks as she welcomed his plush lips against hers.
they parted as they rested their foreheads against each other, eyes closed.
“you make me content,” chan breathed, and y/n’s eyes opened as she looked at him confused.
“content?” she asked, encircling one arm around his shoulders while her fingers ran along his hair. chan took a deep breath in as he relaxed in her arms, head resting against her chest.
“hmm,” he mumbled, “content. i feel peaceful with you, like i can let go of everything and relax,” he explained and y/n smiled softly as she rested her chin on his head.
“well, then you make me content as well,” she whispered.
You couldn’t stop staring at them. No matter how hard you tried to avert your attention, you were just too mesmerized by the way his lips moved as he sung softly to himself. You felt your cheeks heat at the embarrassment of being caught staring at him but you couldn’t find yourself caring.
His lips were just so damnperfect.
Without thinking, you leaned forward, capturing them in a kiss that pulled Chan’s attention from his laptop, quickly sliding the headphones off of his head.
“W-What was that for,” he sputtered as when you pulled back, blushing furiously at the sudden affection.
You didn’t say anything as you leaned back in. You pressed soft kisses so his cupids bow, giggling softly as he pulled you closer to him. You continued to trail your lips across his as he happily welcomed your little kisses. When you pulled back to look at him you you couldn’t help but to let out a sigh at how pretty he was, bare faced, cheeks a light shade of pink and those beautiful lips even more plush than before from your consistent attack on his lips.
You gently ran your thumb against the skin of his cheek, taking in every inch of his beauty.
“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against his nose.
Chan knew better than to argue with you, instead opting to pull you closer to him as he uttered those three words you never got tired of hearing against your lips. Let’s just say that the two of you didn’t do anything productive the rest of the night, favoring instead to stay in each others embrace as got lost in the feeling of one another’s lips.
➟warnings: Please don’t read if you’re not old enough! Language and sex
With the new song releasing and music video, to say your husband has been occupied at work would be an oversimplification. Lately, he was awake and out of the house before you woke and home after you went to sleep. You tried to be understanding; however, you began to worry that he wasn’t taking care of himself the way he should.
After stopping to grab lunch and his favorite smoothie, you headed to the studio. In typical Leader Bang Chan form, he didn’t check his phone so you opted to text ChangBin.
It was quickly confirmed that Chan was not taking his advice about self-care. ChangBin said he has been moody for the last week, if not longer. Not that you would know, you haven’t seen him in at least that long.
Opening the practice room door you saw they must have been practicing for the Thunderous video. You caught sight of Chan in the mirror. His chest was bandaged and jacket open, allowing a full view of his toned upper body. It was hard to tear your eyes away. You missed him.
When your presence was noticed he called for a break. Everyone was pleased and hurried from the room.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, irritation lacing his voice. You walked up and placed his lunch and smoothie next to him.
“Who are you talking to,” you asked, turning his face to meet his eyes. “Beause I know for a fact it isn’t me Christopher Bang.” You relaxed next to him and kicked off your heels, wiggling your toes. Unpacking his lunch you handed him a hamburger and fries. His eyes softened as your fingers brushed his, handing him the smoothie. “I bet you’re hungry. Here, eat.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing your leg. “It’s been a rough few weeks.” You giggled as he hurried and ate the food. “Thank you, this is good,” he said with a full mouth.
“When was the last time you actually slept,” you asked softly? It was easy to see the dark circles under his eyes. “I don’t see you at home, baby. You need to slow down a little and take care of yourself.” He agreed and sighed.
“We’ve been working a lot. I know,” he acknowledged. “I’m sorry, baby” He was finished with his lunch and he tapped his lap. “Come ‘ere. I’ve missed you.”
You smiled and took your place on his lap, legs straddling his waist. “I’ve missed this,” you said against his lips. You worked your fingers through his hair and smiled when he closed his eyes. “Can I ask you something,” you inquired? He hummed, letting you know he was listening. “How does anyone get any work done if you are thrusting those hips with your tiddies hanging out?” You ran your hands over his chest and stomach.
He tossed his head back and laughed. Clutching your waist he held you down and he rolled his hips into you. “Did you like what you saw,” he whispered in your ear. Taking the lead from him, you rocked your hips back against his.
“I don’t know, baby,” you purred, “I haven’t seen it in a while. I forgot what it was like.” Grabbing the back of your head he pulled you in for a rough kiss. You tugged his lip in your teeth, coaxing a sinful moan from his lips.
“I have half a mind to take you right here,” he growled, gripping your ass. “Do you want that?” You moaned and pressed against him harder, sucking on his neck.
“Come home with me, Chris,” you pleaded, “Please. You need to relax and I know how to help you.” He knew you meant business when you called him that. It was the name you used when he made love to you or when he was in serious trouble. He really hoped it wasn’t the latter of the two.
Suddenly, the door swung open leaving Jeonjin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin to hurry and cover each other’s eyes. Felix stood behind the trio, laughing.
“I told you I heard them making married sounds in here,” Minho announced. “You guys need to be quieter.” You hid your face in Chan’s chest, trying to not die from embarrassment.
“Good,” Han said, strolling into the room and taking the last of the smoothie that was long forgotten. “Maybe he’ll be in a better mood.” Han winked at you.
“He’s not wrong,” ChangBin said, “Go home. Go with her. Just get out of here.”
“Ok, come on,” Chan agreed, kissing you repeatedly, “Since I’m not wanted here. Let’s go home.”
You were barely through the bedroom door when he quickly removed your clothes. Knowing how hard he’s been working, you knew this was simply about stress relief. To say you cared would have been a huge lie. The only thing on your mind was being under your husband in the most carnal way.
He pushed you to the bed, and without warning, he was fully inside you. You gasped in surprise, causing him to search your face to make sure he didn’t hurt you. Pulling him down into a kiss, you begged him to move. His thrusts were long and forceful. Throwing your head back a string of explicit words, moans, and pleads fell from your lips.
Hearing him grunt and moan above you only pushed you closer to the edge. He could feel how close you were to climax. “Hold on, baby,” he grunted in your ear, “Hold on.” Unable to form a sentence, you only nodded. Hooking your leg with his arm, he was now deeper than before. “You feel so good around me,” he whimpered.
“Please,” you whined, “Please, don’t stop.” He grinned and nibbled at your nipples. Arching your back, you gave him better access to your breasts. “I can’t. Please,” you begged him, “I want you to cum in me.”
“Is that so, baby? You want me to cum in you,” he grunted and thrust harder? “You want my baby? Not until I hear you scream my name, baby girl,” he demanded. You bucked your hips into his. It was getting too hard to wait for him.
“Fuck, seriously,” you cried. Your eyes met his and he snapped his hips against yours. “Ah, Chris!” Sucking on your ear he moaned your name. “Chris, please! You feel so good inside me.” Abruptly he began rolling his hips instead of the rough thrusting.
“Cum for me, baby,” he moaned in your ear, “Be a good girl.” You clawed at his back as you clenched around him. His movements became sloppy as you felt him release inside of you. Collapsing on top of you, he kissed your forehead. “Are you ok,” he asked, searching your face? Smiling, you kissed his lips. “Good. Let me get you a towel.”
He quickly returned with a warm towel, and a bottle of water. After cleaning up, you crawled back onto the bed and into the arms of your husband. Sweeping your hair back, he kissed your head and sighed. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he said softly, “Even if I don’t know I need it.”
You smiled to yourself and drew light circles on his naked chest. The steady rise and fall of his chest was a tell-tell sign he was sleeping.
“I love you, Channie,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
☆[nostalgic] summer romance!au bang chan birthday present for my favorite stay! |other skz aus
you don’t like the sun, ergo you don’t really like summer
you’ve never been fond of the heat or the bugs or the overwhelming sense of emptiness that comes with watching the ice in your favorite drink melt too quickly for your liking
so when you are forced to pick up some sort of activity for the summer by your schools requirements you sign up for summer reading with the public library
the library is inside - it has air conditioning - it’s not outside and under the sun
“so explain to me why we are sitting outside, where there is not air conditioner, under the sun in a park when this is supposed to be everything but that?”
hyunjin, the other poor student who’d signed up for the same program, turns to you with a thin lipped smile
“because we’re supposed to recruit kids into the program and where are all the kids during the summertime?”
you sit down in the plastic chair set up in front of a small white table that features the public library’s branch name and a sheet for kids to sign up on
there’s a pile of recommended summer reading for children of all ages stacked up neatly and untouched
no kid in their right mind is going to sign up to read while they’re having fun chasing a ball around - this is literally so dumb.
you ruffle around in your bag to see if you brought extra sunscreen in defeat and hyunjin puts his hand out for it without a word
hours pass just like this
some parents try to usher their kids your way but give up in the end to hold their attention, offering you and hyunjin nothing but polite and sorry smiles
you try to scour out any place with shade to no avail
you have an entire month left of this hell
somewhere in the distance you can hear the sound of laughter and a loud whistle
“is that a summer camp?”
you ask hyunjin who has started, out of boredom, reading an old copy of the magic tree house (an offered book on the summer list)
“yeah - i think that’s the field for soccer camp.”
you put your sweaty forehead down onto the table and groan
“even eight hours of soccer sounds better than this.”
your first day is uneventful and still somehow extremely draining
when you get home you lay face down with the fan on blast and think about calling the library to quit
but guilt clouds over you: what about the kids who might want to sign up for the program, what about leaving poor hyunjin out there by himself, what about…….these stupid credits for school
in the end you decide you’ll stick with it - maybe you’ll pick up crocheting to help you pass the time
the second, third, and fourth day all pass the same way
one kid signs up for the program and it isn’t even a kid - it’s their parent who spends half an hour at the table telling you and hyunjin about how stressful raising children is
you two just stare up at them and melt under their ramblings and the unforgiving sun
on the first friday of the worst decision of your life - hyunjin almost quits and you have to bribe him with ice cream from the truck so he doesn’t leave you
he agrees, for the price of two strawberry cheesecake bars
when you head to the truck to retrieve the briberies you notice a long line of kids all dressed in soccer uniforms
they’re crowding around someone who is ordering at the window
his shoulders are wide and muscular underneath a tight sports top and he has an accent that makes itself more prevalent when he tells one of the kids to hold on a minute - laughing when they seemingly pout up at him
you’re curious to see what that person looks like - you assume he’s one of the counselors from that soccer camp
but you miss the opportunity as he gathers over ten different types of ice cream in his hands and is hoarded onto by the kids
when you get to the window the poor ice cream man tells you not to order the sonic ice-pop, he just sold out
“do you know any of the people working at that summer camp?”
you as hyunjin as you hand over his ice cream and he shakes some hair from face as he peels open the packaging
“i know changbin, he’s supposed to be working there this summer with some new guy - apparently he just moved here.”
you think that this ‘new guy’ is probably the one who was in front of you in the ice cream line
“do you know his n-”
you stop mid sentence to watch the strawberry ice cream melt over the wrapper and hyunjin’s fingers and right onto the pile of library books.
yeah. this is definitely the worst decision of my life.
hyunjin is apparently “sick” on monday. so you’re alone at the table when a lone soccer ball rolls right to your feet
you look up from the ‘how to crochet: for beginners’ video you’re watching on your phone to pick it up.
“sorry, i had no clue i would kick it this far!”
you look up and squint in the sun to see the person standing before you
but the accent gives their identity away immediately
smiling down at you are kind brown eyes and perfectly straight white teeth
the beads of sweat on his forehead look more like diamonds, and he smells good - which must be a feat if you’re running around under the scorching sun playing sports all day
“uh-”
you lose the ability to speak for a second before you realize his hands are out stretched for the ball
“r-right. here you go.”
he thanks you and tucks the ball under his arm, “is hyunjin not here today?”
“you know hyunjin?”
he gives a deep chuckle, “not really. changbin - the guy i work with does. he said he’d be here but i only, well i only see you.”
‘i only see you’. someone so hot should not be able to just say that so casually
“ah yeah he’s out “sick” - note the air quotes.”
this time the chuckle is a genuine laugh and he uses his free hand to hold his stomach
“now i know why he’s changbin’s friend. i’m bang chan by the way.”
he extends his hand out at first and then jumps back a bit, “sorry - my palms a little sweaty”, wiping it on his side and then offering it again
you take it and try not to think about how much larger it is in comparison to yours
you tell him your name and chan seemingly wants to stay, when a loud whistle from the field catches his attention
“i gotta go, but i’ll see you around yeah?”
he waves and jogs off, leaving you in a bit of a limbo
it wears off after a bit of time and you go back to doing absolutely nothing but flipping through the books again and trying to help some parents here and there get their kid to stand still long enough to sign up
when the day ends you realize you’re going to have to carry everything back to the library by yourself
you groan, even though it’s already evening, the sun isn’t letting up and you start to clear the table slowly
“need help?”
you turn around and chan is there, a duffel bag over his shoulder and a towel around his neck
“oh it’s fine, the library is around the block so-”
“i’ll carry the table.”
he doesn’t even put his things down, just easily tips the table over to fold it up and picks it up on it’s side
you don’t even have time to refuse the help again, so you just gather your sheet and books and follow him out of the park
“are you here every day?”
he asks and you sort of try to put your hand on the table, but chan manages to stay enough steps ahead of you
“j-just the weekdays. and it’s fine i can carry the-”
he laughs, but shakes his head
“two pairs of hands are better than one.”
you return everything to the library, usually you get a mini lecture about the lack of kids who’ve signed up, but this time even the librarian seems starstruck by chan’s looks and friendly charm
you are trying to think of a way to thank him without looking like a fool and stuttering over your words
when chan points to the left, “i gotta take the bus home.”
you blink and point in the opposite direction, “the bus is that way.”
chan’s ears go red and it turns out he’s the one stuttering as he explains that he only got here at the beginning of the summer so everything is new and confusing
without thinking you go, “if you want i can show you around some time.”
realizing only after you’ve said it how forward that is
only chan brightens, his already cheerful smile seems to glow stronger
“i’ll take you up on that offer!”
you say goodbye to one and other - and you try to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest but it resounds into your ears
so loud you can barely hear anything else as you make your own way home
i mean, he’s just being nice. he seems like the type to do that - just be nice to be polite. so let’s not think anything of it.
hyunjin is out sick again the next day, he texts that a summer flu can last up to a week! to which you reply to with several choice emojis, but once again chan is there at the end of the day
helping you carry everything back to the library
you finally learn that he is definitely working at the soccer camp and he moved from overseas for school
when you ask what he’s studying, he gives kind of a faltering smile and says he’s going in undecided
something seems sad in his tone - and you think it’s a little contradictory to move to another country for a university program you aren’t even majoring in
but you don’t push it and confess that you’re kind of iffy on your future too
chan seems to perk up slightly at your openness, he jokingly goes: “becoming an adult is harder than you think, right?”
you heave your shoulders in agreement but go, “it’s inevitable though. we all have to grow up some day.”
the librarian ignores you completely this time, fawning over chan for his kindness
when you say goodbye to each other this time - chan says he’ll help you tomorrow too
tomorrow comes and finally hyunjin is back, but even so chan still shows up when it’s time for you two to pack up and hyunjin immediately reads his gaze
becoming aware of something you are still clueless too
picking up the stack of books, hyunjin leaves you to help chan with the table
of course, chan carries it himself, and you just keep stride at his side and listen to a lighthearted story about one of the kids at his camp
this sort of becomes a routine for the next week or so
chan shows up after work to help you and hyunjin pack up, but hyunjin always insists on leaving first - giving you and chan the alone time of the five minute walk to the library
you suspect hyunjin is doing it on purpose, and you think he’s teasing - but chan always seems to give him a look that hyunjin reciprocates and you just can’t seem to read
one day, chan shows up an hour earlier - he says work let out right after afternoon practice and he thought he’d come by and help you and hyunjin out
you tell him he’s free to come fry in the sun with the two of you, to which chan asks
“sounds like you’re not a summer person?”
“the sun and i are on questionable terms.”
chan looks around and clicks his tongue, “and there’s no shade in this park. well maybe this will help?”
he pulls a light sports jacket out of his duffel bag, walking over to you and draping it over your head - the darkness of the fabric enveloping you before you can fully register what’s going on
“kinda like a sun cloak?”
chan says, squatting down a little to lift the collar hem and look at you
the distance between your faces goes from a lot to very little
up close like this - chan is somehow even more handsome, you can make out the strong lines of his jaw and the way his nose curves down almost perfectly.
he opens his mouth, but no words come out - you both get lost in a seconds long stare
which hyunjin breaks up with a loud clearing of his throat and a, “you two really just need to get a room.”
chan shots back upright and almost tips over from the speed, his neck goes red and he tries to say something back to hyunjin who just tilts his head knowingly in both of your directions
you can only do one thing - pull chan’s jacket over your face
when you finally emerge, hyunjin is gone and chan is sitting in his place and twiddling his thumbs
you tell yourself to think of a way to make this less awkward, but your mind is blank and you’re stuck between dying from the embarrassment and maybe want to find hyunjin and chase him up and down the entire park
“you know…” chan starts and looks at you - you push all your courage up and look back
“if you’d like to still show me around some time, i guess it could also be a …. date?”
when hyunjin comes back, he sees both you and chan are exchanging numbers. with a triumphant grin he sits between the two of you and throw his hands over your shoulders
“so - am i invited on the date too?”
the first place you take chan, when you two meet up on the weekend, is to your favorite fast food place
only to realize that he’s probably a healthy eater and you try to find something on the menu that is more green and low in carbs
but chan just tells you, he’s a person - and he has cheat days - so you two splurge and chan even gets a milkshake after
when he can’t finish it he offers it to you absentmindedly and you don’t even know what flavor it is until you take your first sip
strawberry, maybe we are soulmates
you take chan everywhere you can, you try to fill up the day with as much as possible
and as the evening dwindles down, chan comments that he never knew you had so much energy - you always look so down when you’re at the park
you mutter that it’s the fact that you’re in one place - you should have picked something that at least let you move around
“you can come coach soccer with me?”
you look at chan with an eye roll and he grins back
“i don’t have the endurance and i can’t handle more than one kid at a time.”
“ah yeah, then you’d have an issue with your co-worker.”
“who, you?”
“changbin. there’s already one kid too much on my plate.”
you giggle and chan bites back his lip, stopping on the sidewalk as you slow down too
“is there any place in town that you really love?”
it takes you a moment to understand his question
“what do you mean?”
“like a place that’s special on another level, i’ve never had one because i move around a lot but people say they have places in their home town that really mean something.”
you think and then nod, chan out stretches his hand
“take me there?”
it’s actually on the other side of the park and field you and chan have been spending your summer in
it’s the side that is more green, with actual shade, but less foot traffic because it’s still dirt in some places and nothing has really been built there for a while
past a couple of old benches, you show chan a bush that sits between two big trees and look at him with an apologetic sigh
“i used to hide here when i was a kid. i know it’s not really beautiful, not a sunset on the beach or top of the mountain thing. but when i was smaller i could just sit here and be alone. and the trees always kept the sun out.”
chan looks at the small matted center between the branches, neither you or him can fit in their anymore
you imagine your younger self there, picking petals off of wild flowers or writing in your old diary
you look at chan and he seems like he’s also thinking about something, maybe he’s seeing himself there too
“remember when i told you i don’t know what i want to major in?”
he starts without returning your gaze
“the reality is my family wants me to become an athlete. actually, not even my family - it feels like the whole world wants that.”
the deepness of his voice falters, like a guitar suddenly playing an out of tune note
you do what’s natural and step closer to him, your hand squeezes his palm
“don’t get me wrong, i think it’s what i’m meant for too. i mean - i’ve always been good at it and i like it but-”
this time he does look at you, and the summer moon is suddenly showing its face over his shoulder - illuminating him softly
“but i don’t think i’ll be happy if i do it.”
“just because every one else thinks so, doesn’t mean you’re meant to do it chan.”
the words fall from you before you can stop them. you know what he’s feeling and you want to let him in on the lesson you’ve been learning yourself.
“you are meant to be happy, and you’re meant to grow for yourself and not for others. you become an adult for yourself, you live life for yourself and not for any one else.”
he swallows and turns so his entire body is facing your own
“i want-” he can’t finish the sentence, you’re not sure if it’s because he’s just pausing himself or if he really doesn’t know what comes after
instead he leans in and pulls you up close. he doesn’t kiss you, he seems to waiver because he wants your consent, and so you give it to him with a small tilt of your head.
that night you lay in bed thinking about everything chan shared with you and what you said to him
it makes your heart ache, but when your eyes close you think of the softness and curve of his upper lip.
you think about the way he holds your waist with both his hands clasped around you.
“i always knew he was in to you by the way, that’s why i kept leaving you two in your little love bubble.”
hyunjin says the next day as you’re setting up the table in the park
“and how did you know oh wise one?”
“he looked at you and it was written all over his face.”
“how come i didn’t see it?”
hyunjin shrugs, “because it was written all over yours too.”
the days fall into each other again, but now they feel less and less sluggish because chan comes around more often
bringing his hoard of campers with him sometimes and even changbin who asks you right off the bat how you’d rank chan as a kisser
chan gasps and covers the ears of the kid closest to him but you shyly raise your hands up to show all ten fingers
changbin gives chan a slap on the back that resounds all throughout the park
your dates with chan all endless laughter and conversation and showing him what life is like in this town while also getting to know more and more about who he is
slowly it comes out that the muscle and sporty attitude is just the top layer to someone who is so deeply creative and passionate about music and the arts
you have so much new music to listen to because of him and he goes way harder than you expect when you, him, hyunjin and changbin go out to karaoke
of course chan’s never ending energy is able to be soft and tender, as it is when he kisses you - everywhere he can reach and how he reels in the strength to handle you with the utmost care
when the librarian sees him give you a kiss before you go in to get your things, she stops you and for the first time all summer gives you a thumbs up
of course, summer can’t last forever, and the early signs of fall show their face
the soccer camp ends and you go to the final game - held against another local camp to cheer chan on
he looks so natural on the field, and he looks even more natural with the kids
it’s no surprise that a career in sports would fit him - but finally the topic of school comes back up
and you sit cross legged on the empty soccer field, chan’s jacket around your shoulders and his soccer whistle you stole around your neck
and you go
“have you decided?”
he pauses and tries to give you the look that is supposed to get him out of these situations, it doesn’t work and you ask again
“i want-”
he stops again and then sits back you get up and stand over him, looking down into his handsome face
you take it in your hands and ask again
“chan, tell me the truth and only the truth. what do you want?”
his gaze doesn’t falter
“i want you.”
he pulls you down and ontop of him, supporting your fall with his own body as he kisses you
as much as you want to let him leave you breathless, you pull back and open your mouth to tell him to please be serious
but chan knows what you’re going to say before you do so he finally blurts it out
“i want to do music. i want to major in music.”
a smile blooms on your face - chan swears it nearly brings back the summer sun as you embrace him with a flurry of happy noises
he rolls you two over and grins down at you
“now that i told you, can we go back to kissing?”
in the future, years down the line, you look back on this moment with him and chan swears he wouldn’t be here - doing what he loves - if it weren’t for you
as you look around his music studio, you see all his hard work, you say that it was all chan
the stupid summer sun had a little to do with it back when you were younger, but you’re never going to admit that out loud
when chan gets up from his work, placing his headphones on the table and letting you lead him out to get dinner he jokingly goes,
+ pairing: bang chan x female reader + genre: fluff, friends to lovers, non-idol!au + warnings: mentions of food and energy drinks, let me know if i am missing something + word count: 0.9k + requested as part of my Drabble Event #2 + summary: A late-night rendezvous to the grocery store with Chan takes an unexpected turn after your blunt question and his honest confession. + lia’s note: Hello, I hope you’re doing well! I hope you enjoy reading this drabble, I absolutely had so much fun writing this one, it’s super cute.Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it; I am always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!
When Chan threw a rock at your bedroom window asking if you wanted to join him on a late-night rendezvous at the local grocery store, you didn’t think twice. After grabbing your jacket and climbing down the stairs, you found him parked in front of your driveway, the engine breaking the underwhelming silence of the night.
You quickly joined him inside his car and soon enough, he was driving the two of you through the quiet and empty streets of this town, stopping at every red light only to increase the volume of the radio slightly so the two of you could sing even louder than before. These small moments were what you loved the most whenever you were with him. They were simple and happened in a blink of an eye, but their impact left you with memories that never faded. If anything, time only made them stronger and more precious.
After he parked his car at the grocery store, the two of you started to make your way towards the entrance.
“So… what are we buying this time?” You asked Chan as you walked backwards so you could face him. “Is it gummy bears again? Or have you upgraded and we’re buying other stuff now?”
He chuckled and messed his hair before putting his hood on. You turned around and started to walk alongside him, the yellow light from the grocery store sign reflecting in the puddles near the entrance.
“We’re buying gummy bears again and some popcorn too. I plan on having a movie night soon so I have to be prepared.”
“Do you have any beverages at home? You might need those too for your movie night…”
He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing at the entrance door. You noticed the closing time and realised the two of you had more or less ten minutes to buy whatever Chan needed. This if they didn’t stop you from buying at all.
Inside the grocery store, an overplayed radio song blasted through the speakers louder than expected. The bright lights hurt your eyes slightly and you had to blink to get used to them.
Chan didn’t waste any time in the different aisles. After all, every time you came with him to the grocery store, he reminded you of a man on a mission. He went straight to the right aisles and only grabbed what he wanted. He never glanced at the same thing more than twice.
You, on the other hand, tended to get lost on the new products and whatever sale the grocery store had going on. This time, you got curious about the different colours of the energy drinks that were on sale. You didn’t need them, but buying one couldn’t hurt, right? Besides, they weren’t full price.
“Which flavour would you like?” You asked Chan, picking two different colours. You laughed at the bright blue one and extended it his way. “This one matches your hair. Maybe it tastes like you…?”
“I don’t think I taste like blueberry.” He took the bottle from your hand and started to read the label, keeping his head down. However, you noticed his cheeks slightly flushed and his best attempt at hiding them from you with his hood still on.
“What do you taste like, then?” You boldly asked, taking the bottle from his hand and gesturing to the rows of bottles next to you. “I’m taking this blue one to try, choose one and I’ll pay for it.”
He scanned the different labels as he patted his lip, reading them carefully before moving on to the next one. What you thought would be a quick decision on his part took longer than expected. At one point, he removed his hood and messed up his blue hair, biting his lower lip.
You gulped, unable to take your eyes from him as your heartbeat increased in your chest. Whether he was aware of it or not, Chan was quite wonderful to admire and there was always something new to discover in him. This time, you smiled at how his brows furrowed the more focused he was. Why was this so difficult for him?
“I’ll get going to the cashier otherwise they won’t let us pay. Don’t take too long to pick, alright?”
When Chan didn’t answer you, you sighed and turned around, making your way out of the aisle and towards the only cashier still working.
“What’s your favourite flavour?” At Chan’s question, you stopped in your tracks and turned around to look at him, confused. You moved closer to him again and scanned the different labels, trying to find the one with the flavour you tended to enjoy the most in other beverages.
“This one.” You grabbed the bottle from the shelf and showed it to Chan, smiling. “Why do you ask, though?”
After he put his hood back on, he shrugged and smirked, looking you in the eyes.
“Maybe I just want to taste like your favourite flavour, that’s all.” Your lips parted in surprise and Chan lowered his head, making his way out of the aisle. “Consider that one as my choice, by the way.”
This time, you were the one having a hard time dealing with his words. You tried your best to prevent his statement from getting to you, but you couldn’t help it. Your body was suddenly on fire and your heart couldn’t calm down, no matter how hard you tried.
You glanced at your hands, looking at the two bottles side by side, and smiled. Two distinct shades with different flavours, but you were sure they’d match well together, just like you and Chan.
❥ warnings: mention of food, slight mention of feeling like you’re too heavy
❥ word count: 4.4K
❥ A/N: hehe sorry for being inactive. i’m on vacation. but i thought id drop a lil teenie weenie fic for y’all it’s like… kinda simple but hopefully you’ll like it? as usual, please reblog and leave feedback. it means so much to me.
this little idea was inspired by this lovely ficby@cieluvity ITS SO GOOD. all the little reactions for each member were so so entertaining and i really really hope you check their fic and their blog out!!
it all started with a little game or truth or dare at one of felix’s famous house parties, with all of your friends were sitting around the coffee table on sofas and bean bags, a spinning bottle deciding your fates.
after a pretty intense round of making jisung do 100 pushups while the others balanced random heavy objects on his back, things had gotten quiet for a moment until the bottle spun and landed in your direction, a devilish smirk spreading across several of your friends’ faces. two of them—felix and lalani—whispered among each other, the freckled boy giggling as she silently egged him on to execute his apparently “brilliant idea”.
‘alright y/n. truth or dare?’ asked felix, hands locked together as he leaned forward in his seat, staring at you with mischievous intensity, his lips pursed in an attempt to keep his expression neutral.
feeling a little concerned, you eyed your friends suspiciously. ‘why are you looking at me like that?’
‘just answer the question,’ lalani insisted. ‘truth…? or dare?’
your head tilted a little, the furrow in your brow deepening. why did she say “truth” like that? what was she going to get you to admit? was she– no… she wouldn’t.
would she?
you knew your friends were menaces but they wouldn’t force you to confess your crush over a game. but then again… they weremenaces…
yep. she would.
you took a look at chris, who looked rather clueless, fingers drumming against the arm rest of the sofa as he glanced between you and felix. catching your eyes, he sent you a warm smile, making your heart race a little as you smiled back, and you wondered how he’d react if your friends were to suddenly tease you and expose your crush on him. just the mere thought made your stomach drop a little—nervous butterflies fluttering around. you two had been friends for ages and as much as you wanted him to know… you were too afraid to ruin a good thing going on. so, against your better judgement, you made a choice to protect yourself from embarrassment.
‘dare.’
wrong decision.
immediately your friends’ grins widened and a few of them huddled up, whispering something before snickering. pressing his lips together to appear serious, felix cleared his throat and turned to you.
‘alright y/n,’ he pursed his lips to stop himself from smiling too hard. ‘i dare you… to sit in chris’s lap for the rest of the night. until you have to go home.’
and there it was. the final blow to your fraying nerves, making them snap under the pressure, like power lines snapping and flailing about, sending sparks flying everywhere. your insides set alight, heat crept up your neck and settled in your cheeks.
oh… felix lee was a dead man.
‘wh– i am not doing that.’
‘if you don’t do that… you’ll have to do the forfeit.’
‘which is?’
‘text your crush,’ he shrugged.
‘that’s not fair!’
‘yes it is. i texted my crush,’ changbin chimed in innocently. he wasn’t in on the evil plan but he did have a knack for unknowingly playing devil’s advocate. shooting him a quick glare, you pouted.
‘that’s different.’
‘how so?’ asked felix as he sipped his coke, trying to hide a cheeky smile. you glared at the boy and he raised his eyebrows, challenging you. ‘well?’
well for starters, changbin’s crush wasn’t in the game and didn’t know what was happening. she wasn’t even that close to him. if you texted your crush (who was sitting literally on the sofa adjacent to yours) he would know immediately and that would be the end of your life (and your friendship with him) as you knew it! but of course… you could say that.
‘this is stupid,’ you crossed your arms. ‘you didn’t even ask chris for his consent. what if he’s uncomfortable?’
‘are you?’ felix turned to chris, catching the man off guard.
‘huh? o-oh um, n-no. but–’
‘he said no!’ the freckled menace cut in loudly, raising his glass.
‘wait hold on a second–’ chris attempted to salvage the situation, but you immediately cut in.
‘what if i’m uncomfortable?’ alright, maybe you weren’t that uncomfortable. maybe… it wasn’t such a bad dare. but you would die before telling any of your friends that. and regardless, it was still embarrassing and you were still a shy ball of nerves, and chris was still just a friend, nothing more. you didn’t want to put yourself through that.
‘it’s your dare~’ felix sang. ‘you gotta do it. or do the forfeit. them’s they rules.’
‘felix…’ you sighed with a whine and he stuck his tongue out, prompting you to throw a cushion at him, an annoyed frown on your face. instead of being upset though, he hugged the pillow and laughed.
‘alright, fine, y/n. if you’re too chicken, we can just move on…’ he drawled before taking another sip of his drink, and you glared at him.
biting your bottom lip, you stood up and walked towards the loveseat chris was sat on, the rest of your friends hollering and snickering in the background. your heart pounded against your ribcage as you approached him, eyeing his slightly flustered expression as he tried to keep a straight face, eyes struggling to hold your gaze.
‘are you sure this is okay?’ you asked as you stood in front of him, and he nodded softly.
‘i’m okay. but if you don’t want to… i can get them to stop.’
giggling a little, you shook your head. ‘it’s okay. i gave him a worse dare earlier. it’s only fair.’
you took a deep breath, and with an awkward smile, gingerly sat on the edge his thighs, a little closer towards his knees.
‘she did it!’ the little menace of the day cheered with a triumphant smile while the others clapped and whistled and shouted. ‘see, it wasn’t so hard,’ he teased, prompting you to flip him off.
felix lee was still a dead man. you were just waiting for the party to end.
while you sat there and plotted your revenge, two hands made their way to your waist, making you jump a little at the sudden sensation, eyes immediately snapping to glance behind you.
‘sorry, it’s just me,’ chris whispered, pulling his hands back.
‘no no, it’s okay. you just startled me,’ you smiled and adjusted your body a little, head turning to look at his face. ‘what happened? am i hurting you?’
‘no i was just going to ask if you were okay.’
you chuckled. ‘i should be asking you that. i’m not exactly light.’
he clicked his tongue. ‘not that heavy either. you sure you’re comfortable?’
you chewed on the inside of your lip. truthfully, you weren’t. with the way you were sitting, the beautiful man’s kneecaps were kind of digging into you, and you were sure it would leave a bruise if you sat like that for the rest of the night. besides, it was surely getting a little uncomfortable for him too.
so, swallowing your doubts and nerves, you asked: ‘can i move back a little?’
chris offered you a reassuring smile and nodded. he moved a little in his seat, finding a more comfortable position for himself and helped you sit properly on his thighs with your back flush against his chest. his arms moved to circle around your waist and he rested his chin against your shoulder. turning to look at him, he peered forward and flashed you a bright grin, calming your nerves as you rested your arms on top of his.
.
as the game went on, you found yourself feeling a little self conscious. the living room was full of laughter and chatter but all you could really think about was how tiring it must be for chris to have you in his lap. it had been almost 15 minutes, after all. and while he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist every now and then to reassure you that everything was okay, you were sure he was just being polite. it had to be exhausting. it just had to.
so, without any further deliberation, you broke away from his hold and stood up, his attention immediately diverting to you while the others barely noticed a thing. chris raised his eyebrows in concern, a little worried look on his face, and you shook your head with a soft smile, trying to ease his mind.
‘move a little to the right,’ you whispered and gestured with your hand, the man complying immediately, leaving some space between himself and the arm rest of the sofa.
without another word, you climbed back into his lap, this time sitting on the sofa, with your legs across his thighs instead. feeling a small wave of relief wash over you as you felt your weight shift to push down on the cushion of the sofa instead, you let out a content sigh, not noticing the curious way chris was eyeing you. well, not until you glanced in his direction and immediately felt nervous at how close he was, now having a clear view of his face (and how it was inches away from yours).
he raised an eyebrow, an amused look on his face, and you shrugged. ‘it’s just more comfortable this way.’ one of his arms went to circle around your waist, while the other rested on your legs, fingers tapping at your calf every now and then.
.
the game went on and suddenly, the bottle spun towards you two.
‘hmmm… they’re kinda both sitting in one place, i can’t tell who’s turn it is,’ jisung quipped, making the rest of the group laugh while you rolled your eyes, a playful smile ghosting on your lips. glancing a little to your left, you noticed chris trying to maintain a neutral expression, a small tint of pink brushed on his cheeks, probably from all the eyes boring into his skull. ‘who’s it going to be?’
‘y/n,’ felix called, his cheeky smile widening. ‘truth or dare?’
you glared. ‘truth.’
‘are you… enjoying sitting so close to mr. heartthrob over there? hm? hm?’ his eyebrows quirked up and down and you sighed internally.
‘felix i’m this close to killing you.’
‘hey, it’s an innocent question. do you like it or no?’
you kept an annoyed gaze fixed on the boy, his own eyes narrowing as he stared you down. a beat passed and his eyes narrowed, brows furrowed and raised, while heat slowly crept up your neck—you cleared your throat.
‘yes,’ you murmured, looking away.
‘i’m sorry, what?’
‘felix stop bothering her,’ chris finally spoke up in an attempt to get your friends to stop, but you immediately cut him off.
‘i said yes! now shut up and continue the game.’
felix’s threw his head back in a roaring laugh and raised his arms up in surrender before mouthing “you’re welcome”, sending a wink your way. you made a face at him and looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers.
dealing with an overly excited felix who’d gotten tired of you whining about your crush was pure torture. he’d warned you that he’d force you to confess, and force you he had. and now you kind of wished you never taunted him, nor challenged him to give you his best shot. because really, how were you going to look chris in the eyes after admitting to enjoying being perched up on his lap?
lost in your thoughts, you jumped slightly when heard a slight whisper by your ear, warm breath slightly fanning the side of your face.
‘just fyi… i like it very much too.’
‘huh?’ you blurted out, turning to look at his amused expression. he simpered, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear.
‘seriously,’ he nodded, snapping you out of your daze, and you giggled while biting your bottom lip, smacking his chest lightly.
‘shut up,’ you mumbled, curling into his body a little more, your head moving to rest on his shoulder. his chest vibrated a little with silent laughs as he pulled you closer, cheek slightly nuzzling against you.
.
you weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but when your eyes fluttered open, the entire living room was empty, only the soft whirring of the air conditioning, and someone’s soft breathing left to fill the silence. blinking your eyes a couple of times, you tried to sit up, and that’s when you realised:
you were still curled up against chris.
glancing at him with a surprised look, your heartbeat picked up a little as you noticed his head tipped against the back of the sofa, his hand resting limply against across your lower stomach. he looked so peaceful, all the lines on his face softened as soft breaths left his slightly parted lips. smiling, you moved a stray curl away from his forehead, making his eyes twitch as he stirred awake.
chris let out a small groan as his eyes fluttered open, focusing on your face under the dim light.
‘you’re awake,’ he breathed out, sniffing as his blurred vision finally cleared.
‘i’m sorry, i didn’t realise i fell asleep.’
‘it’s okay. we just watched a movie after the game. then everyone left. you didn’t miss much.’
that wasn’t why you felt sorry. ‘what time is it?’
‘hm? i don’t know…’ he murmured, reaching over to the side table to grab his phone. ‘3.35.’
‘a.m.?!’
‘no, p.m. of course a.m., y/n—what else would it be?’
‘ohmygod it’s that late?!’ you pushed up from his shoulder, finally registering how long it had been since you dozed off. though the man a few inches away from you didn’t seem bothered one bit—simply nodding with a drowsy smile.
‘it’s okay.’
‘okay for you. you live here.’
‘want me to drive you home?’
‘no… it’s okay. it’s pretty late. i’ll just go in the morning.’
chris hummed in acknowledgment. ‘wanna go back to sleep then?’
‘like this?’ you joked, giggling a little as you gestured at your position on his lap.
‘i don’t mind,’ he shrugged, and you laughed out loud, making his dimples pop out as he sleepily giggled along.
‘please, that would be too much. i’m sure your legs are tired. besides, don’t think i’ll be able to go back to sleep. i feel wide awake now.’
‘honestly? same. i can make hot chocolate and we can go sit outside?’
‘sounds like a plan.’
.
sitting on the balcony on a bamboo chair resting in the corner, you stared up at the starry sky overhead. it was a clear night, the moonlight lighting dousing your skin in silver light, the soft wind kissing your face, sending a small shiver down your spine.
you heard a tap on the glass door and stood to slide it open, meeting with a smiley chris and two mugs of steaming hot chocolate.
‘your drink, madame,’ he said in the fanciest voice he could manage, placing the mug on the glass table between the two outdoor chairs.
‘oh why thank you, kind sir,’ you played along, sitting down to take a sip. ‘ah… man, you really make the best hot chocolate.’
chris let out a high pitched laugh, like he always did when he got complimented. ‘it’s an instant packet.’
‘yeah, but whenever i make it, it never tastes this good.’
‘what can i say?’ he shrugged cockily, ‘i have a gift.’
‘you really do,’ you mirrored his grin, holding his gaze for a little too long than you should, admiring how pretty he looked under the moonlight. ‘mmm!’ you tried to snap out of your thoughts. ‘look at how clear the sky is!’
‘hm?’ his eyes suddenly widened, head stuttering a little as he turned to look at the sky. ‘oh yeah. you can see all the stars. oh look! the northern cross.’
you hummed in question and leaned forward to look. ‘oh yeah… wait, you can actually see the whole constellation!’
‘thewholeconstellation?’
‘yeah. it’s an asterism—part of cygnus, the swan. look! you can see the wings.’
chris furrowed his brows and then gasped as his eyes finally noticed the stars forming a skeletal shape of a bird mid-flight. ‘wow. that’s so cool!’
‘right? and that’s another constellation called lyra beside it!’
.
time went by with the two of you stargazing and chatting until a comfortable stretch of silence bloomed, both of you sighing in peace and sipping your drinks. chris tapped his feet to rather fast beat, before moving in his chair a little and clearing his throat, catching your attention.
‘by the way… i wanted to ask you something.’
‘oh yeah? shoot.’
‘would you,’ he cleared throat once more, readjusting in his seat. ‘would you like to go out tomorrow– i-i mean today. since it’s already past midnight.’
‘yeah sure. where?’
‘no i mean–’ his voice faltered, and he fiddled with his thumbs. ‘like… a date…?’
your heart dropped, and then its beating quickened. pressing your lips in a lip to hide your smile, you leaned forward, resting your chin on your palm. ‘a date? like… a datedate?’
he nodded, meekly meeting your eyes with a nervous, but hopeful glint, and you smiled.
‘mr christopher… are you implying that you… likeme?’
chris sputtered a little, mouth opening and closer before he took a calm exhale and bit the side of his bottom lip, a smirk ghosting on his features. ‘i’ve always liked you.’
‘always?’ you faked a gasp. ‘that’s a biggg claim. and probably a false one.’
he let out a hearty laugh, turning his head to the side, eyes briefly scanning the skyline before returning to yours. ‘i’m serious!’ he exclaimed between laughs.
‘even when i spilled juice all over you?’
he pressed his lips together and chuckled. ‘yeah.’
‘and when i accidentally elbowed you in the nose?’
he winced a little. ‘yeah that kinda hurt. but yes. even then.’
your smile faded just as quickly as it widened. ‘even when i told you about my crush on that guy i met?’ his smile dropped a little too, an earnest look in his as he peered into yours.
‘yeah,’ he nodded softly. ‘even then.’
you felt guilt bubble up in the pit of your stomach, and you chewed the inside of your lips anxiously. ‘i’m sorry,’ you whispered, looking away.
‘what for?’
‘it was… a stupid way to get a reaction out of you—but you didn’t really act like you cared. and i know that it’s not an excuse but i’m sorry if it uh– upset you,’ you rambled, immediately regretting jumping to conclusions as you quieted down. just because he liked you, didn’t mean he cared enough to be hurt about you possibly liking someone else. but you did feel bad about rubbing it in his face. nobody would have enjoyed that.
a short silence loomed over you two, and you glanced over to see him already looking at you, lips pressed together in an obvious attempt to hide an amused grin.
‘so… what you’re saying is that… you did all that to make me… jealous…?’
‘n-no! i mean– okay maybe a little,’ you pinched your thumb and index finger together, closing one eye. ‘i just– i thought that maybe i was being too transparent about my feelings a-and you never really reciprocated and i didn’t want you to think i was obsessed with you or anything so i just–’ your babbling got cut off by a loud roar of laughter.
‘oh yeah, totally not obsessive to purposely wanna make someone jealous but constantly calling some random guy perfect, amazing, super hot and your favourite person,’ he said the last two words in a mocking tone, a look of disgust on his face, and you smiled a little.
‘well it’s not like it affected you.’
‘who said that?’ he knit his brows, looking a little offended.
‘so it did affect you.’
‘huh?’ he blurted out suddenly, noticing the mischievous sparkle in your eyes. he sunk a little in his seat, his ears changing colour. ‘m-maybe a little bit… didn’t like you calling him your favourite person,’ he pouted, small lines of discontentment between his brows, and you nodded in understanding.
‘what if i told you that whenever i was saying all those things about him… i was actually talking about you?’
chris quirked his brow. ‘i’d say it’s a little unfair that you used some other guy’s name instead of mine.’
‘aww i’m sorryyy…’ you pouted and stood up, immediately moving over to sit on his thighs once more, surprising him. he let out a disbelieving laugh, and you flashed him a cheeky smile.
‘hot chocolate,’ he warned, quickly placing the mug on the table before moving his hands to hold your waist and thighs.
‘no but, i really am sorry. i just didn’t know how to… deal with my feelings. and you’re really good at hiding yours.’
‘am i?’ he raised his brows. ‘i always thought i was a little tooobvious.’
‘since when?’
‘since forever. how many people do i treat the same way i treat you?’
‘ummm… everyone?’
he raised his brows even higher, grip tightening around your body. ‘yeah? i stay up all night listening to everyone’s little stories about their day?’
you giggled. ‘yes. you don’t sleep.’
‘yeah but i’m usually doing something. not glued to my phone.’
‘how am i supposed to know? you’re always on your phone.’
chris clicked his tongue and shook his head. ‘not around you,’ he whispered with a gentle knock of his forehead against yours.
‘i– okay good point. but that’s just the polite thing to do.’
he shook his head again. ‘i leave my work just to talk to you because i need a break. you’re like… my energiser.’
you giggled. ‘okay i knew that. but i’m everyone’s energiser’ you leaned back and shrugged. ‘you’re not the only one to say that.’
‘who else is calling you their energiser?’ he asked, brows furrowed in playful suspicion, and you threw your head back in laughter, arms holding his shoulders for support.
‘why? you jealous?’ you teased.
‘um…yes? i think we’ve established that already.’
‘all of my friends say i bring them comfort,’ you simpered, knocking your foreheads, then simply resting your head against his.
‘hmm but that’s not the same,’ his hand squeezed around your waist. ‘for me… you’re like… a warm cup of hot chocolate,’ he said, and you little out a small noise of confusion. ‘i so much as think about you, and my whole body fills up with warmth—and i can’t help but smile. you remind me of every comforting thing in my life. you remind me of home.’
getting a little emotional, you pushed against his shoulders. ‘alright, stop. you’re gonna make me cry,’ you half joked.
chris looked at you with a fond smile. he wanted to say more—wanted to confess all his love. but it would be too much for one night. so, biting his tongue, he settled for simply bringing a hand up to your cheek, softly brushing his thumb across it.
‘you’re very pretty, you know that?’ he whispered, prompting you to look away shyly.
‘you know…’ you started, eyes trained on the swaying leaves of the houseplant at the opposite corner of the balcony. ‘you remind me of home too.’
plucking up the courage to look at him again, you held his lovestruck gaze, his pupils dilated, a shy smile spread across his lips.
‘yeah?’ he whispered, and you nodded.
time stopped for a moment and chris switched his gaze between your eyes and your lips. and soon enough, he was pulling you towards him, his lips brushing against yours, tentatively testing the waters. his fingers made their way to your jaw, stroking the soft skin with his thumb, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.
not able to wait any longer, you moved to press your lips against his. he leaned up, tilting your head a little as he deepened the kiss, hand grasping at your waist, pulling you just a tad bit closer. lips moving in synchrony, your hand travelled from his shoulder to settle at the nape of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, unable to get enough.
after… however long it was (not like you were paying attention) you broke away to take a breath, forehead pressing against his. he took a deep breath and hummed, a satisfied smile on his face. ‘you taste like hot chocolate too.’
your head fell on his shoulder, body shaking as loud laughs racked through your chest. ‘shut up,’ you managed to slip out, hitting his body lightly as you felt your cheeks and ears heat up. chris giggled along with you, arms closing to hold you close in a hug until both you caught your breaths.
for a moment the two of you just sat there, basking in the warmth of each other’s embrace—eyes closed, breaths even, heart steady.
a comfortable silence stretched and bloomed before either of you decided to say anything, and even then, it was the sound of an oncoming car zooming by down on the road that really cued one of you to speak.
‘so,’ chris spoke up, rubbing circles on your frame. ‘you never answered.’
‘what?’ you mumbled against the soft skin on his neck.
‘will you go out with me?’
‘don’t we always go out? why do you need an answer?’
‘you know what i meannn,’ he dragged on, fingers moving to tickle you slightly, making you jump with a small yelp.
‘okay, okay. yes!’ you said with a small giggle, head moving back to face his. ‘but i’m expecting something special.’
‘you got it,’ he smiled, pecking your lips, and you gasped loudly when he pulled away, shocking him a little.
‘should we go ice skating?’
‘y/n, you don’t even know how to ice skate.’
‘exactly. you can hold my hand and teach me,’ you beamed.
‘you just want an excuse to hold my hand, huh?’ chris mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips, while lacing your hand with his.
‘i mean… you’re not wrong…’ your fingers tightened around his. ‘but i also just want to skate,’ you said with a little grin, making him giggle.
‘second date? i kind of had this whole dinner thing planned out in my head.’
this time it was your turn to quirk up your eyebrows. ‘so sure there’ll be a second date? we haven’t even gone on the first one.’
‘you’re the one who always tells me to be optimistic, yeah?’
you nodded with a giggle. ‘second date it is. i’m going to hold you to it,’ you pointed at him sternly before tapping his nose.
‘aye aye captain.’ you smiled and pinched his cheek, moving to get off his lap. ‘wait, where are you goingggg,’ he whined, holding your waist, pulling you closer.
‘spent hours sitting on your legs already. they’re going to get tired. i’m not exactly feather-light.’
‘they won’t.’
‘and what if they do? i’m not taking you out with sore legs.’ you kissed the tip of his nose and stood up with a small chuckle. ‘come on, finish your drink.’
chris flashed you a childish frown as he picked up his mug to take a sip, head snapping to the side to show his discontentment.
‘aw come on… don’t sulk.’
his pout only got exaggerated, and he shook his head like an angry toddler, making you laugh. you reached over to pinch his cheek, his expression remaining the same.
‘you’re so cuteeee.’
‘you’re not,’ he turned to look at you, frown deepening, lips pressed into a thin line.
‘later. i promise. i’ll give you all the cuddles you want.’
‘really?’ his eyes suddenly lit up, all the displeasure leaving his body, a smile creeping its way to his lips. you giggled and nodded, thumb stroking his cheek a little.
‘okay!’ he grinned, doing a little playful dance, sipping his hot chocolate. you shook your head, bringing your own cup to your lips, eyes trained on the pretty man before you.
he was like a warm cup of hot chocolate to you too—sweet, warm, irresistible.
Chan found a less than appropriate video of you online and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold that camera. Not that it took long for him to find out…
>>Pairing:Christopher Bang (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!chan x camgirl!reader
>>Word Count: 6.1k
>>Genre:Oneshot / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks:Begging, corruption, creampie, crying, filmed pornography, fingering, hands, light dumblification, manhandling, mentions of choking, mentions of food, mentions of oral, praise, scratching, unprotected sex
Chan just knew it was you.
It was hard to just ignore the natural instinct that it was, but, even then, everything about that video was familiar. That was yourhair cascading down the woman’s shoulders and yourthighs spread open in front of the camera. He recognized the plaid skirt he was always beyond astonished by hunched up around your waist. It had lost its function and did practically nothing to cover the lace panties underneath.
His mouth watered at the sight between your thigh-high sock covered thighs. Your wetness left little to the imagination as to what was hidden beneath the lace, soaking through the fabric and making it practically transparent. Your pussy looked so puffy and ready to be used. Chan had no doubt you had played with yourself prior and he wished he could have been the one to see it. To tell you what to do.
Honestly, you were just down the hall and he could do that if he truly wanted to. Make you play with yourself again until you are squirming and begging to cum, maybe even some tears spilling down your cheeks in frustration. But, he also couldn’t do that. Not if he didn’t want to potentially ruin the friendship between both of you. You trusted him to live with you and he wouldn’t ruin that. Not without a particularly strong - almost painful - shove.
So, instead, Chan sat on his bed, hand wrapped around his engorged erection in a weak attempt to control his urges as if you weren’t waiting there for him doors away. He was originally just looking for normal Twitter porn, scrolling endlessly until he found someone that looked remotely like you and imagined himself as the man fucking you. It was easier said than done simply because he had imagined making you feel good for so long that he knew that person wasn’t you. You wouldn’t sound like that. Your breasts didn’t look like that. Nothing about them was you.
But,thiswas you. Your gorgeous breasts waiting to be bit and sucked on as he held them with his big hands, feeling the weight of them. Your thighs waiting to be pinned down as he thrust himself inside of you. And your hands that could run through his hair as pleasure filled you up (or his cum).
Chan snapped himself out of his intrusive thoughts, looking down to realize he was pumping himself so fast mid-trance that he had already came. His white seed covered his fist and his boxers that sat around his thighs. Chan groaned in frustration before his focus snapped back to the screen when he heard what he considered to be the most beautiful sound in the world. Your moan.
Apparently, he had been so long in his imagination that you had time to slip your panties to the side and slide two fingers into yourself. You were pumping them steadily as your other hand was busy working slow circles on your clit. Despite the lack of likelihood he’d use it, Chan made sure to remember that. Remember the pace you liked. Fast pumps but slow circles. Fast but slow. Rough but love-making.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum! Please let me cum!”, your back arched against the familiar black bed sheets on your bed. Chan found himself disregarding his own body and brought his hand back to his hardening - but still recovering - cock, stroking it up and down slowly. He wanted to cum with you, imagine filling you up instead of your small fingers. Imagine that you were begging him for permission rather than all of your followers watching that very same livestream. It was obvious your pleas were meant for the commenters based on the way you bucked your hips towards the camera in front of you. He could only imagine your eyes were trained on a computer behind it, reading all the comments flooding in.
Chan couldn’t stop himself before he was typing with his free hand. He typed ‘No, edge yourself for us. Then you can cum’. He didn’t actually expect his comment to be the one among many to stand out to you but apparently it did because your eyes lit up with something he had never seen. Something devilish within those typically angelic eyes. Maybe he stood out because he had donated so much money along with the request or maybe it was exactly the order you were looking for.
Slowly you stopped your movements, whining desperately as your orgasm washed away as if it was never there to begin with. Chan stopped his own movements too, wanting to experience it all with you. Your clit was throbbing on the screen, obviously irritated that you had worked it so much just to not release. He watched as your chest rose up and down, trying to soothe your harsh breaths after you edged yourself. You just looked so pretty. So perfect.
Finally, your fingers dipped back into yourself. It was three this time and you scissor yourself open, giving Chan a clear view of your cunt. All he could do was imagine it was him there in place of your fingers as he wrapped his fist around his cock again, the cum from his previous orgasm lubricating the action.
“Fuck, want to cum. Really want to cum”, you started moving your fingers faster and Chan realized he had never seen you like this. Desperate. Typically, he was the desperate one. Even if it was just asking you for help when it came to cooking or a specific task from work. You were beyond independent and found a way to do practically any task alone, but, with this, you wanted to be praised and watched. Want to know you’re doing well.
So, Chan answered. ‘Good girl, you can cum now. You’ve done so well’. As soon as it was sent in, your body started shaking. Your poor little body just couldn’t take the edging anymore and apparently his permission was all you needed because your fingers were soaked before Chan could even blink. His own orgasm joined yours, spilling over his hand and onto the bed sheets.
Even with his hips bucking wildly into his hands, he just couldn’t stop as he watched your fingers come back out of you. They were glistening in the light with your juices. Now all Chan wanted was to suck on them, tasting you in the most lustful way. He betted that you tasted more delicious than anything he had had before.
If only he could be in front of that camera too. He’d eat you out until you were crying and begging for him to let you cum. He’d let everyone know who you really belonged to as they watched you moan and plead beneath him.
Chan’s hand stopped moving as an idea popped in his head. He was now staring at a blank screen since you had ended the video and thoughts of joining you one day was all he could think. Well, until he realized just what camera you were using.
It was hiscamera. The one he recorded lives on or took with him for photography purposes. He had been wondering why it kept disappearing around the same time everyday. Originally, he had just thought you took it for photos of yourself (you had always had a knack for taking amazing photographs of yourself to post) for your social media. But, apparently, the reality was much more scandalous.
Chan knew that it was his camera. It was the same level of quality and the volume of your voice was the same as his own in his videos. He just guessed that you definitely deleted the footage before you returned it to him since he had never seen them before now.
“Chan! I have your camera and I was wondering if you’ve seen my laptop?”, you softly knocked on his door and Chan’s head jerked to look at it, panic seeping in when he returned his gaze to his lower half. He was covered in his own sin and your laptop was sitting on his bed with your own porn video up. You were definitely not coming in yet.
“Hold on!”, he called back as he scrambled to get up, wincing when the bed screeched against the floor. He knew you were anything but stupid but, at this time, he hoped you were a little too dense to realize just why he couldn’t answer the door right away. Chan’s fluffy hair swayed back and forth in front of his eyes. Typically, he loved his longer hair but it was a nuisance at the time. It just needed to get out of his fucking way.
He grabbed a clean rag off of his bathroom counter and quickly wiped away the remnants of his session, the cloth becoming sticky in his grip. Rinsing it all off proved to be more difficult than he thought when all he could think about was how you were waiting for him on the other side of that door just minutes after you had filmed a video of you touching yourself. That he had watched.
Chan pulled his boxers and gym shorts back up his legs and to his hips after he had wiped those off too, turning his waist around in different directions to inspect himself and make sure nothing was left over. Finally, he turned back to your laptop and cleared the history and tabs on it before shutting it down and closing it. As if nothing happened.
Chan had to laugh as he walked towards the door. You stole his camera to record your own masturbation session while he stole your laptop to watch said video. Apparently you two were more perverted than he had previously thought. Then again, it wasn’t exactly his fault that his computer had decided to stop working (probably due to similar searches that had brought him to you).
“What’s so funny?”, you tilted your head cutely when Chan had finally opened his door and if he hadn’t just witnessed what he did then he would’ve continued being fooled by your innocent aura. You were just so kind and Chan knew you had never been in a relationship before. He wasn’t sure if it was because you just weren’t interested, liked being independent, or you were too busy for one.
The thing is that it was none of those things. Chan didn’t know that at the time but the reason you turned down so many men was because they could never live up to the person you truly wanted.
The person that lived just down the hall from you.
“Oh nothing. Jisung just texted me a really funny joke”, Chan shrugged and looked you up and down before he could stop himself. It wasn’t new for you two to share clothes since you were so close but something about seeing you in basically only his shirt after what you just did set a fire within his stomach. A fire that just couldn’t be extinguished no matter the relationship you two seemed to have.
“What was it? He really does have the funniest jokes”, you grinned as you handed the camera back to him. The small device felt oddly heavy in his hands. He could feel the weight of what it now symbolized to him. The devil inside of your angel. The hidden side of you.
Chan looked back up at you and realized he didn’t actually have a joke on the spot to tell you. He simply turned around and put the camera on his bedsheets before he grabbed your laptop and handed it to you. You hugged it to your chest as you patiently waited for his answer, your body rocking side to side on your feet.
“You’ll have to ask him. It just isn’t as funny when I say them”, Chan chuckled with a shrug. He was looking for any escape but there was none. He’d have to get past you and that would seem rude.
“Ah, alright. Are you going to the studio tonight?”, you finally moved back and turned to go into the living room. Chan let out probably the longest sigh of relief ever and followed behind you, happy to have a little room to think things over. You were just so intoxicating that thinking wasn’t really his strong suit around you.
“Yeah, I need to work on the last song for the album”, he nodded, sitting on the opposite couch as you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He never sat that far from you. If anything, he was always smothering you with his head in your lap. He just loved the feeling of your hands going through his hair.
“Well, remember what I told you. Get back home early and get enough sleep. Oh, and I’ll pack you some food real quick”, there were many layers when it came to your personality. The layer that Chan saw the most. An almost motherly layer that took good care of him and any other people you cared for. Of course, there were other layers that were slowly showing. The teasing layer that made fun of him when he was stupid and called him out on his problems. The creative layer that helped him finish his songs and is able to figure out a solution to any issue that seems to come up. And, the most recent revelation, the devilish layer that didn’t care what others thought as long as you felt good. The layer that allowed for you to fulfill your wishes rather than focus on the wishes of others.
He liked that layer.
“Actually, want to come with me? I’m having a little trouble finishing this song”, Chan finally worked up the courage to ask after a small internal battle. He had a lot of those battles and it was slowly eating him alive. He wanted to be able to be with you without thinking about the possibility of going too far.
“Sure! I’ll bring my laptop so I can work too while I help”, you grabbed some of the leftovers from the fridge and stuffed it into a lunchbox for him along with an ice pack. It was no secret that Chan wasn’t very good at house chores. So, you took care of most of those and he would take care of most of the rent. It wasn’t that you didn’t work. You were probably one of the most hardworking people Chan had ever met. He just didn’t see it fair for you to do all of that work and still have to pay for half of the rent.
“Thank you”, Chan gently took the lunchbox and leaned forward before he could stop himself, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead like he always did. It was his way of showing thanks and love to you and your heart would always flutter painfully in your chest when he did it. It just felt so nice and comforting.
“You’re welcome. Ready to go?”, he put his finger up as a silent gesture to wait, walking back to his bedroom to grab that camera. He walked back out and you weren’t there. Your bedroom door was closed so he just assumed you were changing and he knew you would just assume that the camera would be for a live.
But that’s not exactly what he had in mind.
The only sound in the studio was the typing from both of the computers. Every now and then, Chan would let you listen to what he had so far through the headphones. You’d tap your foot to the beat or make a brief suggestion to better it before you went to sit down and work again.
You were still going through college courses as well as working as a product tester. It was actually a pretty interesting job and it did provide you with amazing problem-solving skills. There was always something that could be approved upon with products and, in a little more of a complex way, humans were just breathing products. Breathing issues.
But Chan’s issues weren’t really outside related. They were within him. In his rapidly beating heart, his memory, and his own personal butterflies massacring his stomach.
They were within his lovefor you.
“Song check, please”, he turned around in his chair, holding out the headphones to you. You looked up and nodded, getting up with no hesitation. If he wasn’t such a coward, Chan would just grab your hips and have you work on his lap.
But, he just watched as you put those headphones on and started the song again, listening through carefully. In reality, Chan took these moments to watch you. To watch as your eyes lit up when you found a particular part you liked or how your hips swayed along with the rhythm. He found himself remembering that people fell inlove. It wasn’t simply a feeling. It was a place.
Youwere his place. His home.
“I love it. Everything is perfect. Do you have ideas for the lyrics?”, you hovered the headphones over his head and carefully placed them above his ears again. His hair looked like it wanted to fight against the restraint of them and it was wildly adorable to you.
“I actually think I do. But, that’s a secret”, it wouldn’t be the first time one of his songs was about you. About those layers he loved. Whenever he looked at you, his mind ran wild with lyrics about just how much he adored you. About how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you.
“Professional as always, I see”, you joked, playfully ruffling his hair as if he was one of those dogs you petted at the park. Chan realized that maybe his favorite thing about you was that you didn’t try to burn out his flame of madness. You fed it. You blew on it and made it grow larger. You didn’t want him to be perfect or “normal”. You wanted him as he was. And he wanted you as you were.
You two fed each others’ flames. Maybe they even join together at times to make a more powerful fire.
The only issue with fire is that, while it can be beautiful, it can be dangerous. It could offer warmth and protection but it could also offer destruction and pain. Chan was just simply hovering his hand over that flame. Whether he stuck his hand in was up to him. Whether he wanted to get a chance at finding happiness or getting burned was up to him.
“It’s not for a professional reason”, Chan looked up at you as he placed his big hands on your waist, drawing circles on the skin underneath your shirt there. His hands were cold against your warm skin and you wanted to just melt into a puddle.
“What is the reason then?”, Chan couldn’t answer that. He was getting dangerously close to that fire, about to taste the pain of burning. His heart was going to be set aflame and there would be nothing he could do to stop it. No extinguisher for his emotional trauma.
So, instead, he moved one of his hands and grabbed your own, intertwining them. You watched as he moved your hands towards his chest, pressing your palm against his thin shirt over his heart. You could feel the once steady beat pound harder and faster against his skin. You could even feel your own heart beating faster to match his. Synchronizing with one another. Your heart sang out for his.
“I don’t understand”, Chan chuckled weakly and took a deep breath. Slowly, you realized just what that song you had listened to meant. While it had no lyrics and was really just the base for something much more beautiful, the beat was slow and heart wrenching and then fast-paced and fun. The two sides of the coin of love. It can be painful and beautiful. The only issue was that it was obvious Chan had been losing that coin toss for a while.
“Me too”, you whispered and Chan could almost hear the relief in your voice. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that was losing that coin toss. Maybe you were hovering your hand over that flame longer than he had been. He’d never know.
“Can I?”, wait, there is something you have to tell him before you give in to the little devil on your shoulder that was telling you to smash your lips against his. He was waiting there for you, looking up at you with more warmth than you had ever seen before. So much admiration.
“There’s something you should know. It’s not something I’m proud of but-”, Chan bursted out laughing and you just stood there, utterly confused. Did you look weird? Was there something on your face?
“That you’re a bit of a porn star? I know”, you had to stand there for a moment. You were honestly surprised that your mouth wasn’t hanging open in shock. How did he know? Did he fucking hear you? That’s so embarrassing-
“I actually accidentally found your latest video”, Chan rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the camera sitting there on his desk. You never could’ve expected Chan to be one to find time to watch those kinds of things. It had never even dawned on you that he could find you easily. Your videos weren’t much of a secret anymore even if your face was never in them.
“And you still like me? I felt like that was a turn off for men”, your best friend shook his head quickly, pulling you over to sit on his lap. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you straddled him, being careful not to move and reveal that devilish layer itching beneath your skin. A layer that was only one movement away from ripping through and devouring you whole.
Your videos were just a temporary solution to appease the most sinful parts of yourself. To stop yourself from doing things you may regret.
“If it was then you wouldn’t be making money, right? I actually find it really attractive. You look exquisite on video. Plus, it’s your body so do what you want with your body”, Chan’s veiny hands ran up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt up in the process. If he looked down then he could see how your panties stuck to your cunt. Or, even better, you weren’t wearing any at all.
“I’ve never actually filmed with a partner before. Although, you know that. I never brought anyone over”, you giggled softly, finding it strangely ironic that you made those types of videos with barely any experience at all. It was all just with you. You had never had a body pressed against your own and controlling you. Never had a Chan to help with your needs.
“Want to change that?”, Chan smirked, grabbing the camera and teasingly waving it in front of your face. You gulped, trying to swallow back down your desires. To try to think a logical thought. That the lighting wasn’t right or that your friendship was too valuable. But how could you think such things when the man you truly loved was sitting below you, ready to own you in the most primal way possible.
“Yeah, I want to change that”, you nodded surely, the devil finally ripping through your skin. Chan could see it happening. Your eyes got darker, hips grinding down against his. It was obvious all you cared about at that moment was pleasure. And if Chan’s way of getting it was through recording the moment you two meet then you were willing to do it.
“Lift it up then, babygirl”, you understood what he meant as he got the camera ready, his big hands fiddling with the buttons to turn it on. You lifted up your skirt, revealing the soft white cotton panties underneath. It was obvious you had gone for comfortable clothes after your previous video but Chan could care less. He didn’t want them on much longer anyways.
“Ready?”, you looked up to see the camera pointed down to between your legs and you nodded, leaning in to press your lips to Chan’s. His lips were so soft and plump, molding into yours perfectly. The kiss was like fire coursing through your veins and Chan didn’t help the feeling when he gripped the back of your hair possessively with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his body. Your chest was pressed against his and all he wanted to do was push his hands underneath your shirt, feeling how hard your nipples got just from the contact his cold hands gave. Except, that would have to wait for another time. He just really needed you.
“Alright, it’s on now”, Chan pecked your lips before he turned the camera on, looking at the screen to make sure everything was in focus. It was and now all he wanted was to rip your panties off and film you as you rode him. The only issue with that is that you were a virgin and he wasn’t going to hurt you. You needed to be ready.
“Push them aside for me, okay?”, he gently instructed and you nodded, lifting your hips up to push your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. He ran his free hand along your slit, collecting your wetness with his fingers. Once the camera was focused on your pussy, Chan pushed one finger in slowly, making sure you were ready for more. The stretch was more than your own finger and you had to move your knees a little further apart but it was nothing unbearable.
“More, princess?”, Chan tilted his head, listening intently to the sounds of your cunt sucking in his fingers. He could only hope the camera would pick up on such a beautiful sound.
“Yes, please”, you nodded quickly, placing your hands on Chan’s broad shoulders for leverage as he pushed two more fingers into you, curling them to reach that special spot inside of you. Then, he started moving the fingers back and forth quickly, ramming into that spot over and over again as sparks ran down your spine each time that spot got hit. Your fingers could only ever barely reach that spot, brushing up against it needily. Chan’s fingers seemed to be able to go past it because the tips of his fingers were having no problem finding that spot.
“Right there! Just keep doing it right there”, you whimpered, your nails digging into the soft skin of your best friend’s shoulders. Chan was sure he wouldn’t be able to go shirtless around anyone anytime soon but he could care less. He was finally meeting the devil he had fallen in love with just as much as the angel. It felt so good to finally experience both and to know that his feelings were returned.
Chan would’ve loved to watch you come undone all over his fingers but, right now, he just wanted to watch you bounce on his cock like he’s sure you’ve been dreaming of. Now that he thinks about it, you must’ve imagined him doing all those things to you that you did on camera. Just as he did during his masturbation sessions.
“Sorry, princess. I want you to cream on my cock instead”, he grinned and pulled his fingers out right before your release was about to snap. You whined loudly and gripped his wrist, trying to bring his fingers back to their rightful place. Chan just shushed you and pointed to his belt, a clear order for you to take it off since his hands were busy holding the camera. You nodded obediently and fumbled with his belt buckle, making him chuckle as he watched you struggle.
Eventually, you got it off (you had no clue why Chan had decided to go with the tightest it could go) and pulled his jeans and boxers down, revealing the absolutely mouth-watering sight of his hard cock. You knew he had big dick energy but damn. You should’ve seen it coming from when you would joke around about him having a small one and he’d just laugh. A short little chuckle to hide all that was hiding inside his jeans.
“Go at your own speed. I know it’s your first time and I don’t want to hurt you”, Chan’s free hand gently kneaded the skin of your hip, reassuring you that he would never be upset that you took your time. If anything, he wanted this to last forever. He had nowhere to be except inside of you.
You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you wrapped your hand around him. The fact that your hand couldn’t fit all the way around the base made your mouth water. You had always imagined what it would be like for him to be buried deep inside of you but now you’d finally get to experience it. He was going to be much better than any dildo you’ve used. You could already tell that.
“Can I kiss you while I do it?”, Chan almost cooed at how cute you looked. You were hovering above his cock and it was rubbing itself between your folds as you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt amazing to have your own slick coating his dick but Chan held his attention on how your eyes sparkled, shining with the hope that you’d be able to kiss him again. Maybe he wasn’t alone when he imagined what it would be like to have your lips pressed together. Maybe that kiss felt as good to you as it did to him.
“Of course, babygirl”, he nodded firmly, cupping your cheek before he softly pressed his lips back against your’s, offering a sense of safety as you finally began to sink down on him. The tip slightly burned as it pushed through your entrance, stretching it much further than any toy you had used prior. Still, it would’ve hurt much worse if you weren’t so wet for him. The juices lubed him up enough to get further inside of you and Chan almost came right then and there when he saw the bulge within your stomach on the camera screen. He’d have to get your gorgeous moans in one of his songs, the video on a disc for him to watch whenever he wanted, and a shirt of his for you to wear for your next one. There has to be a next one.
“Feel good?”, Chan cooed, watching as your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head once your butt finally landed on his thighs. He was all the way inside of you and watching Chan’s big hand press down on his bulge fondly made you whimper, desperately grinding your clit against his pelvic bone. You were already shaking and Chan moved his hand to your hip, gripping the skin underneath your skirt to help you move, controlling your speed in a way that would help him find what would make you let go of all of your sanity. That would make you think of just his cock and how good it was making you feel.
“Mhm! It feels really good. Keep going that speed, please”, hearing that sweet melody of naughty and nice was perfect. The innocence of your manners and begging mixed with the instructions that you knew made you feel good. Chan could do nothing but obey, keeping his pace steady as he thrusted up into you. Your nails were practically ruining his shoulders at this point but the sting only reminded him that he was making you feel thatgood.
Plus, he had to look up and watch once he heard the sniffling, steady tears falling down your cheeks from the feelings rushing through you. Chan could tell it wasn’t due to pain. You always tend to cry from overwhelming emotions. Apparently that involved pleasure as well.
“Want to cum, princess? Gonna cum all over my cock like I wanted?”, Chan’s eyelids fluttered as he rested his head back against the chair, feeling his cock throb inside of you with the undenying need to fill you up and watch his cum spill down your thighs. You nodded quickly, moving your hands down to press against his chest. Chan could just tell you were barely holding onto reality, your hands your only way to stay sane as your pussy clenches around him.
Finally, the knot inside of you snapped apart and you came, leaking all over Chan’s cock and spilling out to stick to his thighs. Feeling you tighten up around him was enough for his own release to come and he started to spill himself inside of you, coating your walls in warm white.
He watched with heavy breaths as sweat rolled down your thighs along with the mixture of cum, creating a beautifully nasty waterfall. Chan pecked your lips before he stopped filming, placing the camera on the desk once again. Both of his hands rubbed the skin of your sore thighs in slow circles, almost drawing on them as if he were lost in thought.
“You okay?”, he looked up at you, noticing how you had a small lopsided grin on your face. He was confused until you started giggling, your head falling forward to the point that your forehead rested against his shoulder. He couldn’t help but override his confusion with his own chuckling, lighthearted sounds that cut through the tension like a freshly sharpened knife.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Although, I never thought I’d be doing this today”, you smiled, sitting up to softly kiss Chan’s forehead, a silent thanks for his concern. He almost melted from the feeling of your soft lips and your arms wrapping around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest.
“Neither did I but I don’t regret it at all. Let’s get you laid down and you can rest. I’ll go get us some food if that’s okay?”, he spoke softly, his chest vibrating from his voice. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Chan’s hands cupped securely under your thighs to get up, walking you over to the couch you were previously sitting on. He cautiously laid you down and made sure you were comfortable before he draped his hoodie over you.
“That’s okay. Just come back quickly”, you nodded and Chan nodded back, pecking your lips before he was making his way out the door, closing it behind him. You were left alone to think about what just happened. If you regretted letting go like that. If you regretted letting him film you like that.
You didn’t. You felt safe more than anything.
Maybe it was the comforting smell of his hoodie around you or the way he checked up on you but something about Chan made you know he would never hurt you or break your trust. Your trust was his everything. He made that clear just through your friendship.
Your eyes shut before you could stop them, relaxing your sore muscles against the firm furniture. Chan would always come back to you and that realization helped you fall asleep.
You didn’t know how long you had been out but when you woke up from the sound of rustling, your vision cleared up to see a vase of flowers and a plan B box sitting beside you on the coffee table, making you chuckle under your breath.
“Takeout?”, you sat up and looked over at that same computer chair to see Chan sitting with a takeout box on his lap. His warm smile lit up the room and it seemed infectious, making energy spike through your body as you got up to get your food.
“Takeout”, you nodded, taking the box away from him before you started walking towards the couch again. Chan shook his head with a grin, watching how your cute hips swayed as you walked. Then, his gaze wandered upwards, a thoughtful hum filling the air once his eyes were on your neck.
“What are you thinking about?”, you asked, tilting your head as he hummed again once you had turned back around. You took a bite of your food as you waited for his answer, stuffing your cheeks with the delicious fast food.
“Nothing much. Just how pretty my hands would look around your throat”, and you spit out your food.
Synopsis: To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love. Or, a dance with the object of your disdain is more appealing than a conversation with the object of your displeasure. Regency AU/Pride and Prejudice AU inspired by @/mocimori’s art of Chan as Darcy.
Warning: one mention of gin
Word Count:2.5k
Pairing: Elizabeth Bennet!reader x Darcy!Bang Chan featuring Bingley!Felix and Jane Bennet!Yeji
The greatest mistake you have made in your life is believing that your mother had your best interests at heart. If she truly did, you would not be listening to Mr. Hwang regale you with tales of his esteemed patroness, the good, gracious Lady Suzy Bae. After your mother gifted your hand to him for the first two dances, you feigned exhaustion when you arrived at Netherfield Park. The ball barely began, but your dear sister fortunately explained your fatigue from too much sun during last afternoon’s long walk. And being the gentleman he is, Mr. Hwang offered to wait until you found yourself better rested, never mind that there were other ladies he could have danced with.
Now you solemnly nod at her ladyship’s latest act of charity. You have never wished ill upon another person, but you dare hope that a lady catches his gaze, and he finds himself enchanted by her. Then you shall be free for at least half an hour before he inevitably returns. The only benefit to this conversation is that you are in perfect view of the dance floor. Yeji and Mr. Lee look absolutely enamored with each other.
The music ends with a dreadful finality as the couples cheer, then part ways. Mr. Lee asks Yeji for a second dance, and beneath her composure, you sense her delight. Mr. Hwang notes this as well, and before he can do the same, you declare that you shall like some punch.
You slip into the eddying crowd around the refreshment room and out the other entrance where you find a moment of respite. Your neighboring friend, Ryujin Shin, nearly leaps up from her chair when she spots you.
“I have scarcely seen you all week. Where have you been all evening? Your sisters are dancing, and you are nowhere to be seen!”
You inform of your cousin’s generosity, and she sympathetically smiles. While the two of you walk around the hall, recounting the latest news about the soldiers staying in Meryton, you nearly forget about Mr. Hwang, awkward and solemn even among merry guests, until he appears at the opposite end of the room. You grab Ryujin’s arm and make to turn in the opposite direction before he notices you. But you are unfortunate and have to wait in mortification as Mr. Hwang takes stiff, measured steps towards you. Ryujin has the kindness to voice her condolences.
“I do believe I have run out of excuses,” you murmur to your friend. “Do you have any suitable ones?”
She quickly glances at the approaching Mr. Hwang while you keep your own eyes averted. “Surely he is not as disagreeable as you say.”
“He is to inherit the estate when my father passes, so you must understand my feelings. Aside from my future in the poorhouse, when I introduce you to him, you will understand. He is quite an odd man.”
She chides, “You must not speak like that! Mr. Lee seems to very much like Yeji, so the poorhouse may not house you and your sisters, after all. But very well, I shall try to see from your point of view.” She then leans in conspiratorially and says, “I hate to alarm you, but a certain gentleman from Derbyshire is coming our way.”
The sound of a set of approaching footsteps captures your attention, and you pretend to laugh at something Ryujin has said. The gentleman from Derbyshire, otherwise known as Mr. Bang to his contemporaries and to you as the most arrogant man you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, is a great source of resentment for not only you but your mother. Having insulted you and having the coldest manners, there is no lost sentiment between you and Mr. Bang.
Ryujin curtsies to Mr. Bang as he now stands imposingly at your side. Before you can do the same, to your complete shock, he asks you for your hand in the next dance, and in your state, you accept and thank him for the offer. In the happiest of moments, Mr. Bang departs and Mr. Hwang has finally made his way to you. You prepare to inform him that you are engaged for the next dance, but instead, he passes by you entirely! Your joy turns into horror when you realize that he is heading for Mr. Bang.
“Surely you are not going to introduce yourself to Mr. Bang,” you say.
“He is the nephew of Lady Suzy Bae, and I must inform him about how well his aunt has been faring. I did not think I would see a man of his standing at this assembly.”
“He will think of you impertinent! Mr. Hwang, I recognize that you have your duties to your patroness, but this is improper, and I assure you that he will take it unkindly. Please, I am certain that he will be willing to introduce himself to you once he learns of your devotion to his aunt.”
Your dissuasion is unsuccessful, and you watch with unprecedented embarrassment as Mr. Bang replies with civil contempt for your cousin’s follies. Mr. Hwang believes himself to be held in the highest regard now that Mr. Bang received him, and he struts away like a peacock. The music for the next dance begins, and he again asks your hand. When you inform him that you have been spoken for by someone else, his disappointment is clear. Ryujin, the compassionate woman she is, offers her hand instead. She does not need to be kind to that miserable man, but you suppose that she can learn of his oddities throughout the number.
During the beginning of the dance, Mr. Bang seems content to not speak, and you yourself are satisfied by the silence until it becomes too tiresome to bear. To not have conversation for a whole dance is a punishment in itself, but for your prideful partner, it is most likely a delight. You still vividly remember how cold he was during his first ball at Hertfordshire. In your own insolence and perhaps in defense of your cousin, you ask about the Lady Suzy you have been hearing about. He makes a noncommittal answer and becomes quiet again, though you are certain he is vexed by the question.
After another moment of nothingness, you ask, “Is there something occupying your thoughts, Mr. Bang? Most couples talk at least a little bit during a dance. It would be strange, otherwise. But if you are not confident in your words, I understand completely.”
You have offended him, but Mr. Bang’s good opinion matters less the more you are in his presence. He is either unskilled at conversing while dancing or rude, and you have firmly decided that he is simply rude.
“What occupies your thoughts?” he says.
“Usually my books or my sisters. Now it is your turn to share.”
“You enjoy reading then?”
“I am fond of a great deal of things, reading books being one of them and socializing another. I imagine you prefer reading more, considering your reluctance to be in the company of anyone but your own circle. You have deprived us all the honor of knowing such a fine gentleman.”
“As you stated in our last meeting, a fine gentleman ought to have happy manners and a good heart. Do you declare me one then?”
“Yes, even if you are lacking, but I will not fault you for that. It is difficult to be everything all at once.”
“I wonder where you get your audaciousness from.”
You archly reply, “My mother. It is a family trait. Do you take after your aunt?”
At the mention of Lady Suzy, his face loses what little cheer it had. “Do all Hwangs desire to know about my aunt?”
“We are disposed to be in awe of anyone of such gracious character. My cousin speaks so favorably of her, so it is only natural that I want to learn more.”
After a moment, he answers, “No, I do not believe I take after her.”
Having only heard of her ladyship, you cannot confirm or deny whether that is a fine thing or not. The dance continues in silence once more, and you have resolved to not speak to Mr. Bang anymore. His sullenness is beginning to affect you, and you refuse to let him ruin the rest of the night. As you pass Ryujin who is directing Mr. Hwang to the correct position, you exchange a look of sympathy with her. There are more miserable partners than yours, however strange that may sound.
“What would you give a sister for her birthday?” he suddenly asks. “You have four, and I seek advice for what to give my own.”
The thought of Mr. Bang having a sister flummoxes you, but even more astonishing is the warmth in his voice. You have never heard him speak to or of anyone in such a manner, not even Mr. Lee who seems to be his closest friend. He adores her very much, you realize.
“It depends on which sister.” You do not know if Mr. Bang knows all your sisters’ names, but that does not prevent you from listing them all. “For Yeji since she is the eldest and my favorite, the embroidered handkerchief I have been working on. Lia sings often, so new sheet music for her. Chaeryeong would want a book of poetry, and I saw Yuna admiring a bonnet in one of the shops in town, so a new bonnet for her. How old is your sister?”
“Ten years my junior. She will be sixteen.”
“Yuna is nearly sixteen, so perhaps your sister would like a new bonnet.”
“Thank you. I shall consider it.”
His haughty tone belies his gratitude, and your cheeks flush with indignation. However, you nod back, wondering why you initially answered so goodnaturedly. You could have misguided him completely or at least teased him for being unaware of his sister’s taste, but instead you were perfectly cordial. He is the one who misled you.
He does not attempt to strike up another short conversation, and you do not either. It is a waste to spend your words on him. You dare believe that he scoffed when Mr. Hwang knocked against his shoulder. While you normally would be the one to do the same since your cousin declares himself an uncannily excellent dancer when the opposite is true, you can hardly stand anymore of Mr. Bang’s pomposity.
With as much cheer as you can muster, you finish the dance in good spirits and try to not to seem too eager to leave Mr. Bang. You curtsy and thank him for the incomparable honor of being his partner, but before you can separate from his presence, he asks if you may accompany you for a refreshment. He is determined to provoke you.
“My friend requires me, sir,” you say with faux disappointment. “I beg your pardon.”
You hurry away to Ryujin who is entertaining Mr. Hwang’s demonstration of a one-person cotillion by clapping rhythmically. When she sees you, she says something to Mr. Hwang and walks over to you. As the two of you take a turn about the ballroom, you exchange recountings of your own partners.
“He is a suitable partner,” Ryujin remarks, “not nearly as disagreeable as you described. You ought to give him a chance. The poor gentleman is so nervous, all he can talk about is his patroness.”
It is indiscernible whether she is serious or not. “I would rather dance with Mr. Bang a second time. Long-winded speech is more insufferable than an awkward air.”
“Be careful unless you want him to overhear. He stares at you a great deal, you know. Far more than he should if he truly disliked you.”
“He finds me barely tolerable. He is watching me because he truly dislikes me. Come now, let us forget about our horrible partners and find someone else to dance with. I refuse to let them occupy my mind at such a merry ball.”
But they cannot escape your mind, for you still owe two dances to your cousin, and he will only stop pursuing you once you have fulfilled your mother’s promises. After the first one with Mr. Hwang, you declare that you need a refreshment, and this time, you truly do. The punch is strong, remedied with gin to keep its enjoyer lively for the duration of the ball.
“How are you faring?”
You swallow one last mouthful of punch and set your cup down. “Mr. Bang. Perfectly well, thank you. If you have come to me for more birthday gift ideas, then you will find me unsatisfactory. I am afraid that a lavishly trimmed bonnet is the best that I can suggest.”
“Do you not think that it is too frivolous, especially for a girl of her age?”
“Frivolous!” you cried. “Please tell that to my mother. What is less frivolous than protecting your face and neck from the sun? So long as she uses it, I see not how it would be. Yuna certainly wears every bonnet she owns.”
“And what of Miss Hwang? What is she like?”
His eyes land where Yeji and Mr. Lee are, smiling as they chat with each other. She danced with him twice, you remember. Twice! For a brief moment, you forget about your anger as you take in her joy.
“Yeji is the kindest, most wonderful person I know. She is generous and sweet, with hardly any malice in her. What is your design?”
“If I recall, you once said it was difficult to be everything at once.”
“Difficult, not impossible. Some are more blessed than others, and some more unfortunate. It is our family’s great fortune to have a dearest daughter and sister like her. I do not pretend to understand why she is so lucky, but I will not tolerate anyone who has such objections. Would you not feel the same about your own sister if someone had suggested something deplorable about her?”
“I would.”
“Then we are in agreement. A rare instance, so let us delight in this moment.”
You hope that it will be enough to deter him from talking to you further, but Mr. Bang is resolved to have the last word. “If we are truly in agreement, will you accept if I ask for the next dance?”
“You intend to prove me wrong, but I also have a game: I shall accept only if we have a proper conversation, and from our last acquaintance, that has shown to be your weakness. If you wish to withdraw, I shall harbor no ill feelings.”
“Then let us delight.”
You fully expect to tease him mercilessly, but it is quite a shock to you and the rest of the attendees when Mr. Bang begins to share his favorite books with you, unprompted. His taste and yours do not differ much, and you no longer know what to make of him.
Evidently, neither does the rest of Hertfordshire because the word the following day is that the two eldest Hwang sisters have caught the fancy of two of the county’s most eligible gentlemen when surely only one has.
