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.
>>Pairing:Yang Jeongin (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!jeongin x secret gf!reader
>>Word Count:1.5k
>>Genre: Drabble / Requested / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks: Begging, breast play, biting, cockwarming, cum eating, cum play, exhibitionism, hair pulling, marking, overstimulation, praise, pool sex, saliva, scratching, and unprotected sex
The heat of the sun shun down on your bare skin, warming it up as your lower half was emerged in the blissfully cold water.
All you could do was lean against the concrete of the side of the pool as you watched the sun set across the city. It was oddly serene despite the buzz of traffic that could be heard below the hotel and the slightest worry that someone would come up on that roof and see you.
Promising Jeongin that you’d meet him here after his concert would’ve been a massive mistake if anyone found you, but, to be fair, no one ever did.
Maybe his company made sure of that or the hotel simply didn’t have a lot of swimming fans. You’d never know for sure.
The sky turned a brilliant mixture of orange and red as the moon started to rise and the sun began to seep past the horizon.
You were well aware of the pruning of your fingers but the sight in front of you was too beautiful to force yourself out of the water.
Plus, the man you were waiting for has finally entered. Turning around, Jeongin smiles at you as he walks towards you, quietly closing the door behind him as he enters the rooftop area.
“Can I join, pretty girl?”, the pet name brings a bright smile to your face and you nod, allowing him to take your hand once he got undressed to ease him into the chilling water. With the sun disappearing and night taking over, the water became a bit colder and the temperature caused your body to jolt with a shiver.
“One of these days we might get caught”, Jeongin nuzzled his nose against your skin, watching as the goosebumps spread in his wake. Finding out the man you loved had a bitof an exhibitionism kink was a little surprise when you first started dating but, as the months went by, you realized you had one too. The excitement that comes with being caught riled you both up beyond belief.
Thus, adrenaline pumped through your veins from his words, turning around in his hold to meet the lustful abyss of your lover’s eyes. A sinister smile spread across your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his.
The sharp gasp that spilled out of his lips was anything but a surprise. You knew his body well and that was the same act you always did to get him riled up even further - to watch the fire ignite in his eyes. Well, that fire was slightly blossomed over with the full moon shimmering there instead but the point was just the same.
Jeongin squeezed your thighs and you wrapped them around his waist, feeling his erection press against your pelvis bone as he walked towards the edge of the pool. The light against the wall of the pool illuminated the sight hidden beneath the water, bringing bright attention to the way your bodies molded so perfectly together.
You watched as your boyfriend basked in that light and looked down, taking his cock in his hand to pump it a few times. It was dangerously close to your stomach and if you were in any other setting then you would’ve leaned down to suck it, but tonight was more of a quickie. All you two wanted was to be one again.
“You want it, baby? Do you want my big cock inside of you?”, he mumbled as he guided the tip along your clit, rubbing against the nerve gently and teasingly. He was always such a narcissistic tease and he wouldn’t give you what you wanted unless you were begging for it.
“Yes! Please, Jeongin. I need it”, and you truly did. Despite the lack of foreplay, you could feel your pussy clench around nothing at the meer thought of the man’s cock spreading it open, it’s thickness rubbing against your walls in the most delightful way.
Your boyfriend simply ignored you, deeming the begging not desperate enough as he squished your breasts together with his hands. His lips latched onto the skin of your neck and you were sure you’d have to wear a scarf tomorrow to cover the obvious display of possessiveness soon to be there.
You arched your back to press your breasts against his chest, rubbing your hard nipples against the skin in a desperate attempt to get more friction. Jeongin just gripped your hair to pull your head back, baring your neck to him in forced submission so he could mark more of the skin in his beautiful purple bruises.
“Please!Please”, your nails dragged across his back, grinding against his cock until the tip was rubbing against your clit. You moaned sweetly in his ear and that was all he needed to snap out of his trance.
“I didn’t tell you you could move, but you sound so fucking good that I can punish you later for it”, you almost let out a sigh of relief from his words as Jeongin backed you up further into the wall behind you, supporting your back as he trailed his cock to your entrance.
You both moaned into each others’ necks as his cock stretched you out, penetrating you with ease. Jeongin couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of your pussy lips wrapping around his dick, opening up to take him. He knew that was only for him and that fact made him push to bottom out in you.
“That’s so much better”, you giggle as you move your head from his neck, looking down at him as he held you up. You were finally full like you wanted and the moon shun down on Jeongin like his own personal spotlight.
How fitting.
“I missed your little cunt so much”, his hand trailed down to your stomach, pressing down so he could see the roundness of his cock inside of you. You were so warm and so was he, a nice contrast to the freezing water around you both. Your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close as he started to snap his hips up into your’s, rubbing against your walls as you clenched around him.
“I missed you too”, the words spilled past your lips softly as you held back the moan threatening to cut them off. Your nails dig into his back, leaving scratches along the skin as your own mark of possession. Jeongin groaned from the pain and pleasure, biting into your shoulder softly when he heard someone pass by the door to the roof.
“Fuck,Jeongin. I thought no one was supposed to be up here”, adrenaline coursed through your veins at the thought of being caught. Your boyfriend pulled his head away after lapping at the bite mark like an eager puppy, coating your shoulder in saliva.
“Don’t worry, it’s still blocked off”, your worries left you as Jeongin started to thrust into that perfectspot along your walls, making you cry out louder than you should’ve. Your lips met in an attempt to keep quiet, trying to keep your sounds to yourselves rather than let them get to the people on the streets below.
“Right there!”, you cry out as the knot starts to form in your stomach, clenching so impossibly tight around the man until he can’t even get his tip out if he wanted to. This time, you looked down.
Your pussy was swollen as Jeongin continued to ram into it, joining in on watching how his big cock disappears into your hole. The cold water eases the soreness as he hoists one of your legs up onto the side of the pool, holding you tightly to keep you steady.
The new angle let him get impossibly deep inside of you that you could’ve swore you felt him in your stomach. Finally, you came with a shout of his name, coating his cock with your fluids.
“I’m cumming too! Where do you want it, baby?”, you could barely focus on his words as your eyes watered from the overstimulation.
“In my mouth! I want a taste, please”, sobs racked through your body as the pain started to overtake the pleasure, relief finding you once Jeongin pulls out. He grabs your thighs and lifts you up onto the side of the pool before he jumps out too, pumping his cock quickly and tightly above you.
You obediently open your mouth, awaiting for the taste of his cum to hit your tongue. Knowing Jeongin’s messy habits, you kept your eyes closed.
With a beautiful moan, Jeongin orgasms and you can feel the thick strings of white coat your chin, cheeks, tongue, and your breasts. You swallow it and open your eyes since none had landed there.
“You’re so pretty like that”, your boyfriend grins as he watches you trying to collect the rest with your tongue, even trying to attach your mouth to your breasts to get it off, “but I’ll get it off, baby”.
Jeongin quickly got you a towel and cleaned you up. After that, you two spent the night laying under the stars on the dirty towel with Jeongin’s cock buried inside of you to keep you both warm.
◦ genre: college!au, best friends to lovers!au; angst, fluff
◦ pairings: reader x minho
◦ word count:17.4k
◦ description: lee minho crashes at your apartment four out of seven days in a week, but you’re the crashing for him.
◦ warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, slow af burn
◦ a/n: hello after 4 months of not writing !!! self-quarantine brings out the best in me (due to lack of responsibilities) & here’s the fic I’ve been working on for the past week; I hope you like it :)
one.
Lee Minho tells you that he drowned his AirPods during that one campfire social by the beach and that he can’t afford to buy a new pair because he’s a dirt poor, money-starved college student who survives solely off of Shin Ramyun and its complementary mushroom flakes.
You know this because 1) he’s mentioned it before during the ten-minute break of your three-hour-long marketing lecture and even got the professor involved in a heated discussion about Apple’s obligation to make all of their product lines waterproof for maximum customer brand loyalty, 2) the past several calls with him have been staticy and demonic sounding, and 3) he actually FaceTimed you during his grocery trip last weekend and asked whether he should buy two five-packs of Shin Ramyun or one. You said one, but you’re pretty sure Minho’s too fucking weak to pass up on that two-for-one deal.
So here you are, grocery shopping on a Friday night (because you’ll never wake up early on a Saturday morning) and listening to your best friend wail about his misfortunes through the phone as you’re slapping every watermelon you come in contact with.
this was the absolute cutest and I loved it so much their relationship is just everything, your descriptions are amazing and it really pulled me into the story. huge props for writing this ❤️
