💻 Five months ago: What started out as a dumb bet after the pre-wedding-party of your shared friend on vacation in Vegas suddenly becomes very serious when your joke turns into reality. But, hey, there’s nothing bad about wanting to make your best friend feel good, right?
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🛷 CONTENT INFO: skz ot8 x afab reader [not at the same time], pls refer to masterlist for more info, reality/dating show AU, minors do not interact since it includes topics only suitable for adults, content warning under the cut
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🥀 CONTENT WARNING: explicit sexual content [includes a bet but consent is given more than once, oral (m receiving), reader gets called babygirl, baby and good girl], alcohol consumption, mention of breakup and unrequited feelings
The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.
— Five months ago —
Tequila is always a bad idea—even on a good day. But tonight you’re gonna make an exception—as you always say—since it’s your friend’s wedding soon and to celebrate that in advance he let you and all the other people from the friend group fly all the way to Vegas.
Hongjoong paid for everything—the food, the alcohol, the tickets for the club, the hotel rooms. Speaking of, you’re sharing one with your best friend Chan. This isn’t something new. You’ve slept in beds together before, all platonic. But there’s just something about the way the light in the club is making him look even more beautiful that has been awakening thoughts inside your head for the past hours that you shouldn’t have.
You could swear it’s the same for him—it’s the fourth or fifth time now that you catch your best friend’s eyes flickering down to your cleavage, secretly admiring how the ridiculously skimpy black dress is pushing your tits together. Chan blames it on the tequila, too, that he craves to bury his face between them. Fuck. He has to slow down for real.
“I’m… I’m gonna go outside for a bit,” he shouts into your ear, destined to outdo the noises inside the obnoxiously loud club.
“I’m coming with you,” you announce.
Shit. This isn’t going according to plan. Still, he lets you toddle in front of you, always making sure to keep an eye on you in this crowded space. You make it outside pretty quickly despite the amount of people blocking the way.
The air feels particularly fresh considering you’re in the middle of Las Vegas but maybe your mind just plays tricks with you after being inside this nicotine hell that is the club Hongjoong chose for the night.
Chan spots a little convenience store right at the corner of the street, as he takes your hand and guides you inside. From the top shelf, he grabs two bottles of water and buys them—cursing to himself about the ridiculous price.
Once you’re outside, he hands you one of them and you chug down half of the liquid, watching Chan do the same.
Shit. You’re drunk. Hammered. Wasted. Tequila in fact was the dumbest decision to be made tonight. But how about even dumber decisions while Chan and you try to sober up a bit?
“If the next car is green,” you randomly start, observing Chan disconnect the plastic bottle from his plump lips, “do a handstand.”
He chuckles. “Is this a bet?”
“Yeah. Green car. Handstand. Or are you scared, Chris?”
You’ve been calling Chan by his actual name whenever you’re drunk for years now. After all, the two of you met in your first year of college when participating in a pub crawl event—in a similar state to right now. You instantly clicked, you’ve never felt this way about someone before, so it was inevitable that you would become best friends.
Both your gazes are fixated on the road now. It’s a narrow street, really. There aren’t as many cars passing by in the first place which makes you wait a little longer.
Until you see a green vehicle drive around the corner and a laugh erupts from your lips.
“Eaaaasy,” Chan says, destined to prove you wrong. He places the bottle on the ground and pulls his jeans up—you’re now noticing that they aren’t actually too loose for his waist, he just seems to slightly push them down on a regular basis, so that everyone is able to see the upper part of his boxers. You should have known.
You watch your best friend gain momentum, before he leans forward, does half a flip—you’re too drunk to comprehend those athletic movements right now—and lands on the palms of his hands. Feet high up in the sky and face the other way around, he smiles at you before getting back to a normal position.
“What on earth…”
“Hm, you didn’t expect that, babygirl, or did you?”
You grunt, crossing your arms in front of your chest whilst ignoring what he just called you. Chan does this from time to time—especially, when he’s drunk and in the mood to tease you.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he begins again, “I am the best, stop showering me with compliments.
You laugh along with him, unable to pretend to be annoyed.
“Okay,” Chan says, “if the next car is… blue you’re gonna invite me out for an anti-hangover-breakfast tomorrow.”
That little shit. Of course, he uses this game to his advantage, who would have thought?
“This sounds against the rules–“ You begin but stop when you see a car drive on the road, coloured in an azure shade. “Fuck. Okay. Whatever.”
You’re defeated. But you know exactly how to turn this game around, “If the next car is white, I’m gonna get the additional pillow and more space in bed tonight.”
Chan’s eyes widen, lips parting, as he can’t believe what you just proposed. You know how much he needs his space, since he’s already not the best at falling asleep so he will for sure take this personal if the next car is–
White.
“Ugh, for fuck’s sake. I hate this game.” He picks up his bottle of water again, chugging down the rest of it. “Just so you wait… until I come up with revenge.”
You scoff, before you burst out into laughter. The fuck is he supposed to do? You can see Chan contemplating—he does have something on his mind but this is probably the stupidest idea, even dumber than that last shot of tequila.
But you’re in Vegas after all, right? Wouldn’t that be funny as fuck? He might not be as drunk as he was fifteen minutes ago but your best friend is definitely not in a state yet which would allow him to make life-changing decisions.
However, he’d love to see your reaction to his idea.
“So… if the next car that drives around the corner is red… we’re gonna get married tonight,” Chan proposes.
You hold back a giggle. You aren’t in the right state of mind yet either but that would be super hilarious, right? Getting back to Seoul with a ring on your finger. You can’t lie—you’ve never thought about marriage that seriously since your breakup but marrying Chan doesn’t sound so bad.
“Sure,” you say.
Well. This isn’t the reaction Chan would have expected.
But it doesn’t matter because the next car that approaches you is black.
“Hm, what a pity,” Chan sighs. “I would have made a good husband.”
You chuckle, “I’m sure you’ll be a great husband one day.”
That is nothing but the truth. Chan is top tier husband material. It would be a lie to say you haven’t thought about him in a romantic light before—but with Minho even after over half a year still on your mind it’s not as easy to make space in your heart for someone new. He is your first love, after all.
“And I know you’ll be a great wife,” Chan adds.
You giggle again, trying to ignore the butterflies dancing around in your stomach.
The thing is that Chan has thought about you like this more than once. He knows you’re not ready yet for anything serious but over the last couple of months his platonic feelings for you kind of shifted to something more serious. But he won’t read too much into it. Especially, not in the state the two of you are in right now.
You should probably get completely sober and go to bed. He can tell that you’re slowly getting tired and the same counts for him.
“Should we head back?”
You nod, “Okay.”
About twenty minutes later you find yourself in your shared hotel room. Chan tells you to get ready for bed first, since he wanted to check some work mails, now that he’s finally sober again. God. That dude is no joke when it comes to his job.
You take your time under the hot steaming shower, thinking back to the conversation about a possible wedding earlier. But you push the idea aside again when you step out, putting on your pyjama shorts and top.
Getting back to the main room, you find Chan sitting in one of the chairs that are placed right in front of the window, facing the street. There isn’t a lot going on at this time of the night in the district of the city you’re in and it calms you a little. You get easily overstimulated by all the noises and lights of Las Vegas.
“If the… next car that we see is red,” Chan starts again, using the same colour as earlier to maybe prove a point, “I’m gonna dye my hair pink.”
You snicker. That would actually be an awesome idea. You attentively watch the road, waiting for the next vehicle to pass. From afar, you see a blue car driving right there.
“What a pity. The colour would have suited you, I am sure,” you tell your friend, whilst sipping on another bottle of water.
You’re glad you’re sober again but you do know as well that you need to drink lots more water to avoid a severe hangover tomorrow. God. You’ve become so old—when you were twenty, you could mix the most disgusting types of alcoholic beverages together and sit through three uni lectures the following day. Nowadays, you have a sip of wine and can’t get out of bed for the next forty-eight hours.
“I don’t think so,” he says with a giggle. You contradict that but won’t intervene.
“Okay, one last try.”
You place the plastic bottle on the small table between the both of you. The first thing that comes to your head is absolutely ridiculous. It’s nothing you wouldn’t do—you’re not blind, Chan is pretty attractive, after all. But it’s a dumb idea for sure. However, isn’t this the exact motto of the night?
“If the next car we see is red,” you begin, sticking to that colour, “I’m gonna suck your dick.”
Chan’s bottle drops to the floor.
“You– what?!”
“You heard me,” you say, absolutely confident that this for sure won’t happen, as you keep your eyes on the road. “No one on this planet seems to drive a fucking red–“
Car.
There it is.
A stupid, red car.
“You seriously don’t have to do this, Y/N,” is the first thing Chan says.
You don't have to do this.
Does this perhaps translate to but if you want to, I won’t hold you back?
“But I want to,” you reassure him, telling the truth. “I bet you have a pretty dick.”
Chan feels himself getting lightheaded. He’s dreamt about situations like this so many times and now you’re offering it?
“Are… are you still drunk?” He wants to make sure.
“No, I swear. Completely sober again.”
He believes you. Chan can tell when you’re lying—especially when it’s about your level of intoxication. After all, he’s picked you up from parties when being wasted too many times these past years.
“Then– where’s this coming from?”
It’s so… surprising for him. He’s always thought that he’d be the only one who finds his best friend hot and not that you reciprocate it.
“Don’t play shy, Christopher,” you say, clicking your tongue. “You’ve been staring at my tits the whole night.”
Fuck. Now he feels like a total pervert on top of it. But can you blame him? You look out of this world in this outfit. You’ve had so many guys looking at you at the club, Chan thought he would explode because of the jealousy these situations provoked inside him.
“I– I am sorry. It’s… it’s been a while since I got laid a-and I can’t deny that my… best friend is absolutely attractive,” he explains.
“Thanks, you too,” you say with a wink.
Can someone pinch him? Both tell him that this isn’t real and if it was that this is a stupid idea?
You’re friends, right? Best friends. You’re not supposed to get a fucking blowjob from your best friend. But the idea of it makes all the blood that’s left inside his brain rush straight down to his cock.
“Are you… are you really sure you want this? B-Because I d-do. I’d love to,” he confesses and kind of cringes at his own words.
“Hm, I want to,” you reassure him. “I should practice a little more if I want to be a good spouse one day.”
Practice?
“But… you have done this before, haven’t you?”
“Oh, yeah. But… only with… you know,” you admit, voice getting a little smaller.
“Oh–“
It’s true. You’ve only ever done this with your ex boyfriend back then when you were still a couple. There just hasn’t been an opportunity yet to do it with someone else—until now.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, this might be selfish but maybe I’ll get those images out of my system this way,” you add.
Chan feels conflicted. He knows that you really want to do this. You’ve emphasised this a million times and since he’s your best friend, he knows when you really mean something. But what if you regret it?
“Y/N…”
“Please, pinky promise that I am in the right state of mind. And I also really want to suck you off not gonna lie I–“
“Okay, okay,” he interrupts you with a chuckle. However, there’s still one detail that needs to be discussed. “But what happens after this?”
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” you say.
“Deal,” he replies, not really thinking about it. This is probably the only good decision here. Let’s not throw some emotions into this mixture of absolute drama.
You slowly get up from your seat then, as Chan watches every move you make. With a gesture, you tell him to stay in the position he’s in.
Before you’re able to drop down to the floor, he hands you a pillow to cushion your knees. You smile, ignoring once again those stupid little butterflies that get drawn from their sleep by Chan’s respectfulness in a setting that is anything but that.
You look up at him with awaiting eyes, searching for any second guesses, as he says, “Just… once more… you want this, right?”
“I do, Chan. I really do,” you reply, giving him a soft smile.
“O-Okay.”
It’s weird to start without kissing him but you fear that a kiss on the lips might just confuse you more. So, you opt for slightly getting up again and placing your mouth on his neck instead. Chan immediately lets out a small whimper—you haven’t expected him to be so sensitive from the beginning but it makes you chuckle.
Opening each button of his shirt, the pattern of kisses travel further down—over his chest, stomach, navel, right above his pants. He gets the hint when you’re close to the hem of his jeans, as he lifts his body just enough for you to slide them down after hastily fumbling with the belt and zipper. They pool down around his ankles now but your focus is quite somewhere else—his grown erection, neglected inside his underwear.
Your hand lands right on his crotch as you start palming him, feeling his enormous size through the fabric, “Fuck– you’re big.” You can’t help it. The words just slipped out of your mouth and Chan is glad you didn’t feel him twitch because of them.
A second later, your lips are attached to his skin again, continuing the assault on his firm stomach.
“S-So good,” your best friend lets out when you squeeze his cock, “but such a fucking tease, hm?”
Fuck. You feel arousal drip down into your panties. Sure, you’ve expected Chan to be somewhat dominant but judging from how shy he was about the proposition of you pleasuring him, you didn’t expect him to switch so quickly.
“Let’s change that, yeah?” you suggest, before grabbing the sides of his boxers and sliding them down in one go. His cock springs free, making you salivate because of the sight, eager to satisfy him just how he deserves it.
That’s exactly what you do—wrapping one hand around the base, a string of saliva landing on his cockhead, before you evenly spread it all over his length.
Chan believes he’s seeing heaven, once your mouth takes a few centimetres in, stroking whatever doesn’t seem to fit for now. Fuck. This is everything he’s ever dreamt about. How often did he imagine you on your knees for him, your only wish to pleasure him? Well, let’s say the idea has appeared in his head more than once when he was having some good time alone.
“Fuck– you’re amazing–“ he grunts.
You can’t hide the smirk, as you keep going with your movements. Slurping sounds are echoing through the hotel room, the red lights from outside are shrouding it in a shade quite fitting for the occasion.
“Such a good girl– yes–“
By now, you’re basically drooling all over him, your moans bringing him closer to the edge. He feels so good inside your mouth, makes you feel so full, you wonder if you ever have the chance to have him insight your cunt as well.
Chan lets out a whimper, heaving breaths filling the surroundings, indicating that he won’t be able to hold back any longer.
This is why you give him a small nod, a wordless way of telling him that it’s okay to let go and he does exactly this. Hot spurts of cum are hitting the back of your throat. The feeling seems almost unfamiliar since it’s been a while that someone came inside your mouth but you don’t mind at all.
Not when Chan is squeezing his eyes together, brows furrowed and mouth agape, letting out moan after moan as he cries out your name. His gaze switches down to you, watching you swallow his seeds, before he stills inside your mouth.
“Don’t you waste a s-single drop, baby,” he says right before coming down from his high. Chan pulls his cock out of you, before he adds, “Show me your tongue.”
You do as your told, opening your mouth for him.
“Well done.”
Oh, fuck. Why did this feel so right when it’s so fucking wrong to be so close to your best friend?
Once his breathing has calmed down a bit, Chan puts his pants back on and gets up. He hands you your bottle of water from the table, before helping you get up from the floor.
It’s not as if regret is washing over you—you would do it again if you could turn back time. But for your heart it’s probably the best to do as you agreed.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
You dare to catch a glimpse of your best friend. He looks satisfied and actually tired—falling asleep will go pretty easy tonight, you’re sure.
His eyes are focused on the street again, watching the few vehicles drive by and people coming back home from clubbing.
“Another red car and I return the favour?” he asks with a smirk.
“Let’s go to bed, Chan,” you say with a smile, knowing you should stop here. You’re caught in a dilemma.
On one hand, you want to do much more with him—not only physically but also romantically. However, you fear that you’re not quite ready yet and the last thing you want is to break your best friend’s heart.
Of course, if he was even into you that way which you highly doubt.
“Sure. Let’s go to bed.”
Would you ever date one of your colleagues?
Yes
No
Voting ended onDec 18, 2023
Results of poll 17 from BAD ROMANCE [previous chapter]:
[to be added]
[yeah... that was very obvious lmao.. also, from now on the polls will be more like this because they will have a bigger impact on the plot and story just so you know]
❤️🔥 AUTHOR’S NOTE: thank you so much for reading !! and for the endless support in the past days, there's really nothing better than reading your opinions and theories especially on who your faves are and who's behind the whole RL concept hehe thank you, seriously! lots of love and take care :)
SUMMARY
➥ Being a professional-grade porn producer is not your typical nine-to-five, but you like it — the pay is great, the hours are flexible, and it's an intriguing conversation starter. However, things get more than complicated when your infatuation with one of your performers turns into something it shouldn't be.
This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.
※ Bang Chan x afab reader — Pornstar AU, coworkers to lovers, mutual pining, angst, slowburn, smut.
※ Reader discretion advised — Adult themes, graphic depictions of porn and various porn tropes, flawed characters overall, alcohol & recreational drug use, confidence/intimacy issues, heavy mutual fantasizing, heavy (almost toxic) jealousy, strong language, explicit sexual content.
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