...the one where morning breath can't stop you and chan from being in love
{this is part of the stay secret gift exchange by the wonderful @starlostastronaut and is written for @fenya-scribbles. thank you so much for this wonderful exchange, teri !! i had a lot of fun writing and can't wait to see what others have written too 🙂↕️💗}
for someone who was easily disgusted by the idea of morning breath, you find all your mornings spent in kissing your boyfriend, chan, senseless.
you’re not even sure how it started. one minute you were blinking the sleep from your eyes, and the next, chan had you under him, palms on either side of your head, lips moving lazily against yours like you were some kind of morning prayer.
"we should really brush our teeth," you mumble between kisses, except your hands are already threading into his curls and you’re not exactly keen on stopping him anytime soon.
"mmm," chan hums, not disagreeing, not stopping either. "too far."
"the bathroom?"
"yeah."
"it’s literally what—" you tilt your head to look, "like five steps away."
"too many steps," he says, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to smirk softly. "besides, you taste fine, love."
"that is objectively false," you mumble, even as your thumb brushes his cheek and he nuzzles his face into your palm. he looks like the morning. and you're so grateful he is your morning.
"maybe i’m just in love, then. love makes people stupid."
"you were stupid before you met me, bang."
"ouch.” he grins. “but fair."
you giggle and he swoops in again, kissing you until you’re breathless. it’s slow and lazy. like you’ve got all the time in the world. your upper leg shifts to wrap around his waist lazily as he shifts and lies beside you. chan sighs like he’s never been more content.
"what’s the plan for today?" you ask, voice muffled against his shoulder. he’s moved down now, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone.
"this," he says. "you. me. this bed. repeat."
"you do know we’ve got laundry, yeah?"
"ignore it. the laundry can do itself."
"that’s not how laundry works."
"we’ll manifest it. or we'll have berry help."
you snort. "alright, mystic chan. tell me what the cards say."
he lifts his head, eyes squinting at his open palm like he’s pretending to focus. "they say… ‘stay in bed, kiss the pretty thing on your bed senseless, avoid responsibilities at all costs...pancakes?"
"how convenient."
"you mean how wise."
you both giggle. chan's little squeaks in between laughs and dimples on full display have you falling in love with him all over again.
there’s a moment of silence after that. comfortable. you look at him, and he’s already looking at you. you reach out to trace the curve of his jaw, and he leans into it like a cat seeking warmth.
"you’re kind of gross, you know," you whisper.
"you kissed me first."
"allow me to do it again."
"threats don’t work on me, babe," he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. “especially not when they’re promises."
you pull him in, kiss him again, longer this time. one hand in his hair, the other resting on his bare shoulder, fingers idly tracing nonsense. he tastes like sleep and the chan you've always known.
he whispers your name between kisses, ever so tenderly.
"easy like sunday morning," he mumbles into your skin.
and you think, yeah.
you could do this every day. besides, chan would keep div1 away.
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Chan is the type of boyfriend who kisses you on the forehead every night before you go to sleep.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who wakes you up with kisses on the back.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who holds your hand even when he's asleep.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who lets you wear his clothes (but will then text you pretending to be mad about it, he is not).
Chan is the type of boyfriend who will accidentally sing some lyric he wrote for you and then pretend he didn't write it so it doesn't ruin the surprise.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who can't help but get physical with you, whether it's holding your hand or waist.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who blushes every time you tell him a double-entendre pick-up line in a random context.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who gets excited about your achievements and successes.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who tickles your ribs and then kisses your face while letting out his goofy giggle.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who can't sleep unless he's pressed against your body.
Chan is the type of boyfriend that will make you beg for what you want.
Chan is the type of boyfriend that will make you look into his eyes when you're on the verge of orgasm.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who will whisper sweet things in your ear while his hands draw pictures on the most sensitive place on your body.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who will gently bite your hip before going down.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who loves it when you moan in his ear.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who will stop when you're about to cum just to make you beg him to continue.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who loves taking long baths with you.
Chan is the type of boyfriend that will leave bite marks and hickeys on your inner thighs.
note:
I might do a part two if you guys want, I wrote a few so I wouldn't run out of ideas haha. I was going to post a kinda sad and angsty draft but I decided on this one at the last minute. <3
Hi can I request first time with chan with shy reader? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
i’ll help you through it, yeah?
pairing: chan x virgin reader
genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers
word count: ~2.6k
warnings: mutual pining, pet names, protected sex, praise.
authors note: i have this request in my inbox for other members as well, so look out for those in the future. i have so many requests (tysm btw) so it’s taking me a little while to get through them. i’m trying to do the oldest ones first because y’all been waiting so long. - not me blushing while writing this. i wish my first time was this sweet. lol
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"i’m just sick of it, ya know?" you complained. "i’m sick of feeling like this. like im unwanted and missing out on something."
your best friend looked at you, intently listening, but worry starting to mar his features. "are people being mean to you because you’re a virgin?" you could sense the anger threatening to rise up out of him at the thought of someone being mean to you.
"no. this is just pressure i’m putting on myself at this point. im too old to still be a virgin."
"i don’t think that’s true." chris said. "i thought you were saving yourself for someone you really loved? wasn’t that the point?"
he was right, you had always said that since you and chris were kids. you didn’t want your first time to be some fleeting, gross experience. you wanted it to be sweet and full of love. but, it didn’t seem like that was working out and you were tired of waiting.
"yeah well i don’t think that’s going to happen." you said, your voice soft, almost sad. "the person i love doesn’t love me, so im just going to have to give up on that." you chuckled sadly, the sound almost a scoff.
"i understand that. im in the same situation." he confided. "but i haven’t given up. i don’t think you should either."
you looked over at him, the space between you both on the couch was small. you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. that’s just how chris is. he’s warm. he’s warm and he’s safe and.. how could you not be in love with him? your heart longed for him to be the one to take your virginity. your heart ached with the thought of it.
he looked back at you with his big brown eyes, his curly hair tickling his eyelashes. and he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. why couldn’t you just see how in love with you he is? he hated himself for not being able to confess to you. for not being able to just come clean and tell you how you are the center of his universe. but he was scared. to have you as his best friend and to long for you but never have you was better than telling you and losing you all together. but maybe.. he could try to help you with your current problem? see how things went and then he could decide from there what he would do.
"i could maybe.. help you." chris said shyly, rubbing his sweaty palms together in his lap.
you were shocked. "help me? with this?" why would he offer to help you unless he also wanted to? you felt a small bit of hope bloom in your chest.
"only if you want to." he said quickly. "i’m not trying to push myself on you. i’m just trying to help. we don’t have to."
you thought about it for a moment, your body screaming at you to say yes. but your mind was telling you everything that could go wrong. what if he hated it? found you gross and laughed at your inexperience? you brushed those thoughts off. you and chris has been friends for over fifteen years. he would never do something like that to you. he was kind.
"i would be okay with that.." you said. "but it might not be very good."
"i’ll help you through it, yeah?"
you loved him. god you loved him. this was the right decision,you knew that.
he scooted closer to you on the couch, your thighs pressed against each other. he touched your face, turning you to look at him. he looked in your eyes before saying "if you want to stop, just tell me,okay? i won’t be mad." you nodded as he looked down at your lips. and ever so slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you or scare you, he leaned it. his pillow soft lips made contact with yours and you were done for. he moved his lips against yours, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head. your hands found their way around his neck, tangling in his curls.
this felt so right, but your stomach churned with worry. your body was still tense.
"sweetheart, relax." he whispered against your lips. "you know me." he kissed you again, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. you felt embarrassed. kissing chris felt like the first time you had ever kissed anyone,even though that wasn’t the case.he had you so flustered, your lips weren’t listening to your brain’s commands. you opened your mouth and let his tongue in. he tasted sweet.
he pulled away, admiring your flushed cheeks. "do you want to move to your bedroom?" he asked. you nodded, and he stood, offering you his hand. he led you though your apartment and to your bedroom, knowing the way by heart. standing at the edge of your bed, he pulled you close. he kissed you again, his hands finding their way under your shirt, tickling the skin of your tummy.
"can we take this off?"
your hesitation made him pull away, studying your face for any signs of wanting to stop. "would it help if i took mine off first?" you nodded again, thankful for his suggestion. "you want to help me?"
you grabbed the hem of his black shirt and pulled it up and over his head, discarding it on the floor. you looked at him, at his body. you had seen him shirtless multiple times over the years. summers spent together swimming and early mornings at his apartment after late night study sessions, but this was different. his chest was bare because he wanted you to see it. and that made your skin hot.
"now you.." he said, reaching for your shirt slowly, giving you time to protest. but you didn’t. you let him pull your shirt off, leaving you standing in front of him in your jeans and lacy black bra. his eyes grew wide, his breath catching in his throat. could he do this? you were so beautiful and he hadn’t even seen all of you yet. you were starting to squirm under his stare. his hands were warm and soft as they grazed over your skin, his arms wrapping around your waist as he moved to kiss you again. his fingertips danced up your back, until they unclasped your bra and it fell to the floor. he continued kissing you, not looking at your bare chest right away, giving you time to get used to being bare in his presence. you nipples brushed against his chest, growing harder. arousal pooling between your legs as his kisses moved to your jaw and then your neck.
he took his time with you, slowly placing wet kisses on your skin as he guided you to the bed. he laid you down gently, his body hovering above you. he kissed down to your collarbones, across your chest and down to between your breasts. he looked up at you, his lips still pressed to your skin. your cheeks were red, your mouth slightly open as you tried to draw in breath. he saw no signs of stopping in your eyes. no , they begged him to continue. his lips closed around one of your nipples, his tongue gently caressing the nub. his hand gripped your waist as he sucked on your nipple, your hands balled into fists at your sides.
"you can touch me if you want to, baby." he said, his breath blowing cold against the wet skin of your breast. "don’t hold back."
he kissed his way across to your other nipple as you brought your hands to his hair. he started to move lower, until his lips were against your belly button, and even lower still until his tongue was running along the top of your jeans. "can i take these off?" he asked, fingers grazing over the button and zipper. with your approval, he carefully unbuttoned them and slid them down your legs, revealing your panties that matched your bra. he looked up at you, his face only inches from your center. "you’re so wet, baby." he said. "i can see a little wet patch on your panties."
your face flushed and you turned your head, hiding your embarrassment in your pillow.
"hey.. hey.." he said, his hand finding yours, tangling your fingers together. "don’t hide, baby. let me see your pretty face." you did your best to look at him, trying not to focus on your insecurities, but trying to focus on him instead. you squeezed his hand, his kind brown eyes showing nothing but love. he kissed your hip, and across your skin until he was placing a gentle kiss on your clothed clit. you jerked slightly. "is that the spot baby?" you nodded, biting your lip.
he pulled away, standing up. he chuckled at your pout, your little whines of protest. "just let me take these off." he unbuttoned his jeans, and kicked them to the side. he was only wearing his underwear now, his erection causing the material to stretch uncomfortably. he admired your body from this angle. your arms wrapped around your middle, your legs bending, trying to cover yourself. "don’t." he said, grabbing one of your wrists in each hand and holding your arms out. "let me look at you, baby. god, you are so beautiful."
his hands found their way back to your breasts,squeezing slightly before his fingertips grazed down your skin to the elastic of your panties. he hooked his fingers around them. "can i take these off? can i see your little pussy?" you lifted your hips in answer, helping him slide them off. you were completely naked in front of him now but you didn’t have time to be self conscious about it. his lips were already back on your skin,kissing everywhere he could reach. "fuck you’re so pretty." he mumbled against your tummy. "been dreaming about this."
what did he mean by that? you wondered.
"can i see you too?" you asked, your voice sounding so loud to your own ears, having been silent for so long. but you were starting to feel more comfortable. he made you feel so safe.
"of course you can." he said, straightening again to take his briefs off. and now you got to admire him for a moment. the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen leading down to his hard and leaking erection. the first thing you thought was that he was big. but honestly, you didn’t really have much to compare it to.. so what did you know? "don’t worry baby. we’ll go slow." he said, sensing your hesitation.
he leaned down to kiss your lips once again, his fingers making contact with your wetness. he rubbed soft circles on your clit. you grabbed onto his shoulders, your small whimpers falling into his mouth.
"does that feel good?" he asked.
"yes.." you breathed. "so good."
his fingers traveled down through your folds and teased your entrance. "i’ve got to prepare you a little bit, okay? like this.." and he slid one finger inside of you slowly, pumping in and out. you had done this to yourself before but this was completely different. you had never felt like this before. "there you go, baby." once he felt you had gotten used to the first finger, he added a second. he moved them in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing softly on your clit. you could feel your orgasm building. you were embarrassed by how quickly it had come. but you had been waiting so long for him to touch you like this, you couldn’t help it. he could feel you fluttering around his fingers. "are you going to cum?" he whispered against your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses, his teeth nibbling.
"yes.. yes fuck." you panted.
"go ahead, baby. let go."
and you did, you clamped down on his fingers, his name falling from your lips as your body shook.
he had been fantasizing about you moaning his name like that for so long now that it took everything in him not to bust right then. he took a deep breath, pulling his fingers out of you. you watched as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, your pussy dripping and pulsing, begging for more. he leaned over the side of the bed and fished a condom out of his pants pocket.
"are you ready?" he asked, holding the condom up.
"yes please." you said, breathless.
"ooh so polite." he teased, giggling as he tore the foil pack open. you watched as he pumped himself a few times, precum leaking from his swollen tip, before sliding the condom down his length. he leaned down and cupped your face, kissing you softly. "remember, we can stop at any time. just tell me. okay?"
"i don’t want to stop." you said, desperate. "please don’t stop."
he smiled. "i won’t unless you tell me to." he knelt in front of you, his hands on your knees, spreading your legs. he lined himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing the tip in. you gasped and his head fell back, his mouth open. he slowly inched his way inside, giving you time to adjust. you whined under him, your eyes squeezing shut at the stretch. "i know, baby. i know." he said. "you’re doing so good." once you felt his thighs on the back of yours, he stilled. letting you properly adjust to his size. he could feel you pulsing around him, his cock begging to cum. "i’m gonna move now, okay?"
you nodded frantically. "yes. yes please, please."
he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, his pace increasing with each thrust. he wasn’t going to last much longer. he knew that. "fuck— baby you feel so g—good." he stuttered. his hands were digging into your hips as he pumped into you. his mouth open, his eyebrows scrunched together, his hair sticking to his forehead. "are you doing okay?"
"fuck yes.." you gasped. "gonna— gonna cum."
he could feel you squeezing around him. he fell down on to his elbows, his arms caging your head, his panting breath in your ear. he continued pumping in and out of you, the wet sounds filling the room. "cum with m-me baby." he said. "fuck- fuck-"
you squeezed him tighter as your orgasm washed over you, you vision going dark. his thrusts got sloppy and then stopped all together as he spilled into the condom. he collapsed next to you, his panting matching your own. he lazily kissed your jaw and your shoulder. "i love you.." he said.
you froze.
"shit- sorry." he said. "i- i didn’t mean to ruin the moment.. it slipped out."
you turned to face him, his brown eyes looking worried. "i love you too.."
his hand caressed your cheek, his thumb rubbing softly back and forth. "really? you’re not just saying that because your overcome with emotion right now?"
you shook your head no. "i’ve been in love with you for a while now.." you confessed.
he chuckled. "i’ve been in love with you for a while. guess we were both too scared to say anything."
you nodded, feeling blissfully happy. you nuzzled into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.
"are you okay?" he asked. "was that.. okay?"
"i feel amazing." you said, your voice muffled by his chest. "i’m glad i waited for someone i truly love."
Chan is the type of boyfriend who kisses you on the forehead every night before you go to sleep.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who wakes you up with kisses on the back.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who holds your hand even when he's asleep.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who lets you wear his clothes (but will then text you pretending to be mad about it, he is not).
Chan is the type of boyfriend who will accidentally sing some lyric he wrote for you and then pretend he didn't write it so it doesn't ruin the surprise.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who can't help but get physical with you, whether it's holding your hand or waist.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who blushes every time you tell him a double-entendre pick-up line in a random context.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who gets excited about your achievements and successes.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who tickles your ribs and then kisses your face while letting out his goofy giggle.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who can't sleep unless he's pressed against your body.
Chan is the type of boyfriend that will make you beg for what you want.
Chan is the type of boyfriend that will make you look into his eyes when you're on the verge of orgasm.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who will whisper sweet things in your ear while his hands draw pictures on the most sensitive place on your body.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who will gently bite your hip before going down.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who loves it when you moan in his ear.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who will stop when you're about to cum just to make you beg him to continue.
Chan is the type of boyfriend who loves taking long baths with you.
Chan is the type of boyfriend that will leave bite marks and hickeys on your inner thighs.
note:
I might do a part two if you guys want, I wrote a few so I wouldn't run out of ideas haha. I was going to post a kinda sad and angsty draft but I decided on this one at the last minute. <3
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