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**I'm not sure what I was thinking, but here is some Bang Chan smut...hehe ;)
**had to use my fave gif of him...sorry, not sorry**
βEarth to Channie!β
Chan shook his head, clearing his head of the thoughts swimming around. He looked up at you, blushing furiously. In this moment, he was glad you werenβt a mind reader. The daydreams he had about you were never innocent, and it made him feel shy around you when they started.
βWhere did you escape to in that brain of yours?β You asked, chuckling at his comical demeanor.
Chan cleared his throat, βNowhere. I was just lost in thought, I guess.β He would never admit to you his fantasies about you. Those were for him to dream about only.
You nodded, smiling that warm, bright smile at him. God, how he loved your smile. Butterflies erupted in his stomach at the sight. He watched your lips as you continued talking to him, his mind beginning to wonder again.
He imagined what it would feel to kiss your lips. To taste the flavored lip balm you used throughout the day as his lips moved with yours. To hear your small moans as he sucked your bottom lip in between his teeth, nibbling on it just enough to tease you.
Fingers snapping in front of his face brought him back to the present, causing his blush to return. βShit, sorry, Y/n.β
βMaybe we should call it a day and go home.β You suggested. That was the last thing he wanted to do, though. He loved hanging out with you. In his mind, it was like tiny dates. In reality, you two were just friends, making this situation entirely one sided.
Chan opened his mouth to protest, but couldnβt find any reason to stay in his studio with you. He couldnβt focus on his work, so leaving just seemed to make the most sense. He watched as you began packing your belongings into your backpack. Your hair fell forward, hiding your face from his view.
βYeah,β Chan mumbled, giving in and gathering his things. He walked with you out of the studio, escorting you to your car since it was dark out.
You turned, facing Chan after tossing your backpack into the passenger seat of your car. βIβll see you tomorrow, Channie.β Smiling, you hugged him. βLove you.β
Chan mumbled a goodbye before you entered your car, starting it up and leaving. βLove you, too, Y/n.β He whispered into the night, watching as your car drove away. Sighing, he entered his car and drove back to the dorms. When he arrived, he beelined for his room. He wanted to be alone, his mind wandering back to you as he collapsed onto his bed.
βWhat is wrong with me?β He whined to himself. Running his hands over his bare face, he groaned in frustration. He could feel his jeans getting tighter as he imagined you in bed with him.
Mentally kicking himself, he grabbed some pajamas and stomped into the bathroom to get a shower. He tried to focus on his work; the new song he was working on for Stray Kids. It was futile, though. He couldnβt stop thinking about how you always joined him, just so he wasnβt alone while working.
βFuck,β he mumbled as he grabbed his hard member, pumping it in his fist. He propped his other arm on the wall in front of him to steady his body. He pleasured himself, his eyes closed and his mind playing fantasies of you underneath him in his bed. His breathing became labored as he felt his climax building. A gasp fell from his mouth as he came, muscles tense.
He quickly finished his shower, getting dressed in the bathroom before sneaking back to his room. When he entered his room, he was surprised to find you sitting on his bed. He froze in place, realizing he never grabbed a shirt, only pants.
βY/n! What are you doing here? I thought you went home.β
You shrugged, βI did, but then I got bored so here I am.β Chan only nodded. βDo you mind if I stay the night?β
Chan felt his heart skip a beat. Normally, you would only stay the night when one of the other members were going to be absent from the dorm, that way you could use their bed. Everyone was present, though.
βOh, uh, I donβt mind. I can sleep on the couch so you can take my bed.β Chan suggested.
You smiled, βI donβt want to kick you out of your bed. Why donβt we just sleep in the bed together? Itβs not like anything will happen with us being friends.β
Chan gulped, knowing this was going to be torture. He nodded, though, not wanting to make it obvious how wrong you were. He walked over to his closet, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and throwing them at you.
Without thinking, you began undressing in front of Chan. βYah! What are you doing, Y/n?!β
You paused, looking up at Chan. He had turned away, covering his eyes, his back facing you. You scoffed and continued getting dressed. βCalm down, youβve seen me in my underwear before.β
Yeah, and thatβs when he realized he had the hots for you, but he didnβt want you to know that. βI didnβt mean to when that happened!β He whined.
βI know, but you did. It doesnβt bother me.β You shrugged. βIβm decent now.β
Chan hesitantly uncovered his eyes and glanced over at you in his clothes. Something about you wearing them made his dick twitch. He grimaced at the reaction, choosing to sit in his desk chair instead of in the bed with you. He prayed sleep would consume him when he finally laid down, otherwise, he was going to have a hard time being in the same bed with you.
βItβs really late, donβt you think we should just try to go to bed?β You asked, watching him sit in his chair. You noticed his body tense for a second before relaxing.
βRight,β Chan breathed. He crawled in bed, pulling the blankets over him before turning off his bedside lamp. You did the same, the glow from his neon light above his bed giving the room a subtle purple hue.
It was silent, the only sound being that of you two breathing. After a while, Chan tossed in bed; trying to find a comfortable position. You glanced over your shoulder at him. He was facing you now, his face barely lit up by the purple light. His eyes werenβt closed, though. Instead, he was staring at you, the look in his eyes different than normal.
You decided to turn over, moving closer to him in the process. βWhatβs wrong?β
Chan didnβt reply. He was mesmerized by how beautiful you looked. He thought about closing the distance between you two, finally tasting your lips. He was just afraid of your reaction. What if you ended up hating him?
You reached forward, caressing his cheek. His eyes widened, but the look in his eyes never wavered. βChannie, what is going on? Are you okay?β
Chan grabbed your wrist gently, tugging you closer. You obliged, worried. Maybe he just needed some comforting. You had comforted him before, cuddling with him on the couch a few times. The man was easily stressed from work.
Before you could pull any answers out of him, he was on top of you. He pinned your hands together above your head. You were surprised but intrigued. What was he doing? What was he going to do?
Chan looked down at you, his eyes now lust filled. He leaned down, painstakingly slow, closer to your face. Your heart was racing at this point, curious about where he was taking this. Was he going to kiss you? Was he just testing the waters? You couldnβt deny, you had a small crush on him. You just didnβt want to act on it, scared it would ruin the friendship you had formed with him.
βI want to kiss you so bad,β he whispered.
You gulped. βThen do it,β you whispered back. With no hesitation, Chan crashed down onto your lips. Out of instinct, you tried wrapping your arms around his neck. You were met with resistance when you remembered his hand pinning them above your head.
Chan pulled away, smirking. βI donβt think so, babygirl. Iβm in charge.β
You werenβt sure why, but the tone in his voice mixed with what he said gave you chills. It was so hot. This new side to Chan was hot. You could feel his free hand under your shirt, moving higher until he reached just below your sports bra. You whimpered when he stopped. The whole time, he just watched your face.
Chan hummed down at you, teasing you. βIs someone feeling needy?β
You wanted to scoff and say something witty back, but he pushed his hips into yours. You could feel his hard length as the pressure from his grinding caused pleasure to shoot through your core. A small moan slipped out, your eyes fluttering closed.
βLook at me,β he demanded. You did as he said, making him smirk at you again. βThatβs my good girl.β
You whimpered again, pushing your hips up to his in search of pleasure. You felt his hard-on as you did, causing him to wince from your hips brushing against it. His grip on your wrists tightened, his legs moved in a way to cage you in around your hips, halting your movements.
βWhat part of βIβm in chargeβ did you not understand?β He groaned; teeth clenched. He lifted his body off of you, glaring down at you when he removed his hand from your wrists. βStay.β
You didnβt move a muscle. He exited the bed, grabbing an object from his closet. When he returned, you realized it was a tie. He started tying your hands together then tied them to his headboard. Once he finished, you tested the knots and found he was damn good at it. He had subdued you successfully.
Satisfied with his handiwork, he climbed back in bed on top of you. He held your hips in place as he leaned down and kissed you roughly. You couldnβt stop the moan that broke free as he took control.
βIβm going to make you mine,β he growled, the primal sound causing moisture to pool in your throbbing center.
βPlease, Channie,β you whined. Chan dug his fingers into your hips painfully, burying his face in your neck as he kissed, sucked and nips at the sweet spot below your ear.
βNot Channie, babygirl,β he whispered. βWhatβs my name?β
You knew what he wanted you to say, but it was stuck in your throat. Chan kissed down your neck, stopping at your shoulder and biting down hard. You cried out, the pain turning to pleasure instantly. βDaddy!β
βGood girl,β Chan growled after he pulled away. βI should give you a reward.β
You felt his hands leave your hips before one slipped into your pants, pushing your panties aside and delving into your folds. Your back arched as he began rubbing circles around your sensitive clit. You gasped and whimpered, moving your hips to encourage him to do more. You heard him chuckle before slipping a finger in your entrance.
βAlready so wet,β he moaned. βReady for daddyβs cock, yeah?β
You nodded, moaning as he slowly fucked you with his finger. βPlease, daddy,β you begged.
Chan couldnβt deprive himself any longer, giving in to your begging. In one motion, he removed your pants and panties, throwing them to the side. He leaned up, pulling his pants down and kicking them off. He lifted your shirt and sports bra above your breasts, admiring them for a moment before leaning back and guiding his cock to your entrance.
βYou better be ready, baby.β He warned. βI wonβt be gentle.β
Before you could encourage him, he entered you. It was hard and fast, causing you to cry out. Your head was spinning, the feeling of him filling you full making you want more of him. You whined, unable to form words, the only way you could think to encourage him.
Chan was trying to compose himself, your tight cunt clenching around him after he sheathed himself inside of you. He watched as pleasure washed over you, making you whine for more. He leaned down, taking one of your taunt nipples in his mouth. He began thrusting, using the same force he used to enter you. His grip on your thighs was so tight, he knew he would leave bruises.
Your moans echoed in his ears, causing him to move faster. He needed to hear more. βWho do you belong to, babygirl? Let me hear it.β
You gasped as he sped up, βYou, daddy.β Your answer came out as a moan, louder than you anticipated.
βSay it again, babygirl, say my name,β he growled. He could feel you clenching around his cock more, your climax closer with each thrust.
βAh, daddy!β You cried out.
βGood girl. Are you going to cum, babygirl? You going to cum all over daddyβs cock?β
You felt a flutter in your lower belly, the sign you were about to find your high. βYES, DADDY, MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE!β
Chan reached up and grabbed you around your throat, βCum for daddy.β He moaned, his own climax building. Within seconds, your body responded. You moaned so loud you could feel your throat burning from it. Your eyes rolled back, your body shook, and your hands gripped the tie that was holding them above your head.
Watching you come undone pushed Chan over the edge, his own high hitting him harder than he expected. He moaned, whined, and growled, making you clench around his twitching cock. The sounds coming from him was so hot and primal, it made you want to fuck him all over again just for the chance to hear it again.
Chan fell forward, catching himself before his body collapsed on top of yours. His breathing was heavy and sweat made his hair cling to his face. He leaned down, kissing you. This time, it wasnβt as rough. His lips moved over yours slowly; careful.
When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes. βLet me go get something to clean you up.β With that, he pulled out of you and exited his room only to return about a minute later with a wet wash cloth. He cleaned you up then released your hands. You waited for him to return to bed then cuddled up next to him.
Chan wrapped his arms around you and kissed your temple. You sighed, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you. βSo,β you began, βhow long have you had feelings for me?β
Chan chuckled, patting your thigh as a warning, βWatch the attitude or daddy will take care of it for you, babygirl.β You giggled, wiggling closer to him. It didnβt take long for you two to fall asleep.
A few weeks went by and although youΒ hadnβtΒ seenΒ Chris, the wheels were in motion.Β You both had your STI tests done and delivered to eachΒ other,Β showing you had a clean bill ofΒ health. Once all theΒ last-minuteΒ i'sΒ wereΒ dottedΒ with the contract,Β it was timeΒ for ChrisΒ to really get the ball rolling.Β Β
HeΒ texted youΒ out of the blueΒ onΒ aΒ WednesdayΒ in the middle of the day. YouΒ satΒ inΒ the middle ofΒ courtΒ and your phone buzzedΒ inΒ yourΒ briefcase. You looked down and then over at Riya and Yeji, the only people who would be texting youΒ normally. Sitting right next to you in court.Β You quickly grabbed your phone and checked it.Β
Chris: firecracker! How about we get things going thisΒ Friday?
Ugh it wasΒ Chris. You rolled your eyes at the nick name and quickly typed back.Β
y/n: Yea okay fine,Β IβmΒ in court right now so IΒ canβtΒ text!
You put your phone back and itΒ immediatelyΒ buzzed again. A few people looked your way and your ears started turning pink. You quickly grabbed it again and looked.Β
Chris: Then why are you texting me?Β π
YouΒ bit at the inside of your cheekΒ irritatedΒ and then quickly typed again.Β
y/n: YouβreΒ insufferable!Β π
You turned your phone off completelyΒ before putting it awayΒ and shotΒ anΒ βIβmΒ sorryβΒ look toΒ the lead on theΒ case,Β who was nowΒ lookingΒ your direction.Β You got through the rest of court that day without making an ass of yourself againΒ and properly apologized to your coworker before heading out.Β Β
By the time you fell into yourΒ favoriteΒ overstuffed chairΒ at home,Β you wereΒ exhausted. You had turned your phone onΒ againΒ onceΒ youΒ left theΒ courthouse. AΒ few text alerts from Chris cameΒ throughΒ but youΒ hadnβtΒ bothered looking at them, stillΒ simmering from his antics earlier. You pulledΒ your phone out as you slumpedΒ back andΒ broughtΒ up your text thread with him. Three unread messages.Β
Chris: You think this is suffering? YouΒ couldnβtΒ last a minute getting domed by me thenΒ π
Your earlier irritation returnedΒ instantlyΒ yet your whole body flushedΒ justΒ at theΒ thoughtΒ of him controlling you.Β
Chris: IβmΒ sure people mistakeΒ youΒ for aΒ domΒ at first glance.Β Even I did.Β The power suits, the lawyer thing...
Chris: but I bet you'd be the most obedient little sub for me, wouldn't you baby girl? π
You could feel your heart racing between your thighs.Β HowΒ wasΒ he equal parts infuriating andΒ intoxicating.Β You tookΒ a deep breath andΒ finallyΒ textedΒ himΒ back.Β
y/n: You wish π
YouΒ kept itΒ short andΒ sweet,Β not sure what else to say. YouΒ figured it would be a while before heΒ replied,Β so you sat your phone down and poured yourself a glass of wine. When you got back to yourΒ seat,Β you wereΒ surprisedΒ to seeΒ there was a textΒ alreadyΒ waiting.Β
Chris: There she is. Thought my little firecracker might have popped on me
Your thumbs moved quickly.Β
y/n: Stop calling me that.Β I told you I was in court, IΒ couldnβtΒ text
AΒ text bubble with dots popped up and you were surprised he was as invested in this conversation as heΒ was,Β but you supposed you were paying him good money to be.Β
Chris: And yet you texted me to tell me that. You must really like me π€
You rolled your eyes.Β
y/n: Please π next timeΒ IβllΒ just ignore you. Werenβt you texting to makeΒ plans?
Chris: Yep, teasing you isΒ moreΒ fun though,Β canβtΒ wait to do it in person
You bit your lip and pressed your legs together. He was honestly giving you whiplash withΒ theΒ mood swings between irritated and horny.Β
y/n: IβllΒ be out of the office by 6Β onΒ Friday, you can get here around 7:30
Chris: YouβreΒ no funΒ π
YouΒ couldnβtΒ help theΒ smallΒ smile that appeared on your face knowing he wasn't getting the reaction he'd hoped for.Β
y/n: I trust you have the address to myΒ apartment?
ThatΒ hadΒ been one amendment you had made to the contractΒ in the end.Β All ofΒ your βdatesβ as Chris called them, were to be at your apartment forΒ maximumΒ discretionΒ andΒ your comfort.Β HeΒ hadnβtΒ seen anyΒ reason whyΒ not.Β
Chris: Yea I got it firecracker
y/n: GoodΒ seeΒ you Friday and stop calling meΒ that!
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Chris: XDΒ seeΒ you Friday.Β DonβtΒ go dreaming about me now π
y/n: Goodnight Chris!
Chris: Lol!Β GoodnightΒ
Ugh! You tossed your phone aside, downed the rest of your wine and poured another glass before getting ready for bed.Β Worked upΒ in more than one way.Β Β
It was only a day away when you had madeΒ yourΒ plansΒ withΒ ChrisΒ so youΒ werenβtΒ really sureΒ why you were so surprised when it was suddenlyΒ Friday.Β LuckilyΒ all your work was in the office that day because you were a complete ball of nerves. So much so that evenΒ SeungminΒ noticed.Β
βUh heyΒ Ms-Β I mean y/n. I...Β areΒ you okay? I mean you just seem a little...Β I mean...Β whatΒ IΒ donβtΒ meanΒ is... well...Β βΒ You gave him a tight smile,Β putting on your court room face.Β
βIβmΒ fine,Β justΒ tiredΒ from the week is all. Thanks for asking thoughΒ Seungmin!β He beamed atΒ you,Β happy youΒ hadnβtΒ taken offence,Β his eyes turning into littleΒ crescents.Β
βOf course! Say,Β IβllΒ grab you a cup of coffee!Β Maybe aΒ littleΒ caffeineΒ will help get you through the last leg of the day!β You went to protest.Β
βOh noΒ SeungminΒ I can have myΒ assis-β He put a handΒ upΒ stopping you.Β
βReallyΒ itβsΒ no trouble! I was just thinking about getting some for myself anyway.β YouΒ smiledΒ thankingΒ himΒ and he ran off to get your coffee.Β SeungminΒ was so sweet when most of the guys you met in this business were complete assholes. YouΒ appreciated that aboutΒ him.Β When he delivered yourΒ coffeeΒ he sat it on your desk and made a quick exit instead of lingering. Another thing you appreciated about him since you had so much on your mind.Β Β
You ran down the check list of things to do when you got home. TidyΒ the placeΒ a little, shower, figure out just what the fuck you were supposed to wear, oh andΒ letΒ a complete strangerΒ touch you in your most intimate places. Fuck!Β What had youΒ gotten yourselfΒ into?Β
YouΒ didnβtΒ doddle when you got home. YouΒ decidedΒ onΒ a simple pair ofΒ longΒ silk pajamas in the endΒ and then ended up pacing the apartment until the bell to your door rang. You looked at the camera and saw Chris.Β Β
You half expected him to show up in a suit likeΒ heβdΒ had on at yourΒ initialΒ meetingΒ but you were surprised to see he was wearingΒ jeansΒ andΒ whiteΒ t-shirt withΒ a blackΒ jacket. You hit theΒ buttonΒ buzzing him in and waited for himΒ by the door.Β YouΒ openedΒ itΒ as soon as Chris knocked.Β His eyes landed onΒ youΒ andΒ every inch of youΒ wasΒ covered by a set of black silk pajamas.Β HeΒ hadΒ to hold back chuckling.Β HeΒ wasnβtΒ surprisedΒ inΒ the leastΒ to see you covered head to toe.Β Β
βUh..Β hi.βΒ Β
YouΒ quicklyΒ stepped aside and let ChrisΒ in,Β thenΒ closed the door. When youΒ turned,Β thereΒ he was,Β right in your bubble. YouΒ werenβtΒ quite pinned to theΒ door,Β but there wasΒ very littleΒ room between your bodies. You took aΒ shakyΒ breath in, your heart hammering in your chest.Β He smelled amazing. Like fresh laundry and the faintestΒ scent of cologne.Β
βDo you want a drink? I need a drink!β You slid pastΒ himΒ headingΒ towards the little bar you kept.Β He smirked and turned towards you.Β
βSure firecracker, a drink would be great. Whatever the bartender is having.β YouΒ ignored the nickname,Β grabbed twoΒ glasses,Β andΒ poured someΒ of your good scotchΒ in each. YouΒ turned and found Chris already sitting quite comfortably on your couch. You walked over and handed himΒ hisΒ drink,Β his fingers brushing yours on purpose as he grabbed it from you. You pulled your hand away quickly and took a big sip of your drink as you sat on theΒ other end of the couch.Β Your leg nervously bouncing as you traced the rim of your glass with your fingers.Β
βWhy are you all the way over there?β HeΒ asked playfully before gettingΒ up from his spot and takingΒ a seatΒ much closer to you. He quietlyΒ sipped his drink as he watched you squirmΒ for a minuteΒ longer.Β Finally,Β he sat his drink down and then took yours placing it on the table as well.Β He leaned in to kissΒ youΒ and you put your hands against his chest stopping him. He leanedΒ away,Β looking atΒ youΒ confused.Β
βYou actually want to do this, right?βΒ You sighed and nodded.Β
βIΒ do,Β I do.Β I just... IΒ donβtΒ know anything about you andΒ IβmΒ nervousΒ andΒ it feels weird...Β to just... you know...β You started rambling and Chris pressed his fingers to yourΒ lips,Β silencing you.Β
βCalm down. I just wanted to make sure youΒ werenβtΒ feeling pressured to do this just because we signed a contract.Β If you decided youΒ donβtΒ want to do something orΒ anything, thatβsΒ totallyΒ fineΒ okay?Β You say the word, everything stops,Β yeah?β You nodded and he moved his fingers away from your lips. He grabbed your drink and handed it back toΒ you,Β grabbedΒ hisΒ again,Β and relaxed back.Β
βHow about we chat and get to know each other a little?β You let out a heavy breath andΒ yourΒ shouldersΒ relaxed.Β
βThat wouldΒ helpΒ I think. Thanks.β Chris smiled at you and for the first time you noticed his dimples. TheyΒ had a boyish charm.Β They wereΒ somethingΒ about him that wasΒ cute,Β not sexy.Β They wereΒ disarming.Β You both sipped your drinks as you asked Chris questionsΒ about himself,Β making sure to stay away from anythingΒ thatΒ may beΒ considered too invasive for your arrangement.Β Β
You were surprised you were able to carry on suchΒ a long conversationΒ without ChrisΒ irritatingΒ you toΒ the ends of the earth. At some point, youΒ werenβtΒ sure if it was the ease of conversation or the drink,Β but at someΒ point,Β you hadΒ gotten comfortable enough to easeΒ into Chrisβ bubbleΒ more.Β
βHas anyone told you howΒ fuckingΒ pretty your lips are?β Chris asked youΒ out of the blue.Β
βWh-what?β Your ears started to turnΒ redΒ and Chris chuckledΒ as you sat up straighter.Β
βYour lips, has anyone ever told you how absolutely kissable they look?β You covered theΒ shyΒ smile youΒ couldnβtΒ helpΒ cracking,Β looking down and away.Β ChrisΒ grabbed yourΒ hand,Β pulling it away from your face.Β
βLook at me.β You did as he said and when you lockedΒ eyesΒ you felt your heart in your throat.Β
βIβmΒ gonnaΒ kiss you, is that okay?β You noddedΒ wordlessly.Β
βYouΒ gottaΒ use your words baby.Β IβmΒ gonnaΒ kiss you, is that okay?β You nodded again.Β
βYes.β You answered quietly. Chris leaned inΒ his lips a breath away from yours and paused. Your eyes had fluttered closed and your breathing stopped. A little smile creptΒ onΒ his face. You were so sweet and innocent. He closed the remaining distance and pressed his soft full lips against yours. HeΒ pulled awayΒ andΒ looked at you again. You were frozen in place, eyes still closed. He leaned in and kissed you again this timeΒ with more purpose,Β hisΒ lips parting slightly.Β
When you gentlyΒ fistedΒ his hoodie and tilted yourΒ head,Β he took theΒ opportunityΒ to deepen the kissΒ further, sliding his tongue into your mouth.Β Your head had never felt soΒ swimmyΒ and it wasΒ just from kissingΒ someone. You wondered if it was theΒ drinkΒ affecting youΒ orΒ if it wasΒ reallyΒ justΒ him.Β After a moment he broke the kiss just to breathe. YouΒ realized the grip you had on hisΒ sweatshirtΒ and let go.Β
βIβmΒ sorryΒ I-β Chris laughed and brushedΒ your apologyΒ off,Β inching closer.Β
βNoΒ itβs okay, donβt be.β You relaxed again and laughedΒ a little.Β
βYouβre a really good kisser.βΒ He ran his thumb across yourΒ pinkΒ bottom lip.Β PullingΒ it fromΒ between your teeth.Β
βI am?βΒ YouΒ askedΒ surprised.Β ChrisΒ nodded,Β leaning in again.Β
βYea...Β but let me double check.βΒ He smirked andΒ his lips found yoursΒ again. YourΒ make outΒ session heatedΒ up quicker this timeΒ now that you wereΒ moreΒ familiar with his lips. ChrisΒ wrapped hisΒ arms around you,Β pulling you onto his lap.Β As soon as you were straddling him, you felt him hard underneath you.Β PressingΒ through the layers of clothes,Β against your throbbingΒ heat. Kissing YOU was making him hard? You froze. LikeΒ literally yourΒ whole body went rigid, joints locking in place, lips no longer moving. Chris stopped.Β
βHey,Β youΒ okay?βΒ You nodded quickly, too quickly.Β
βTalk to me, whatβs up?β You stammered a little before gettingΒ yourΒ words to work.Β
βYouβre uh...β You looked down and his eyes followed before lookingΒ back upΒ atΒ youΒ laughing a little.Β
βHard as fuck?β You nodded hesitantly.Β Not the wordsΒ youβdΒ have chosen but still theΒ jistΒ of your point.Β
βYou might be paying meΒ baby girlΒ butΒ youβreΒ still a beautiful womanΒ sitting in my lapΒ with her tongue in my mouth.Β PerkΒ of the job.βΒ Your face burnedΒ at hisΒ admissionΒ and Chris thought it might very well be the cutest thing he ever saw.Β You were gorgeous but sometimes you acted like no one had ever told you.Β HeΒ didnβtΒ know it was because, really, no one had.Β He grabbed your face and pulled you inΒ for anotherΒ kissΒ but he could still feel the tension in your body. He pulled away enough to speak.Β
βTry and relax.βΒ HeΒ whispered against your lips.Β YouΒ pulled back andΒ breathed out a huff of air frustrated.Β
βIβmΒ TRYING.β His handsΒ trailed down yourΒ body,Β resting on your hips.Β He kissed youΒ again,Β trying to gently suggest grindingΒ against him byΒ assistingΒ yourΒ movements,Β butΒ youΒ wereΒ stiff. He pulledΒ away and leanedΒ back on yourΒ couch,Β looking up at you in his lap.Β
βYouΒ canβtΒ possibly beΒ this wound up in court. YouΒ donβtΒ get this kind of apartment without beingΒ a damn good lawyer.β You sighed. He sounded frustrated and youΒ couldnβtΒ blame him. You wereΒ frustratedΒ with yourself.Β
βIβmΒ sorry.Β IβmΒ not,Β but this isnβt exactly court, is it?β Chrisβ thumbs rubbedΒ soothing shapes intoΒ theΒ silkΒ pajamasΒ covering yourΒ hips.Β
βDonβtΒ apologize.Β ItβsΒ okay,Β just give me the confidence youΒ have whenΒ youβreΒ tearing into someΒ scumbagΒ youβreΒ cross examining on the stand.β YouΒ couldnβtΒ help but laughΒ because he madeΒ itΒ soundΒ like aΒ Law and OrderΒ episode.Β
βIβmΒ a defenseΒ attorneyΒ Chris. The scumbag is usually myΒ client.Β How do you think I afford this apartment?β Chris burst out laughing and somehow seeing hisΒ crescentΒ eyesΒ andΒ deep setΒ dimples as he was cracking upΒ underneath you helped you relax a little.Β ItΒ remindedΒ youΒ thatΒ this was supposed to be fun.Β Β
Chris felt the way you meltedΒ into himΒ a little and took advantage of the opportunity.Β He leaned forward catching your cupidβs bow between his plump lips andΒ when heΒ gently guided you to start moving against him, you did.Β He broke the kiss and started peppering more down your jaw and neck.Β
βThatβs it.β He whispered his hotΒ breathΒ fanning against your skin.Β
βRelax... find what feels good...β You listened to his instructions and adjusted a little, pressing into his hard onΒ more,Β grinding a little harder. YourΒ body wasΒ heating up quicklyΒ and although youΒ werenβtΒ exerting muchΒ energyΒ you were breathless.Β
βHowβs itΒ feelΒ hmm?β You rode himΒ a little faster now, gripping his hoodie for leverage.Β
βGood... really good.βΒ You panted.Β Chris gripped your hipsΒ tighterΒ helping you find a goodΒ rhythm, your silky breasts bouncing in his face.Β
βFuck,Β youβreΒ so pretty andΒ you feel so good riding me like thatΒ baby girl. Can I suck on your tits?β YouΒ didnβtΒ expect his directΒ questionΒ and yourΒ hipsΒ falteredΒ a moment butΒ didnβtΒ stop. You hesitated but then nodded.Β
βWords baby. YouΒ gonnaΒ let me suck on your pretty tits while youΒ rideΒ me?βΒ His words hit yourΒ core,Β making you throbΒ hard.Β
βYess...βΒ YouΒ moaned.Β Chris started unbuttoning the front of your pajamasΒ and you started to slowΒ down.Β
βDonβt stop.β His voice wasΒ commanding,Β and you continued to drag your hips against his, your panties and pajama bottomsΒ on their way to beingΒ ruinedΒ you were so wet. Chris slowly undid each buttonΒ of your top,Β licking andΒ kissing his way down your sternum. Once the last button wasΒ unfastened,Β his hands slid under the shoulders of your top and pushed it down your arms.Β
βFuck you have perfect tits baby girl,Β gorgeous.βΒ Chrisβ soft lips wrapped around one of your nipples and started sucking gently.Β
βOH!β Your hips falteredΒ againΒ but Chrisβ grip returned to your hips urging you to continue riding him. He pulled away from your breast withΒ wetΒ aΒ pop.Β
βDonβt stop riding meΒ until you cum.β HeΒ ordered. HeΒ tookΒ your other nipple into his mouth,Β suckingΒ onΒ it harder than the other,Β pulling moreΒ breathlessΒ moans from you.Β His filthy words going straight to your core.Β After giving each of yourΒ breastsΒ equal attentionΒ andΒ suckingΒ a coupleΒ marksΒ onto them,Β Chris pulled you down into another bruising kiss,Β slightly changing the angle you were riding him, making hisΒ bulgeΒ rub against your clit harder.Β
βOh my god!βΒ ChrisΒ smirked and helped you keep your rhythm so youΒ wouldnβtΒ lose your momentum.Β
βThatβs itΒ keepΒ going beautiful,Β wannaΒ see the pretty face you make when you cumΒ for me.βΒ He grabbed your face and kissed you hard, his tongue forcefully invading yourΒ mouthΒ and that was it. YouΒ wrapped your arms around hisΒ shoulders,Β fingers threading through the hair at his nape. YouΒ buried your head in his neck as youΒ let out a chokedΒ moanΒ of Chrisβ nameΒ and came. His arms wrapped around you holding you close letting you ride out the orgasm you were havingΒ as long as possible.Β When your hips finally stilled you were breathing heavy and trembling.Β
βYou good?β You were still trying to catch your breath and find your voice when he asked. HeΒ shifted,Β moving you,Β gently holding your face in his hands.Β
βYou good?β You nodded finally, licking your lips so you had the ability to speak.Β
βYeah,Β yeah,Β IβmΒ good...Β IβmΒ great.β You started having a fit of giggles from the rush of what just happened. ChrisΒ couldnβtΒ help but laugh too.Β
βGood! Congratulations on your firstΒ non-soloΒ orgasm, your award is anotherΒ orgasm!β Before you could even registerΒ whatΒ heΒ saidΒ ChrisΒ flipped you, your back against the cool fabric of the couch. He took his placeΒ between your parted legs.Β
βWait what?βΒ WasΒ all you managed to get out.Β His hand traced the flushed skin on your chest.Β
βYouΒ didnβtΒ think we wereΒ done,Β did you? I meanΒ yeahΒ you cameΒ with someoneΒ but technically you did all the work so really,Β does it count?β You scoffedΒ and rolled your eyes.Β
βDry humping you until I came, yea I think that counts.β Chris shrugged, his fingers trailing over the marksΒ heβdΒ left before. Goosebumps prickled your skin.Β
βAgree to disagree.βΒ His fingers continued their journey down your bare skin until they reachedΒ the waist band ofΒ your pajama bottoms. ChrisΒ hesitatedΒ a moment, giving you a chance to stop him, to say no ifΒ youβdΒ had enough. When youΒ didnβt,Β his handΒ traveled down andΒ slidΒ betweenΒ yourΒ thighs. He startedΒ rubbing your pussyΒ over the wet silky fabric that clung to you.Β You bit back a moan still sensitive from yourΒ previousΒ orgasm.Β
βMmm, so wetΒ for me baby girl.βΒ His lipsΒ latched onto your chest and sucked another mark.Β You moaned and Chris pressed harder against your throbbing sex.Β
βWant me to give you more?β You nodded.Β
βYes...β You breathed out softly.Β
βTell me what you want.β YouΒ bitΒ yourΒ lipΒ nervously.Β
βWords baby, or Iβll stop.β He started to slow down and youΒ immediatelyΒ spoke up.Β
βWant you to touchΒ meΒ Chris.β He smiled at you sweetly.Β
βWhere?β You reached down and covered his hand with yours.Β
βHere.βΒ It wasΒ almost aΒ whisper.Β Chris gave you a little smirk.Β
βI am touching you here.β You shook your head.Β
βNo underneath.β ChrisΒ bit atΒ his juicy bottom lip and rubbed faster.Β
βYou mean you want me to play with yourΒ pussyΒ baby?β You looked away embarrassed by the words and nodded.Β
βThen look at me and say it.βΒ He had that commanding tone in his voiceΒ again.Β It was neverΒ mean, just firm.Β You took a deep breath and met Chrisβ eyes again.Β
βWant you to put your hand in my panties Chris, touch me...β He waited for the words he wanted toΒ hearΒ and you finally gave in.Β
βR-rubΒ my pussy,Β please.βΒ Chrisβ eyes rolled back in hisΒ headΒ and he thought he might cum in his pants,Β you were so fucking sweet.Β
βOf course.β You let out the softestΒ whine when Chris moved his hand away from your aching heat just for your breath to catch when he tugged atΒ theΒ drawstringΒ of yourΒ pantsΒ roughly, untyingΒ it before dragging his fingers beneath your waist band. He only teased the elastic of your panties for a second before continuing towards hisΒ final goal, your soaked cunt.Β His fingersΒ werenβtΒ even teasing your slitΒ yetΒ and they were already coated inΒ your slick.Β
βAll this... just for me baby?βΒ His fingers finally tracedΒ the outside ofΒ your pussy lips. You nodded quickly.Β
βI thought I was insufferable?β HeΒ teasedΒ moreΒ as heΒ slowlyΒ ran his fingersΒ downΒ your slit,Β so gently, stillΒ nowhereΒ near parting your folds. RefusingΒ to touch you where you wanted him most. You were getting frustratedΒ with him again.Β
βYou are if you donβt touch meΒ already!βΒ AnΒ mischievousΒ smirk spread across Chrisβs face.Β That was what he wanted to see.Β A little bit of theΒ woman that commanded the court room.Β
βThere she is.β HeΒ pressed his fingers against your clitΒ and started rubbing firm and slow.Β
βOhΒ fuck!βΒ Your back arched off the couch.Β Chris leaned down to kissΒ youΒ swallowingΒ yourΒ swears andΒ moans.Β He kissedΒ down your neck and chest.Β YouΒ weaved your fingers through his mussedΒ curlsΒ andΒ heΒ started sucking on your tits again. HeΒ picked up the pace,Β flicking your clit between his fingers,Β using the cum from yourΒ previousΒ orgasm to aid in his movements.Β He kissed his way back up yourΒ bodyΒ stopping at your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell before whispering.Β
βBet you taste so fucking good, canβt wait until I get to eat your sweetΒ little pussy, wonβt stop till your legs are shaking.βΒ Your chest wasΒ heaving,Β you were so close.Β The thought of his head between your thighsΒ only sent you sailing towards release faster.Β Chris doubled his efforts and continued whispering filthy things inΒ yourΒ ear as if anyoneΒ wasΒ there toΒ overΒ hear.Β
βGonnaΒ have toΒ suck youΒ off ofΒ my fingers later whenΒ I'mΒ jerking offΒ thinking about this.Β IβllΒ cum so fucking hard.βΒ Chris flattenedΒ threeΒ fingers and started rubbing your clit fastΒ and messy.Β
βLet goΒ for me baby girl, want you to cum all over my fingers.β Your back arched off the couchΒ againΒ as you came hard. YouΒ clutched Chrisβ shoulder so tightly he was certain there would be little crescent shaped marks from your nails there tomorrow.Β Uncontrollable moans kept coming from you as Chris continued rubbing fast and rough, prolonging your orgasm. HeΒ didnβtΒ stop until you grabbed his wrist, shaking, sweat beadingΒ aroundΒ your temples.Β
βT-tooΒ much!βΒ HeΒ listened andΒ stopped. Your legs twitchedΒ as the aftershocks of the most intenseΒ orgasmΒ youβdΒ everΒ hadΒ dissipated. Chris ran his fingers down your slit towards your entrance coating his fingers in your cumΒ before removing them from your pants. He traced your burning skin with his other hand while you came downΒ from yourΒ high.Β Β
Once your breathing returned toΒ somewhat normalΒ you opened your eyes and saw Chris kneeling between your legs,Β obvious hard on pressing against his jeans.Β Without really thinking you sat up and reached for him,Β palming his cock over his pants. Chrisβ eyes wentΒ wideΒ and he grabbed yourΒ handΒ pulling it away.Β
βY-youΒ donβtΒ have to do that. I mean, I can deal with that later, just relax, catch your breath...β After whatΒ heβdΒ just done to you, you wanted to make him feel goodΒ tooΒ but youΒ couldnβtΒ very well sayΒ thatΒ could you?Β That wouldΒ probably beΒ kind of weird.Β
βWell...Β itβsΒ just... well I would beΒ kind of aΒ hypocrite if IΒ didnβtΒ alsoΒ make sureΒ I knew how to pleasure my partner... right?Β I mean the whole pointΒ of me putting things offΒ wasΒ ensuringΒ mutual satisfaction.β Chris satΒ there and looked at you for a moment like you were a math problem he was trying to figure out.Β
βAre you sure?Β IβmΒ 100% okay with just-β You cut him off.Β
βIβm sure.β HeΒ hesitatedΒ a moment thenΒ nodded and let go of your hand. YouΒ palmed him over his pants againΒ gentlyΒ but it was at that point that you realized you reallyΒ didnβtΒ know what the fuck you were doing. ChrisΒ picked up onΒ thatΒ prettyΒ quickly.Β
βStart with just draggingΒ your palm up and down slowly, grip it a little,Β get used to the feel of it.β You followed his instructions running your palm up and down his bulge, giving it andΒ exploratoryΒ squeeze here and there, watching Chrisβ face when youΒ didΒ toΒ seeΒ if youΒ wereΒ doing it right.Β
βLike that?β YouΒ asked unsure as youΒ gave the base a squeeze and draggedΒ your palm up firmer.Β He closed his eyes, head tilting back,Β enjoying the feeling of your hand on him even through his jeans.Β
βFuck yes baby girl. JUST like that.β You didΒ that a few more times,Β gently squeezing his tipΒ before running your hand back down his clothed cock.Β
βCan IΒ take it out andΒ touch it?βΒ Chrisβs eyes flewΒ openΒ surprised by your request.Β
βYou want to?βΒ HeΒ cockedΒ hisΒ browΒ and youΒ bit your lipΒ shrugging.Β
βWords.Β Use them.β You rolled your eyes.Β
βYes okay, yes I want to touch you.β Chris relaxed backΒ again,Β spreading his legs for you.Β
βWell then touch away.β HeΒ saidΒ smirking.Β You gave him an irritatedΒ lookΒ and he got seriousΒ again.Β
βReally, touch as muchΒ or as littleΒ as you want, no pressure.βΒ You crawledΒ closerΒ towards him and took your spot between his legs. Your hands rested on his thighs. Jesus they were thick and strong and suddenly you started toΒ wonderΒ what he looked like under all these clothes.Β You ran your hands up his thighs slowly, likeΒ heβdΒ done when he was touching you.Β Β
You reached his fly and unfastened the button. You started pulling the zipper down a tooth at a time.Β Chris watched, ready to guide you until you looked up atΒ himΒ smirking. HeΒ scoffedΒ realizing itΒ wasnβtΒ apprehension stopping you. You were teasing himΒ back.Β
βWhoβs being insufferable now?βΒ You laughed a little and pulled the zipper down the rest of the way. You grabbed the waist band of his jeans andΒ underwearΒ and Chris lifted his ass up off the couch so you could pull them down enough for his cock to spring free. When youΒ saw his dick standing there hard, pink tip leaking, your bodyΒ throbbed with wantΒ even after the two orgasmsΒ heβdΒ given you.Β Β
βSpit in your hand.β ChrisΒ instructed. You snapped out ofΒ itΒ and you didΒ what he said.Β HeΒ grabbed your hand andΒ guidedΒ itΒ towards his shaft. You wrapped your fingers aroundΒ himΒ and he put his hand on top of yours showing you how to pump him. Once you had a little rhythmΒ goingΒ he let go. You kept pumping his slick cock in your handΒ andΒ his breath started picking up.Β You went faster.Β
βFuck yea baby like that, squeeze the tip a little before you go back down...Β ffuckΒ yea like that!β He moaned when you followed his instructions and squeezed,Β hisΒ tipΒ slipping between your fingers momentarily.Β YouΒ didnβtΒ know why itΒ was so sexy watching him fall apartΒ but it was.Β InsanelyΒ so.Β
βSpit on it again, keep it good and wet.βΒ You did as you were told gathering saliva in your mouth and letting it drip from your lips to the tip of his cock.Β You slid your hand up his shaft squeezing before spreading the spit along hisΒ shaft.Β
βFuuuuuckΒ yes! My balls baby girl...Β justΒ tease them and cup them a little.βΒ You did asΒ heΒ saidΒ andΒ the way his body reacted made youΒ press your legs togetherΒ and your mouth water.Β His musclesΒ were allΒ taut like a rubber band ready to snap.Β You spit on his cock again.Β
βFaster,Β fuck!Β DonβtΒ be afraid to squeeze harder, youΒ wonβtΒ hurt meΒ baby.β You increased the pressure of your grip and started stroking him faster.Β
βSay something fuckingΒ nastyΒ babyΒ girl, talk dirty to me, I'm so fucking close.βΒ Talk dirty?Β YouΒ froze,Β unsure of what to sayΒ exactly.Β
βW-what do you want me to say?β Chris pulled at his own curls and cursedΒ himselfΒ under hisΒ breathΒ for distractingΒ you.Β He was dying for you to move again.Β
βFuckingΒ anythingΒ just say the first dirty thing that comes into your head.Β PleaseΒ donβtΒ stop!β YouΒ rememberedΒ what you were supposed to be doingΒ and startedΒ stroking him again,Β harder, faster.Β He looked down at you, yourΒ big doeΒ eyes watching his faceΒ then his cock then his face again, not sure what you wantedΒ to see more when he finallyΒ came.Β You spit onΒ itΒ again. YouΒ keptΒ stroking himΒ hard and fastΒ and said the first thing that poppedΒ intoΒ your brain likeΒ heβdΒ said to do.Β
βWant you to cum for me daddy.βΒ ChrisΒ moaned and hisΒ hips bucked upΒ thenΒ streaks of hot cumΒ landedΒ on your hands. YouΒ kept jacking him offΒ through his climax, his cum aiding your movements.Β YouΒ didnβtΒ stop until his hand closed aroundΒ yoursΒ making you. ChrisΒ laidΒ there for aΒ minuteΒ catching his breath.Β Β
βW-was that... okay?β ChrisΒ laughedΒ still trying to breatheΒ normal.Β
βYes. Fuck yes. That was fucking great.βΒ When heΒ finally managed toΒ openΒ hisΒ eyesΒ and look at you,Β heΒ saw you staring at his cumΒ on your hands.Β
βWhy donβt you taste it?β You looked at himΒ wide eyed,Β veryΒ unsure ofΒ thatΒ idea.Β
βGo on baby just a little lick.Β I betΒ youβllΒ like it.β You eyed him for aΒ minuteΒ and he nodded. You brought your fingers to your mouth and gave oneΒ aΒ tentativeΒ lick. ItΒ wasnβtΒ bad, but itΒ wasnβtΒ exactly good either.Β YouΒ definitelyΒ wouldnβtΒ go as far asΒ to sayΒ that you liked it.Β You made a little face and Chris chuckled.Β
βItβs an acquired taste.βΒ You gave himΒ a yeaΒ fuckingΒ rightΒ lookΒ andΒ he laid back laughing, still trying to breathe properly.Β TheΒ night ended with the two of youΒ cleaningΒ up, Chris heading out, and you hitting the mattress hardΒ as fuck.Β Satisfied in a way that you had NEVER been.Β
Warnings (see updated info about warnings): None. It's suggestive but no smut (yet)
@hityoulikebahng I'm not getting yelled at for not tagging you again lmao
Part 2
ItβsΒ not like you were a virginΒ for any noble reason.Β YouΒ werenβtΒ waiting forΒ marriageΒ orΒ anything. You just wanted it to be with someone who cared enough to make itΒ specialΒ for you. SpecialΒ didnβtΒ have to beΒ a love confession byΒ candlelightΒ withΒ a bed ofΒ roseΒ petals. NotΒ by any means.Β JustΒ someoneΒ who would make sureΒ the sex wasΒ asΒ enjoyable for youΒ as it was for them.Β Β
In highΒ school,Β you wereΒ nothing but anotherΒ nerd to the boys.Β Thick glasses,Β braces,Β with the figure ofΒ a twoΒ by four.Β TheyΒ neverΒ evenΒ looked at youΒ let aloneΒ askΒ you out. YouΒ didnβtΒ really careΒ either. YouΒ wanted to be aΒ lawyer,Β andΒ youΒ wereΒ focusedΒ onΒ studiesΒ soΒ you could get into an Ivy leagueΒ school.Β YourΒ βugly ducklingβΒ phaseΒ endedΒ just in time to startΒ university.Β Now that your braces wereΒ gone andΒ youΒ hadΒ curvesΒ and contacts,Β the college guysΒ definitely tookΒ noteΒ ofΒ youΒ and it was hard to ignore the new attention.Β
There were a lot ofΒ firstΒ dates. A few guys were luckyΒ and gotΒ two or three.Β MaybeΒ aΒ littleΒ making outΒ would happen. InevitablyΒ thereΒ was never enough spark there, neverΒ enough trustΒ that they were focused on your pleasureΒ too, not just their own, so you could neverΒ commitΒ toΒ going any further with them. By the time you took theΒ barΒ exam,Β you wereΒ too busy toΒ even thinkΒ aboutΒ sex.Β Your mainΒ goalΒ at that pointΒ wasΒ to landΒ aΒ jobΒ at the biggest law firm in town.Β Buckner, Shaffer, and Kim associates.Β
ItΒ wasnβtΒ your dream to work as a defense attorney.Β Was itΒ anyoneβsΒ really?Β No,Β defense was aΒ steppingstone in your mind and first female DA in the city had a nice ring to it. If you could get the job at Buckner,Β Shaffer,Β andΒ Kim,Β you would makeΒ a good livingΒ whileΒ helpingΒ maintainΒ a topΒ law firmβsΒ winningΒ track recordΒ and build a name for yourself.Β As luck would have it, after three grueling interviewsΒ with each ofΒ the partners,Β youΒ were hired.Β
ThatΒ wasΒ fourΒ years ago now. Your lifeΒ hadnβtΒ gotten less busyΒ inΒ thatΒ time,Β and you were still a virgin.Β ByΒ thatΒ time,Β youΒ hadΒ becomeΒ an asset at the lawΒ firm.Β To anyone whoΒ didnβtΒ knowΒ better,Β youΒ looked like a daintyΒ flower,Β but youΒ were aΒ powerhouseΒ in theΒ courtroom. Just walking in,Β your presence demanded everyoneβs attention.Β YouβreΒ beautiful.Β Pressed and dressed to impress.Β YouΒ oozedΒ confidenceΒ in front of a juryΒ box,Β and your bosses loved you for it. The way you carried yourself in the courtroomΒ wasΒ theΒ reasonΒ why,Β when yourΒ closest workΒ girlfriends found out you were aΒ virgin,Β they were more than a little shocked.Β
YouΒ werenβtΒ entirely sure how the topic had been brought up. You were at an officeΒ cocktailΒ party for one ofΒ yourΒ boss'sΒ birthdays.Β You andΒ some ofΒ the girlsΒ youΒ wereΒ closeΒ withΒ wereΒ all gathered at aΒ cornerΒ table talking and laughing. The topic ofΒ datingΒ came up and as the drinks continued toΒ flow,Β itΒ shifted toΒ theΒ best orgasms,Β first-timesΒ andΒ disaster stories. You hadΒ apparently beenΒ too quiet for tooΒ long.Β One of your closest friendsΒ there,Β RiyaΒ nudged you playfully.Β
βOkay,Β so spill!Β First timeΒ story. Go!β Your mouth opened and closed like a fish a few timesΒ as your brain lagged for aΒ reply,Β andΒ yourΒ other goodΒ friendΒ Yeji chimed in.Β
βY/n is so badΒ assΒ she probably domed the shit out ofΒ herΒ uniβsΒ deanΒ her first time.β The girls all chuckled in agreement and turned their attention back to you for you to confirm or deny theirΒ conclusionΒ of your badΒ assery.Β You could feel the blush creeping up your neck. There was nothing to be embarrassed about really.Β SoΒ what,Β you were aΒ virgin.Β YouΒ composed yourself,Β cleared yourΒ throat,Β andΒ proceededΒ to confess.Β
βWell actually Iβve never been with anyone...Β like that.β The table went deadΒ silent. RiyaΒ leaned in closer and lowed her voice like you allΒ hadnβtΒ been in on the same conversation up until thatΒ point.Β
βYouβre kidding.β You looked at her matter ofΒ factlyΒ and shook your head.Β
βNo. Iβm not.β The silence stretched after your words.Β
βThereβs nothing wrong with that.β You added after aΒ minuteΒ andΒ all ofΒ the girls erupted inΒ agreement.Β
βNoΒ noΒ noΒ yea of course not no.β They all talked over each other saying the same things. Yeji spoke up.Β
βActually,Β now that I think about it that makes more sense than what I had initially thought, of course youΒ havenβt!β YouΒ straightened up a bit andΒ looked at her funny.Β
βWhat does THAT mean?β Yejiβs eyes went a little wide. She shook her head and hands.Β
βOh!Β No,Β IΒ donβtΒ meanΒ anything bad by itΒ hun. I just mean youΒ wouldnβtΒ be one to settle for just anyoneΒ when you want the job done right.βΒ She winked and smiled. Your shoulders slacked andΒ youΒ relaxed again.Β You got calledΒ uptightΒ a lotΒ and youΒ had,Β on more than one occasion,Β been told youΒ were cold, orΒ had a stick up your ass.Β SoΒ you worried your friends might have thought you wereΒ being stuckΒ up orΒ tooΒ pickyΒ about it.Β They quickly quelled those insecurities.Β
βAnd honestly good on you girl.Β Make sureΒ itβsΒ some of that goodΒ good. After all youΒ couldβveΒ fuckedΒ your TAΒ after you blew him withΒ cinnamonΒ lip plumperΒ onΒ like RiyaβsΒ dumb ass did in college.β Riya jabbed Yeji!Β
βYah! Hey bitch! Better than getting caught sucking the soul out of the deanβs son in herΒ office! BY THE DEAN!β The table erupted with laughterΒ andΒ Riya bumpedΒ shouldersΒ with you.Β
βTrust girly,Β you were NOT missing out.β You suppressed your laugh and were thankfulΒ forΒ themΒ trying toΒ make you feel more at easeΒ about it.Β Β
The topic seemed to changeΒ again,Β andΒ the other girls at the table got sucked into other conversationsΒ and pulled away to danceΒ until finally it was just you,Β Yeji, and Riya at the table.Β You all sat there sipping your drinks conversating comfortably but after a bitΒ youΒ werenβtΒ surprised whenΒ RiyaΒ brought upΒ yourΒ confessionΒ again.Β Β
βSoΒ youβveΒ never hadΒ sex,Β butΒ youβveΒ done other stuffΒ yea? Like oral right?β You downed your drink and signaled one of the waiters for another. You needed to beΒ drunkerΒ if you were really getting into thisΒ with them. Your drink was placed in front ofΒ you,Β and you took another sip before answering.Β
βNo.β YejiΒ chimedΒ in.Β
βOkay but like youβveΒ done under the clothes stuff.β You shook your head.Β
βNo.βΒ RiyaΒ leaned inΒ closer and lowered her voice.Β
βNo one hasΒ everΒ made you... you know...orgasm?β Riya coyly asked.Β You took another big drink and shrugged your shouldersΒ atΒ both ofΒ them.Β
βNope.βΒ Yeji let out a low whistle.Β
βDamn girl.Β YouβveΒ got more restraint than aΒ straitΒ jacket.β YouΒ chuckled,Β shaking your head.Β
βI just want to know itβs going to be good and ifΒ I donβt know itβsΒ going to be then itβs not worthΒ doing it.βΒ Then an idea popped into Riyaβs head.Β
βAnd what if you DID?β YouΒ cockedΒ yourΒ eyebrow,Β turning toΒ look at her.Β
βIf I did what?β Riya rolled her eyes.Β
βWhat if you did know it was going to be good?Β YouβdΒ be readyΒ to give it up?β You thought about it for a second and then nodded.Β
βWell yea, but a sure thing doesnβt just fall into your lap, I mean thatβs the whole point of why I havenβtΒ done itΒ thus far.β Riya nodded along.Β
βAaaandΒ what if IΒ DOΒ just soΒ happenΒ to have a sure thing to drop in your lap?β YouΒ shook your head.Β
βIβmΒ not trying to get set up on blindΒ dates,Β Riya.Β IβmΒ sure whatever friendΒ youβreΒ thinking of is great...β She shook her head.Β
βNoΒ noΒ nothing like that, although that new paralegalΒ Seungmin...Β grrrrr.β She rolled herΒ tongue,Β making a claw with one of her hands. You and Yeji laughed.Β
βNo, I was thinking.Β What if you hired an escort?β You choked on your drink as YejiΒ quietlyΒ absorbedΒ yourΒ otherΒ friendβs idea.Β
βWHA-what?!βΒ You almost shoutedΒ but covered your mouthΒ and caught yourself.Β
βOh my godΒ yeah! Of course!β YejiβsΒ gearsΒ finally fell intoΒ place,Β and sheΒ agreed. You wiped your drink off yourself.Β
βAn escort!? Your sure thing is an escort!? You both have lost your damn minds.β TheyΒ immediatelyΒ started to reason with you.Β
βNow hold on hear me out.βΒ You lookedΒ atΒ RiyaΒ incredulously andΒ waitedΒ for her next words, completely prepared to shut her down.Β
βYouβre a busy womanΒ andΒ yeah youΒ couldΒ try and make more time toΒ date around until you find an appealingΒ guy that stillΒ onlyΒ MIGHT satisfy you.β You went toΒ speak,Β but she continuedΒ before you could interrupt her.Β
βORΒ the three of usΒ could do a little researchΒ andΒ find a highly rated escortΒ whoΒ knows how to pleasure a woman with hisΒ mouth taped shutΒ and hisΒ hands tied behind his back.Β No strings, only orgasms. A sure thing.βΒ She winked.Β You wanted to tell her she was crazyΒ again. You wanted to tell her that was the worst idea in the world but instead you found yourself rollingΒ herΒ words around in your head.Β
βJust think about it, thatβs all I'm saying.β RiyaΒ added,Β not wanting to make you feel pressured into doing anything youΒ didnβtΒ wantΒ to. You considered it a moment longer andΒ nodded in agreement.Β
βI guess it wonβt hurt to look.β The girls both squealed, clappingΒ excited,Β holding back the urge to grab their phones andΒ immediatelyΒ startΒ searching,Β and you downed the rest of your drink.Β
A week had gone by since the seed had beenΒ plantedΒ byΒ Riya,Β and it had only grown each day, weaving through the lobes of your brain. Late at nightΒ youβdΒ pull upΒ escort pages and just stare at the screen, scrolling through men,Β unsure of what exactly you were looking for.Β Surely,Β youβdΒ know when you saw it.Β Right?Β Then one night you got a text from Yeji.Β
Yeji: OMG!Β GirlΒ lookΒ at HIM! *attachment*-Β
You clicked the linked page in theΒ text,Β and you were taken to a very sleek, professional lookingΒ website. It was unlike others you had investigated. Instead of aΒ plethoraΒ of men to scroll through it was a page dedicated toΒ oneΒ guyΒ and one guy only. The layoutΒ of theΒ pageΒ was minimal.Β Aside fromΒ the logo,Β contact info,Β and a smallΒ link to aΒ bio, there was nothing. You clickedΒ the linkΒ and a picture ofΒ perhaps theΒ most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on popped up.Β
Chris BangΒ was the name underneath. You rolled your eyes. βWhat aΒ ridiculouslyΒ cliche escort nameβ you thought to yourself.Β Β You were supposed to take this seriously? You kept reading. The bio seemedΒ basic, age,Β height,Β hisΒ βareas ofΒ expertiseβ.Β Oral, doming, bondage. You read the wordsΒ and looked atΒ his photoΒ again.Β YouΒ could feel your body heating up.Β Just then another text from Yeji came throughΒ making you jump and almost drop your phone.Β
Yeji: Welllll? What do you think?Β Every one of my connections recommended him specifically.Β Should I contactΒ him?
You quickly skimmed the rest of his bio andΒ thenΒ landed on the last line.Β βSatisfactionΒ guaranteed orΒ IβllΒ pay YOU doubleβ.Β Stupid name aside, he soundedΒ pretty confidentΒ in his abilitiesΒ andΒ apparently hadΒ some serious players backing his claims. Seemed like a sure thing. What would it hurt setting up a meeting, just to see? You opened Yejiβs text thread.Β
y/n: Set up an appointment andΒ weβllΒ see.
Yeji: YES! OnΒ it!
An hour or so later another textΒ alertΒ from an unknown numberΒ came across your phone.Β
YourΒ interviewΒ with ChrisΒ BangΒ has beenΒ scheduled for Friday atΒ 1pm. Please meet promptly at the disclosed location. No showsΒ will notΒ beΒ rescheduled.
The rest of that weekΒ you were back and forth onΒ whetherΒ you wouldΒ actually go.Β Riya and YejiΒ knew you wereΒ apprehensiveΒ andΒ hypedΒ you up every chance they got. Before you knewΒ it,Β Friday had arrived and it was time for yourΒ meeting withΒ Chris.Β You teetered back andΒ fourthΒ on the decisionΒ until the last minute. YouΒ finally thoughtΒ βFuck itβΒ andΒ headed out.Β YouβdΒ had a case to presentΒ thatΒ day,Β so you were making your way from the courthouse andΒ would beΒ running a littleΒ behind,Β but you couldΒ stillΒ make itΒ on timeΒ if you hurried.Β Β
Chris wasΒ scrolling through his phone,Β waiting impatientlyΒ in his corner boothΒ forΒ aΒ potential clientΒ who was lateΒ to show up. When the doorΒ to the restaurantΒ chimed quietlyΒ hisΒ pavlovianΒ responseΒ wasΒ to look upΒ andΒ his eyes landed onΒ aΒ stunningΒ womanΒ walkingΒ in. SheΒ wasΒ wearing a tight black pencil skirtΒ that hit just below the kneeΒ andΒ aΒ white silkΒ blouse. HerΒ matching blazerΒ wasΒ perfectly tailored andΒ buttoned up, not a crease or wrinkle in sight.Β Β
Her hair was all pulled backΒ away from her face in aΒ sleekΒ bunΒ withΒ not aΒ singleΒ oneΒ out of place.Β SheΒ lookedΒ like polished silver,Β professional, put together, andΒ incrediblyΒ fuckingΒ uptightΒ Chris thought to himself.Β Definitely notΒ the woman he was waiting on. YetΒ whenΒ your eyes scanned theΒ restaurant,Β they landed onΒ him,Β andΒ you made your way to his table.Β
βChris?β You asked even though you knew it was him from the picture on his bio.Β You were a littleΒ shocked. He wasΒ even more gorgeous in person.Β You had assumed his photo had beenΒ touched upΒ at least a littleΒ bitΒ but looking at himΒ now,Β you realized the photoΒ actuallyΒ didnβtΒ do him justice. ItΒ didnβtΒ pick upΒ little thingsΒ you saw up closer. Like the light speckling ofΒ frecklesΒ he had,Β orΒ just how plump his lips really were.Β Chris wasΒ aΒ little shockedΒ atΒ firstΒ too. Why would a woman like YOU want to hire an escort?Β SurelyΒ you walked onΒ menΒ whoΒ threw themselves at your feet,Β begging for a chance with you.Β HeΒ quicklyΒ put on his game faceΒ andΒ nodded as heΒ stood.Β Β
βYes...β HeΒ took your hand, shakingΒ itΒ gently before pulling your chair out for you.Β
βWhich must make you Ms. Y/l/n.β You smiledΒ politely,Β nodding.Β
βy/n is fine.βΒ HeΒ took his seat again and folded his hands on the table in front of him.Β
βVery well, y/n. I must say showing up late to your interview is not the best way to start thingsΒ off.β YouΒ looked atΒ him. YourΒ brows pulled together.Β Traffic had not been on yourΒ sideΒ and youΒ ended up beingΒ about ten minutesΒ late,Β but what did he mean YOUR interview exactly?Β
βMY interview?Β Arenβt I supposed to be interviewingΒ YOU?βΒ You asked incredulously.Β Chris leaned back in his seatΒ casually, his legs spreadingΒ slightly.Β
βNo.βΒ HeΒ said it likeΒ it was an absolute factΒ youΒ should haveΒ known.Β
βAnd how do YOU get toΒ be so choosyΒ in this... line of work?β YouΒ asked,Β irritatedΒ byΒ his cockyΒ attitude.Β
βLookΒ baby girl, the way this works is,Β you tell me what exactlyΒ youβreΒ looking for and IFΒ IβmΒ interested in taking you on as a client then I will. If not... well...β He smirked and shrugged.Β Baby girl?Β You knew there was a good chance he was going toΒ beΒ arrogantΒ given hisΒ profession,Β but heΒ wasΒ downrightΒ egotistical! It wasΒ unreal!Β Β
You wereΒ ready to stand up from the table andΒ walk out onΒ him,Β and youΒ hadΒ justΒ sat down.Β As if he could sense your growingΒ irritationΒ reaching a boilingΒ point,Β heΒ shiftedΒ theΒ trajectoryΒ ofΒ the conversationΒ and startedΒ asking questions.Β
βSoΒ what ARE you looking for? AndΒ donβtΒ be shy aboutΒ details. The more I know the better.βΒ You eyed him for a momentΒ debating whether toΒ get up orΒ answerΒ him. YouΒ decided youΒ were alreadyΒ there. You might as well answer the questions and see whatΒ the big deal about him was.Β SoΒ far,Β youΒ werenβtΒ impressed.Β
βOkayΒ fine.Β IβmΒ not going to beat around theΒ bush. It would be pointless.Β IβmΒ a lawyer,Β I'mΒ always working andΒ too busy for dating andΒ IΒ want toΒ have sex for the first time.βΒ Your face turned pink when the words left your mouth.Β Chris leaned forward, sighed,Β and put both hands flat on the table.Β
βSorry I donβt do...Β virgins.βΒ It was like a slap in the face the way he said itΒ afterΒ youβdΒ just been so straight forward about something so sensitive.Β He said it like there was something wrong with you.Β
βExcuse me?β HeΒ grabbed his jacket to pull it on, getting ready toΒ leave.Β
βIΒ donβtΒ doΒ virgins. They getΒ too clingy.Β ItβsΒ neverΒ a good idea.Β SorryΒ nothing against you personally.β You noddedΒ alongΒ as if youΒ understood completely.Β
βOh yeaΒ noΒ of course,Β fuck you too.β Chris stoppedΒ cold,Β onlyΒ one arm in his jacket.Β
βIβm sorry?β He asked with a small chuckle,Β a hint of darkness underneath. You stood grabbing your bag.Β
βI said.Β Fuck. You.Β YouβreΒ an arrogant prick and you know nothing about me to make such assumptions.β You turned toΒ leave,Β and heΒ quickly stood grabbingΒ youΒ byΒ yourΒ wrist,Β stopping you.Β No one spoke to him that way. Everyone always swoonedΒ even when he saidΒ stupidΒ cocky shit. But you, you checked him. It made the hair on the back of his neck standΒ and his skin heat up.Β Β
βSitΒ down.βΒ HeΒ spoke. You pulled your hand away and looked at him withΒ narrowedΒ eyes.Β
βNo.β He put both hands flat on the table again and leaned in, voice loweredΒ and steady.Β
βI said sit.β You scanned hisΒ face forΒ a moment.Β His darkΒ eyes andΒ jawΒ set. YouΒ set your bag back down and took your seat again. ArmsΒ angrily crossed in front of you. Chris sat back down across fromΒ you,Β and you looked everywhere else in the restaurant but at him as you chewed the inside of your cheek.Β He took a deep breath toΒ bring his blood pressure down.Β
βWhy the fuck doΒ you want an escort to be the one toΒ pop your cherryΒ so bad?Β Why not just find some randomΒ dudeΒ to hook up withΒ and fuck him like aΒ normalΒ person.βΒ Like a normal person.Β His words stung.Β Β
βIt wasnβt MY idea.βΒ You bit back.Β He leaned back in his seatΒ again,Β and you couldΒ practicallyΒ feel the arroganceΒ radiating offΒ him.Β
βOkay so then WHY are you even here?βΒ Why WERE you there?Β You let out a sighΒ and slumped back in yourΒ seatΒ feelingΒ defeatedΒ by the situation.Β
βBecauseΒ I justΒ donβtΒ want it to be aΒ shittyΒ experience.Β I want to enjoy it.Β IΒ donβtΒ want toΒ settle on someΒ assholeΒ that will be more worried about chasing his own pleasureΒ withoutΒ focusing on mine too.Β SoΒ when a friend suggested a professional... IΒ dunno... it made sense in the moment.β Chris nodded.Β
βHow much experience do you have?β You shook your head.Β
βNext to none.βΒ Next to none but some, right?Β He thought to himself.Β Look at you.Β
βBeen eaten out?Β Given head?β YouΒ could feel blush creeping up your neckΒ againΒ at hisΒ directness,Β and youΒ shook your head no.Β
βFingers or toys?βΒ Again,Β you shook your head no.Β
βSurely youβve dry humped a guyΒ or SOMETHING.βΒ You were losing patience again.Β What part of noΒ experienceΒ did he not understand?Β
βNoΒ okay?! The farthestΒ IβveΒ gone isΒ having myΒ chestΒ groped over my clothes while making outΒ in my college dorm!Β NoΒ oneβsΒ ever made me...β Chris looked surprisedΒ and you stopped short of finishing your sentence, your faceΒ completely red now.Β
βNo one?βΒ You shook your head.Β
βNo.βΒ You confirmed.Β
βI see.Β You haveΒ though?βΒ You looked confused.Β
βI have what?β He smirked.Β
βMade yourself cum?β Your cheeksΒ burnedΒ hotterΒ if possible. Your faceΒ wasΒ fully on fire now.Β
βI have but...Β itβs not easy.β YouΒ answered quietly, truthfully.Β
βDo you putΒ yourΒ fingers inside?β Chris licked his plumpΒ lips,Β and youΒ had to press your thighs together under the tableΒ because ofΒ his words.Β
βWhy are you asking me this Chris? You said youΒ donβtΒ βdoΒ virginsβ.Β WhatβsΒ the point?βΒ He shook his head.Β
βAnswer the question.β You sighedΒ and answered.Β
βNo.Β Itβs hard enough when Iβm focusing on...β You stoppedΒ talking,Β tooΒ shy toΒ sayΒ the words.Β
βWhen youβre focusing on playing with your clit?β You lookedΒ down and nodded. ChrisΒ was a little surprised.Β YouβreΒ not at all what he expected.Β When you walkedΒ over,Β he figured you wereΒ going to beΒ some elitistΒ bitchΒ trying to show outΒ for your girlfriends with a prettyΒ toyΒ on your arm forΒ anΒ event. HeΒ wouldβveΒ never guessed this was who was underneathΒ thatΒ confident woman in theΒ sleek board room suitΒ when you walked in.Β
βYouΒ cameΒ in here so fucking confident, bit back and argued with meΒ when you got pissed, but as soon as I ask some questions about sex you clam upΒ and get quietΒ on me.Β WhatβsΒ that about?βΒ You shrugged,Β your headΒ stillΒ down.Β
βIβmΒ a lawyer. Arguing I can do,Β itβsΒ as easy as breathing. Sex...β Chris noddedΒ understanding.Β
βWellΒ if I agree to take you on...β Your head shotΒ upΒ and you looked atΒ himΒ confused.Β
βI thought...β Chris cut you off.Β
βIΒ canβtΒ just fuck youΒ outright,Β thereβsΒ no way you will enjoy it if we do it like that.Β WeβllΒ have to doΒ multipleΒ dates. At least threeΒ or four. We can work out the detailsΒ of whatΒ weβllΒ do and whenΒ later when we draw up our contract.β You nodded in agreement.Β
βMy normal rate isΒ $5,000 a nightΒ but since youβre a virgin...Β itβsΒ $10,000.β You scoffΒ inΒ utterΒ disbelief.Β
βWhy are you charging me more?!β He smirked and shrugged.Β
βMore work,Β more money honey,Β andΒ donβtΒ forget IΒ guaranteeΒ satisfaction.Β ThatβsΒ my rate. You can leave it or...β Chris leanedΒ forward,Β tracing his finger over your kneeΒ before resting his hand on it, gently squeezing.Β Even through the fabric you could feel your skin burning where his hand touched you.Β
βYou can take it.βΒ HeΒ saidΒ suggestivelyΒ andΒ winked atΒ you. You were angry at your body for the way itΒ betrayed you.Β The way you wanted his hand to wander up your thigh and touch you more.Β
βFine!Β $10,000 a night. Anything else?β You asked shortly.Β
βIf I think ofΒ anythingΒ IβllΒ slide it into the contract for you to go over. Until then...β ChrisΒ removed his hand from your legΒ which youΒ found yourselfΒ missing immediately. HeΒ grabbed his jacketΒ again andΒ offered to helpΒ youΒ up fromΒ your seat. You hesitated but accepted, grabbing your bag. Chris licked those full lips of his againΒ thenΒ kissed the back ofΒ your handΒ before gently pulling you inΒ by your waistΒ with his other. His lips almost pressed against yourΒ ear. You shiveredΒ from the proximity.Β
βDonβt blow up on me firecracker.β He chuckled, his warm breath puffing against your neck.Β You rolled your eyes as he pulled back and motionedΒ for the two of youΒ to leaveΒ together. He followedΒ you closely towards the exit beforeΒ both of youΒ wentΒ your separate ways on the street.Β When you got back toΒ work,Β Yeji and Riya hurried to your office and shut the door.Β
βWell?Β HowβdΒ itΒ go?β You put your blazer on the back of your chair.Β Far too hot after your meeting with Chris. YouΒ turnedΒ towards them.Β
βHe was an arrogantΒ fuckingΒ dick head...β The girls looked atΒ each other nervously.Β
βHe said HE was there to interview ME and thenΒ proceededΒ to tell me he,Β quote, βDidnβtΒ do virgins.β end quote.βΒ The girls bothΒ started protestingΒ on your behalf.Β
βWhat an asshole!Β Please tell me you toldΒ him to go fuck himself?βΒ YejiΒ asked.Β YouΒ nodded.Β
βI said fuck you and got up to leave.β The girls high fived and youΒ couldnβtΒ help but think about the look that had been on Chrisβ face whenΒ youβdΒ said that. Like no one had ever thought to speak to him that way before. It made your blood pump faster and your heart race remembering it.Β
βWellΒ forget him...β Riya said.Β
βWe can find someoneΒ betterΒ I'm sure!β Yeji assured you.Β
βNo need...βΒ You waved them off. The girls deflated thinking you were giving up on theΒ endeavorΒ entirely.Β
βIβmΒ expecting a contractΒ to beΒ delivered to work out all the details of our agreement. When it gets here will one of youΒ personallyΒ deliver it to my office?β They both stood thereΒ speechless.Β
βWait... so...Β you hired him?βΒ RiyaΒ askedΒ amazed.Β You sat down looking at paperwork on your desk and nodded.Β
βBut... you said heΒ was an asshole and that he said heΒ didnβtΒ do virgins.β Yeji inquired.Β
βApparently he makes exceptions for virgins that call him a cocky prick and tell him to go fuck himself.β TheΒ girls stood there a beat longer still in shock. You looked up from your work.Β Β
βDonβt you both have to be in courtΒ for that big case youβve been working on?βΒ YouΒ remindedΒ them. TryingΒ toΒ politelyΒ hurry them out.Β Riya and Yeji looked at the clock and got into high gear.Β
βShitΒ yeaΒ we do.Β WeβllΒ bring you the contract when we get back and help you go over it.β YouΒ declined.Β YouΒ appreciatedΒ itΒ but youΒ wanted to be able to go over it without worrying about their opinions onΒ it.Β It was going to beΒ YOURΒ experience after all.Β
βThank you but thatΒ wonβtΒ be necessary.Β IβmΒ perfectly capable ofΒ reading throughΒ a contractΒ ladies.βΒ They both whined.Β
βBut y/niiiieee...β You looked up from your work again and raised your brow. You pointedΒ at your watchΒ and they gave in.Β
βOkayΒ okayΒ but later tonight we are havingΒ drinksΒ and you are giving us ALL the details from your meeting AND the contract!β You nodded in agreement just soΒ theyβdΒ leaveΒ and you could have a moment toΒ yourself. YouΒ needed toΒ process everything that had happened that afternoon, not to mentionΒ getΒ back to your own work.Β It wasΒ almost theΒ end of your dayΒ whenΒ there wasΒ finallyΒ a small knockΒ atΒ your door.Β
βCome in.βΒ You assumed it was one, orΒ both of the girls,Β with the contract Chris sent over.Β The door swung open andΒ Seungmin, the new paralegal the girls had been on about,Β walked in,Β pulling aΒ file folderΒ from his briefcase.Β You had to admit, theyΒ werenβtΒ wrong. He wasΒ veryΒ cuteΒ butΒ if he was giving you what you thought he was,Β youΒ had no idea why he was the one making theΒ delivery.Β
βSorry if Iβm interrupting your workΒ Ms. y/l/n.β He hadΒ big brown eyes that made him look like aΒ kickedΒ puppy as he apologized.Β
βNo, not at all. What can I help you with?β He held up the file folder and thenΒ leaned in to lay it on your desk in front of you.Β
βYeji and Riya were held up at the courthouse. They said that file was for your eyes only and needed to beΒ delivered asap. IΒ got here as fast as I could,Β traffic wasΒ kind of crazyΒ though.Β Sorry.β You picked up the folder and opened itΒ just to check and be sure.Β SureΒ enoughΒ youΒ scanned the first page and saw Chrisβ name then quickly shut the file.Β You were going to kill them for sending this withΒ Seungmin.Β You looked up atΒ himΒ and heΒ looked aroundΒ your officeΒ nervously.Β
βDid you look at this?β You askedΒ directly.Β SuspiciousΒ of his demeanor.Β SeungminβsΒ eyesΒ lockedΒ on you. HeΒ lookedΒ shockedΒ thatΒ youβdΒ asked.Β
βNo!Β NoΒ I swear! They handed it toΒ me,Β I put it in my briefcase and thenΒ IΒ took it out here in front of youΒ just now. I promise!β You heldΒ backΒ letting out a sigh of relief.Β He was clearly just new and nervous.Β
βReally Ms...β You held up yourΒ handΒ stopping him.Β
βI believe youΒ Seungmin.Β IβmΒ sorry if I made it sound like an accusation.Β Thank you for rushing it over. I appreciate it.βΒ SeungminΒ did not hold back HIS sigh of relief. He bowed and turnedΒ to leave.Β
βSeungmin...β He stopped and turnedΒ backΒ still looking a little nervous.Β
βYou can just call me y/nΒ okay?β HisΒ tensed shouldersΒ relaxed,Β and he gave you aΒ shy smile.Β
βYea, okay. Thanks... y/n.βΒ As soon as you heard the click of your doorΒ closingΒ you opened the file on your desk again and started reading it thoroughly.Β Most of it wasΒ prettyΒ much aΒ basic NDA. StuffΒ to coverΒ his ass and your own. Then lessΒ conventional thingsΒ thatΒ youΒ hadΒ neverΒ seenΒ inΒ aΒ contractΒ beforeΒ came into play but made sense.Β Β
ClausesΒ statingΒ both of you will get STI tests before any sexualΒ interactions wouldΒ take place,Β the use of condoms being mandatory. AnotherΒ statingΒ evenΒ ifΒ you wereΒ on birth control,Β any accidentsΒ ex.Β condom breaking,Β it would beΒ agreed the morning after pill would beΒ used for both your protection and other things of that nature, very in depth.Β Then asΒ discussedΒ prior,Β the cost would beΒ $10,000 a night for fourΒ nights equalingΒ $40,000 total.Β Β
ThenΒ after everything you had read,Β there was aΒ part thatΒ actuallyΒ shockedΒ you.Β If at any time the client,Β Ms.Β y/n y/l/n feelsΒ dissatisfied with her serviceΒ from Mr. ChrisΒ BangΒ she will be reimbursedΒ doubleΒ her total balance,Β equalingΒ $80,000.Β
First.Β You thoughtΒ the βpay you doubleβΒ was just some stupid cocky thing he put at the end of his bio. You never expected him toΒ putΒ his money where his mouth was.Β SecondΒ his name was legally Chris Bang? That was dedication. Ridiculous but dedication none the less.Β Β
You read the contract front to back at least twenty times looking for SOMETHING to argue butΒ whomeverΒ Chris had put this contract together knew their shit.Β What could you say? ItΒ seemed like a sure thing. You picked up yourΒ fountainΒ pen out of itsΒ holder on your deskΒ andΒ jotted yourΒ initialsΒ by the little arrows tabbed on the pages before flipping to the backΒ pageΒ and signing your nameΒ right under Chrisβ.Β Β YouΒ closed the folder and slid it away. YouΒ wereΒ finallyΒ going to lose your virginity.Β
Warnings (only for this chapter) - social anxiety hinted, insecurity, alcohol mentioned, swearing
Pairings - idol!bangchan x female!bsf(oc)
Read chapter one and two here!
IN THE END, Hanuel showed up. She was late β last-minute nerves had her pacing her room for too long. But eventually, she slipped into a dusty blue knit dress and brown boots, forcing herself onto the subway. Now, standing outside the door, her fingers twisted in her bag strap as doubt crept back in, louder than ever.
Her heart pounded. Loud. Too loud. She felt every beat echo in her chest, spreading to her fingertips and toes. The music thrummed through the floor, amplifying the vibrations in her body until it felt like she might dissolve.
She shouldnβt have come.
She hadnβt even told Chan she was coming. Felix had convinced her to keep it a secret after Chan caught wind of the party plans. Let yourself be the last surprise, Felix had said over the phone. Itβll be funny.
But what if it wasnβt? What if Chan didnβt laugh? What if he felt like she was intruding β shoving her way into his life uninvited?
Hanuel forced herself to take a breath, but it did little to calm her down. The thought gnawed at her as she lingered outside the door, fingers trembling against the hem of her dress.
She could hear muffled laughter spilling from inside β voices overlapping, music thrumming through the walls. Every sound made her chest tighten.
Maybe she should leave. She had already called Chan in the morning, wishing him a happy birthday. She could text Felix, say she wasnβt feeling well, and slip back into the subway like she was never here.
Her heart jumped when the door suddenly opened.
Minho stood in the doorway, blinking at her. His usual sharp expression softened into something unreadable, eyes flicking over her like he was piecing together a puzzle.
βOh,β he said, stepping aside without a word. He didn't question why she was hovering outside the door and Hanuel was grateful for it.
She bowed, mumbling a barely audible thank you as she slipped inside. The apartment buzzed with life, the members and others whom she didn't recognise packed into the clusters, too busy in their jokes and teasing to notice her.
Hanuel quickly pressed herself against the nearest wall, fingers twisting the strap of her bag as she scanned the room for Chan.
She spotted him almost immediately.
He was in the kitchen, laughing with Felix and Hyunjin, a paper crown perched crookedly on his head. He looked so at ease β so happy.
Her stomach twisted.
Maybe he didnβt need her here. Maybe he hadnβt needed her for a long time.
But then Chan turned, and his eyes landed on her like a magnet snapping into place. His laughter cut off mid-breath, the surprise on his face so stark that even Hyunjin stopped talking to glance between them.
βHanuel?β Chanβs voice carried over the noise, and suddenly, she wished she really had left.
His eyes were wide, disbelief flickering across his face. He blinked, like he wasnβt sure she was real. Her body went rigid, feet glued to the floor. She opened her mouth to explain herself, to apologize β but nothing came out.
Chan, still staring, handed his drink to Hyunjin without looking. He weaved through the crowd, brushing past people like they werenβt even there, until he stopped right in front of her.
βWhat are you doing here?β he asked, voice gentler this time. βYou didnβt tell me you were coming.β
βIβ¦Felix invited me.β She swallowed, throat tight and then she forced herself to smile, βHappy Birthday, Snapback.β
Chanβs face softened at the mention of the old nickname, a slow grin spreading across his lips. βYou shouldβve told me,β he said, giving her shoulder a light squeeze. βI wouldβve come to get you.β
Her pulse hammered painfully. She couldnβt tell if he was upset or not β if he really meant what he said, or if he was just being polite. She hated how her brain twisted his words, pulling them apart to find problems where there probably werenβt any.
βI...I thought you might not want me here,β she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Chan frowned, brows furrowing. βWhy would you think that?β
Before she could answer, a loud voice cut through the noise.
βHANNI-BEE?!β
She barely had time to brace herself before she was engulfed in a crushing hug, the ridiculous nickname making her suddenly nostalgic.
βBambam?β she croaked, her voice muffled against his jacket.
He pulled back, grinning like heβd just won the lottery. βI knew I saw you!β He shook her shoulders with playful force. βYou disappeared! Why didnβt you tell me you were still hanging out with this loser?β He jerked a thumb toward Chan.
βI β I wasnβt,β she stammered, heat rushing to her cheeks. βI mean, not really, I ββ
βJACKSON, LOOK!β Bambam shouted over his shoulder. βSHEβS ALIVE!β
Jackson materialized out of nowhere, eyes wide with surprise before morphing into a mischievous smirk. βI thought you were a ghost or something,β he teased, ruffling her hair. βHavenβt seen you in forever.β
Her hands trembled as she tried to laugh it off, overwhelmed by the sudden attention. She pressed her fingers into her palms, grounding herself, but her chest still tightened like a vice.
Chan stood beside her, watching her carefully, but not carefully enough to see. He didnβt notice how her smile strained, or how her fingers twitched from squeezing her hands too hard.
He didnβt notice how badly she wanted to run.
βI β itβs nice to see you guys,β Hanuel said, her voice wobbling like a loose thread.
βYouβre shaking,β Jackson observed, not unkindly, but blunt enough to make her flinch.
Chan elbowed him. βHyung.β
βWhat? She is.β
βIβm fine,β Hanuel blurted, voice too sharp, too quick. She felt her pulse throb in her throat, the weight of their attention pressing down on her. Her chest constricted, lungs working overtime as she tried to breathe through the panic creeping up her spine.
She hated how obvious it felt β how she could feel her anxiety bleeding through the cracks, no matter how tightly she tried to patch herself up.
βI should get a drink,β she said, the words tumbling out in a rush. βIβll be right back.β
Without waiting for a response, she slipped away, weaving through the crowd like a ghost. The noise blurred into static, voices warping as her heart pounded louder, faster.
She barely made it to the kitchen before her legs gave out, and she sank onto a stool, fingers digging into her knees.
Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
She counted her breaths, grounding herself against the cool surface of the counter. She pressed her palms flat, willing the tremors in her fingers to stop, to quiet the storm raging beneath her skin.
βHanuel?β
Her heart stuttered.
She turned, and there he was β Han Jisung, standing by the fridge with a half-empty soda can in his hand. His eyes widened when he saw her, blinking as if he wasnβt sure she was real.
βYou...you actually came,β Han said, voice dipping into something softer, more surprised than she expected.
βI...yeah,β Hanuel mumbled, ducking her head. She gripped the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. βSorry.β
βSorry?β Han echoed, stepping closer. βWhy are you sorry?β
For being here. For crashing the party. For acting like I still belong in Chanβs life.
But she couldnβt say any of that, so she just shook her head, biting down on the words before they could spill out and ruin everything.
Han watched her, eyes sharp in a way that made her feel exposed. He wasnβt as loud as the others, not as showy, but his gaze was heavy, like he saw too much.
βAre you...okay?β he asked, tilting his head.
Hanuel tensed, heat rushing to her face. βIβm fine,β she said, too quickly, her voice too thin.
Han didnβt buy it. He set his drink down and leaned against the counter, keeping enough distance so she wouldnβt feel cornered but close enough that she couldnβt escape the weight of his attention.
βChanβs happy youβre here,β Han said after a moment, tapping his fingers against the counter. βHe hasnβt stopped talking about how much he misses you.β
Her chest tightened.
βI doubt that,β she muttered.
Han blinked, taken aback. βWhat?β
βItβs been years,β she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the refrigerator. βIβm just...intruding.β
Han stared at her like sheβd just said the sky was green. βIntruding?β he repeated, disbelief coloring his voice. βDude, youβre like, his favorite person. He never shuts up about you.β
Hanuel froze.
βThatβs not true,β she said, her throat closing up.
βIt is,β Han insisted, shrugging like it was obvious. βHe talks about you all the time β like, all the time. Honestly, I thought you guys texted every day or something.β
The words hit her like a punch to the gut.
Because they didnβt text every day. They barely texted at all. And the more Han spoke, the more she realized how much sheβd missed β how far apart she and Chan had drifted, even if he still talked about her like she hadnβt left. And no one was to blame except for her.
Hanuel swallowed the lump in her throat, her pulse hammering against her ribs.
βI should get back to the party,β she said abruptly, stepping back.
Han straightened. βWait ββ
But she was already slipping out of the kitchen, her vision blurring as her chest caved in.
She needed air.
She needed out.
But Jackson blocked her way before she could run anywhere. "Come on now," he teased, an easy grin spreading across his face, "where are you off to now? Don't tell me you're avoiding us now."
"What? No!" The lies escaped from Hanuel's lips easily, "I just wanted a drink. It's been so long."
"It really has been, hasn't it?" Bambam chimed in, "You were gone so suddenly. Like, poof! I thought you moved to another country or joined a secret agency."
Hanuel laughed, the sound slipping out before she could catch it. βI didnβt,β she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. βI just...stayed out of the way.β
βStayed out of the way?β Jackson repeated, looking genuinely offended. βSince when do you stay out of the way? You used to pick fights with vending machines when they didnβt work.β
Bambam snorted. βDidnβt you punch one?β
βI didnβt punch it,β Hanuel muttered, heat crawling up her neck. βI just...tapped it. Forcefully.β
Jackson doubled over laughing. βForcefully? You fucking dented the thing!β
Bambam wiped fake tears from his eyes. βAnd then threatened to sue JYP for emotional distress.β
βOh my god, stop,β Hanuel whined, burying her face in her hands.
βOr when you kicked a trash can because you were losing in Mario Kart?β Jackson wheezed, clutching his stomach.
βIn my defense,β Hanuel said, voice muffled, βit was rigged.β
βOr when you chased Chan around that park with a slipper as you swore at him?β Bambam added, barely able to breathe through his laughter.
βThat was his fault,β she snapped, peeking out from behind her fingers. βHe stole my ice cream!β
Jackson wiped his eyes, still cackling. βMan, you were fucking wild. I kinda miss it.β
Bambam nodded, smiling fondly. βYeah. You were scary, but fun scary.β
Hanuelβs chest loosened, the weight of anxiety lifting just a little. She didnβt know when sheβd stopped being that person β the one who yelled too loud, laughed too hard, and stormed through life like a hurricane. But standing there, hearing the ridiculous stories spill out like theyβd just happened yesterday, made her feel like she hadnβt lost that version of herself completely.
βYou guys make me sound like a menace,β she muttered, but her lips curled up in a small smile.
βYou were a menace,β Bambam grinned. βAnd we loved it.β
βWait, who was scary?β Felixβs voice chimed in, and they turned to see him approaching with Hyunjin trailing behind, curiosity plastered across both their faces.
βHanuel,β Bambam grinned, pointing at her like he was exposing a criminal. βShe used to terrorize everyone.β
Felix gasped, eyes wide with playful shock. βYou? No way.β
Hanuel covered her face again. βThis is character assassination.β
βItβs true!β Jackson said, wrapping an arm around Felixβs shoulders. βShe nearly broke a vending machine because it wouldnβt give her chips.β
Hyunjin snorted, βHonestly? Respect.β
Felix giggled, his sunshine-like laughter infectious. βI canβt imagine you like that.β
Hanuel peeked out from her hands, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. βThatβs because Iβve mellowed out,β she mumbled. βIβm peaceful now.β
Bambam and Jackson immediately burst into laughter again, doubling over like it was the funniest thing theyβd heard all night.
βPeaceful?β Bambam wheezed. βStop with the bullshit. You threw your shoe at Chan!β
βI was sixteen!β
Felix wiped his eyes, still giggling, while Hyunjin looked at her with newfound admiration. βYouβre kinda my hero,β he said, and Hanuel couldnβt help but laugh, finally feeling the last remnants of anxiety unravel.
For the first time that night, she felt like she belonged β not because she was quiet and careful, but because these people had already seen her chaos and accepted her anyway.
And maybe she hadnβt lost herself completely, after all.
Felix nudged her arm, eyes still sparkling. βYou should hang out with us more. Maybe you can help me scare Chan for revenge.β
Hanuel raised a brow. βRevenge for what?β
βHe stole my last brownie,β Felix said, voice heavy with betrayal.
Hyunjin nodded solemnly. βIt was tragic. Felix almost cried.β
βI did cry,β Felix admitted, clutching his chest like he was still grieving.
Hanuel chuckled, the warmth in her chest spreading. βI guess I can come out of retirement for that.β
Jackson threw an arm around her shoulders. βThatβs the spirit! Wild Hanuel is back!β
Before she could protest, more footsteps echoed down the hall, and Seungmin and I.N appeared, both bowls filled with chips and candies.
βOh, hey,β Seungmin said, blinking at the group. βWe were wondering where everyone went.β
I.N tilted his head, glancing at Hanuel and then bowed. He then turned to the group to ask, "What are you talking about?"
βHanuel-ssi's adventures.β Hyunjin grinned, gesturing toward her like she was some kind of legend. βShe was a vending machine warrior.β
Hanuel groaned, but Seungmin just nodded like it made perfect sense. βCool.β He offered her some chips. βWant some?β
She took it, unsure what to do with the sudden kindness. βThanks?β
Before the awkward silence could settle, Han appeared at the end of the hall, panting like heβd run a whole marathon. βWhy are all of you missing?β
Felix smirked. βTalking how wild Hanuel used to be.β
Hanβs eyes widened as he registered her presence. βOh,β he said, voice small.
βOh?β Hyunjin echoed, βThatβs all youβve got?β
Han cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. βI, uh, thought you left already.β
βI almost did,β Hanuel admitted, βBut Jackson and Bambam tackled me.β
βEmotionally tackled,β Jackson corrected.
Han smiled, something softer settling in his expression. βIβm glad you stayed.β
Just as Hanuel started to feel like she could relax, Chanβs voice cut through the chatter, loud and bright. βOh, there you guys are! I was looking for you.β
The group turned, and Hanuelβs heart sank when she saw the girl standing beside him. Leah. She recognized her from the last time sheβd visited the JYPE building β Chan had mentioned she was a stylist for Stray Kids, an Australian whoβd moved to Korea to work in the industry.
βThis is Leah,β Chan introduced, grinning as he gestured to her. βI donβt think you guys have officially met.β
Leah waved, her smile friendly but a little hesitant. βHi!β she chirped in accented Korean, her pronunciation a bit clumsy.
Hanuel tried to smile back, her throat tightening. βHi.β
Leah attempted to continue the conversation, switching to English, but Hanuel couldnβt catch more than a few words. She nodded along, pretending to understand, her chest growing heavier with each second.
She felt small. Invisible. Like a shadow standing at the edge of the circle.
She glanced at Chan, hoping heβd notice her discomfort, but he was too busy laughing at something Leah had said. The more Chan beamed at Leahβs words, the smaller Hanuel felt.
Hanuel pressed her nails into her palm, grounding herself, fighting the creeping ache of inadequacy.
Because, really, why would he notice?
Leah was beautiful. Sun-kissed blonde hair cascaded past her shoulders, eyes a vivid shade of blue that sparkled with curiosity. She had that easy confidence people carried when they belonged, her smile wide and infectious, even when her Korean words stumbled. Even in a simple cropped sweater and cargo pants people couldn't help but pay attention to her. There was a lightness to her, an aura of warmth that made people gravitate toward her, even as she fiddled nervously with her rings when she wasnβt sure what to say.
She was everything Hanuel wanted to be and more.
Fortunately for her, Minho arrived, arms crossed, surveying the group like he already knew they were up to something. βThere you are,β he said, arching a brow. βItβs time to cut the cake.β
Right on cue, Changbin strolled in, holding a cake with way too many candles, his face smug. βI got the cake. Nobody touch it β itβs a masterpiece.β
The group dissolved into laughter, trailing back to the kitchen as they broke into the birthday song. Chan giggled through the whole thing, his dimples deepening as he cut the first slice, and for a fleeting moment, Hanuel wished she could freeze time β keep this exact feeling and let everything else fade away.
But her eyes lingered on Leah, standing right beside him, singing loudly and beaming at him like he was her whole world. They fit so easily together, like two pieces of a puzzle, and it made something inside Hanuel twist.
Still, she forced a smile, pretending she got her whole life together.
Wassup?
This chapter was exhausting and I hope I did well in potraying Hanuel's perspective. I get how annoying the slowburn kinda gets but I don't really wanna rush things, given how much work Hanuel character's need.
Social anxiety isn't something you can deal with so quickly and that isn't the message I'm tryna send. So yeah, bear with me, lmfao. If anything makes you uncomfortable or you're relating with Hanuel's self doubts on any level, leave me a message and I don't mind listening to yall if you don't have anyone else. Sometimes you just need someone to lend an ear.
Moving on, I loved introducing Bambam and Jackson and I love their dynamic. I just love the whole of Got7 and I'm so glad they finally CAME BACK!
Okies, I'll stop rambling lmfao. Sorry, it's late here and I just wanna sleep but then at the same time I'm too excited to sleep because I wanna continue writing (my writers block finally lifted after so long lmfao)
Anywhoo, don't be a ghost! Leave likes and comments. Reblogs helps a lot too <3
Stay safe and I'll come w ch 4 soon! Here's a meme to entertain you till then lmfao
This is funny because I literally have my Maths final exam tmrw and here I am pRocAstiNatinG.
Okies, I'll finally leave yall.
~Candy \(οΏ£οΈΆοΏ£*\))
Warnings (only for this chapter) - very introverted and awkward interaction (is it a warning? idk)
Pairings - idol!bangchan x female!bsf(oc)
Read chapter one here!
Chapter Two: Cashier, Chaos, and Convenience Stores
THE MEMBERS OF Stray Kids didn't forget about Hanuel easily. They used to relentlessly tease Chan about her, poking fun at how often he texted her and insisting on meeting her again β requests Chan shut down every time.
Eventually, they gave up. The survival show began, and soon they had bigger things to worry about. Months passed, and it wasnβt until long after their debut that two of them crossed paths with her again.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as Minho and Seungmin wandered through the convenience store, picking snacks with the intensity of people choosing their last meal.
They were finally given a well-deserved break and the boys decided it to celebrate it with snacks and cheesy movies.
Minho squatted in front of the freezer, debating ice cream flavors. Seungmin poked through the chips, grabbing a bag, then putting it back. Neither of them said a word, the silence between them comfortable.
Finally Minho just took two random blocks of ice cream and stood up. "Ready?"
Seungmin nodded, and they made their way to the register. And froze. Because standing behind the counter β wearing an apron far too big for her frame and nervously adjusting the sleeves β was Hanuel.
Minhoβs brain short-circuited. Seungmin blinked, too stunned to speak. Hanuel stiffened, eyes wide, fingers clenching the edge of the counter.
They all just...stared at each other.
Minho coughed, awkwardly placing his snacks down. "Hi."
"Hi," Hanuel whispered, voice barely audible. She scanned the first item, her hands shaking so slightly it was almost imperceptible.
Almost.
Seungmin cleared his throat, glancing at Minho. "We didnβt know you worked here."
"Itβs... part-time," she muttered, keeping her eyes on the snack bags like they held the answers to lifeβs mysteries.
The scanner beeped, painfully loud.
Minho shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, so... itβs Chanβs birthday soon."
Hanuel paused, fingers hovering over the next item. "Yeah..."
Seungmin nodded. "Weβre having a small party at the dorm. You should come."
Hanuelβs shoulders tensed, her eyes flicking up to them and then back down just as quickly. "I... donβt know. I don't want to intrude."
Minho scrambled to fill the silence. "Itβs really casual! Just us. Cake. Probably some board games."
Seungmin watched her carefully. "Chan would like it if you were there."
Hanuelβs throat bobbed as she swallowed, her fingers fumbling with the snacks. She accidentally dropped a candy bar, and Minho quickly reached over to grab it, their hands brushing for a second. She flinched.
"Sorry," she whispered, cheeks burning.
Minho stepped back like heβd been electrocuted. "No, no! Itβs okay."
Seungmin, to his credit, stayed calm. "You donβt have to decide now," he said, voice low and even. "Just... think about it."
Hanuel nodded quickly, finishing the scan and muttering the total. Minho paid, and they gathered their bags, lingering awkwardly at the counter.
Minho forced a smile. "See you... maybe?"
"Maybe," Hanuel echoed, her voice fragile as glass.
They left, the automatic door sliding shut behind them.
Minho exhaled like heβd been holding his breath for hours. "That was painful."
Seungmin popped a chip in his mouth. "We tried."
Minho glanced back through the store window, watching Hanuel wipe her hands on her apron and take shaky breaths like she was trying to steady herself.
Then suddenly Minho stopped dead in his tracks. Seungmin walked a few steps before realizing Minho wasnβt following. "What?"
Minho turned, eyes wide. "We forgot to get her number."
Seungmin blinked. "Oh." He crunched on another chip. "Your turn."
"What do you mean my turn?!" Minho hissed, panic lacing his voice.
"Youβre older." Seungmin shrugged. "You have more experience regarding this...stuff."
Minho rubbed his face, muttering something under his breath, before squaring his shoulders like he was heading into battle. He pushed the door open, the chime echoing through the store.
Hanuel looked up β and immediately stiffened when she saw them again.
"Uh... did you forget something?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Minho glanced at Seungmin, who made no effort to come inside. Traitor.
He cleared his throat, stepping toward the counter. "We, uh... for the party. We need to text you the address."
Hanuelβs eyes went wide. "Oh."
Minho scratched the back of his neck. "So... could we, like... have your number?"
She looked like she might faint. Her hands twitched, and she quickly grabbed a receipt, scribbling digits with shaky fingers. She pushed the paper toward him without making eye contact, bowing her head like she wanted to disappear.
Minho picked it up, heart thudding. "Thanks."
Hanuel nodded so fast he worried her neck might snap.
He backed away slowly. "Okay, bye."
"Bye," she whispered, staring intensely at the register buttons like they were the most interesting thing in the world.
When Minho finally stepped outside, Seungmin was waiting, face unreadable. Minho held up the paper like a prize.
"Got it," he panted. "Almost died, but got it."
Seungmin nodded. "Proud of you."
They walked back to the dorm, Minho clutching the number like it might vanish.
"Think sheβll come?" he asked quietly.
Seungmin stuffed the receipt in his pocket. "Donβt know," he said, voice calm but thoughtful. "But at least she knows she can."
Minho and Seungmin barely made it a block from the convenience store when they saw someone running towards them.
"Hyung! Seungminnie!"
It was Felix jogging, his hair peeking out from under a hoodie, freckles glowing under the streetlights. He skidded to a stop, breathless but grinning.
"I thought you guys went to get snacks?" Felix tilted his head, eyes flicking to their mostly empty hands. "Whereβs the haul?"
Minho just handed him a bag silently, still dazed from the interaction. Felix peered inside and frowned, clearly dissatisfied. "This is, like, two things. Did you get robbed?"
Seungmin popped another chip in his mouth. "Mentally, yes."
Felix blinked. "What happened?"
Minho rubbed his face, groaning. "We ran into Chanβs friend. Hanuel."
Felixβs face lit up. "Oh! The one he introduced that day? The quiet one?"
Minho nodded. "She was the cashier."
Felix gasped, like this was the most exciting plot twist in the world. "No way! Did you talk to her?"
Minho looked traumatized. "If you can call it that."
Seungmin handed Felix the crumpled receipt. "We got her number, though. For the party."
Felix unfolded the paper carefully, reading the digits like they were sacred text. "Wow. This is progress." He looked up, beaming. "I wanna meet her properly! I barely talked to her last time."
Minho shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking a loose pebble down the sidewalk. "I donβt even know if sheβll come. She looked ready to pass out when we asked."
Felix tilted his head, then nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe sheβs just shy. I can help with that."
Seungmin raised an eyebrow. "Help how?"
Felixβs smile turned mischievous. "Iβll text her."
Minho panicked. "What?! No, we should let Chan handle it."
Felix was already typing on Seungminβs phone. "But Chan isn't supposed to know about the party. Iβll be friendly. Like, super friendly. Sheβll love it."
Seungmin, watching this unfold, casually handed the rest of the chips to Minho like they were watching a car crash in slow motion.
Felix hit send and grinned. "Done."
Minho stared at him, horrified. "What did you say?"
Felix tucked the phone into his pocket, bouncing on his heels. "Just a nice message! Something like, βHi Hanuel, this is Felix! I hope you come to Chanβs party. I promise it wonβt be scary. And thereβll be lots of snacks. If youβre nervous, you can stick with me! :Dβ"
Minho dragged a hand down his face. "Sheβs never showing up now."
Felix pouted. "Or maybe she will because Iβm nice?"
Seungmin shrugged. "50/50."
They kept walking, Felix humming happily like heβd just saved the day, Minho quietly spiraling, and Seungmin enjoying his chips like it was the most entertaining night of his life.
Somewhere back in the convenience store, Hanuel stared at her phone, hands shaking as she read Felixβs message, her heart thudding so loudly she swore the customers could hear it.
She clutched her chest and let out a quiet, panicked breath.
"Snacks?" she whispered to herself. "Stick with him?"
Her face burned.
Oh no.
Sorry this chapter is so short but I promise the next chapter makes up for it! It is from Hanuel's POV. Spoiler! Bambam and Jackson make an appearance (if you haven't checked out Got7 latest album go now shoo)
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Stay safe!
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Warnings (only for this chapter) - pre-debut, social anxiety hinted, skz members are dumb (it's a joke please don't come after me)
Pairings - idol!bangchan x female!bsf(oc)
Chapter One: Caught in 4K (Kind of)
HAN WAS LATE for practice. Again. And the thought of facing Minho's inevitable glare made his stomach sink. He rushed through the corridors, footsteps echoing against the walls, taking a sharp turn - until he skidded to a halt.
Bang Chan stood some distance away from, but that didn't make his eyes widened. The leader was almost always late - caught up with last minute meetings or deadlines. But seeing him with an unfamiliar girl, smiling like stars hung from every word she spoke? That made Han stop cold, staring so hard. In fact, it was a wonder that they didn't notice him - too engrossed in the conversation.
Han panicked.
Instead of walking up to them and greeting the girl β like any normal friend would β he ducked behind the wall. His heart hammered in his chest as he fumbled for his phone, fingers shaky as he dialed Minhoβs number.
The line clicked.
"You're late, Han."
Minho's voice was flat, cutting through the receiver like a blade. No anger, no frustration β just cold indifference. Which somehow made it a thousand times worse.
Han swallowed hard, lowering his voice to a whisper. Why was he whispering?
"Uh, I know. But there are... more pressing matters."
"Like?"
"Like?"
"Did Chan hyung said he was going to bring a girl today?"
Han could hear some mumbling from the other side - probably Minho asking other members. Then Minho's voice came again, "The others have no clue. Is this some sort of prank, Han? Just come to practice. Bring hyung too on the way."
"It really isn't!" Han hissed, glancing around like someone might catch him. "I'm near the cafeteria - you know the corridor near the staircase and well Chan hyung is with a girl. A girl! Just come here? Use the staircase."
The line went silent. Then Minho's curt reply came, "This better not be a prank." And he hung up, leaving Han alone with his spiraling thoughts.
Is Chan hyung dating? Is he even allowed to? Will our group get cancelled because of this? Does JYP knows? Does his parents knows? Does Chan hyung knows? What am I even thinking? Gosh, Minho is going to kill me. I should kill myself at this point. I want to cry. I am hungry. Am I angry? Will that make me hangry?
Before Han's thoughts take a weird turn, sound of hurried footsteps echoed behind him. He turned around, and sure enough, the rest of the six Stray Kids members were sprinting toward him.
"What took you so long?" Han whisper-shouted as the members skidded to a stop beside him, panting.
"We ran," Seungmin huffed, doubling over with his hands on his knees. "Minho hyung said it was an emergency."
"It is an emergency!" Han grabbed Hyunjin's shoulders, shaking him lightly. "Chan hyung is with a girl."
Hyunjin blinked, sweat dripping down his forehead. "And? Let him live?"
"No, you don't get it," Han hissed, peeking around the corner. "He's smiling. Like, that smile."
The members crowded behind him, jostling for space as they peeked around the wall.
"Is that...?" Felix squinted. "Iβve never seen her before."
"Maybe sheβs a trainee?" Jeongin whispered.
Changbin elbowed Han. "Why are we hiding? Should we just say hi?"
Han paled. "What if theyβre on a date? And we ruin it? And Chan hyung kicks us out of the group?"
Minho, the only one not crouched down, crossed his arms. "If you all donβt shut up, theyβre going to see us anyway."
They froze, collectively holding their breath as Chan glanced up, brows furrowing. He scanned the hallway for a moment, then went back to talking to the girl, laughing at something she said.
Hyunjin clutched his chest. "Why is that kind of more painful than getting caught?"
Han buried his face in his hands. "Iβm going to pass out."
Han peeked through his fingers, voice barely above a whisper. "What do we do? I can't just walk in there."
"You were literally the first one who saw them," Minho deadpanned. "Why are we all here right now?"
"Moral support," Felix said, giving Han a thumbs-up.
Changbin squatted down, balancing on his toes. "What if sheβs just an old friend? Or, like, a distant cousin?"
"Chan hyung is Australian," Jeongin muttered. "Would his cousin randomly show up in Korea?"
"Maybe it's a fan?" Hyunjin whispered, eyes wide. "What if sheβs a secret sasaeng?"
Han paled. "Oh my god, what if she kidnaps him? What if she already has him emotionally hostage? Should we call security?"
Minho stared at them, visibly losing patience. "You do realise we haven't even debuted yet. So, how about we just walk over and ask?"
"NO!" Han, Changbin, and Hyunjin hissed at the same time, dragging Minho down behind the wall as if Chan had superhuman hearing.
Minho rubbed his temples. "Iβm actually going to lose it."
They were still squabbling when disaster struck.
Han, too busy panicking, stepped back β and accidentally kicked a trash bin. The metallic clang echoed through the corridor like a gunshot.
"Run," Changbin mouthed, eyes wide.
But it was too late.
"What are you guys doing?"
The voice froze them in place like a spell. Slowly, painfully, they turned to see Bang Chan standing a few feet away, the mystery girl by his side. Chan squinted at them, brows furrowed in confusion.
Hanβs soul nearly left his body.
"Uh..." Han started, glancing at the others for help.
Felix quickly pretended to tie his shoelaces. Seungmin examined the ceiling like it was a work of art. Hyunjin casually leaned against the wall β except there was no wall, so he just collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud.
Minho, the only one who looked remotely sane, cleared his throat. "We... came to get you for practice."
Chan raised an eyebrow. "By hiding behind a wall?"
The members glanced at the girl beside him. She had a forgettable face, straight black hair, and dark eyes that darted away from contact. Her oversized sweater swallowed her frame, and her scuffed sneakers dragged slightly as she walked. Nothing about her stood out β except the way her fingers trembled when she held her phone, as if carrying a weight no one could see.
Chan - sensing the members curiosity - sighed. "Ah, guys," he started, "This is Hanuel. She is my-"
Han didnβt let him finish. He bolted forward, startling everyone as he grabbed Chan by the shoulders.
"Hyung, are you dating her?" he blurted, voice cracking.
The hallway went deathly silent. Felix froze mid-shoelace loop. Hyunjin stayed face-down on the floor like a corpse.
Chan blinked, stunned. "What? No! Sheβs my best friend."
The members erupted.
"Best friend?!" Hyunjin practically shouted, and Felix slapped a hand over his mouth.
Seungmin narrowed his eyes. "Since when do you have a best friend?"
"Why havenβt you mentioned her?" Jeongin added, brows furrowed.
Han didnβt say anything. Instead, he stepped back and just watched.
Because while the others fired questions like bullets, Han saw how Hanuelβs grip on her sleeve tightened. How her breathing sped up, chest rising and falling just a little too fast. How her eyes flicked toward the exit, calculating.
She was panicking. And no one was doing anything about it.
"Weβve been friends since I came to Korea," Chan explained, rubbing his neck. "Sheβs just visiting, so I thought Iβd show her around."
Hanuel nodded, voice feather-light. "Hi. Itβs nice to meet you."
Her voice wobbled a bit in the end, barely noticeable. But Han felt it like a punch to the gut.
"Why didnβt you tell us?" Changbin asked, crossing his arms. "We thought you were secretly dating someone."
Hanuel flinched. Barely.
Han opened his mouth β but then closed it. He had already done too much damage.
"I... I should go," Hanuel said suddenly, taking a step back and forcing a polite smile. "I didnβt mean to interrupt practice."
Chan frowned. "Youβre not interruptingβ"
"Itβs fine," she cut in, her smile too wide. "My shift will start soon."
Chan hesitated. "Are you sure? I can walk you outβ"
"Iβm sure." She nodded so quickly it looked painful. "Iβll text you later, okay?"
And she left.
Just turned and walked away, her steps fast and stiff, her shadow stretching long down the corridor. No one chased after her.
No one said anything.
Except for Chan, who sighed, rubbing his face. "You guys freaked her out," he muttered, glaring at the group.
Hyunjin snorted. "You freaked us out."
They kept talking, bickering like nothing happened.
But Han stayed quiet, staring down the hallway where Hanuel disappeared, the guilt in his chest heavy and unshakable.
Because he was the only one who saw her slowly fall apart.
And he didnβt do anything.
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The funniest hyperfixations have gotta be the ones where you watch something and go "this thing is cute. I like it. not sure if Id call it a favorite of mine but its definitely enjoyable at least" and then cut to a month later and its completely overtaken your life
synopsis - you and felix, your best friend, are watching anime and cuddling on the couch together; and while there's nothing weird about that, why do you feel so weird when he reacts strangely to you playing with his hair?
wc: 4.5k
silly tags: MDNI! 18+, bsf!felix, afab!reader, maybe pining?, felix is a huge cuddler, other seven members exist but are nowhere to be seen, felix likes having his hair played with (me too), PT 1 (maybe pt 2?)
MDNI!! smut warnings under cut!!
WARNINGS: smut, masturbation (f + m), hair pulling, slight choking (not rough), they masturbate in front of each other, post-nut clarity, cum ingestion, reader likes noisy men!! (YES YOU)
Felix was the one you considered your best friend in the entire world, despite having seven other good friends. You and Felix just clicked. Maybe it was because he'd stay up playing video games with you, or make you late-night desserts even though you both agree you shouldn't be allowed to have snacks after 11 pm. Or maybe it was the fact that you found him the cutest out of the eight, making him the easiest to tease. (The insane cuteness aggression you get)
The apartment was unusually quiet today, the kind of silence that felt rare in a space usually filled with chaotic laughter, competitive yelling from game nights, or the general commotion of eight boys who all somehow coexisted without killing each other. But tonight, it was just you and Felix, sprawled on the couch, tangled in a way you both swore no one else would ever find out about.
Somehow, you were always falling for Felix's lures, agreeing to the "no telling" pact after Felix hit you with those wide, pleading eyes. It was unfair, honestly. A weaponized look that had no business being as effective as it was.
βJust this once,β you had muttered at the time, already knowing you were lying. It was never just once with Felix.
And now, here you were; his head resting on your chest, your fingers weaving lazily through the soft strands of his black hair. His eyes were half-lidded but determinedly focused on the anime playing in front of you, though he was obviously on the verge of dozing off. His long, delicate fingers absentmindedly traced light patterns along your arm, the subtle scratching oddly soothing.
βDon't fall asleep, Lix," you teased quietly, though the warmth of your voice lacked any real scolding. "You're gonna miss the three episodes of filler!β
βMβnot,β he mumbled, voice heavy with exhaustion. But the way his body melted further into yours suggested otherwise.
A soft laugh escaped you. βSure, sure. Just resting your eyes, hm?β
Felix hummed in contentment, clearly too comfortable to argue. "Youβre a good... head massager," he admitted with a lazy grin, though it quickly faded into something softer as he shifted his head slightly, nuzzling closer without a care.
You knew this was dangerous territory, the kind of scene the other boys would never let either of you live down. Hyunjin would tease Felix mercilessly for his "puppy syndrome," and Chan would probably lose it at the idea that you of all people caved to cuddling. No, this would definitely remain a secret.
Your fingers slid into his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp as Felix let out a soft, pleased hum. It was barely a sound, but the scratch of his voice sent a strange flutter through your chest, one you couldnβt quite place. He shifted slightly against you, his body curling closer as if he were trying to burrow into your warmth.
"That feels so good," he murmured, his voice low and sleepy. Another noise escaped him; a quiet, deep sound of contentment that shouldnβt have meant anything but, for some reason, made the air feel a little heavier. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way your pulse picked up. It was just Felix. Your best friend. Nothing weird about this.
But as his quiet little noises continued, your hands faltered. The sound; it wasnβt wrong, exactly, but it feltβ¦ intimate in a way you werenβt used to, like you were overhearing something private. You hesitated, your fingers slowing to a stop as you tried to collect yourself.
Felix stirred, a small whine escaping him as he looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes. βWhyβd you stop?β he mumbled, the tiniest pout forming on his lips. βIt was nice.β
You laughed nervously, your hand hovering above his head. βI donβt know. Justβ¦ thought you were about to fall asleep.β
βI wasnβt.β He yawned, completely ruining his point, before nudging his head against your chest again. βPlease? Just a little more?β His voice was so soft, so innocent, that you felt ridiculous for overthinking it.
Still, when you started again, something about it felt different. His little hums of satisfaction grew deeper, quieter, like they were traveling straight to your core and wrapping themselves around your nerves. It heightened your awareness of everything; the warmth of his body against yours, the weight of his head on your chest, the way his hand idly traced your arm.
You swallowed hard and quickly adjusted, opting to rake your fingers through his hair instead. It felt safer somehow, less intimate than the slow, deliberate scratches. Felix didnβt seem to mind, his eyes fluttering shut again as he relaxed fully against you.
βBetter?β you asked softly, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt.
βMhm,β he murmured, his lips tugging into a small, sleepy smile. βYouβre the best.β
Your stomach flipped, and you had to bite back a groan. This was Felix. Just Felix. So why did you like these sounds so much? Why did you want so badly to tug on his hair to see what sound he'd make? You couldn't boil this down to just 'cuteness aggression', it sounded way too perverted in your head to be left at that.
You could only blame your curiosity, the sudden urge to explore what other sounds you could get out of him. Would he whine if you pulled his hair a bit harder? Would he moan if you lightly dragged your nails across the sensitive spot on his head? The thoughts raced through your mind, a whirlwind of possibilities that shouldnβt have been so exciting, yet they were.
You clenched your jaw, willing the thoughts away as shame crawled up your neck. Your hands stilled in his hair, fingers frozen mid-motion. You needed to stop before your imagination ran even wilder.
Felix's body tensed against yours, his head shifting slightly as he let out a pitiful whine. βNooo,β he protested softly, his voice coated in drowsy frustration. His sleepy eyes blinked open, glassy and pleading. βDonβt stop,β he begged, barely above a whisper. βPlease? Feels nice...β
That voice, low and soft, made your already frayed nerves snap. You tried to ignore the flutter in your chest, the way your breath caught at how needy he sounded. But it only got worse when he used those eyes again, wide and shimmering with earnest desperation, pulling at you in ways that felt dangerous.
You should have ignored him. You should have laughed it off and told him to watch the show. But you didnβt. Instead, your fingers clenched reflexively, twisting gently into his hair without thinking.
Felix gasped softly, his body jerking slightly at the sudden tug. A quiet, breathy sound slipped from his lips, half a moan, half a whimper; and it undid you. Your pulse raced, heat flaring in your chest and spreading like wildfire as you struggled to keep your composure.
Felixβs eyes widened, the sleepy haze lifting just enough for curiosity to spark in their depths. His lips parted slightly as if processing the situation in slow motion, the sharp tug, your face burning up, the way your breathing had quickened ever so subtly.
A sudden realization flickered across his expression, and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The anime played in the background, completely forgotten now.
"Did- did you like that??"
Fuck.
He caught on.
You didn't know what to say, your mouth opening and closing several times.
"You...you did," he whispered, more a statement than a question, his voice thick with disbelief.
"Lix-" you started, not sure where to go.
"Do it again," he urged, his eyes settling on your face, his soft hands reaching up to rest on your shoulders .
"Again??" You squeaked, feeling embarrassed at how turned on you were getting.
"Please, just..." he bit his lip, and oh god, that wasn't helping at all. "...please."
Felix was your best friend, but you like the sounds of his voice and his little moans a little too much to risk it.
The embarrassment burned under your skin, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him no. Slowly, cautiously, you curled your fingers into his hair, the same way you'd done earlier. Only this time, you tugged harder, letting the strands slide between your fingers.
Felix's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping him as his head tilted back, his eyes slipping shut. "Oh..." he whispered, his voice breathy and strained. He bit his lip again, the sight nearly undoing you.
"Lix," you said, the word coming out hoarse. "I-"
"Don't stop," he breathed, his hands gripping your shoulders a little tighter. "Just- just one more time."
Your fingers tightened into his hair, tugging a little harder this time. Felix's mouth fell open, a moan slipping free as his eyes fluttered opened, dark and unfocused. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his cheeks burning red. He was looking at you with such raw, shameless desire that you didn't know how to handle it. You were pretty sure you were shaking.
You could feel the now drenched fabric of your panties clinging to you, your entire body thrumming with need. Felix's body was warm and solid, his grip on you desperate as your leg experimentally lifted. You could feel his length pressing into your leg, his need becoming clear.
Felixβs body went rigid as he suddenly snapped out of his tired, needy trance, his flushed face contorting with embarrassment. He sucked in a sharp breath, his wide eyes flickering downward before realization hit him like a truck.
βOhβuh, sorryββ he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as he scrambled to pull away from you. His movements were jerky, frantic, as though physical distance could erase the undeniable evidence of his body's reaction. He stood up too quickly, nearly tripping over his own feet.
You blinked, still caught in the haze of heated confusion. βWait-β you pleaded instinctively, reaching out to catch his wrist before he could escape.
βI canβt,β he muttered, shaking his head as though trying to clear it. His face was bright red, the tips of his ears burning. βIβI shouldnβtβI meanβthis is justββ
βFelix,β you interrupted softly, your voice steadier than you felt. Your grip on his wrist tightened just enough to keep him from bolting. βDonβtβ¦ donβt go.β
βIββ He bit his lower lip, clearly at war with himself, torn between wanting to vanish into thin air and staying despite the mortifying situation. His breathing was shallow, uneven, and you could tell how desperately he was trying to regain control.
You swallowed hard, heart pounding so violently it was a wonder he couldnβt hear it. Heat crawled up your neck as words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them. βYou donβt have to go,β you murmured, barely above a whisper. βI meanβ¦ if you want to stay.β
Felix blinked at you, bewildered. βStay?β he repeated dumbly, his voice cracking again.
βIββ You faltered, embarrassment knotting your stomach. The logical part of your brain screamed at you to shut up, to take the out he was clearly offering, but something raw and primal clawed its way to the surface instead. βYou canβ¦ um...β You hesitated, heat flooding your face. βIf it helpsβif you need toβyou can... do it here. In front of me.β
The moment the words left your mouth, your heart stopped. The weight of what you'd just said hung heavy in the room, your own embarrassment threatening to swallow you whole. You couldnβt even look at him.
βWhat?β Felixβs voice cracked, his eyes going impossibly wide. βWaitβare you sayingβdo you want me toββ
βI donβt know...β you blurted out, mortified beyond belief but too far gone to stop now. βI justββ You exhaled shakily, words fumbling over themselves in your mouth. βI liked hearing you, I shouldnβt have, but I did, and now I canβt stop thinking about it.β
Felixβs breath hitched audibly. He stared at you, his expression shifting between disbelief, awe, and something far more intense than either of you had expected to find in this situation.
βYou liked it,β he repeated softly, almost like he couldnβt believe it.
βI canβt help it,β you admitted, your voice barely steady. βIβm sorry, itβs justβI donβt know whatβs wrong with me.β
There was a long, heavy pause. Felixβs gaze flickered between your face and the hand still wrapped around his wrist. His lips parted, words catching in his throat before he finally spoke again.
βJust this once?β he asked quietly, like he was reassuring himself as much as you.
You swallowed hard, your pulse racing. βYeah,β you murmured, barely managing to get the word out. βJust this once.β
Felixβs body trembled slightly, but he didnβt pull away. Slowly, cautiously, he sat back down beside you, his breath uneven as if he were standing at the edge of a cliff, unsure whether to jump or not.
But he leaned back, looking forward as if he was trying to pretend you weren't staring holes into him. Then his hands moved, closing his eyes as his hand slowly went to his bulge, his breath hitching. You could hear the sound of the fabric shifting and his hips slowly rolled.
The sounds were enough to have you weak, your face feeling like it's on fire, the way he moaned and breathed out made you even more excited. He was enjoying it, enjoying the feeling of the fabric rubbing against him.
It was as if your knees felt a magnetic force, you were drawn to the way his hips rolled and the sounds. It was a good thing he had his eyes closed or he would have seen the way you fell off of the couch onto the floor, the way you crawled over to him was embarrassing, but the urge was too strong.
You settled on your knees between his legs, the new position giving you a much better view of the show. His fingers curled into the couch cushion, his body tense and shuddering. You could hear his ragged breaths, the subtle groans as his hips rocked against his hand.
You wanted more. You wanted to hear more. You wanted to see more. The realization washed over you, your pulse throbbing in your ears. Without thinking, you reached forward, resting a hand on his knee.
Felix froze, his eyes snapping open, his face flushed. His gaze drifted to the hand on his knee and then up to your face. He blinked a few times, his lips parted in surprise. You felt like a deer caught in headlights. You had no idea why you did that. Your hand trembled against his knee, a mixture of guilt and shame and something else twisting in your gut.
Before you could pull away, his hand moved. His fingers tangled in yours, holding your hand firmly against his knee. He took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes dark and full of something that looked dangerously close to want.
You were paralyzed. Stuck in place, frozen, unable to move.
Felix bit his lip, his gaze unwavering. His free hand went back to his bulge, his fingers curling over the outline of his cock. His hips jerked slightly, a breathy gasp slipping past his lips.
Then, his eyes met yours, and your heart stopped. Something sparked in his gaze, something so intense that you felt yourself tremble.
Without breaking eye contact, he began to roll his hips again, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His hand gripped the base of his shaft, fingers sliding along his length through his pants. You couldn't look away. The sight was overwhelming, almost too much, but you couldn't look away.
His hand left yours and moved up to the hem of his shirt, hiking it up to expose his bare stomach, the muscles flexing with every movement. You swallowed hard, transfixed by the way his abs contracted and relaxed, the way his breath quickened and grew heavier.
Felix bit his lower lip, his brows furrowing, his gaze darkening as his free hand slid up his abdomen. He brushed his fingers over his nipple, his lips parting, a strained moan escaping him. He pinched and twisted his nipple, the sensation shooting through his nerves and straight to his cock.
You watched as he slowly brought his pants and boxers down enough to expose his erection. Just the sight of it made your core pulse. He was bigger than you thought he would be. And you could feel yourself tingling, desperate for friction, almost numb just from watching him.
Felix groaned, his head falling back as his fingers wrapped around his cock. He gave a few slow, experimental strokes, his hips thrusting slightly. The sound of his hand moving over his cock sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.
You were completely hypnotized by the sight of him. You so badly wanted to hold it in your hand yourself, but you knew that'd be crossing a line, the very same line you were currently dancing on the edge of.
Your hands wandered, your fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts and the top of your underwear. Your fingers grazed your sensitive flesh and you whimpered, your hips jerking reflexively. It would be so embarrassing if he found out you were touching yourself because of him, but that thought only made you want to do it even more.
Felix moaned, his eyes fluttering open. His gaze landed on you and his breath caught. Watching how your eyes were transfixed on his cock, his hand moving teasingly slow, making sure you could see everything.
He was mesmerized by the way you looked, and how aroused you looked just by watching him, he felt a rush of pride knowing that he was the one making you look that way. His fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as his movements sped up, his chest heaving.
"You like watching me, hm?" he asked, his voice deep and raspy, his accent strong and hitting your ears in a different way.
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. You were too far gone to speak. Instead, you nodded, whimpering quietly.
He chuckled softly, his eyes darkening. "Fuck, that's so hot," he groaned, his gaze flickering over your body, drinking in the sight of you. "I wanna make a mess on that pretty face of yours."
Your heart pounded, the words sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. You couldn't stop yourself, you moaned, the sound surprising both of you. Felix groaned, his cock twitching in his hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
You were getting so close, and it had never happened this fast in your life. The sight of his cock, the sounds he was making, the way he was staring at you; it was too much. Your hand moved faster, your fingers dipping into your aching cunt and brushing against your clit. You gasped, your hips jerking involuntarily.
Felix's eyes widened, his gaze flickering between your face and your hand. He sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw clenching.
"Are you... are you touching yourself?"
His words hit you like a slap. Your eyes snapped open, your face burning with shame. But before you could say anything, his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging roughly.
"Don't stop," he hissed.
"But-"
"Just keep going," he urged, his voice low and husky. "I want to watch, too."
Your stomach flipped. He wanted to watch you? You moaned in response, your fingers stilling inside of you. Your body shook, the intensity of his gaze too much for you to handle. You closed your eyes, trying to ground yourself, but it didn't help.
His hand stilled, his fingers moving back to its grip on your chin. "Keep going, keep looking at me."
And before you could think about how embarrassed you'd be later, your fingers started moving again, his gaze searing into you. You couldn't breathe, your body trembling as his hand moved faster. You were so close, so painfully close. You gasped, arching into your touch.
Felix groaned, his head falling back. "Fuck, just like that."
His words went straight to your core. You could feel yourself pulsing, the pressure building. Your hand moved faster, the sensations flooding your body. Your hips bucked against your hand, a broken moan slipping past your lips.
Felix's gaze locked with yours, watching your every movement, your every expression. He could tell you were much closer than he was, but he seemed to love it all.
He watched your face, taking in every detail, committing them to memory. He was mesmerized, captivated, entranced. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you. The sight of you, the sound of your breathing, the way you moaned and shuddered; it was intoxicating.
You were right on the edge, your orgasm building rapidly. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, threatening to snap at any moment. Your hips jerked against your hand, your fingers frantically moving over your clit.
"Lixie... I can't-" you moaned, the sound coming out strangled and desperate.
Felix's gaze flickered over your face, taking in every inch. His jaw clenched, his lips parting. He let out a low groan, the sound echoing in your ears.
"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice rough and breathless. "Cum for me and I'll cum all over that pretty face of yours."
The words sent a shiver down your spine. Your whole body shuddered, heat flooding your veins. You gasped, arching into your hand. Your hips bucked against the couch, the tension building rapidly.
Your orgasm crashed over you, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. You cried out, your eyes screwing shut. You couldn't control the sounds that spilled from your mouth, a mixture of moans and cries and curses.
Felix's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on you. He watched every detail, his eyes glazed over with lust. He watched as you came undone, his lips parted, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. He groaned, his cock throbbing, precum dripping onto his hand.
"Fuck, that's hot," he murmured, his voice low and breathless.
You could barely catch your breath, your chest heaving. You couldn't stop trembling, your body overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm. You whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
Felix's grip on your chin loosened, his fingers gently brushing across your cheek. His thumb brushed over your lips, the tender gesture sending a shiver down your spine.
"Such a good girl," he whispered, his tone affectionate and almost loving.
The words made your heart skip a beat.
But then his hand traveled down, wrapping around your neck and pulling you closer. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut. His grip was firm but gentle, his fingers digging into the soft skin.
"Look at me," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.
You obeyed without question, your eyes opening, meeting his.
Felix groaned, his gaze darkening, his lips parting. "God, that's so hot," he breathed, his cock twitching in his hand.
You couldn't look away, couldn't take your eyes off of him. You could feel the heat in your face, the flush creeping up your neck. He was beautiful, so fucking beautiful, and the sight of him made your heart race.
His hand moved faster, his breathing ragged, his gaze intense. He was so close, his body tensing, his hips bucking. He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut, his fingers tightening around your neck.
You couldn't stop your mouth from opening, slightly letting your tongue fall out. Your mind was screaming at you, telling you what a bad idea this was, but you didn't care.
Felix's eyes opened, his gaze locking with yours. He groaned, his hips jerking, his body trembling. His breathy and somewhat cute moans got louder as his hips rolled and bucked, his hand moving faster and faster.
He was getting close. So, so close. His body shuddered, his cock throbbing. He gasped, his grip on your neck tightening, his body going rigid. His eyes screwed shut, his lips parting. A shudder rippled through him, his orgasm crashing over him.
You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was so beautiful, so perfect. The way his face twisted in pleasure, the way his chest heaved, the way his lips parted. You were mesmerized, captivated, entranced. You couldn't tear your eyes away.
And then, he opened his eyes, his gaze locking with yours. He moaned, his cock twitching. A thick, warm stream of cum landed on your face, splattering across your face and tongue. You couldn't look away, couldn't think straight.
His grip loosened on you as he laid back on the couch, his eyes drifting closed. You were frozen in place, stunned, unable to move. His cum dripped down your cheek, his taste lingering on your tongue.
It wasn't until Felix was completely spent that you came to, snapping out of your trance. Your face was burning, the heat crawling up your neck, your ears turning pink. You could feel his cum slowly sliding down your cheek, the sensation strange and foreign.
"Oh, shit."
You flinched at the sound of his voice, his eyes fluttering open.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean- I should've-"
Before he could continue, you swallowed the cum that was pooling in your mouth. You could feel it running down your cheek, leaving a trail of warmth on your skin.
Felix's eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed red.
You could feel yourself blush, embarrassment flooding your veins. You could feel his cum, still warm and sticky, clinging to your face. The feeling was unfamiliar and strange, but not unpleasant.
Felix cleared his throat, his gaze flickering away.
"I should- uh- I'll just go clean up."
You couldn't speak, couldn't move. You couldn't even look at him.
The two of you sat in silence, the tension heavy and awkward. Neither of you knew what to say, what to do. Neither of you had ever imagined this happening, and now, here you were.
"I'll... see you later."
You could hear his footsteps, the sound growing distant as he left the room.
And that was it.
You were alone, his cum still on your face. You felt a wave of shame, of guilt, of embarrassment. You started this, you asked your own best friend to do that in front of you, and you came in front of him, even worse to the thought of him.
You wanted to cry, to scream, to hide. You couldn't look at him again, you couldn't stand the thought of facing him, but you couldn't stay here.
You rushed to your feet, your legs shaking. You ran into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. You stood there, in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection.
You looked like a mess, like a disaster, a fucking wreck. Your hair was a mess, your face covered in cum, your shirt slightly tucked into your pants.
Things had just changed.
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