"Treat You Right" A Bang Chan fic
A/N: This is my first fic on here!! I hope u enjoy :3
Pairing: Virgin!readerXexperienced!Chan
Warnings: eventual smut, fluff, angst, reader is inexperienced and a virgin, reader is fairly innocent, mention of cheating, reader is depressed, loss of virginity, piv, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, dom!chan, sub!reader
WC: 3.8K (is this too unhinged for my first fic? lmao)
The headaches after a crazy night of drinking were truly the worst. It was a Saturday afternoon and you’d been hitting “snooze” on your phone for the last hour, enjoying 8 minute increments of sleep before you finally decided to drag yourself out of bed.
You’d caught your boyfriend of two years cheating on you two nights ago.
Your friends had forced you to come out with them last night. It had been a sweet gesture, but you weren’t sure if alcohol was the right way to deal with it.
You sighed and started the coffee maker, leaning against the counter. You glanced outside, down at all the cars and people bustling about.
After a moment, you pulled your phone off the charger next to your bed and scrolled through at least five different breakfast options before deciding to just order from a local place. They were affordable and yummy.
While you waited for the food to arrive, you poured some coffee into a cup, adding as much or as little sugar and creamer that would allow you to get through the day without wanting to punch something.
As you took that glorious first sip, the doorbell rang. You set your coffee down by the couch and peered through the peephole, smiling and opening it a second later. You thanked the man who passed you the bags of food and closed the door again, setting it next to your coffee cup.
Half an hour later, you’d devoured every bit of food in that plastic container and wanted to go into a food coma for a hundred years. Surely your ex would be dead by then.
You checked your messages since you finally had the willpower.
Your best friend had texted a few times to ask if you’d gotten home okay and if you were feeling better.
You wanted to say “no, im not okay, im trying not to bawl every two seconds” but that felt a bit dramatic.
Two nights ago, you’d opened the door to your apartment after a long shift, ready to relax and rest, but instead, you’d been greeted by the sounds of a woman moaning terribly loud, louder than your now-ex had ever made you moan.
It had been the only thing on your mind for 48 straight hours. You felt inadequate, angry, sad, and every emotion in between.
After typing out a reassuring paragraph and thanking her for taking your mind off of things for at least a little while, you put your phone back down.
That’s when you heard some commotion in the stairwell. Curious, you peered out the peephole once more. You were met with a broad back, clad in a sweaty black tank top.
The man also had dark curly hair, but you couldn't get a good look at his face. He seemed to be carrying a box, and a few other boxes sat outside the door.
You vaguely remember your elderly neighbor telling you he was moving out a few weeks ago. Backing up from the door, a lightbulb went off in your head.
When your elderly neighbor had moved in, you’d made him cookies.
The idea of being neighborly thrilled you, as stupid as it may have sounded, and you wanted to make the new guy cookies. What if he didn’t have any friends in the area?
You got to work immediately, gathering ingredients and supplies. You spent about an hour in total preparing them, and soon enough you had a warm, fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies wrapped on a plate to bring to the newcomer.
You stepped into the stairwell, staring at the door opposite yours for a few moments.
Why were you so nervous all of a sudden?
You took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. You heard it faintly echo in the apartment, then a moment later, you heard footsteps approach the door.
It was a second before the man opened the door.
To say you were caught off guard would be a massive understatement.
The man had gorgeous tan skin, full lips, brown eyes, and features sculpted by the gods themselves.
You blinked, temporarily forgetting yourself.
"Uh, hi! I'm Y/N. I live across from you, and I noticed you moving some boxes earlier. I made you cookies to say welcome, and also if you need anything, you can ask me," You rambled, smiling shyly as you held the plate up a bit more.
The man chuckled softly and took the plate, "Y/N, hm? I'm Christopher. My friends just call me Chan, though." He replied. You nodded eagerly, which made his smile widen.
A moment of silence passed between you, and you said, "Well, I'll let you get back to unpacking. Hope you enjoy the cookies!" Before you scurried back inside your apartment, heart beating at a million beats per minute.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. You switched back and forth from thinking about your new neighbor to replaying the night you found your ex cheating on you.
Your emotions were all over the place, but the one that stayed consistent was betrayal. You couldn't believe he'd done that.
You thought everything was fine.
You thought being a virgin wasn't a big deal to him.
He'd said it wasn't a big deal.
Obviously he'd been lying.
Before you could mope for too long, you decided to get off the couch and just go to sleep. However, halfway down the hall to your room, there was a knock on the door.
"Y/N! Open the door!" Your ex's voice echoed in the stairwell.
Why was he here? Surely he didn’t think he was winning you back.
Turning back toward the living room, you crept toward the door, wielding a bat. You peered through the peephole. He was standing there, hands on his hips, looking annoyed.
Absolutely the fuck not, you thought.
You backed up, unsure what to do. Should you call the police? You fumbled for your phone in your back pocket and brought up the keypad, your thumb hovering over it for a moment before you typed in “911”
The line connected after one ring. "9-1-1, what's your emergency?"
"My ex boyfriend is outside my apartment... I don't know what he wants," You whispered, voice shaking.
The woman's voice on the other end was calm, collected. "What's your name and address, ma'am?"
"763 Azalea Lake. I'm apartment 118. And my name is Y/N." You replied.
Silence, then the woman said, "Okay. The police are on the way. Can you stay on the line for me?"
"Is this a recent breakup?"
"Yes. He cheated on me. But I don't know why he's come back. He hasn't even tried contacting me." You explained.
"I'm right here, Y/N. The police are almost there." She assured, and for some reason, it made you want to cry. She was just doing her job, but it was so reassuring to hear those words.
After another five minutes of standing as far from the door as you could and speaking to the woman, you could hear your ex say something loudly. It sounded as if his words were slurred. You heard another louder, authoritative voice as well.
"The police are here, I think. He's slurring his words, so I think he's drunk." You relayed. The operator hung up after saying goodbye.
After a moment of listening to his voice grow fainter, a knock resounded through the room. You rushed to open it. A police officer stood there. "Y/N?" He asked. You nodded.
"Your ex boyfriend has been taken into custody. He was evidently intoxicated and holding a broken piece of glass. If you have any more concerns, don't hesitate to call again." The man said, and you nodded again while you watched him head down the stairs. You closed the door, letting out a sigh that you didn't realize you’d been holding.
You flinched when the doorbell rang. Upon peering outside, you were surprised to see Chris standing there. You opened the door. "Chris?" You asked.
"I was, uh, watching. Are you okay?" He asked gently.
"I... don't know. I probably won't be sleeping tonight." You admitted.
He nodded understandingly. "I could... keep you company?" He suggested. You didn't realize you were nodding until he smiled a little. It made your heart skip a few beats. You moved out of the way and closed the door behind him.
"Um. it's kind of messy right now, sorry," You said sheepishly.
Chris shrugged. "It's alright. Who was that guy?" He asked.
"That was my ex boyfriend. We broke up a few days ago because he was cheating on me," You explained as you sat on the couch again. He sat down, too.
"Ah." Was all he said. You didn't blame him, since you wouldn't know how to respond to that either.
"I guess when he said he didn’t care that I was a virgin, he was a liar," You added, softer this time.
Chris looked over at you and you wanted to disappear. "That's stupid," He scoffed, and it was your turn to look at him.
"I bet he didn't do any grand gestures for you either, huh?" He continued, and you nodded slowly, wondering how he knew that. "Or celebrate you at all? Did he even remember your birthday?" He asked. You shook your head.
"Wait, how do you know that?" You asked.
"It's always the same with those types of guys. They wouldn't know a good thing if it hit them in the balls."
You chuckled, and he seemed to perk up when he saw your smile.
It fell quiet again, but it wasn't an awkward quiet. You felt genuinely seen and heard for once. It was nice not to be alone. You could have easily called your best friend, but a handsome man was the next best thing.
It had been a week since Chris sat on your couch. You"d been growing closer to him since your job had given you time off.
It was Friday now. You'd been rotting in bed for six days, occasionally getting up to trudge across the hall and hang out with Chris while he ate dinner after work.
You hadn't been sleeping that well. The events from the night your ex had shown up had left you nervous and paranoid.
When your alarm went off, you huffed in annoyance and turned it off.
You began your typical morning routine, but you knew something was different.
You felt sadder than the past few days. You were exhausted, having been plagued by nightmares all night.
Your motivation to do anything was little to none.
You felt alone. The apartment was so quiet. So empty. You didn't know what to do with yourself.
Even Chris hadn't been able to keep the thoughts out of your head.
All you could think about was your stupid ex.
Why weren't you good enough for him? Would you ever be good enough for someone?
Would you live the rest of your life as a "pathetic loser" like he'd said before he stormed out?
Suddenly, you felt so overwhelmed by everything and couldn't stop the tears from flowing. Your back hit the kitchen counter and you slid down onto the floor, sobbing after six days of attempting to bottle your emotions.
The hole in your chest felt monumental. Like your ex had reached in and ripped your heart out, spat on it, and threw it away.
As stupid as that sounded, it was the only way you could explain the sudden emotions swirling in your being.
The rest of the day you slept on the couch. It was 9 PM when you actually woke up, and you sighed. You felt a little better, having finally slept, but the sadness persisted.
You were sick and tired of being alone.
That's how you ended up standing at Chris' door, timidly ringing the doorbell.
He opened it after a moment and froze, his eyebrows pulling together at your tear-stained, puffy face and general demeanor.
"Hey, everything okay?" He asked gently.
That was enough to open the flood gates again. Your face twisted and tears began to roll down your cheeks as you shook your head, covering your face with your hands. Why did you even bother him?
Chris looked a bit panicked, but he remained calm as he ushered you inside his apartment, one hand tentatively on your back as he led you to the couch. He disappeared then reappeared with a glass of water.
He sat next to you as you sipped, taking it from you when you were finished.
He didn't say anything. Just let you cry.
After a few minutes, you finally calmed down enough to stop crying.
It was so quiet you swore you could hear a pin drop.
"I'm sorry," You said after several moments.
"Bothering you. You're just... so nice to me." Your voice quivered.
Chris hummed gently. "Breakups are hard on everyone," He said.
You scoffed. "I guess. We're 'not right for each other', we should 'find other people,' But did he have to find her while I was still in the picture?" Your tone switched from sad to angry.
"And the nerve to show up at my apartment and threaten me, after he's the one who fucked it up? What the fuck?" Your voice raised just a little. You huffed and dragged a hand down your face in frustration.
You wanted to punch your ex in the dick.
"This is all bullshit. I shouldn't be the one hurting." You sulked, letting your head rest against the back of the couch.
Chris nodded. You glanced over at him. He was staring at the floor, jaw clenched, looking very angry. You hoped it wasn't anger directed toward you. He felt your gaze and locked eyes with you.
"You're right. He should've appreciated you," He said. You blinked, blushing profusely.
"He should've cherished you, celebrated you, and made you feel adequate. Because you are, Y/N. Losing an imaginary card that society made up isn't gonna change that." He said.
You weren't really sure what to say to that.
Chris sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Do you want to lose it?" He asked after a second. You were confused for a moment before you realized what he meant.
"Yeah. Just... didn't want it to be with him. I knew deep down we weren't right for each other." You said quietly.
Chris nodded understandingly, then paused, as if he were hesitant to say the next words.
You didn't think you'd heard him correctly, so you asked, "What?"
"Let me help you." He repeated.
"You want to help me lose my virginity?" You asked, incredulous. Chris nodded.
You were dumbfounded. Speechless. Your brain was malfunctioning.
"Um. Um. Uh. Okay. Yes," You said.
Chris smiled, then chuckled softly. "Doesn't have to be now. You can think about it-"
"No. I want it now," You said, then froze, since that came out much more forward than you’d meant.
Chris smiled again and you wanted to die.
You felt your cheeks heating up again, but you smiled too. A genuine smile. Chris brushed some hair out of your face, inching closer.
Chris' lips met yours and you swore sparks flew down your spine.
You'd been kissed before. Your ex had kissed you plenty of times, you had just never really enjoyed the way he kissed.
This was different. Chris was gentle, caring, even in the way he kissed you. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer. Your arms wrapped around his neck.
He licked into your mouth, groaning softly. You couldn't believe this was happening. Your head was spinning so fast you were almost dizzy.
You whimpered at the feeling of him holding you close. That was a new experience. It was so unfamiliar that it felt more scandalous than it probably should have.
He pulled back an inch to catch his breath, but before you could say anything, he dove toward your neck. You moaned, half out of surprise and half out of pleasure.
It only took a matter of seconds for him to find the sensitive spot, making you squirm and whimper. You felt pathetic for moaning at every touch, but it just felt so good.
One of his hands moved to cradle your head. The other found your thigh, but just rested there for now. Your breath hitched, suddenly remembering where this was all leading.
You were clawing at his shirt desperately as he left marks along your jaw and under your ear. He was completely calm and you felt like you were losing your mind.
He'd clearly done this before. You tried not to think about it too much, though thinking was all you could do.
His lips found yours again and you pressed your face into his, your teeth clinking together.
He chuckled as you mumbled a breathless apology, kissing you a few more times before he pulled at your shirt, eyes meeting yours in a silent question.
You nodded frantically, and he unbuttoned your blouse, his large, warm hands coming up to feel your soft skin and breasts, squeezing them while simultaneously rolling your nipples between his fingers.
You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as that warm pleasure flooded your body again. You could feel slick on your upper thighs, bewildered that being this wet was even possible.
"You're doing so well, sweet girl," He whispered into your ear. You moaned again, louder this time.
A lazy smirk stretched across his face. "Oh, you like that?" He murmured. You blushed.
The hand that had rested on your thigh before returned, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of your sweatpants.
"Take them off," You begged through a whimper. He nodded almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting for you to say those words.
He helped you take them off, leaving you in your underwear. His fingers found your clit through the thin fabric and you flinched, then moaned again when he squeezed your breast.
He retracted his fingers to soak them in his mouth before pulling your underwear to the side and running them through your folds.
You hummed in satisfaction, clenching around nothing.
You watched as he sank onto his knees, his face level with your pussy, before he dove in. You yelped in surprise at the feeling of his tongue playing with your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.
Your back arched off the couch when he slid two fingers inside you, moving them in a motion so precise you wondered how he knew to hit all the right spots.
His free hand held your body down as he continued to eat you out like a man starved, whimpers and moans and borderline screams escaping your throat by the second.
His tongue laved across the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over, undeterred, maybe even encouraged, by how you were squirming in his grasp.
You could feel the coil in your tummy winding tighter and tighter.
Your moans rose in pitch each time his fingers rubbed against your G-spot until everything unraveled seemingly all at once and you fell over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami.
He helped you through it, only stopping his ministrations when you started to whimper out of overstimulation. He stood, licking your essence from his fingers. He kissed you sweetly, and you tasted yourself on his tongue.
"Are you ready, sweet girl?" He asked breathlessly. You were still a bit stunned, so you wondered what he meant, but then you heard the sound of him undoing his belt and your brain jumped into overdrive from the excitement of what came next.
You nodded eagerly at his question, grabbing at him to kiss him before he helped you reposition on the couch.
You were laying on your back, propped up by a mountain of pillows. He was pantsless now, and your eyes caught on the imprint of his hard-on through his boxers. Your mouth watered.
"You can return the favor next time," He promised, noticing the way you were looking at him. Your mind was thrown into more disarray at the promise of a next time.
He pulled his dick out of his boxers, then pulled them down too. He stuck his fingers in your mouth and used your spit to lubricate himself before positioning at your entrance.
He leaned over you, kissing your neck, lips, cheek and forehead to distract you from the pain as he pushed in.
You whimpered, first out of discomfort, but after a moment, they turned into moans of pleasure.
Chris buried himself to the hilt, then pulled out nearly all the way and slid back in. You bit your lip so hard you could taste metal.
His thrusts were painfully slow at first, but you knew it was for your own good.
You clawed at his back, then your fingers pulled at his hair, causing him to groan into your ear. It sent waves of excitement through you.
You wanted to hear more out of him. One hand buried itself in his hair and forced his face down toward yours, but instead of kissing him on the lips, you kissed his neck.
"Doing so good," He murmured breathlessly, causing you to clench around him. He moaned again, and it sent tingles down your spine.
Every thrust felt so good, sending waves of that warm, addictive feeling through you. A feeling you never knew existed before, but now you feared you’d be seeking it out for the rest of your life.
Soon, his thrusts began to speed up. You moaned each time his tip kissed your cervix, back arching again. He was holding your hands for leverage, hips snapping against yours at an incomprehensible speed.
You were content to just let him thrust into you for eternity. Your mind was a mess of pure, unadulterated bliss.
The coil was winding up once more. You started babbling and rambling like a maniac, not even fully realizing that you were speaking. You begged him not to stop, to go faster, deeper, harder, and all he could do was smile.
He could feel you squeezing him like a vice.
"That's it, cum for me, sweet girl," He encouraged breathlessly.
Instead of unravelling like before, the imaginary coil inside you snapped and you screamed as your orgasm crashed into you like a freight train, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his dick.
His own climax came directly after yours and he spilled inside you, waiting for a moment before pulling out. He collapsed onto the empty spot next to you on the couch, panting hard.
You ran your fingers over his skin comfortingly as you came down from your high, humming softly when he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around you.
I hope you enjoyed!! This is my first fic so pls be sure to leave a comment/like and maybe suggest who you’d like me to write next? :3
