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pairing: lee chan x reader genre: mdni, smut, strangers to lovers, tinder au warnings: a little angst, a reference from the movie “the notebook,” horny! chan, horny! reader, somewhat closed off reader, emotionally unavailable reader?, pervert! chan, a little pining, switch! chan, switch!reader, loser! chan if you squint, sexting?, mentions of sending nudes, a public handjob, blowjob, face fucking, face sitting, pussy eating, begging, penetrative sex with no mentions of using protection word count: 18.2k synopsis: love has always felt too risky, too vulnerable, and too terrifying. but when your all too convincing of a best friend signs you up on a dating app against your will — lee chan comes hurtling into your life when you least expect it. he’s charming, funny, and impossible to ignore. you never planned to get roped in this deep, especially not because of someone you met on tinder. but when a casual match turns into something more, some feelings just can’t be ignored no matter how much you try to resist.

sidenote: this is the longest fic i’ve ever written and i just so happened to do it in a little less than three weeks. it’s actually atrocious and i hate it, but we all start somewhere so bare with me. i had to show dino some love !! thank you to @sanaxo-o for being a doll and beta-reading <3 ALSO thank you sm for 3k <3 reminder to interact !!! enjoy :)

When your best friend imposed the idea of needing a way to let out your pent-up stress that had been building from your new job, you thought she would suggest something – you don’t know – maybe normal? Perhaps a spa day or shopping spree would have sufficed, but then again, when has your best friend ever known normal? She was quite far from it, actually.

Your eyes were wide, a sign that you were taken aback as she held up her cell phone. A bright smile stretched across her face, completely differing from the utter look of horror displayed across yours. “Absolutely not,” you shook your head, “No, no, no.”

“Oh come on.” The girl threw her hands up, slightly annoyed by your quick refusal. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile, hoping it would somewhat appease the attitude she was beginning to form. “Tinder?” Mild disbelief laced your voice. “Really Yunjin? Of all things?”

Your best friend rolled her eyes, picking up her latte and taking a sip of the drink. “Don’t be so close-minded,” She scolded, “What if you end up finding the love of your life?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you scoffed at her words. “I highly doubt that, considering Tinder is what most people resort to for booty calls…not to find love.”

“Hey,” She glared at you slightly offended, lips formed into a childish pout, “I use Tinder.”

You raised an eyebrow at her in amusement. “And what do you use it for?”

“Well I-,” Yunjin was rendered speechless. She racked her brain for possible excuses, but could not seem to come up with one that would paint the app in a positive light.

“Exactly my point,” You smirked.

Sighing, the girl sitting across from you set her coffee cup down on the table. Her full attention was now on you and she was more than determined to get her point across, no matter how stubborn she knew you could be. “Look,” she started, “I love you and all, but ever since you started working again, you’ve turned into a real bitch.”

“Gee, thanks!” You said, tone heavily laced with sarcasm.

“Now, I’m not saying that you’ve been awfully hard to be around lately, but I do think you need an outlet to let out recent frustrations.”

“Spit it out, Yunjin.” You snapped, growing impatient. It was only after the words left your mouth that you began to gain consciousness of what she meant.

Damn. You really have been a bitch lately.

“What I’m trying to say is….” She trailed off, taking your hands gently in hers as if she was about to break bad news to a little child, “You need to get laid.”

Almost immediately, you pulled away from her touch. Your cheeks slightly bloomed a light shade of red from her blunt words and you wiped your palms off on your jeans when you began to feel them grow clammy. “No I don’t.” You said quickly, glancing around to make sure no one heard her.

“Uhm, yes you do,” She insisted, “You haven’t had an orgasm in ages.”

Narrowing your eyes at her, you suddenly regretted ever telling Yunjin anything that had to do with your sex life. However, unfortunately for you, she’d been your best friend for ages and nothing is ever considered TMI for your friendship.

“Yes I have,” You stated firmly, attempting to defend yourself from her harsh, and much too sexual, accusation.

“One that doesn’t include masturbation,” She sent you a pointed look, less than amused by your claim.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you crossed your arms over your chest defiantly. “Oh fuck off.”

Yunjin smiled to herself, perking up despite your negative attitude towards her. She struck a nerve, that’s for sure, but she also knew that whatever she was on to, she was doing the right thing – or somewhat the right thing. “Great! So you’ll try it.”

“I never said I would try it.”

“Too late!” Fishing out her phone from the back pocket of her pants, she scrolled through the device before turning it towards you. The loading screen for TINDER popped up before it was replaced with the sight of an account. At first, you disregarded it, expecting to see the way her profile had been set up – only, it wasn’t her profile. No. Instead, you were staring right at a photo of yourself, taken on a beach trip last summer in one of your skimpiest bathing suits.

Your jaw clenches as you take in the situation at hand, gaze trailing back up to the girl holding the phone and grinning at you. “I already made you one.”

It’s a Match.

The three words displayed across your phone screen in bold black writing had you squirming in anticipation and slight fear. The anxiousness settled in the pit of your stomach, spreading through your body like a wildfire. Quickly, you shut your phone off, throwing it to the side as you couldn’t, for the life of you, process the reality of your situation.

Your very first TINDER match – well you’d be damned.

Lee Chan, twenty-six, aquarius, 3 miles away.

When you came across the very man while swiping through the dating app that you swore you’d never use, you didn’t expect to find someone as attractive as him – Chan. With a face as charming as his and a body perfectly sculpted, it was all too good to be true.

There was no possible way he wasn’t a catfish.

The loud ding of your phone caught you off guard. The sound had your heart thumping in your chest, and if possible, you’d think the organ was trying to jump out of it. Slowly, you turned your head towards the device lying face down on the mattress before looking away. Your hands formed into fists, doing your ultimate best to resist temptation.

You didn’t need a man. Certainly not now, when your career was just taking off and you’d finally gotten a glimpse into a successful future. But god damn was your best friend right. You needed a good fuck and it had been far too long since you’ve properly gotten laid.

It took approximately three minutes and seventeen seconds for you to cave. Not like you were counting, even if the alarm clock ticking on your nightstand begged to differ.

You jumped from your spot on the bed, scrambling to clutch your phone in your hands. The device fell off the mattress as you moved with such urgency, drawing out a curse from you as it was retrieved from the floor. Hastily, you typed in the passcode, yet again finding yourself staring at the TINDER inbox page as soon as it was unlocked.

At first glance, you thought it was a joke.

You thought it was a joke the same way you’ve recently began to think your entire sex life was a joke.

CHAN: dtf?

The notification flashed across the screen, taking you by surprise. Adjusting your position to sit more upright, your eyes widened at the bold text message.

What the actual fuck.

Your finger hovered over it, mind racing wildly as you opened the text before you could formulate a response. You had half the right mind to call Yunjin and enlist her help in setting something up with this guy. She always knew what to say, and when it came to all sex-related things, it just so happened to be her forte.

“No,” You shook your head, despite being the only person in the room.

You could do this. You’re a big girl, and you sure as hell don’t need anybody’s help when it comes to relationships or men.

Before you could think, your fingers were moving across the keyboard. You hit the send button as soon as you typed out your response, knowing yourself all too well. If it wasn’t then, it would be never.

YOU: yes

A swish sounded from the speakers of your phone, signaling that it had been sent. However, as soon as the words delivered popped up below your message, another text from the man on the other side came through.

CHAN: i was kidding pls don’t swipe on me CHAN: damn, really?

“Fuck,” You muttered, suddenly regretting ever getting back to him so soon. With how quickly you agreed to it, your spiked confidence at the time had unfortunately led to your embarrassment, completely unbeknownst to the man who caused it.

Going back on your word now would be a pussy move, not to mention, an obvious attempt at saving your dignity. You had no other choice but to own up to it. After all, Chan was the one to suggest it in the first place, even if it had in fact been a hopeless gesture to break the ice.

YOU: a little sex never hurt anybody

CHAN: haha CHAN: agreed

Your eyes scanned over the chat as you tried to bite down the feeling of shame that was starting to rise.

Sure, you were desperate, but were you really that down bad to rely on a TINDER hookup to satisfy your needs?

It had been far too long since you’ve had an orgasm that wasn’t caused by your own hand, and the last man you slept with left you feeling a hell of a lot more than dissatisfied. It was boring – vanilla, if you must say. You preferred your men with a little more humility than the Alpha Sigma frat boy you’d chosen that particular night.

CHAN: so…. CHAN: when and where should we meet?

His question had you coming back to your senses. You were about to turn twenty-five years old for crying out loud. God forbid, it was time for you to grow up. One night stands, friends with benefits, your much too often used collection of dildos – you just couldn’t be that person anymore.

Where’d this newfound sense of responsibility come from? You had no idea, but you were glad you were finally beginning to think with your brain rather than your pussy.

YOU: not so fast YOU: you have to take me out on a date first

Chan’s response was quick, and it was shocking how easily he agreed. Most guys who wanted nothing but sex would have gladly unmatched by now and moved on to try with the next.

CHAN: deal

YOU: AND you have to pay

This time, it took a while. You stared at the screen for much longer than you would’ve liked to admit, waiting for his response. Did you just ruin your chance? Maybe. But did you regret telling him to pay? Hell no.

Men used to go to war, and now all they want to do is split the bills.

CHAN: 2pm, sunday, jenni’s ice cream parlour

YOU: what?

CHAN: our date CHAN: do you need a ride?

You didn’t even notice your mouth was open as you were somewhat taken aback. He’d already scheduled a date with a time and place. Either he’s been in this position far too many times with way too many girls, or his planning skills were a sign from cupid that he was exactly your type.

YOU: no YOU: what if you’re like a serial killer or something and trying to find out where i live

CHAN: okay first of all, wtf CHAN: second of all, i can assure you i’m not

YOU: better safe than sorry YOU: i’ll meet you there

CHAN: great! CHAN: see you then, pretty girl ;)

You stared at his text, the pet name causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter just a tiny bit. You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face and once again you threw your phone on the bed, this time with a squeal of excitement.

It was pathetic, really, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as a rush of giddiness coursed through your veins. Everything about this was so unlike you – from using a dating app to actually deciding to go on the planned date.

Was this really going to work? Were you, of all people, finally going to end up settling down in a relationship?

However as your eyelids fluttered and sleep overtook you that night, there was the slight twinge of recognition that you actually may be thinking with your pussy again instead of your heart.

Sunday came a lot sooner than expected. The skies were a pretty shade of blue, with the sun beaming brightly and heat of the summer season simmering in the air. It was borderline unbearable as you navigated through the streets of downtown, however, there was no denying that it was perfect weather for a cold sweet treat.

You opened the door to the parlour, the calming sound of wind chimes signaling that a new customer had entered the building. Jenni’s was a cute little place, a mom-and-pop ice cream shop that had been open in your city for as long as you could remember. It was small and should have expanded a while ago due to popularity, but that didn’t stop it from becoming a very well-known tourist spot. They had the best soft serve in town and their waffle cones were never stale. In fact, with every bite you could practically taste the love that the workers put into it.

As per usual the shop was crowded, filled to the brim as it typically was over the weekend. Despite the herd of people, your eyes scanned the area to hopefully come across the familiar face in which you were searching for.

Your heart pattered in your chest as you spotted the man towering over the rest as he stood out amongst the flurry of people. He was even more beautiful in person, with a gold chain hanging low around his neck and a black t-shirt clinging to his body, outlining the muscle hidden underneath.

Timidly, you stalked towards him until you stood directly behind his figure. A wave of nervousness washed over you as your hand raised to tap his shoulder gently. His reaction was immediate and before you knew it, he spun around quickly and barreled into you by accident. The action almost knocked you off your feet at the force, but his arms darted out to steady you with his hands settling on your waist.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

You collected yourself, flattening out the creases in your sundress before addressing him. “Don’t worry about it.” You glanced up, shooting a small smile his way. “Hi.”

Now focused on your face instead of panicking about the situation that had just erupted, the man returned the smile. “Hi,” He responded softly, almost breathlessly. The way his eyes pierced your own left you trapped in a trance. For a split second, it was as if time had stopped.

Silence loomed over, making it seem like it was only the two of you that existed in the current moment. You only snapped out of your daze when someone from behind yelled at you guys for not moving up in line. With an apology, you both moved forward, grinning at each other sheepishly in embarrassment.

“Y/n.” He stated.

“Chan.” You said back with a smile, standing next to him as you two waited for your turn in line. “You look even better than the photos,” You joked, hoping to skip over the awkward stage that typically occurs on a first date.

He let out a laugh, one that sounded like music to your ears and almost infectious. “Are you trying to rizz me up?”

“Is it working?” You wiggled your eyebrows, happy that he was playing along.

“Maybe,” He winked at you and this time it was your turn to giggle. However, your laughter died down as fast as it started and you were left wondering where to take the conversation next. It seemed like you didn’t have to think about it for too long as Chan got the hint and took over for you. “So, do you still think I’m a serial killer?”

“Oh god,” You raised your palm to your head, completely forgetting about the small accusation you made towards him earlier in the week. Wincing, you looked at him apologetically, “Sorry about that.”

Chan smiled, obviously amused at your predicament, “Well like you said, better safe than sorry, right?”

“Right,” You agreed with the nod of your head. Although being confronted about it caught you off guard, you would never feel guilty for putting your safety first.

As if somewhat saving you, the girl behind the counter called out for the next person in line. Dropping the topic, the two of you stepped forward together. “What flavor are you getting?” You asked, eyes darting over the various tubs as you also tried making the decision for yourself.

Chan hummed, scanning over the flavors himself, “Probably superman.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him quizzically. “Superman?”

He nodded with a bright smile, repeating the flavor back to the worker so they could begin scooping.

“Like…the one with all the colors?”

Chan shrugged his shoulders, glancing at you, “Yeah.”

Looking at the option he had chosen, you scanned over the bright neon and rainbow ice cream, “Okay…,” You trailed off.

Noticing your somewhat negative attitude peaking through, Chan suddenly perked up at your reaction. “What?”

“Nothing,” You brushed it off with a shrug, “I just think what flavor someone chooses, says a lot about that person.”

“Oh really,” Chan raised an eyebrow, entertained with your words. “Well then, what does superman say about me?”

“Let's see,” You crossed your arms over your chest, mind wandering elsewhere to think about your answer. “Fun,” You give him a once over, gaze trailing down his body and subtly admiring his physique while you’re at it. “Bold,” You state, referring to the first text message he sent you. “A little wild,” You tilt your head, not so sure about that one yourself. “And childish,” You finish off, meeting his eyes once again.

Chan’s jaw was clenched, a clear sign that he was not impressed by your take. “Childish?” He scoffs. He was enjoying everything leaving your mouth up until the very last part. To say it threw him for a loop would be an understatement. “You think I’m childish?” He asks, slight irritation lacing his tone. You could do nothing but smile sheepishly at him as he took personal offense towards your words. “I’m older than you.”

“Only by like a year.”

He took a deep breath in, exhaling loudly to calm his nerves. “Okay then,” He nodded, finally accepting your perspective. His hand reaches out to take his cone from the worker, a giant scoop of the chaotic colored ice cream making it stand out. “It’s your turn now.”

You peered at him skeptically, confused by his sudden change of heart, “My turn for what?”

“Pick a flavor.”

You hummed in amusement, turning back towards the tubs and looking at them once more before smiling at the lady behind the counter. “One scoop of vanilla on a waffle cone please.” As soon as you had chosen, Chan couldn’t help but snort from beside you. The sound had you snapping your head towards him as you wondered what was so funny about your choice. “What?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“Vanilla? Really?”

“I like vanilla,” You stated, “It’s classic. It’s simple. You can never go wrong with it.”

Chan squinted at you, watching as you took the cone from the employee and followed behind him to the register. “Yeah, it’s also plain, boring, and severely overrated.” He pulled out his debit card from his back pocket, paying for the both of you before walking further into the parlour in search of an open seat.

You stayed close on his tracks, trying to keep up with him as he weaved through the crowd. “Okay, but that’s the flavor. What does that have anything to do with me?”

He sighed, glancing back at where you walked behind him. “You’re a perfectionist,” He found a vacant spot and jumped at the chance to secure it as he pulled out a chair for you. “Not fun whatsoever,” He signaled for you to sit down and you did so with a huff, refusing to quit glaring at him. “You’re afraid to take risks, and you’re secretly judgemental.”

Your jaw dropped. Sure, you could’ve avoided calling him childish, but you didn’t think he would be so harsh with you. Seriously, you had only just met this guy and you already had the urge to walk out on him.

Who does he think he is?

You opened your mouth to bite back an insult on the tip of your tongue, but before you could get it out, he took the seat across from you and continued to speak. “So, I guess the real question is –,” He paid you no mind as you narrowed your eyes at him, “What’s a girl like you doing on Tinder?”

The unexpected interrogation left you puzzled. You were typically good when it came to quick thinking and formulating witty responses, so why does nothing come to mind whenever he poses a question?

You stuttered, trying to think of something to respond. Chan leaned back, taking a bite of his cone as he smirked at you. Scowling, you stared daggers into the man in front of you. “Forget about me,” You raise your chin to exude confidence, “What about you huh? Why are you on Tinder?”

Unfortunately, Chan didn’t exactly feel threatened nor put on the spot like you had been when he asked. “Did my text not make it obvious?”

Wow, this man really had no shame.

You rolled your eyes, remembering very well what he was recalling. “Yeah, you also said you were kidding to save your ass.”

“Between you and me,” Chan leaned in closer over the table, teasing you as he spoke in a playfully hushed tone, “I really wasn’t.” He winked, and to say it didn’t have you feeling mildly turned on would be a lie. You squirmed in your seat, adjusting to grow accustomed to the sticky feeling beginning to spread between your thighs.

Over the past six days leading up to this date, you have gotten to know Chan very well. He was a passionate guy who wore his heart on his sleeve and spoke his mind no matter the consequences. He had a slick mouth, much to your dismay, and a very flirtatious personality which you figured out through all the dirty jokes he would slip into a casual conversation.

When it comes to getting to know you however – Chan didn’t have much luck in that area. You were the complete opposite of him, a tough cookie with walls that were disappointingly difficult to break through.

Shaking your head, you looked back down at your cone in annoyance. Noticing the ice cream that had dripped onto your hand, you innocently licked the crevice between your thumb and pointer finger to clean it up. Chan’s attention diverted from your face to your tongue, watching very intently as you did so. You were fast to pick up on it, becoming aware of the way his fun and flirty expression dropped and his adam’s apple bobbed nervously in his throat.

With a slight smirk, you repeated the action, except this time, you concentrated on the actual scoop of ice cream. “Mhmm,” You moaned seductively, eyes rolling to wordlessly convey how delicious it tasted despite it being exaggerated. If you could see yourself right now, you would probably laugh or curl up from humiliation, but Chan’s keen fixation on your movements had spiked your confidence levels tremendously. “So good.”

Chan made a sound in acknowledgment, not trusting his voice as he was still unable to tear his vision away from you licking at the dessert. He watched as your tongue twirled, almost professionally around the scoop, collecting the white cream on your tastebuds and swallowing. His cock twitched in his pants and he shuffled in an attempt to hide his now growing boner, the view of you in front of him giving leeway for his mind to conjure up something a little more – lewd. He was dirty minded, that was for sure.

He thought that getting ice cream on a first date was an easy way to play it safe, but maybe it wasn’t after all. At least not with you.

Ever since he stumbled across your profile on TINDER, your picture popping up of you in a bikini that left little to the imagination, Chan knew he had to get you all to himself. He almost coiled in excitement when the screen stating you two had matched flashed across his screen. Without thinking much, he was sending the very text message that started it all, and needless to say, it worked out in his favor. Atlas, here you were, sitting right across from him licking at an ice cream cone and moaning, even though it wasn’t because of him.

He was already one step ahead.

Realizing the way his eyes zoned in on you, specifically the way you glided your tongue around your vanilla flavored ice cream, you suppressed a giggle. “Is something wrong?” You asked innocently, perking up. Leaning forward to express concern, you propped both elbows up on the table, causing the subtle action to accentuate your cleavage in the dress you were wearing.

Chan trailed his gaze down to your chest before quickly darting his eyes back up to your face. He swallowed hard, shifting in his seat. “No,” He shook his head, taking another bite of his cone as he finally turned his attention towards anything but you, “Nothing wrong.”

You nodded, taking another lick of your sweet treat, more than happy that you had a much stronger effect on him than you thought. Needless to say, for the rest of the date, Chan was quite distracted from both you and the massive hard-on growing in his pants.

Men were too easy.

Surprisingly enough, despite the constant back and forth banter that occurred at Jenni’s parlour, it had been pushing a little over a week since and you still found yourself texting Chan a little more than you’d like to admit.

He was starting to break you out of your habits slowly, one of them being your early bedtime. You were always the type of girl to hit the sack before eleven p.m, especially since you were expected to be at your job way before noon. But ever since you’d met the man, staying up late became your new normal.

Like right now, curled up between the sheets comfortably at two a.m although your brain was telling you that you needed to go to sleep. Somehow, at the parlour, Chan convinced you to swap numbers with him and just as you were about to put your phone down to call it a night, a ding sounded from the device.

CHAN: you up?

YOU: ??? YOU: yeah

CHAN: send nudes ?¿

It was meant as a joke, really. The past two, almost three weeks, you’ve grown quite accustomed to his constant use of dirty jokes and references. But to you, this was a perfect opportunity to prove him wrong about the first assumption he made about you. It still sat on your mind, bothering you a lot more than it probably should.

You were anything but vanilla.

Giving it some time to think over, you bit your lip before glancing at the mirror across your bedroom. Hastily, you sat up to turn on the lamp and illuminate the space with a warm yellow glow. Throwing off the comforter, you swung your feet over the bed to stand up. Not thinking twice, you pulled off your thin tank top, pants following soon after. Without delay, your nipples hardened into buds in the cold air and you decided to ignore the growing goosebumps forming on your skin.

You paused, wondering to what extent you were willing to take this, but quite frankly, fuck it – it was your turn to be bold.

You slide your panties down, stepping out of them and tossing the fabric over to the side. Grabbing your phone, you stalked over to the mirror with a smile. If there was anything you learned about Chan so far, it was that he was one horny motherfucker. Two a.m be damned, he was desperate enough to take what you give him regardless of time and place.

You held your phone up, glancing at yourself through the camera. You used the device to hide your face and brought your other hand up to place on your bicep, your arm effectively covering your nipples, yet still allowing the underside of your round plump tits to be seen. Your hip jutted out to angle your body in a more flattering way, crossing your legs over while you were at it because nudes or not – if he wanted to see what was between them, then he would have to do it in person.

You snapped the photo once you were satisfied with your position, taking a few more just for safe measures. Moving back to your bed, you settled under the covers without even bothering to get dressed. Instead you were too focused on swiping through the pictures. You picked your favorite one and quite unlike you, without any hesitance, you hit send.

Biting your nails, a habit you often did in anticipation, you watched as the bubbles on your screen popped up to notify you that he was typing.

CHAN: holy fucking shit CHAN: excuse me while i go fuck my fist 😃

To be honest, with humor like his, you didn’t know if he was serious or not. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to care if he actually was, especially since he would be getting himself off to a photo of you.

YOU: lmaooo, you’re excused 🤭 YOU: make sure you add me to your spank bank ;)

Typically Chan was fast, often having a text message ready to go by the time yours goes through. This time however, it took a lot longer than usual to get back to you.

Your eyebrows knot together, wondering if what he said was true and if he was in fact jerking off to you. Giving him a few minutes, you glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand as you wait. Doing the mental math, you would only get a short few hours of sleep in before you had to wake up for work. Sighing, you decided it was time to wrap it up before you got a little too carried away and ended up pulling an all-nighter instead.

YOU: …..hello???

Again, your text was left on delivered and you figured that he was rather… busy. Chuckling to yourself, you went to turn your phone off, but before you could, you noticed your messages were now marked as read. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you waited for what he had to say and you couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face as your eyes scanned over his words.

CHAN: i think we should go on another date

In any other instance, you would’ve scolded yourself for giggling like a teenager slowly falling head over heels. But Chan brought out a side of you that even you didn’t know existed.

YOU: i think so too

Ever since you met Chan, you’ve come to notice that time seemed to move rather fast.

Somewhere between the constant late nights spent texting each other and the days in which you two planned to meet later in the afternoon – you were now nearing two months since matching with him on TINDER.

Safe to say, date two went a lot better than planned – if you didn’t count the fact that Chan paid more attention to your tits as opposed to you.

The push-up bra you decided to wear that day had done its job perfectly. Not only did it turn your B cups into a C, but it also accentuated the curve of your breasts, making them look plump.

“My eyes are up here,” You told him with a pointed look. Chan hummed with a nod but didn’t bother to tear his gaze away or even look mildly ashamed of himself. The only thing on his mind was nuzzling his face between them.

Though, who were you to judge?

Later that night, after you both parted ways and agreed on seeing each other again sometime that week, you sent him a surprise in the form of a photo message. This time, unlike the first, you weren’t trying to cover anything, and the view Chan was pathetically trying to see under the top at the cafe earlier, was on clear display for him.

You were stunned. Initially, you were certain that all you were looking for was a good fuck and you would be on your way, but there was just something about Lee Chan that had you completely captivated.

What was it, is the question.

By the time your third date came around, you realized just how much Chan seemed to love your ass. To say it was a shocker would be a lie considering the reason he most likely swiped right on your TINDER profile was because of the thin bathing suit you were wearing in your photo.

On that exact day, he had chosen the beach on purpose, and in return, you showed up in bikini bottoms that were far too small just to get a rise out of him. You strutted around shamelessly, and he couldn’t resist eyeing the way your ass jiggled and bounced from behind. He thought he was going to die of blue balls when you asked him to rub sunscreen on your back, and even more so as you requested for him to take it a little further down your backside so you would avoid getting burnt.

Suddenly, the Chan you initially met – the one that always had a slick mouth and never shied away from sexual innuendos, was poof – gone.

Honestly, as much as you’ve taken a liking to playing a game of seeing just how flustered you could make him, the fourth date was when you decided that enough was enough.

The past few days left you more than horny. From the constant lewd photos you would send him that would only get dirtier the longer you two talked to each other, and the fact that he hadn’t exactly made a move on you yet despite consistently talking a big game – your vibrator just hadn’t been doing its job lately. It was frustrating, to say the least, and your body was yearning for something a little more – real.

The restaurant, a location that you had the hand of picking for the night, was dimly lit. The warm glow of a candlelight flickered between your bodies, casting soft subtle shadows on your faces. It was a change of scenery from the casual dates you two had been on and it did its deed in fulfilling the sensual intimate atmosphere you’d been craving as of recently.

You’d taken your sweet time to get ready, picking out a dress that hugged every curve of your body and a bold red lip to match with the shade of fabric. Your heels, though somewhat uncomfortable, assisted with boosting your confidence, and with every step you took, it only grew more. You looked the best you’ve had in months and to think all this was to meet up with a man.

Chan picked you up at the exact time on the dot, jaw nearly dropping when you walked out the elevator of your apartment complex. He was rendered speechless, but unlike usual, there was a feeling of something other than the typical horniness brewing inside of him. He just couldn’t put his finger on what.

The gentleman side of him was something you hadn’t seen before; at least since you first met him. Throughout the night, he opened every door and showered you with compliments, but as you sat across from him, you couldn’t help but notice that his attention was beginning to drift elsewhere.

Chan tried his best to focus on what you were saying, he really did, but as regular, your tits distracted him, and the red lip you had opted for instead of your typical clear gloss, had an effect on him more than he’d prefer to acknowledge.

You huffed, eyebrows knitting together in pure annoyance, “Are you even listening to me?”

Chan’s eyes slightly widened as he was caught red-handed. You looked as if you were ready to bite his head off and he knew then that he had to tread carefully. Upon taking too long to respond, you got up from your spot and threw the cloth napkin down on the table. Hastily, you picked up your purse and shot him a glare, “I’ll be right back,” You muttered, before turning on your heels and heading straight for the restroom.

Even as you walked away, heels clicking angrily, Chan couldn’t help but stare at the way your dress made your ass stand out as you sashayed further from him.

He was doomed.

Finally, away from him and in an enclosed space, you gave yourself a once over in the mirror as your emotions whirled inside of you – anger, frustration, and a little bit of lust too. You were sure that if you mentioned it, Chan would surely take the hint. But proper communication was a skill that you sadly lacked.

Fixing your lipstick and poofing your hair, you admired your reflection before nodding to yourself. If plan A and plan B didn’t work out (not like there was one anyway), that just meant it was time for plan C.

Time to strike.

You strutted out of the bathroom, right back to the table you were once sitting at with your date. This time, instead of sitting across from him, you made yourself comfortable in the booth right next to him. He noted the change of seating from the corner of his eye but had no time to comment on it before a waiter showed up ready to take orders back to the kitchen.

Chan was oblivious at first, not thinking anything of it when you rested your hand gently on his knee. He continued his conversation with the waiter, asking for the specials and recommendations of what to order. Your hand lingered, slowly trailing your acrylic nails against his pants as you inched it further and further up his knee. Again, he didn’t mention the gesture, most likely thinking it was just a way of showing your affection. It wasn’t until the waiter turned their attention towards you that you figured the perfect opportunity was granted.

Without missing a beat, you asked the same questions Chan had, trying to find out which dish was precisely suited for your tastebuds. You smiled as the employee listed the options, your grin only growing wider when you saw Chan’s eyes widening from your peripheral vision when you grazed your palm over the bulge in his dress pants. Your fingers played with the zipper, casually brushing against the obvious tent beginning to grow and Chan could only be grateful that the tablecloth was covering it from the waiter’s view as he uncomfortably cleared his throat.

You held your composure quite well, caressing him softly through the fabric; and dare Chan say he was crazy to wish the layer of clothing wasn’t there in the first place.

“That sounds great!” You tell the waiter, turning to look at the man next to you. “Doesn’t it, baby?” You ask, pet name taking him by surprise almost as much as when you undid his zipper.

Chan swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he tried to hide his shock. “U-uhm…yeah, great,” He managed to say, maintaining eye contact. You looked so innocent, smiling at him as if your hand wasn’t currently sneaking its way down his pants. Your fingertips glided against his pelvis, sending goosebumps all over his skin. And finally, the moment you both have been waiting for – you gripped him firmly, feeling his cock twitch in your hold.

“Will that be all?” The waiter asked.

You nodded, thanking him before he looked at Chan patiently for an answer. He went to speak, but instead, his knee shot up, causing the table to shake at the same exact time you slid your thumb over the slit of his tip.

“Oh my,” You express with worry. Chan avoids the urge to scoff at your faux sympathy, fully aware of your mocking tone. “Is something wrong?”

He sends you a tight-lipped smile, nodding at you before doing the same to the waiter who finally walks off after being content with the answer he received. You kept your eyes on his back, but not for long as you could feel the way Chan was peering into the side of your face. You turn to meet his gaze, sending him the most naive look you could muster while your hand worked slowly up and down his cock.

“What?” You asked, lashes fluttering with a confused expression.

“Bold.” He stated through gritted teeth.

You smirked, bringing the same hand you were using on him up to your face, acting as if you were covering your mouth to laugh. Instead, you gathered enough saliva in your mouth and held eye contact with him as you spit in your palm and returned it back to where it was under the table. Chan sucked in a shuddered breath, the spit making it easier for your hand to glide and work him up to a high in record time. As pathetic as it was, it took him all but three minutes and a few dirty words whispered into his ear before he was cumming all over your hand.

You raised both eyebrows in amusement, enjoying the flush look on his face post-orgasm. “Not so vanilla now, am I?”

And so it began – the constant cycle of Chan between your legs and in return, you on your knees for him. However, as much as you enjoyed his fingers and his tongue, it was never him inside of you.

He was driving you crazy.

The fifth official date was when you finally concluded that it was time to put your foot down, your sexual frustration getting the best of you.

Much like the first time, Jenni’s ice cream parlour was packed to the brim yet again. Chan suggested the location when you gave him the option of choosing, saying that it would be adorable to take a visit back to where it all started.

Started what, exactly? You have no clue, but there was no denying that over the past couple of months, something was lingering in the air between the two of you.

Perhaps, love?

No. It was too soon… you think.

“I bet I can guess what flavor you’re going to get.”

Chan’s words cause you to let out a small laugh. You raise your sunglasses to your head, shooting him an amused look. “Really?”

He nods, a smirk growing on his face as if he’s got you all figured out. “Really.” He confirms, voice unwavering in confidence.

“Okay,” You urge him to continue, “What is it then?”

“Vanilla.”

Your tongue prods at your cheek in mild annoyance. You send him a tight-lipped smile, doing your best to hide your irritation. Vanilla was your go-to, it always has been and you always thought it would be; however, ever since you met Chan, you’ve learned to step out of your comfort zone more often. Change has never really been your thing, but you were growing more accustomed to your routine shifting the longer you spent with him.

Not giving you enough time to say anything back, not like you were so sure that was a good idea given your attitude, an employee greeted the both of you. She smiled, going over all the options available before asking what flavor you wanted.

You could feel Chan’s eyes on you, expectantly waiting for you to choose what you’d usually go for. Your jaw clenched, not sparing him a glance as you smiled back at the staff behind the counter.

“Superman.”

Chan’s eyebrows shot up and he stammered over his words in surprise, “Superman?”

You hum, still refusing to look at him as the lady hands you the cone. You silently grimace at the arrangement of colors, but nevertheless, aren’t too disheartened by your change of ice cream flavor. It was time to try something different, even if it included vibrant colored food dye. Licking the scoop of ice cream, you turned to the man next to you.

Chan stares at you for a short while, still in shock, but quickly composes himself as his lips twitch into a small smile – almost as if he’s proud. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Expect the unexpected,” You wink at him playfully.

He shakes his head, laughing to himself before slowly looking at the lady waiting for him to order. “I’ll take vanilla please.”

You almost scoff, narrowing your eyes at him. He looks at you teasingly, smirking at your reaction. “What?” He asks. “I thought we were exchanging orders.”

You don’t say anything, instead watching as he takes his own ice cream cone and walks over to the register. You follow behind him, a little ticked off, but still appreciative when he once again, like he has every other time, pays for the both of you.

You take the lead, walking over to the same booth you two secured on the first date. The family previously occupying it left just in time for the seats to become vacant despite multiple other customers looking for a place to sit as well.

Just as you got comfortable on the padded cushion, Chan backtracked as he watched you lick your ice cream, this time the color on your tongue being a mix of red and blue instead of white. He cursed under his breath, swiftly turning around and walking away. You watched confused, but everything clicked into place as he returned with a wad of napkins. Sending him a knowing smile, you huff out a laugh, knowing all too well how much the little drops of melted ice cream on your hand affected him during date number one.

“I’m playing it safe,” He mumbled, finally sliding into the booth.

Conversation flowed easily, kept mostly casual with undercurrents of teasing and sexual flirtations that neither of you fully addressed. With each passing minute, you subtly noticed Chan inching closer and closer. Whether he was doing it subconsciously or not, you had no idea but chose not to mention it.

You take another slow lick of your dessert, tongue swiping along the edge of the cone as your eyes flicked up to meet Chan’s. The sentence he was in the middle of saying catches in his throat and although soft, you can hear his breathing quicken. His gaze is glued to your mouth and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, cheeks darkening in the slightest bit. You watch him confused, scanning over this new flustered state of his.

That’s when you notice it.

The tablecloth he was using to help provide a barrier of cover, did very little to shield the obvious tent in his pants. It was different from just a regular bulge in jeans too tight. In fact his jeans fit him perfectly, he just had a massive raging hard-on at the very moment.

“Chan,” You say his name, trying to capture his attention. It does nothing as he avoids confrontation, almost as if he is ignoring you entirely. “Chan,” You try again, more persistently, “Will you just look at me?”

He shakes his head no, just like a stubborn toddler would. You sigh heavily in both frustration and annoyance. The tension in the air is thick, only growing more suffocating the longer Chan refuses to meet your eyes. You grit your teeth together, feeling your heart hammer in your chest, except instead of it being from infatuation as per usual, this time it’s from anger.

You throw your cone down on the napkins in front of you and aggressively get up from your seat. It’s only then that his head snaps towards your figure with widened eyes, a hint of fear lingering behind them. He opens his mouth to finally speak, but it’s already too late; you’re halfway across the parlour and heading straight for the door by the time he musters the courage. You can’t find it in you to care, already too wound up and tired of the ridiculous push-and-pull dynamic that only seems to go nowhere every time things get close to tipping over.

You storm out of the building, not bothering to stop despite the constant calling of your name from him. Chan follows hot on your trail, completely oblivious and wondering what on earth he’d done wrong to piss you off to this extent.

He moves fast to unlock the door of his car as he sees you approaching the vehicle, wanting to refrain from pissing you off any further than he already has. You slam his passenger door shut as you get in, the aggressive sound causing him to flinch. Cautiously, he slides into the driver’s seat, taking a short glance at you. He quickly observes the way your jaw ticks and arms are crossed as you stare out the window, and he decides that maybe now is not the best time to address whatever elephant it is that’s in the room.

“Take me home.”

Your words cut through the air like a knife. Immediately Chan starts up his car, pulling out of the parking space and navigating through the streets. He opted out of the use of a GPS, and you were thankful that he seemed to know the route back to your place by heart, making it easier to not talk to him as he didn’t need your assistance.

He knows he shouldn’t speak and he most certainly knows that he’s on thin ice, but it’s already too late and the words are leaving his mouth before he can even register. “You seem pissed.”

You release a shudder of breath, swallowing hard as you resist the urge to scream. “No shit,” You say, voice laced with venom.

He shuts up immediately, grip on the steering wheel tightening as he takes a turn and pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex. Before he can even park, you’re already unbuckling your seatbelt and grasping at the handle. He changes the gears, rushing to unlock the doors before you can unleash your wrath on him any further. As soon as he does so, you’re out of the vehicle and storming straight for the entrance of your building.

Chan sits in his car for a minute, watching as you strut off angrily. It takes him a second to process everything, but as soon as he does, he’s taking action.

He grabs at his handle, yanking the door ajar and stumbling over his own two feet as he gets out. He calls your name as he struggles to catch up, but you decide he’s not worthy of your attention as you ignore him entirely. He looks utterly pathetic, trailing after you like an abandoned puppy, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

If only a second shorter, the elevator doors would’ve closed directly in his face, but his arm darts out just in time to catch it. He stumbles into the enclosed space just as you click your floor and you don’t bother to say anything. Instead, you stare at the electric indicator, watching as the number rises with each level the elevator moves up. Chan takes a spot in the corner farthest from you, yet you can feel his eyes peering into the side of your face and hear his foot tapping nervously.

A ding rings out and the doors open on the seventeenth floor. You step out of the small space, enjoying the breath of fresh air from the suffocating silence that once consumed you. Chan lingers, but as soon as you start moving in the direction of your living space, he’s not too far behind. The questions tumble out rapidly, and he follows you all the way to your apartment, pleading for you to tell him what’s wrong.

“For fucksake, will you shut up already?” You don’t spare him a glance as you fumble with your keys.

“No,” He states stubbornly, “Not until you tell me what I did wrong.”

You roll your eyes, the lock to your apartment clicking as it finally grants you access. You look back at him with bitterness, hand resting on the doorknob. “You really are an idiot,” You say as you take in the desperation written all over his features. Your words come out more as a statement, as if they were a note to yourself instead of an insult said straight to his face. Still, Chan takes offense.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, completely oblivious. “You’re mad at me because I’m an idiot?”

You straighten up, turning your body around to face him. A sigh falls from your lips as you shake your head, “It’s been nearly five months Chan,” Your hand moves to hold the number up, “Five,” You repeat exasperatedly.

He looks at you puzzled, mouth opening yet not saying anything as he struggles to process the meaning behind your reasoning. “Okay…” He says slowly, “What does that have to do with anything?”

You throw your arm down, even more frustrated than before as it was obvious he didn’t get the point. “All that time and we still haven’t done anything yet,” You say, hoping to clear things up.

Much to your dismay, his eyebrows only furrow. “We’ve done plenty of things,” He states.

You don’t have to ask to know that he’s talking about the countless times your dates have become handsy.

You massage your temples, stress building with every argument he makes to your claims. “Yes, but I need more,” Your tone is daring and you look at him with a yearning that he’s never quite seen from you before.

Your pupils were dilated, gaze being so intense that it almost caused him to look away. It leaves his mouth dry as he struggles to mutter a soft, “Oh” in final realization.

It’s as if all the stars in the night sky finally align when you see the exact moment he puts all the pieces together. “Oh.” You repeat back to him, the word being a final confirmation and all that he needed to know to affirm he was on the right track of figuring you out.

A beat passes and for the first time since he’s met you, Chan uses it to survey you – actually take you in for more than what he saw you as.

Sure your face was beautiful and body damn near perfect, but if he takes a closer look, he can notice the tension in your shoulders and the way your fingers always fidget.

He wonders how he missed it before, the evident sexual frustration that you’ve had since day one that he knew needed more to cure. He hadn’t thought about it, no, he’d looked right past it, putting off his own desires as he formed an opinion of you for more than what he saw you as.

Hair, face, tits, and ass be damned. That’s only the surface level of you. What was easily displayed on a platter for him. But if you asked him to explain anything about you, from thoughts to interests to what makes you the happiest girl in the world – he could easily write an entire book.

Chan’s not exactly sure what this feeling is, but what he does know is that it’s been there for a while and it’s something that starts with an L and ends with an E.

“How long is it going to take for you to finally fuck me?” You breathe out, eyes staring deep into his with a look etched on your face that silently screams for a sense of intimacy.

That was all it took, a simple question and he’s automatically leaning in to kiss you like his life depended on it – like you were the air he needed to breathe in order to survive. Your lips meet his with just as much fervor, kissing him back with a burning passion. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you pull him impossibly closer to you as your hands entangle in his hair.

Chan doesn’t take his sweet time, he’s passionate and heated all at once. For a second he wonders why he hasn’t done this before. How on earth was this the very first time he’s ever kissed you? But to a certain extent, he understands. You’re intoxicating, and now that he’s had a little taste, he's not sure he can ever let you go.

Pulling away isn’t an option, not like you could fathom the idea of being apart. You think you could stay like this forever – his lips on yours till the end of time.

Your back hits the door with a thud and Chan places his hand behind your head to break the impact. His fingers thread through your strands of hair, forcing a soft moan out of you and he jumps at the chance. You hum in content as your tongues dance together in perfect harmony, exploring each other’s mouths like they’ve belonged there the entire time.

Not bothering to break apart, your hand darts out behind you to clumsily find the doorknob and Chan follows your mouth as you lean back, not wanting to part ways just yet. Once found, you jiggle at it, opening the door before finally, and quite sadly, pulling away from the kiss.

That was the first time you invited Chan into your apartment – your home and what has come to be known as your ultimate safe place turned filthy after a hot and steamy night with the man you’ve been waiting to have all to yourself in bed.

“You –,” The expression etched onto Yunjin’s face is borderline comical as she nearly chokes on her drink. She puts the mimosa glass back on the table, looking around to make sure no one is listening before leaning in and whispering, “Dommed?”

You roll your eyes at your best friend’s dramatics, “Yes.”

“Holy shit,” Yunjin leans back in her chair, brunch completely forgotten about as she stares at you in awe. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“There’s just something about him,” You mumble, taking a bite of your french toast, “He brings out a side of me I never really knew was there.”

Yunjin hums, fully examining you as if a science project is on display. She crosses her arms over her chest with a devilish smirk. “No way,” She giggles, “You have a mommy kink.”

Immediately, you stop chewing to look at her unimpressed. “No I don’t,” You deadpan.

“What’s next? Gonna peg him?”

“Shut the fuck up,” You snap, sending her a pointed look.

Her arms shoot up in surrender as she laughs, her intent on provoking a reaction out of you being successful. She quiets down when she realizes you’re not half as amused as she is, and it causes her to fully address the situation as it is.

This was more serious than she thought – than you thought.

“My god. You really do like this dude, don’t you?”

It’s a question asked innocently, and one that means no harm, but still it causes you to tense up. Suddenly, your walls are rebuilding themselves, and best friend be damned, you oh so badly wanted to freeze her out at the very moment.

“What makes you say that?” You shrug dismissively.

Yunjin scoffs, knowing what you were trying to do. All those years spent together, you would be damn stupid to think she doesn’t catch on to your habits of shutting people out. You’ve always hated talking about deep emotional connections, let alone forming one and it was the main reason as to why you’ve never had a boyfriend all throughout both high school and college.

As your best friend, it’s her rightful duty to – how should she put this nicely – slap talk some damn sense into you.

“Y/n,” She states firmly, raising a stern eyebrow, much like your mother did when you were younger. “You can’t keep on doing this.”

“Doing what?” You play coy, “I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re avoiding your feelings.”

You let out a gasp, hand clutched over your chest as you pretend to take the accusation personally. “Am not!”

Yunjin grumbles in annoyance and shoots you a glare. “Y/n, we’re not kids anymore. We’re full grown adults and god forbid, you like someone. So what? It’s not going to be the end of the world.”

You take in her mini pep talk, yet it does nothing to affect your stance. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”

She lets out a sound of dissatisfaction, knowing better than to trust your words. “Keep this up any longer and you’ll end up like one of those old and lonely cat ladies.”

“I like cats.”

“That’s not my point!” She bites back, and although she’s currently looking at you like she wants your head on a stick – you also know, she just wants what’s best for you.

You sigh heavily, throat constricting as you nod in defeat. “I’m scared.” You manage to say, voice so soft that she almost misses your confession. “I’m scared and you’re right, I do like him – at least, I think I do.”

“You do,” Yunjin confirms for you, “Maybe even a little bit more than like.”

You know what she’s trying to entail, but instead of dwelling on it, you choose to take it one step at a time.

You like Lee Chan.

You bring your hands up to bury your face in them, wincing at the thought. “I should’ve swiped left on him,” You groan.

Yunjin smiles, content and slightly proud that you’ve finally begun to accept your feelings for what they are. “Swiper no swiping.”

It’s been four days.

Four days, and Chan thinks he has a reason to justify going insane.

No calls, no texts, no signs that you’re even alive – absolutely nothing.

He waits with as much patience as he can muster, phone clutched tightly as he stares down at the screen. It takes a few minutes before he sighs and tucks the device away into his back pocket.

Chan wasn’t as naive as you made him out to be. He was smart and clever, but when it came to all things regarding you, it threw him for an impossible loop. However, even now, he could make out that you were ignoring him.

Sometimes you slip up. He was hard to forget about, and more so harder to resist whenever his contact would pop up here and there. At first, it was easy to swipe up on the notification. But as the days rolled by and felt longer than before, trying not to miss him wasn’t an option anymore.

Read receipts will forever be the bane of your existence.

— MONDAY, day one

2:08 pm (delivered)

CHAN: hey, i know you’re at work rn, but wanna go on a date this weekend? CHAN: the carnival is coming back to town and i think it would be fun yk

4:36 pm (delivered)

CHAN: just lmk

6:45 pm (delivered)

CHAN: how was work?

8:15 pm (delivered)

CHAN: y/n? CHAN: if you don’t answer i’m gonna take your silence as a yes lmao

10:23 pm (delivered)

CHAN: rough day? CHAN: that’s fine, we can just talk more about it tmr and make plans CHAN: goodnight

— TUESDAY, day two

7:00 am (delivered)

CHAN: morning CHAN: have a good day, i’ll txt you later

10:56 am (delivered)

CHAN: wanna get lunch together on your break?

11:02 am (delivered)

CHAN: hellooooo ???? CHAN: i’m free around the same time you’re supposed to take your break so lmk

12:35 pm (delivered)

CHAN: or i can pick something up and bring it to you CHAN: i know you like that one little sandwich spot downtown with the freshly baked sourdough

1:15 pm (delivered)

CHAN: so i guess that’s a no then ?

6:30 pm (delivered)

CHAN: y/n CHAN: am i just texting myself

8:32 pm (delivered)

CHAN: alright i’ll just go fuck myself then 😃 CHAN: KIDDING CHAN: ….maybe

11:56 pm (delivered)

CHAN: night

— WEDNESDAY, day three

9:08 am (read)

CHAN: is today the day you’re finally going to hmm idk TEXT ME BACK

11:47 am (delivered)

CHAN: guess not

1:23 pm (read)

CHAN: y/n, you’re killing me here CHAN: did i do something wrong?

6:17 pm (delivered)

CHAN: y/n

10:13 pm (read)

CHAN: are you ignoring me?

12:01 am (delivered)

CHAN: gn

— THURSDAY, day four

1:04 pm (read)

CHAN: hey CHAN: i don’t know what i did to piss you off and make you ignore me, but i just wanted to let you know that i’m sorry

7:38 pm (delivered)

CHAN: okay, your silence is making me become borderline psychotic CHAN: i think i’m losing it

8:15 pm (delivered)

CHAN: they’re setting up the carnival, i can see the ferris wheel from the highway CHAN: i used to ride it all the time when i was a kid CHAN: call me lame or whatever, but it was lowkey my favorite

10:52 pm (read)

CHAN: say something CHAN: anything, please

11:14 pm (read)

CHAN: are you starting to regret things?

12:54 am (read)

CHAN: whatever

— FRIDAY, day four

7:15 am (delivered)

CHAN: you know what? CHAN: yeah i’m not gonna let this happen

10:14 am (delivered)

CHAN: text me back

1:37 pm (delivered)

CHAN: y/n i’m not kidding CHAN: text me back

2:37 pm (delivered)

CHAN: last chance

2:45 pm (delivered)

CHAN: okay then CHAN: call me crazy idc

3:15 pm (delivered)

CHAN: fuck it

Chan thinks this is a stupid idea – Chan knows this is a stupid idea.

Showing up to your workplace might be pushing boundaries, but over the past four days, now going on five, he can’t find it within himself to care.

Fridays were always your favorite day of the week. The office was always a buzz, food was supplied by your company, and you got to get off your shift three hours earlier. However, now, as the clock struck 3:40, the usual time in which you would be clocking out, you still sat in your chair. Your desk was a mess, scattered with papers and loose staples.

Sighing, you look at your planner sitting on the edge. Out of the multiple tasks written on your to-do list, only a few were actually checked off and there was so much more to complete.

The endless nights of no sleep were catching up to you. At first, you tried to go to bed early, but it was a hopeless attempt with the constant dinging from your phone. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to mute Chan’s incoming messages. When you did catch yourself dozing off, the bed felt too empty, despite never having anyone spend the night before.

How is it possible to miss something that was never there in the first place?

“Hey, what are you still doing here?” Your co-worker asks as she’s heading out. She glances at you curiously as she adjusts the bag strap on her shoulder.

You smile, although it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Thought I should stay a little while.”

Gesturing to the array of paperwork in front of you, she seems to understand where you’re coming from. The sympathetic expression on her face makes your stomach turn, and you know she doesn’t approve of your choice to stay back.

“Okay, well don’t be too long,” She nods, looking you over from head to toe, “Also, make sure you go home and get some sleep.”

She says it in the best interest, but that doesn’t stop annoyance from spiking within. Your shoulders tense and you nod, trying not to look irritated. It’s only when she leaves, your smile drops.

“Fucking hell,” You mutter to yourself, fed up.

You know you shouldn’t be here and you also know that your work isn’t going to get done properly while you're exhausted – but you need a distraction. Refusing to look at Chan’s messages is harder said than done, but today, giving in is not an option.

The last thing on your mind is Chan – or at least you try convincing yourself of that.

“I don’t suppose you know of someone named Y/n, do you?” Chan believes that bumping into the girl leaving your company’s building was a blessing in disguise. He’d seen her before, noting as soon as he saw her face that she was a friend of yours from work.

She smiles, glancing up at the tall building, silently giving him an answer. “Hi, yes! She’s staying back to catch up on some work.”

Chan’s eyebrows furrow and he looks at his watch. It’s twenty minutes past the time in which you would already be on your way home. He thought he missed you, but suddenly he thinks that road raging and swerving between traffic wasn’t needed on his way here.

“She’s still up there if you’re looking for her,” Your coworker pipes, “Floor thirteen.”

Chan smiles and thanks her before entering through the sliding doors. He walks with a pep in his step, making it to the elevator just in time before it closes and pressing the button. With each floor he passes, he begins to feel something faint starting to stir in him. It starts in his toes, making its way up to his abdomen, then chest, and finally his ears. He clenches and unclenches his hands repeatedly, anxiousness getting the best of him.

He hesitates to get off the lift when it finally reaches, but he steps out and takes a short look around. The office is quiet, a lot less people being around now that the workday is over. The big windows throughout the space let in bright light from the sun, hitting the cubicles perfectly. He walks slowly, scanning the place as he tries to spot you.

You stand out – sitting at your desk, fingers typing away at the keyboard and drawing out clicking sounds in the quiet atmosphere. You’re entirely too focused, but still, he can see the bags under your eyes and slouch to your posture.

He approaches carefully, not wanting to alarm you. “Hey,” He greets softly.

You snap your head up, eyes wide in shock as you take him in. “What are you doing here?” You ask, pushing your chair back and standing while you try to process the situation.

Chan shrugs, “You never texted me back.”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, “So what? You think showing up to my job was a good idea?”

There’s an undertone of venom laced within your words and it causes Chan to slightly flinch. He acts like the glare you sent his way doesn’t faze him and instead keeps his composure calm.

“You’re ignoring me.”

Your heart beats rapidly at the confrontation. “Leave Chan,” You dismiss, raising a stern eyebrow at him.

“Hell no,” He laughs, but it’s half-hearted and not from amusement, “I’ve been going insane Y/n. Insane and it’s all because of you.”

You avert your eyes from him, staring at your desk as you don't respond.

“We can’t keep doing this. It’s either you want me just as badly as I want you, or you just don’t want me at all.” He uses his hands to speak, gesturing sporadically out of frustration. “I could be anything you want. You just tell me what you want and I’ll be that for you.”

You glance up at him, eyes threatening to fill with tears. You hold them back to the best of your ability. His words pull at your heartstrings, but you try not to let them phase you. You shake your head, barely holding it together as you mutter softly, “Leave.”

A few minutes roll by, but no words are said. The tension between the two of you grows thick.

Chan nods, eyes narrowing as he studies you. “Fine,” He agrees, “I’ll go.”

“Fine?” You uncross your arms, regretting your decision of not wanting him around. You forgot how desperately you craved the feeling of him, let alone enjoyed it. The thought of losing him again was unbearable as dramatic as it may seem, but it was from your own doing. Chan was just simply obliging by what you said and you had absolutely no right being mad at him for doing so.

He’s quick to catch the way you react as he turns to look at you from over his shoulder. However, he’s not surprised. Your walls may be built up now, but he’s knocked them down once and he’s certainly not afraid to do it again.

“Unless you don’t want me to?”

You stiffen slightly, mouth going dry as you grow used to the feeling of your throat tightening. You’re afraid to speak, scared that your words might leave your mouth with a sob. Your silence seems to be enough and Chan exhales deeply before he tilts his head in recognition.

“Tomorrow. Five p.m.” His tone leaves no room for argument, plans already set in stone. “Be ready. I’ll pick you up.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, teeth digging into the soft flesh, but nevertheless, you nod in agreement.

Chan offers you a tight-lipped smile, happy with your answer. For a second he was beginning to fear that you were going to reject him, but his worries were now at bay.

You’re all his once again and this time around, he has absolutely no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

“Now, let me take you home.”

The sound of sneakers against pavement and the distant chatter of people filled the air as you and Chan strolled through the carnival. The night was alive with energy – the scent of popcorn and funnel cakes drifting through and excited screams from roller coaster passengers blending into the upbeat music playing from the overhead speakers.

It was pushing just past sunset, and as adamant as you were about going on this date, you surely did enjoy the man’s presence. Being within his vicinity was always the most comfortable you’ve ever been. Similar to a fluffy warm blanket draped over your body on a cold winter night.

You look over at Chan, the bright neon lights of a few rides nearby casting colorful reflections across his face. It caused him to look impossibly more attractive than he already is; his side profile standing out from the mild shine of a spotlight.

“What?”

You blink in surprise as he turns his head towards you. Not having expected him to catch you in the act of admiring his good looks, you quickly avert your gaze.

“Nothing,” You mutter.

Chan’s lips curve into the smallest smirk and he playfully nudges his shoulder against yours. “Tell me,” He insists.

Your shoulders roll back as you try to save face and divert the topic. “You know, we’ve been here for a few hours already.” You glance up at the dark shades of blue and purple painting the sky. “Whatever happened to that ferris wheel you were telling me about?”

Your diversion seems to do the trick and Chan’s eyes immediately light up at the mention of his favorite ride. For a split second, he looks like a starstruck child. But soon his excitement dulls down into something smaller and laced with disappointment.

“What?” You frown. “What’s wrong?”

Chan tries to smile, but it falters halfway through. “So you did see my texts.”

You freeze, breath picking up as you register your mistake. The only reason why you knew the ferris wheel was his favorite was because Chan mentioned the ride before – specifically on Thursday when you’d been on a deadset mission of shutting him out.

“Fuck.” The expression on your face morphs into one ridden of guilt and shame. “I’m really sorry,” You apologize.

“Don’t worry about it,” Chan shrugs, “It’s fine.”

You sigh, shaking your head, “No Chan it’s not. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you and instead of just talking things out like adults, I decided that avoiding you was the best option.”

He regards your heartfelt apology, reassuring you, “Really, it’s okay.”

You continue with your speech, not properly registering the acceptance in his tone. “I behaved stupidly, and immaturely, and –,” You wince with remorse plaguing your mind, “God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Y/n,” Chan interrupts and you half expect him to be angry with you. Instead, he’s calm, nonchalant almost. “I told you, it’s fine. I understand.” His hands are shoved into his pockets as he observes you, unfazed by everything that’s happening. You kind of want him to be angry with you – maybe then you’d feel a little less shitty for throwing yourself a pity party, although it seems unreasonable. “You just need to understand.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together, not sure what he meant. “Understand? Understand what exactly?”

Chan smiles, and this time it reaches his eyes. It causes the butterflies in your stomach to erupt and heart to swell in your chest. “You’ll see.” He holds his hand out and you take the offer, enlacing your fingers with his despite still being skeptical. “You just need to figure some things out for yourself.”

You choose to stay silent and ponder while you allow him to guide you through the crowds of people. He eased through them and before you know it, without having enough time to even think over what he said, you were standing in line for the ferris wheel.

The tall spinning frame rose above everything else, outlined in golden bulbs that blinked brightly and illuminated the night. Each cart swung gently in the wind, going around slowly and giving each rider enough time to appreciate the view from the top.

The queue moved forward and you followed, stepping up to the platform as Chan led you into a purple cart. You take your seats, just the two of you alone as the wheel starts moving and you embark on the journey upwards.

At first it’s quiet, and the only thing you can hear is the whipping of wind the higher the cart moves. But as Chan scooted closer until his thigh was pressed up against your own, the sound of the wind was soon replaced with one of your own heartbeat.

You tried not to pay any attention, but it became progressively more difficult when his hand brushed yours. The jitters were hard to push down and you were no longer able to focus on the view of the city. The silence that loomed over kept you on edge and you began to bounce your leg to help calm yourself.

Chan’s hand darts out to rest on your thigh and the movement immediately stops at his touch. You snap your head over to him, but instead of saying anything, he offers a comforting smile as he squeezes your leg to provide reassurance.

That’s when you understood.

The ferris wheel wasn’t just a ride – it was the kind of place that held the weight of too many confessions and almost kisses. The kind of place where everything you’ve been avoiding, starts to inevitably feel closer, clearer, and harder to deny.

Up here, where it feels like you’re on top of the world, makes it easier to think and harder to lie. And now as your cart is at the highest peak of the ride, there is no longer anywhere to run and hide. You didn’t want to be up here, not with him, and definitely not now when you could feel your walls starting to slip.

“Y/n,” He says your name softly.

You make the mistake and meet his eyes, catching glimpses of the warmth that swirled in them. The way he peered at you was almost too knowingly. Like he already has you all figured out and was just waiting for you to finally stop pretending.

You turn your body towards him to observe his expression – and there it was. That look you’ve been running from. Not because you didn’t want it, but because you did.

You’ve spent the last week dodging it, thinking you would break if you thought about the softness in his voice whenever he said your name or the way he could list all the little things about you that no one else knows.

“What you said earlier,” You swallow hard and it’s almost painful as you accept what you’ve been trying to hold back since the first time you met him. “About understanding.” You could feel the anticipation curling in your chest, quiet and warm like a secret you hadn’t meant to bring with you that was finally going to be aired out.

Chan nods in acknowledgment, urging you to continue.

“I didn’t know what you meant then – but if I did, I think I was trying to disregard it.”

His eyes search yours, glazing over your features before he asks gently, “And now?”

You breathe in the night, gazing at him as if he’d strung all the stars in the sky. The quiet certainty settled and you found yourself being brave enough to speak. “Now,” You start, nodding in final acceptance, “I understand.”

Chan doesn’t wait a second longer. As soon as you say the words, your admittance now out in the open, his lips are on yours. His hand snakes up to the side of your face, cradling your cheek as your lips welcome his own. The kiss is everything your first one wasn’t – it’s slow and calculated, with passion poured into it with every fiber of your heart and souls. The truth that once lived in the shadows between you is now loud – shouting, screaming, draining all the oxygen from your lungs to be heard as you refuse to pull away.

Loving Chan came as easy as breathing, and you didn’t want to hold your breath for any longer. You were tired of suffocating when it felt like he was the only thing you needed to survive.

You slowly pull away from the kiss, forehead resting against his. “Chan,” You whisper his name. He hums, holding your gaze, being able to see all the thoughts practically swimming in your head. “I love you.”

The edges of his mouth slightly curve and he looks at you tenderly as he tucks a stand of loose hair behind your ear.

“I know.”

Six days ago, when Chan was here, it marked the first time you invited him into your apartment. But as he steps into your bedroom, lips attached to yours, this time he was here because you had finally invited him into your heart.

Clothes are shed on the way to your bed. You toss your jacket carelessly to the side, not caring where it lands. Chan reciprocates your actions, only pulling away to rip off his shirt before he’s right back to kissing you. Your hands find his belt, fumbling to undo the buckle. He helps you, the clanking of metal reaching your ears as he takes it off and throws it to the ground.

“Let me suck you off.” You glance up at him, eyes blown and pupils dilated.

Chan lets out a breathless laugh, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Please,” You plead, voice desperate with want – no – need. “I want to make you feel good.”

He sighs, studying the eagerness you’re emitting. “Fine.” He gives in much quicker than expected.

As soon as you get the green light, you’re sinking to your knees, pulling his jeans down with you. The carpet of your floor digs into your knees, causing them to feel scratchy, but it’s the least of your worries. Your fingernails graze over the skin on his pelvis, causing him to flinch and goosebumps to arise. You can see the bulge in his thin boxer briefs waiting to be freed when you cup him over the fabric.

Chan lets out a shuddered breath, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. You send him a playful smile, knowing all too well from your previous encounter last week, the effect you have on him.

To hear him whine, and moan, and beg again – oh the things you would do.

You slip a finger under his waistband, letting it linger before leisurely pulling his boxers down. His erection springs free, standing tall and leaking of pre-cum. You ghost your fingertips over it, a shit-eating grin spreading across your face as Chan sucks in a breath of air from the feeling.

You loved toying with him. Chan had learned that the hard way before. But now it seems to be harder to deal with the second time around.

Your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading the fluid that had seeped out. You gaze up at him as innocently as you can, observing the way he reacts to your teasing. The muscles in his stomach flex as he tries to endure it, but as you grip his cock firmly, only squeezing him and nothing else – he grows more and more frustrated by the minute.

“Y/n,” He breathes out. His lids flutter open to peer down at you. Your eyebrows raise in acknowledgment, and Chan nearly scoffs at the audacity you have to look confused.

“What’s wrong Channie?” You ask, lips forming into a pout.

“I thought you said you wanted to suck me off.” He tries to be stern, but his tone is breathless and higher pitched than usual.

You shrug, “I do.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

You tut in disapproval, shaking your head. “Patience is key, Chan. I thought we already went over this.”

He groans in annoyance, flashbacks of the last time y’all slept together still fresh in his mind. His reaction causes you to laugh and you can’t help but enjoy his misery just a little bit. However, yearning for him the past week has you feeling needier than usual and you throw in the towel as you feel your panties dampening at the sight of him.

You slowly slide your tongue from the base of his cock to the head, taking small kitten licks when you finally reach the top. It’s barely anything, but still, it gives Chan something to work with as he sighs in satisfaction.

You take your time, tracing every vein that protrudes and coating his length in your saliva to make it easier for your hand to glide and twist around him. You suck on his tip, softly moaning at the taste of salty pre-cum on your tastebuds. It encourages you to slide down further, stuffing your mouth full of cock as your nose hits his pelvis.

Chan watches as you work with ease, and a groan escapes at the lewd scene of you taking him whole. It’s almost as if his cock is in its second home, your warm mouth wrapped around him and tip brushing against the back of your throat.

You press your thighs together at the sound of pleasure he emits and focus on your breathing to grow accustomed to the length of him before you slide off.

“Better?” You ask.

“God yes.”

You chuckle, and you’re right back on him yet again. This time you focus your hand on the lower half of his cock, jerking him off whilst you bob your head up and down on the top half. You keep the same speed for both, and the synchrony assists in drawing moans from Chan. You could feel him growing more tense with every move you make and you start to go faster when you recognize the signs.

You stifle a whimper when he tangles his fingers in your hair, gathering the strands into a makeshift ponytail. He doesn’t guide you however. Instead, he allows you to keep the same pace and suck his cock at your own speed. It’s only when you moan around the size of him, Chan’s cock spasms.

He’s almost there – he can feel it, and so can you.

Your tongue flattens against the underside of his length and you hollow your cheeks to suck him with such an intensity that it makes his knees buckle in the slightest. He regains his composure, tightening his grip in your hair as he pants heavily.

“Fuck Y/n.” He makes the mistake of looking down to where you stared back up at him with doe eyes. The sight makes him weak and the familiar feeling of pleasure thrums throughout his body. “I’m, I –,” He tries his best to speak clearly, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You hum and he feels the vibrations of the sound around his cock. It only helps push him closer to the edge, and just as he tilts his head back and thinks he’s going to be sent over – it vanishes.

He snaps his eyelids open, glaring at you incredulously. You mock his expression, before smirking.

“I never gave you permission to cum.”

“Then what’s the fucking point?” Chan asks angrily. His jaw is clenched and you can sense that he’s trying to keep his anger at bay.

You brush off his attitude, acting nonchalant. “For fun.”

Chan bites his tongue, knowing that if he let himself speak, his words might come across as too harsh. The head of his cock is red, covered in your spit, and throbbing for attention. It’s an unpleasant sensation, and he can do nothing but crave for you to continue your ministrations from before. He considers begging but decides that it would only fuel your drive for dominance. The realization turns him away from the thought until he’s left with another idea rattling around in his brain.

Growing uncomfortable to the feeling of the rough carpet against your skin, you lift a leg to help yourself get up. You try to stand, but Chan’s arms settle firmly on your shoulders, pushing you back into the same exact position you were in before. You scowl at the man, wincing as you adjust your posture to avoid rug burn.

The look in his eyes is something you’ve never seen before. It’s possessive, determined, almost – dominant.

He’s moving fast, too quick for you to fully process as both of his hands settle on either side of your face. Your mouth opens in shock to ask him what he’s doing, but it seems to be a slip-up as he takes advantage of your mistake. He thrusts his cock deeply past your lips and you almost choke at the intrusion. Tears prick your waterline, threatening to fall over as he begins to ram into your mouth, groaning as he takes control of the situation.

Surprisingly enough, you let him. You don’t try to stop him, and he’s somewhat thankful that you understand how badly he wants this. You’ve made him wait far too long, and god forbid what can he say? He’s needy.

“Holy shit,” He groans, “So fucking good.” He adjusts his grip on your face, speeding up. “Perfect. Made just for me, yeah?”

You try to nod your head to agree, but when you figure that you can’t, instead you let out a loud whine. It’s muffled, but still, it reaches his ears.

The sound evokes something out of him, and when his cock jerks in your mouth, that’s when you feel the spurts of cum shooting down your throat.

Chan’s mouth falls open as the bliss runs through him. He shamelessly allows high-pitched moans to fall from his lips as he stills completely, shoved all the way in, to where his balls are pressed against your chin.

You soak up every last bit of his cum, the taste of him almost addicting. He finally lets go of your face when his orgasm fades, breathing heavily as he tries to pull himself out of your mouth. Before he can remove his cock completely, you suck on his tip, causing him to whimper in sensitivity before whipping it out entirely. With a loud pop, you grant him grace by letting him go.

As you get up from the floor and Chan moves to rest on the bed, it’s obvious that he’s a little out of it. His cock rests against his stomach, softening, but still half erect. The view of him ignites something close to desire within you, and you can feel your underwear sticking to your skin as you grow wetter. The ache in your core only worsens when he brings an arm up to push back his hair, abs flexing at the stretch.

It’s almost comical how fast you remove your clothes; somehow being able to do so without the man glancing up to admire the sight of you. He’s still in a post-orgasmic daze when he feels the mattress move from you climbing on and shifting the weight. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he knows that you're close when your thigh brushes against his shoulders.

Your hands find the headboard, and you use it as leverage to swing your leg over him, knees on both sides of his face to position yourself directly above his lips. His lids flutter open and he’s presented with a sight that is what he considers to be, mouthwatering. He can feel his cock hardening once again, excited at the view of your wet folds.

“Be a good boy Chan,” You taunt, lowering yourself further down, “I know you want to.”

If heaven existed, then this would surely be it. There’s no other place Chan would rather be right now than in between your thighs.

His arms wrap around your legs, tugging you closer. The sudden jolt causes you to lose your grip on the bed frame, but you’re quick to grab hold of it again. It seems fruitless as you use the wooden structure to ground yourself, hands loosening when you feel his tongue on you.

Chan eats you out as if you’re his last meal, gathering every drop of arousal and savoring the taste. His tongue works fast and efficiently, swiping through your folds and poking at your entrance every now and again. The sloppy sounds he makes causes you to become impossibly hornier than before, and you let go of the headboard to fondle your breasts instead. Your fingers dance around your nipples, feeling them turn into hard buds as you pinch and tug at them. You don’t bother to contain your moans, letting Chan be well aware of how good he’s making you feel.

When you look down, his gaze is set on your face, observing your reaction to every move he makes. You whine at the eye contact, and when his lips wrap around your clit to suck harshly, your pupils roll back in pleasure. You grind on his face, merely just using him as a way to help get you off. Your pussy enjoys the attention he gives it, messy with your slick and Chan’s saliva.

“Holy shit Channie,” You whimper, “S-so close.”

He flicks at your bud with the tip of his tongue, continuously keeping the same pace. Your body feels as if a fire is igniting, coursing through your veins, and making you all hot and bothered. It’s harder to hold yourself up, and when your legs almost give out, Chan makes sure he clings on tight to help you stay upright. You move your hips persistently against his face, relishing in the feeling of his tongue flattening against your clit. The coil tightens in the pit of your stomach. When Chan groans, sending vibrations straight into your core, it makes the knot unravel.

“Oh god, I’m gonna –,” You don’t get to even finish your statement. Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, sending pleasurable sensations through your spine. You’re unable to hear the noises that escape from you, ears ringing as you bask in the bliss.

Chan continues to lap at your cunt until your orgasm fades. It dies down slowly, leaving you heaving with beads of sweat forming on your forehead. “Fuck,” You manage to force out in between breaths, “That was amazing.” Your body rolls over and you lay beside him trying to collect yourself.

Your brain is clouded, thick with fog and impure thoughts. Chan tilts his head to look at you, scanning your figure before humming. “I’m hard again,” He states the obvious and you look down to see that it’s true.

You laugh at his cock laying thick and firm against his lower abdomen. The urge spikes within you again, and although you’re tired and much more sensitive than before, your pussy greedily throbs in need.

You can’t help it – Chan is intoxicating.

Shifting closer to him, your breasts brush against his shoulders as you lean in. You trail kisses up his neck, nipping at his skin. He shudders, angling his head at a better angle so it would be easier for you to continue.

Slowly, you work your way to his ear. “I can do something about it,” You whisper, voice sultry, like velvet laced with silk. You pull back just enough to let the tension simmer, eyes locking with his.

A flash of something darker flickers across his gaze at your invitation. His pulse beats swiftly under your touch, and there’s the smallest hint of impatience in his posture. “And what will you do exactly?” He murmurs, voice low and rough, betraying his growing desire.

The heat between you intensifies and you can feel the magnetic pull between your bodies as you silently crave each other's touch.

“Let me show you.”

Your offer is more than enough, and Chan moves his hand to make it easier for you to throw your leg over his torso.

“Be my guest, baby.”

You smirk at him, sitting directly on top of his fully erect cock. When he feels himself between your folds, he can’t help but grind up into you, making you tut in disapproval.

“Patience Channie,” You scold, hands roaming over his body and mapping out every nook and cranny. You take your time, leaning down to ghost kisses from his abdomen to his jawline. The action causes Chan to become restless, and he betrays himself by letting a desperate whimper loose when you mark his neck with a hickey.

Leaning back to inspect your work, you run a finger over the bruise now turning a light shade of purple before averting your line of vision to look him in the eyes.

“Beg.”

Chan scoffs. “You’re kidding right?”

“No,” You shake your head. “You heard me – beg.”

Defiantly, Chan stills underneath your frame. You can feel his muscles tense, faint lines of his abdomen becoming more prominent when he does so.

“Come on Channie,” You taunt, leaving teasing touches along his stomach, “Tell me how badly you want it.”

He stays quiet, refusing to give in. He tries to ignore the way your hands wander, knowing that if he pays attention, it would cause him to break.

You let out a sigh, but it doesn’t sound as defeated as it should. “Fine,” You state, moving to get off of him. “Suit yourself.”

Chan lifts his body from the bed slightly, arms darting out to grab your waist. “Wait,” He plops you right back down on him, fingers gently digging into your flesh. “Please,” He says, face scrunching as he gives in to your demands.

You chuckle, enjoying the desperation that radiates from him. “Please what?” You raise an eyebrow, playing dumb.

“Y/n, please,” His tone is pleading. “I need you so bad.”

“Keep going,” You encourage, hand shifting between your bodies to slowly jerk his cock. He bucks into your hand as you pump him, only making him all the more needier.

“Want to fuck you,” He whimpers softly, mind side-tracking when he feels you line your hole up with his cock. His tip prods at your entrance. “Make you feel good. Make me feel good. I don’t care – just wanna make us feel good.”

“That’s all you had to say.”

When you finally sink down on his cock, it draws out a moan from the both of you. The stretch is bordering on the edge of stinging and satisfaction as you get used to his size. Chan fills you deliciously, almost as if you were made for him.

“Full,” You stammer, “So full.”

The man below you is equally as speechless as you are, brain turned somewhat into mush at the feeling. In that moment, he’s positive, he would never get tired of you.

You place your palms on his chest, using his body as leverage to test the waters and grind against him gently. The feeling is undeniably addicting, and you can’t help but do it again. What was once a dominant persona is now washed away, faded completely as your sensitivity takes hold of you. The whines that leave your mouth should be shameful, but you can’t seem to care when it all just feels so incredibly good.

When you begin to bounce, clenching around the length of him, Chan’s certain he might just cum then and there. Despite this, he holds on for a little longer, nails digging into your hips. The slight pain only adds to your own personal pleasure. Your noises of bliss and desire blend into the air, filling your bedroom with unholy sounds. With each bounce, Chan’s hips meet you halfway, thrusting up into your core. His cock drags against your walls, the head of it slamming into your g-spot every single time without fail.

“You like that, huh?” You try to keep the upper hand, but it gets progressively harder to do so the more you bounce. “So desperate for my pussy.” Your breasts jiggle in perfect harmony as you fuck yourself on his cock, and Chan can’t tear his gaze away from them as he reaches out to take hold of one.

You whine at the feeling of him squeezing the mound of flesh. One of your hands come up to cup over his own, while your other hand stretches lower to your cunt. You rub fast circles on your clit, not caring about being precise as you frantically try to get yourself off.

“Holy shit Y/n,” He groans, hips lifting off the bed urgently to keep the same pace when you begin to falter. “What’s wrong baby? Getting tired?” This time it’s his turn to mock you, realizing that you can only keep up with riding him for so long.

Your thighs burn, silently screaming for mercy as they start to cramp up. You don’t let his words take effect as you send him a sharp glare.

When you start to rely more on him than your own abilities, that’s when Chan stills. You stop along with him, taking deep breaths. You can feel your baby hairs sticking to your forehead and sweat trickling between the valley of your breast at the hard work you were putting in.

“No, no, no.” Chan’s hand comes down, landing a loud smack to your ass. “Don’t stop now.” His attitude is much different from before. He sounded more firm, dark even. More like – he had the upper hand now.

Chan sees your defenses crumble before you can stop them. He senses the exact moment you come to the conclusion that you are no longer in control and that your pleasure now lies with him.

You wish you could continue, you really do, but the subtle ache in your legs tells you that now is the time to stop before it gets any worse. The last thing you want is pain distracting you from sex.

“Please.”

Your voice is so soft that Chan almost doesn’t hear it. He has to lean closer, asking you to repeat yourself. All pride pushed aside, hesitantly, you say it again. The plea falls from your lips and thankfully he wastes no time. Chan’s arm wraps around your back, and in seconds he’s rolling the two of you over so you’re under him.

“That’s all you had to say,” He mocks your words from earlier, but instead of provoking a reaction out of you, it instead draws a whine. It travels straight to Chan’s cock, and you can feel him twitch inside your walls.

“Move Chan,” You pant pathetically, “Need you.”

Your eyes are glazed over, filled with desire and temptation. Chan struggles to hold himself back. He wants to draw it out for longer and push you to your limits, but he can only have a grip on himself for so long.

When your nails dig into his back, marking his skin as you scratch along it – he snaps. Something unknown takes over him and he rams into your core at a deadly pace. The speedy movements create squelching sounds as you clench around him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” He groans through his teeth as your cunt grips around him tightly.

With every thrust, you’re seeing stars. Chan shows your pussy no mercy, fucking into you as he tries to bring both of you to a mindblowing orgasm. Your sensitivity from your earlier orgasm helps to reach that recognizable feeling that you know so well, and your toes curl when the head of his cock hits your cervix straight on.

“Don’t stop,” You almost shout, when you feel the knot forming in your stomach. Your arms circle around his neck, pulling him closer to your body. He happily follows you, kissing along your jawline and marking your flesh just like you marked his. “Oh my god Chan, that feels so good.”

With a few more thrusts, and a few more moans to accompany each one, your orgasm slams into you like a tide pulling you under. The hairs stick up on the back of your neck and your jaw falls open as the pleasurable sensation takes over your body. You can feel it everywhere – from your head, to your toes, to your pussy that squeezes Chan like a vice.

He slows down, rocking his hips into you before pulling out and jerking himself off with his hand. His cum shoots out, thick and white all over your cunt, and he grunts at the view.

The mattress shifts when he falls next to you on the bed, both of you trying to catch your breath as you come down from the high. Your chests rise and fall in sync, completely burnt out post-orgasm.

“Y/n.” It’s a few minutes of trying to collect yourself before Chan breaks the silence.

You hum, not bothering to open your eyes to visually acknowledge him next to you.

“For what it’s worth, I love you too.”

Showering together may, or may not have been a good idea.

Chan might be strong enough to hold you up against the door, but certainly not for a long period of time; even more so, when he’s thrusting into you for round two. The floor was slippery and the condensation on the glass wasn’t any better. In mid-frustration, you were both able to be transported into a state of euphoria yet again, although it wasn’t quite as satisfying as the first.

“You know, when I showed up to your work –,” Chan’s voice cut through the air.

You laugh, remembering the thought. “You mean when you invaded my personal space.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” He winces, before turning on his side to look at you, “But I think we’re way past personal space at this point.”

You huff out amused. You match his position, facing him while you scan over his features.

Soft lamplight spilled over the bedroom walls, warm and gold tones illuminating your faces. The ceiling fan spun lazily overhead, causing you to shiver as your damp hair pressed into the pillows.

“Anyways,” Chan continues, “I said I could be whatever you want. Remember that?”

You nod in recognition, humming softly. “You’re dumb.”

“No,” Chan states firmly. “I’m yours,” He corrects.

“Yeah,” A faint smile spreads across your face, “You are.”

If you told the you from a few months ago that this is where you would be now – indirectly declaring a relationship with a man you match with on TINDER – she would’ve surely screamed, called you an idiot, and slapped you across the face.

The you now however, well she’s no longer afraid to admit that she’s in love.

“I should’ve swiped when I had the chance,” You joke, legs tangling with Chan’s underneath the bedsheets. His skin is warm against yours, bringing you a sense of comfort at the contact.

“Why didn’t you?”

You shrug, “You told me not to.”

Chan shakes his head, scoffing playfully at your antics. He stares at the ceiling as silence looms over, the quiet atmosphere not lasting for long when you whisper his name. He glances back over at you, clocking your emotionally vulnerable state before you can mutter your next words.

“I’m yours too.”

He smiles at your confirmation and it doesn’t take much to know that both of your hearts are now full, content, and happy.

“You always have been.”

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