you had been just staring at him for the past few minutes, and if you hadn't been so distracted by his beauty, maybe you would have thought of your actions as slightly creepy.
he was beautiful. his hair was ruffled, slightly crazy from the sleep, but framed his face perfectly. his lashes curled against his cheeks, and his eyebrows were relaxed, free from everyday stress and worries.
your eyes flitted to the bridge of his nose, and the urge to just boop him was irresistible. before you could even register, your hand moved at it's own accord, and your fingertip touched the tip of his nose gently, but swiftly.
his nose scrunched adorably in response, the touch not quite enough to wake him up. you covered your head with the duvet and let out a silent screech— cuteness aggression was very very real.
emerging out of your temporary cocoon, you continued to stare at him. his lips were soft and plush, slightly open to take shallow breaths. they were a little chapped, but so enticingly pink that not kissing him was proving to be very hard.
you mentally decided that today was the day you would show him just how adorable he was. end goal? fluster him as much as possible.
[7:21 PM] “Go away,” you groaned when a knock came at your door. Your cramps were killing you, and you were not in the mood to try and socialize, even with your roommate.
There was a slight pause. “Oh, uh…are you sure?”
You opened your eyes and glared for a long moment at the ceiling. Not the roommate. Chan. How were you supposed to say no to Chan? You knew his feelings would be hurt if you turned him away.
“Fine, come in at your own risk,” You mumbled. “Sorry in advance if I’m really grouchy. Just…pain.”
You closed your eyes again and heard the door ease open.
“I came to help,” Chan said quietly. You heard him pad across the carpet, felt him sit on the edge of your bed.
You lifted your hand and settled your forearm over your eyes. “I swear I appreciate it, but unless you have a way to gouge my uterus out–”
“Just hear me out,” Chan rushed, and you heard the sound of something being set down next to you.
“First, I know you have your own stuffies, but maybe Mr. Snuggles can help keep you company? He’s really good for squeezing when the pain is bad.”
You lifted your arm slightly and cracked open an eye. The gaze of a familiar sparkly red stuffed dragon met yours. Despite the pain, you felt the urge to smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. You’d discovered this little guy sitting at the end of Chan’s bed at his place before he could hide it away, and you’d been pouting and begging to get a glimpse of him ever since.
“Also, I made these. My sister says she really enjoys them when she’s in pain, too, that she got the recipe from you?”
You could smell something warm and chocolate as a little package wrapped in parchment paper appeared next to Mr. Snuggles. The only recipe you could remember having given his sister was one for brownies, and you felt your appetite perk up for the first time all day.
“And then your roommate helped me make this.”
A thermos appeared on top of the parchment paper package.
“It’s that tea that you like. I, uh…your roommate spilled the secret of the different flavors you mix together to make it, so I got those teas and gave it a shot. It’s probably not all-the-way perfect, but–”
“Are you sugar personified or something?” You interrupted, lifting your arm away from your face completely and looking at Chan.
He blinked. “Uh…”
You felt your face grow hot. “You’re just…being really sweet. When you don’t have to be. You made my special tea?”
Understanding dawned on Chan’s face, and then his ears turned pink.
“Of course I don’t have to be sweet, but I want to be,” Chan insisted. “It’s what good boyfriends do.”
“Always so worried about what good boyfriends should do,” You murmured, nudging the gifts aside. “C’mere.”
Chan smiled and scooted up the bed, laying next to you and letting you wrap him in a hug.
You tucked your face against his collarbone. “Mr. Snuggles is probably good for cuddling, but you’re better.”
Chan laughed. “Thanks, love.”
“Thank you,” you mumbled into his t-shirt collar, snuggling closer. “Wanna share a brownie in a minute?”
“Don’t you want to try the tea first? It took me a long time to get the mix just right-”
warning(s): cursing, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), spanking
"Damn you and these tight-ass leggings of yours," Chan groans, clutching your hips like a vice while he bucks into you from behind. Currently, you're bent over your dinner table, the one where you eat breakfast, lunch, and supper with Chan, your gray and silver leggings and panties pooled at your feet, your boyfriend behind you, railing you like no tomorrow.
You helplessly whine while you search for something to cling to, but the smooth table provides no purchase. The best thing you can do is pin yourself to it for dear life while Chan utterly destroys your pussy, which is sopping wet from his antics the moment you stepped through the front door, home from the gym. You wearing leggings is one of Chan's greatest weaknesses. He absolutely loves how the tight material hugs your gorgeous body, enunciating your waist, rounding your ass and hips, and making your legs appear absolutely delightful.
"C-Chan," you whine, lifting your slumping ass, squeaking as your action is rewarded with a harsh smack on your ass. "I-I'm gonna cum!"
Just as you about to tip into the pool of euphoria waiting below, Chan suddenly withdraws his cock from you, leaving you empty. You pound the table with your fists in protest, glaring back at your boyfriend over your shoulder.
"The fuck?" you snap. "I was about to-"
The darkness in his eyes stops you. Your mouth slams shut, and your cheeks flush red. You're in big trouble now, and you know it. You know there's no way out of the punishment you're about to receive.
"You were about to cum, hm?" Chan echoes, leaning down and forcing your feet out of the mound of clothes beneath you. You squeak as he sweeps you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom. "Who said you were in charge of your orgasms? Looks like I need to remind you some manners."
“hm, you're so good for me, aren't you babygirl” Chan praises. His grip on your arms that he has both pinned behind you back tightens for a second as he groans quietly. “so pretty as you grind yourself on me” you feel your eyes fall shut as his length twitch under his joggers, the feeling of it throb against your cloth covered pussy, almost making you cum on its own. “c-channie” you whine. Too loudly. Chan covers your mouth with his swallowing back any other sounds that fall from your lips. He pulls away after a second looking over you, “look at you, you’re already ruined, and my cock isn’t even in you yet.”
You feel a shiver run down your spine as you stare at the food in the cupboard. Today just hasn’t been your day and cooking something is the last thing you want to do, so you settle for a peanut butter sandwich. You take your plate with you to the couch and turn on the TV, quickly clicking on a show that seems somewhat interesting. You’re munching on your sandwich when you hear the front door opening and closing. Soon Chan enters the living room with a tired smile on his face. “Hi baby.” You mumble a soft hi back before finishing your sandwich and putting the plate down on the coffee table. Chan frowns when you don’t get up to greet him. He instantly knows something is wrong as he puts down his bag and takes a seat next to you, gently taking your chin between his thump and index finger as he turns your face so you’re looking at him. “What’s it sweetheart? You know you can tell me, right?”
You nod at his words as you feel tears prickling behind your eyes. “Today was just not my day. I woke up feeling frustrated and that basically lasted throughout the rest of the day and I didn’t even want to cook anything. I don’t know Chan I guess I’m just not feeling okay.” Chan pouts softly as he pulls you into his lap and protectively wraps his arms around you. “And that’s okay. It’s totally okay to have days like that, we all do baby.” He says, softly pressing a kiss against your forehead. You lean your head against his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle in response. “Thank you babe, for being there for me.” “Anytime baby. Now let’s watch something nice.”
Warnings: Smut-ish (first time writing anything remotely smutty, so yeah, not sure about it. you’ve been warned)
[7:10pm] - Making your way down the familiar corridor, it wasn’t long until you were stood in front of Studio B. You prepared to knock, but before your fist could collide with the heavy wooden door, you opted to just let yourself in. Chan knew that you were coming, and knowing him, he was most likely deep into a project and wouldn’t hear it anyway. A small smile tugged at your lips as you entered the dimly lit studio, and your boyfriend of nine-months came into view. Oh, how you knew him like the back of your hand.
Chan was indeed in full producer mode, tweaking with different knobs on the mixing desk. He was so preoccupied with the task at hand that your entrance went unnoticed. You admired Chan’s work ethic and always found solace when visiting him in the studio. You’d often seat yourself on his lap as he explained all of the different gadgets and how they went into the production. Observing his passion for producing first-hand was something you’d never tire of. The only downside to producer mode Chan was that he tended to keep odd hours, which often led to the boy skipping meals. Whenever your schedule allowed, you’d simply bring the meal to him so that he wouldn’t have to break his concentration. Tonight you had picked up one of his favorite chicken dishes from a nearby restaurant, the restaurant where the two of you had your first date to be exact. The memory of that night broadening your smile as you sauntered over to the lounge area to set down your belongings.
You padded over to where the boy sat and wound your arms around his shoulders, your chin resting gently atop his head. The unexpected skinship taking the boy by surprise, causing a soft chuckle to surpass his lips, putting his dimples on full display. Instinctively, you lightly poked his dimple with your pointer finger, which only caused his smile to widen. Chan took your hand in his own and began leaving feather-light kisses to the tip of each finger. The action causing your heart to swell as you used your free hand to raise his headphones up over his head.
“Hey, lover. I brought dinner,” you whispered directly into his ear before placing a gentle kiss to the lobe.
“Actually, I was thinking of starting with dessert tonight,” Chan stated smugly as he maneuvered so that he could guide you onto his lap, his hand never leaving yours as your body made its way around the chair. Once you were straddling his waist, he gripped your hips, pulling you closer. You peered down at the boy and placed a kiss to his nose, to which he reciprocated with one to your lips. Your hands made their way into his head of hair, tugging lightly at the strands as the kiss deepened. Chan moaned into the kiss, which caused you to press yourself deeper into his chest as his lips made their descent to your hypersensitive neck. Chan’s name leaving your mouth like a mantra was all that could be heard in the space, as his wandering hands expertly explored your erogenous zones. A familiar tingly sensation kicked your senses into overdrive as he raised your bodies from the chair and carried you over to the couch as if you weighed nothing. His dominant side only turning you on even more.
As Chan took you like a man starved, you were thankful that the walls of Studio B were soundproof. Something about letting Chan have his way with you in a semi-public place had you seeing stars. Anyone could walk in and find the two of you, the thought alone only intensifying the moment. You could tell by the look in Chan’s eyes that his feelings mirrored your own. You weren’t the riskiest couple, but every so often, the two of you elected to spice things up. Public sex making its way to the top of that list on more than one occasion.
“Can you handle round two, babe?” Chan quizzed as he flipped the two of you over so that you were now on top. You cast a devilish smirk to the boy beneath you as your hips began rocking against him in a steady rhythm. It didn’t take long before he had you coming undone once more.
Bang Chan was going to be the death of you, and you didn’t mind one bit.
Nothing but the sound of your combined moans could be heard echoing throughout Studio B that night as Chan took you to euphoria.
Inviting him over was something you didn’t plan to do. You spent weeks just playing with him, leading him to think he stood a chance with you, but tonight was different. His dark hazy eyes were enough to hook you, his lips were enough to draw you in, his kiss was enough to make you drown in him.
The click of the door closing sent you into a frenzy as your world blurred and came back into focus with Chan pinning you to the wall of your apartment, “You really made this a challenge...” He whispered, his lips too close to yours. Every inch of you wanted to feel him, needed to feel his lips on yours, feel his skin against yours—every nerve craves him.
“It’s no fun without a game...” You leaned forward to catch his lips when his hand wrapped around your neck, his cold rings burning your skin.
“Is that so?” He squeezed your throat with one hand and slipped the other down the front of your pants to feel the sticky mess you were creating in your panties, “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were expecting this tonight.” The smirk that crawled onto your lips sent blissful shivers down his spine, the ache in his pants only grew as he watched your tongue swipe over your lips.
“The only thing I’m expecting is for you to be rough with me... Channie.”
She folded her arms over his chest and rested her head on them, soaking up the warm mid-morning light that was drifting through the translucent grey curtains of their hotel window. Her ankles were crossed over her back and most of her torso rested gently on his. He smiled as she hummed quietly, it was ‘Slow Dive’, one of his group’s songs. He let his fingertips trace shapes on her bare back in time with the tune.
“I wish I could take you with me,” he murmured, lifting his head to press a kiss to the top of hers. She lifted her head to look into his eyes and smiled.
“I’d go anywhere with you, Yuchan. All you have to do is ask.”
