What Friends Are For
Pairing: Bang Chan X Female Reader
Sexual content: protected sex (oral sex, fingering, slight degradation meant as friendly-ish banter). Swearing. FWB.
A/N: Hi, loves! Over a year ago, I posted a scenario called “Not Like That” on this blog that was kinda-sorta a FWB!Chan scenario; I was asked to write another piece with that same concept so... here it finally is!
On another note, I’ve been feeling a tad insecure about my writing lately. I feel as though my writing isn’t as stylistic as it used to be and I’m worried that the quality is not as high as before either. If you wouldn't mind sending me your thoughts on this specific piece (negative or positive), I would love to hear from you!
Thank you.
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“Was it really that bad?”
You and your best friend, Chan, were sitting cross-legged on the tiny twin bed tucked into a corner of his bedroom.
He had invited you over after receiving an SOS text attached to your name alerting him to the fact that you had had an absolutely dreadful night and needed to see him.
Chan was under the impression you had been mugged or crashed your car or something, he never would’ve guessed that the reason you were cradling your head in your hands on top of his bed was actually because you “just had the worst sex of your life”.
“He couldn’t even get it inside me Chan! Even my vagina knew it was a bad idea.”
It took everything in Chan not to burst out laughing, knowing you needed comfort and not teasing.
“He’s been hyping himself up for weeks, you know, texting me shit that was so good even you would blush. I thought, hey! There’s no way anyone who promises to ‘rock my shit so hard’ I ‘won’t be able to think about any other cock for the rest of my life’ was actually bad in bed, right? Well, I was sorely mistaken!”
If you were talking about any other subject Chan might’ve laughed about your use of air quotes but right now, he found his throat was a little too tight to force out a sound.
“I was expecting some crazy stuff and that’s why I went over in the first place. This week has been so stressful for me and all I wanted… all I wanted was to fucking cum! Is that too much to ask?”
“He didn’t make you cum?”
You finally lifted your head to look at your best friend with a pout and your signature puppy dog eyes to match. You shook it once to the right and once to the left before flinging yourself back down against Chan’s bed, the expensive comforter enveloping you in comfort.
“Maybe I could’ve been a little more verbal about what I wanted but I was so stunned by his incompetence that I couldn’t even bring myself to tell him that he was rubbing about an inch too high for me to really feel anything.”
You sat up, leaning back on your arms.
“Do guys just not know where the clit is?”
If it wasn’t for the way Chan choked on air after hearing your question, you would’ve been completely oblivious to the effect your words were having on your best friend.
“I do,” Chan answered simply.
You flopped back onto the boy’s incredibly comfortable bed, smiling softly at the way his pillows smelled exactly like him.
Said boy crawled across his bed so he could sprawl out next to you, your body shifting so your head could lean on Chan’s shoulder.
“Thanks for letting me come over by the way. And not kicking me out once I started talking about my vagina.”
Your body’s proximity to Chan let you feel as well as hear his laugh. His broad shoulders shook with the noise and you could see the way his defined stomach tightened with the effort. Your eyes were glued to the white stripe of exposed skin, the color standing out against the black of his clothing.
With your head tucked into the curve where his neck and shoulder met, all you could feel was your best friend. The smell of his cologne overwhelmed your senses; the familiar scent released some of the tension in your body that had built up over your hectic week.
Chan rolled over on his side and looked down at your body tucked into his own.
He grinned, a gesture that made you smile back, and you forgot all about incompetent boys and wasted nights. You did not, however, forget about the knot in your stomach which was becoming more and more prominent the longer Chan looked at you like that.
“What else are friends for?” He smiled.
His hushed words made your core ache and wetness pool between your legs. You prayed that he didn’t notice the way you clenched your thighs together to try and find some relief.
“I can do it, you know.”
You scrunched your eyebrows together, a silent request for him to explain what he meant.
“I can make you cum.”
You froze. All of a sudden, Chan’s plump lips seemed a lot closer to yours than before, his shoulders broader as they rose up from the bed beneath the two of you. Your gaze fell downwards, finding strong arms that were just begging to hold you and hands that promised to feel delicious against your skin. Would he be gentle with you? Or would his fingers leave purple imprints in your thighs that you could trace the morning after?
You were snapped out of your daydreaming when you heard Chan start apologizing, he was avoiding your gaze.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out like that. You just sound so upset and stressed and I can’t stand to see you like this without offering to help-”
“Channie.” He stopped his rant and brought his eyes back to yours.
“Do you want to help me?”
He nodded and your lips were on his in an instant.
Your fingers tangled themselves in his curly hair, pulling his mouth into yours and holding him there. His lips were as soft as they looked, moving against yours in a passionate dance.
Chan shifted his body in order to press his body against yours, grazing your outer thigh with his hand before clutching the sheets next to your head to regain his balance.
He ground his hips into yours, taking advantage of the way your mouth opened in a moan to swipe his tongue against yours.
You bent your legs to cage Chan’s body in, holding him in place as you rocked your hips into his, chasing after the delicious friction his hard-on provided for your clothed heat.
A sigh left your parted lips as Chan began a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. You kept a hand in his hair and gave slight tugs of approval whenever his lips met a particularly sensitive patch of skin; your other hand snuck under his t-shirt and started to trail up his back, the muscles flexing in response to your gentle touch.
Chan reached your collarbone, leaving feather-light kisses across it before latching his lips onto the skin there and sucking.
Your nails dug themselves into his back as you gasped.
You hoped he was leaving marks; you wanted to remember what happened tonight, that Chan was making you feel like this, that Chan was making your body ache and feel and want.
The boy on top of you pulled his lips off of you with a pop, rising on his arms to look down at you.
You both simply looked at each other, taking in what you had just done together.
Your hand came up to cup one side of your best friend’s face, you smiled when he leaned into the touch.
“You’re good at this,” you told him. It was a bit embarrassing, sure, but that wasn’t really your concern right now.
Chan seemed to like the compliment regardless, his eyes formed little half-moons as he giggled. He turned his face to the side, just enough to kiss the palm of your hand.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
You found yourself distracted by the movement of his lips; they were red and glossy (because of you) and they caught the light of Chan’s desk lamp every time he opened his mouth.
Your hand left Chan’s cheek but stayed close enough to touch him. You brought your thumb to his bottom lip, slowly tracing the curve with your finger.
You released his lip at the same time that Chan dove down to get your lips back on his.
You arms wrapped around Chan’s shoulders and tried to pull him as close to you as possible; your hands tugged at his t-shirt to try and pull it over his head.
Chan sat up to take his shirt off while you took this opportunity to straddle him once he flung the offensive fabric elsewhere. Chan’s eyes were blown wide when he found you on top of him but he recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you steady.
You whimpered with each roll of your hips into his, a new wave of pleasure flowing through you every time his arousal met yours.
Chan started to slip his fingers under the hem of your shirt, his thumb drawing small circles into the soft skin he found there, when you pulled back for a breath. He misunderstood the action, taking it as a sign of reluctance, a sign of regret.
“Do you want to slow down?”
It was no surprise to you that Chan was putting your wants ahead of his own; he had always had a protective instinct, especially when it came to you, and his kind heart was one of your favorite parts of him.
You stayed silent, wrapping your hands around his own to bring them farther up your shirt. He took over for you, placing his hands on your chest and cupping your breasts. He swiped his thumbs across your nipples through the fabric covering them, making you sigh into his touch.
While Chan was distracted, your attention fell from his pretty face to his broad shoulders and smooth chest. Your fingers traced the path your eyes were taking, dipping and curving into the definition of his stomach. His skin was so clear and smooth, protecting the strength that lie underneath.
You felt Chan’s gaze on you and looked up to meet it.
“What?” You tried to play it off.
“You were staring.”
“Was not!”
Chan raised his eyebrows in a way that called you out on your bullshit.
You blushed, leaning forward to hide your face in his shoulder.
“I can’t help it,” you whined, “you’re so handsome Channie, always have been. My best friend is so handsome,” you repeated, starting to leave innocent kisses up the column of his neck.
A soft laugh escaped Chan’s lips (he was never good at taking compliments) as his hands came back to the hem of your shirt. You pulled away from his neck and raised your arms so he could pull the fabric off of your body. You reached around your body to undo your bra before Chan crawled back on top of you, pressing your back into the bed.
“Let me do what I said I would, okay? Tonight’s going to be about you.”
He started kissing a path between your breasts down to your stomach while his hands remained on your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
You arched into his touch, threading your fingers back into his hair and tugging on the soft curls every time his teeth grazed your skin or his tongue circled the peaks on your chest.
Chan finally reached the waistband of your jeans and took his time undoing your zipper.
Your squeezed your thighs together instinctively and whined when Chan stopped his movements for a split second, entranced by the movement.
“Someone’s impatient,” he joked, pulling your jeans down your legs.
“Can you blame me? You’re literally taking forever.”
“I can’t believe you’re trying to argue with me while my face is between your legs.”
You opened your mouth to speak but you instantly forgot what you wanted to say once you felt Chan place a kiss on your clothed heat, mouthing at the fabric of your underwear.
“You’re so wet… Jesus Christ, Y/N.”
Chan swiped his fingers across the pool of arousal, his lips parting in disbelief.
“That’s what you’re doing to me, Chan, that’s how much I need you,” you pleaded.
Your underwear was off in an instant. You felt Chan’s hands grip your thighs and push them up so your legs were bent; the stretch made your core clench in anticipation and your hips jerked upwards, almost coming in contact with Chan’s perfect lips.
He smirked, meeting your desperate gaze before craning his neck to place a kiss on your clit.
Your hands shot out beside you, gripping the bedsheets in an attempt to ground yourself while Chan ate you out like you were his last meal. His hands kept your legs spread as he devoured you; every swipe of his tongue brought a new wave of wetness flooding out of your core that was greedily collected by his lips. He sucked lightly on the sensitive skin, tongue delving as deep as it could reach into your core.
One of your hands left your side to go to his head, trying to keep his mouth where you needed it most.
Chan didn’t appreciate the gesture; his hand left your thigh to pull yours out of his hair, lacing your fingers together as his other hand went to join his mouth at your core. One of his fingers slipped inside of you easily, a second joining it soon after.
You cried out shamelessly when Chan curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your upper wall in just the right way.
All the pent up frustration from the weak was trickling down your spine and pooling in your lower stomach, the pressure increasing with every stroke of Chan’s fingers.
It was almost too late when you decided this wasn’t how you wanted to finish; you didn’t want fingers, you wanted Chan and you prayed that he wanted you too.
You reached over to his bedside table, trying your best to stay focused on the task at hand while a beautiful boy was still tucked between your legs.
Once Chan had felt you wiggling around to reach the drawer he had stopped his movements (feeling a little insulted) and looked up to see what you found so interesting about his bedroom furniture.
Your fingers finally found what they were looking for; you pulled the foil packet out of Chan’s drawer and held it out to him.
“Do you want to?” The packet shone like the wetness on Chan’s chin.
Chan took the condom from you, considering your question.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please?”
His hands left your body and went to his jeans; the remaining slick on his fingers left darkened trails on the fabric.
“Is one guy not enough for you?”
“What?”
Chan sat back to pull his pants off the rest of the way.
“You’ve already had one dick inside of you tonight and now you’re begging for another one.”
Your eyes narrowed as you glared at your best friend. You knew he was just trying to rile you up, but you decided to bite back.
“Are you just stalling because you don’t think you can make me cum?”
“Excuse me?”
“You weren’t complaining a second ago when your fingers were inside me but all of a sudden I hand you a condom and all your confidence has disappeared… poof!”
Chan took your hand in his and brought it towards his body, stopping when your fingers rested around the waistband of his underwear.
“I think you’ll find that I have more than enough confidence.”
You ignored his comment and instead brought your attention to the hard length that was still partially hidden from view.
Your fingers traced the outline of Chan’s shaft, smirking when you heard him groan and squeezing his cock through the fabric to see if you could hear that noise again.
You looked up at Chan, asking for permission as you hooked your fingers in his waistband.
He nodded and your hand was wrapped around him in an instant while the other tried pushing the rest of the fabric away from the most beautiful cock you have ever seen in your life.
Chan’s dick was curved against his hard stomach with its rosy tip leaking all over your hand, making your ministrations up and down the length that much easier. You swiped your thumb over the head, making Chan shudder.
You found yourself being pushed backwards by two hands on your shoulders; you let it happen as this angle gave you the best view of the needy boy in front of you.
Chan yanked his underwear off before he rolled the condom on and moved to hover above you. You smiled at him and rose your head up a few inches so you could peck his lips.
He nuzzled his nose into your neck, making you giggle, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing his bare chest to yours.
You felt his cock against your thigh, heavy and hard with the same need that had you dripping onto your best friend’s bedsheets.
“Do you still want me?” Chan whispered, searching your face for any sign of hesitation.
“Of course,” you replied.
He pressed his forehead against yours while he reached to position himself, pressing his body into yours until you two were closer than you ever had been before.
You felt so full with Chan inside of you that you could barely breathe; you wanted to cry when he began to pull out, not enjoying the emptiness, and you almost screamed when his hips shot forward to send his cock back into your warmth.
Chan spread your legs wide, placing his hands on either side of your waist so he could hold himself up while he pounded into you.
You gripped his biceps, trying to ground yourself and focus on something outside of the pleasure Chan was bringing you. Each one of his thrusts sent a bolt of electricity up your spine that made you dig your nails into his skin to try and handle the feeling.
The boy above you dropped down to his forearms, bringing his face closer to yours as you panted into each other’s mouths. He had started to roll his hips into yours, grinding his lower stomach into your clit every time he moved.
Your nerves were on fire. Every speck of skin that touched Chan’s was ablaze, a fire was growing in your stomach and stretching across you and Chan, swallowing you whole.
The muscles in your thighs were flexing uncontrollably as your stomach clenched and your back arched; the release you so desperately craved was right there.
“Chan,” you cried out, unable to say much more.
He understood anyways, though, reaching between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb while his hips restarted their incessant pounding into yours.
You threw your head back in a silent scream as you came. You could only feel Chan deep inside of you as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his cock stretching and filling your walls in a way that no one else had before.
Chan thrust his cock into your heat one more time, groaning as he came, trying to get himself as deep inside you as he could.
He collapsed on top of you, your hearts pounding against each other underneath flushed and sweaty skin.
“I told you I could do it.”
You and Chan laughed as you held each other and came down from your highs.
You had never felt lighter.