Bang Chan | camping!au [M]
Even sharing a tent with your sleeping friends won’t keep you & Chan from scratching the itch. Although, perhaps the risk of getting caught is part of the fun…
Word Count: 3.3k
Genre: NSFW - Friends with Benefits - Confession - Camping - SMUT - [drabble]
Warnings: *extended exhibitionism* *unprotected sex*
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“Are you asleep?” Chan’s breath hits your nape and you bite your lips, trying to pretend. There’s a minute of silence, filled by crickets and the sounds of the forest outside the tent. His murmur was so soft, you start to wonder if you haven’t dreamt, floating between slumber and consciousness. Then, “Y/n?” His hand finds your waist under the covers, right where your hip curves in. At his touch, you know for sure from every tingle of your being; you’re wide awake. His hand hovers lightly over your shirt, and unable to refrain from the urge, you reach for it. Pulling you closer, his breath breaks and he intertwines his fingers with yours.
There’s a reason you aren’t sleeping, and he’s it.
Your relationship with Chan has been… Tensed. That’s a euphemism, you’ve been a wreck ever since you hooked up with him last Friday. At first, you thought you were just having some fun between friends, but you kissed Jisung a long time ago and both never felt the need to do it ever again. Granted it was less dramatic… You and Chan really went at it, got out of the club incognito on an impulse and had sex all night – four times, but who’s counting? None of the rest of your friends even noticed you left together. You were both drunk and lonely, your best mix. You thought it was a one-time thing, but here you are craving his touch… Well, fine, at least there’s a good reason for this overwhelming hunger. Honestly, sex was mind-blowing, by far the best you ever had. This is only your first night in the tent, but this year’s camping weekend already promises to be excruciating. You all went together for a three-days canoe-camping expedition. Somehow, the guys managed to convince the rest of your squad. It had been planned for months, so, unfortunately, you couldn’t possibly bail out at the last second because you fucked your best friend. The whole first day was buzzing with tangible sexual tension, repressed urges and stolen heavy look.
Truth is, you can’t wait to do it again, but you aren’t sure were Chan stands.
Yeah, you’re royally screwed.
As your mind spins this situation for the hundredth time, Chan nuzzles himself in your neck, breathing you in like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You stay still, even when he presses his body in your back, waking something inside you’d rather he didn’t. If he hadn’t spoken before, you’d believe he’s simply asleep and cuddling with you by instinct.
“Chan,” you exhale, eyes wide open on the darkness of the tent.
“Am cold,” he mumbles, making excuses to free his burning hand from yours and slide it under your large shirt. Stunned, you stare at Minho’s back, merely a shadowy shape in front of you, hiding Seungmin from view. You didn’t mean do it again now, now. You are acutely aware of the proximity of every single one of your friends. You’re divided into two tents, the others – Changbin, Yeji, Jihyo and Felix – are in the second one. No funny business would ever take place in theirs, that’s for sure. Everyone was exhausted from the expedition’s first day, all but you and Chan apparently.
His hand rests on the skin of your stomach, gently tracing patterns that spread goosebumps all over your body. “I can’t sleep,” he whispers, barely audible in your ear and you shush him softly, “I can’t stop thinking…” You don’t move as he keeps caressing your tummy, creeping dangerously lower to the hem of your legging before stopping there. And God, you want him to. “Y/n?”
Exhaling cautiously, you shift on your back, bending one of your knees up ever so slightly. Not enough to pull covers from the others. You need Jesus. Your closest friends are sleeping less than a meter away from you, but Chan’s touch is giving you sinful ideas right now. “About what?” On your left, Minho’s calm breathing suggests he’s deep asleep, but you can’t know for sure about Seungmin in front of him.
“You know what, us,” Chan doesn’t falter, pressing the proof of what you assume to be his struggle against your hip. “I’m so painfully obvious, it’s embarrassing.“
“Oh, that?” Heart pounding, you feel his light scoff on your cheek. This isn’t what this weekend between friends was supposed to be about, but you can’t say you aren’t into this. It’s not like his proximity wasn’t keeping you up already. If he wants sex as much as you, you aren’t going to pretend to resist.
His hand deserts your shirt to cup your chin, tilting your head. Hungry, his lips claim yours in the not-so intimate tent. You don’t bother playing shy, you’re too far gone, tongue risking tasting him. There’s absolutely no alcohol warming your blood this time, but he is as sweet and good as you remember. Better, actually. Chan deepens the kiss, hand sliding back down on your body, unable to refrain from touching you. It’s evident now that you’ve both been thinking about this all week, but were either too busy or proud to text each other. You sigh, opening your legs as subtly as possible. Encouraged by the gesture, Chan makes his way down rubbing the fabric up and down your inner thigh. His kisses get messier as he goes.
“W-we shouldn't…” Your mouth says one thing and your body requests another. Grabbing his busy hand, you straight up slip it inside your leggings, right where you need him the most. If he let out a tiny gasp of surprise, he adapts quite fast, playing along and caressing your sex. Chan is leaning over you, lips glistening in the half-light. His curls are already in disarray and you reach to run your fingers through them. “What if we get caught?” Breath catching, you roll your hips.
“They’re sound asleep,” he promises quietly, but it’s clear he doesn’t care much. From the way he’s stroking, you can tell he likes it as much as you. You should be embarrassed by your friends’ presence, but their propinquity only turns you on more. That’s messed up. ”Shit, y/n.” Chan revels for only you, slightly out of it at your evident wetness. “That’s not what I was talking about, but now…” One of his fingers enters your core, and you curve on your back. He adds a second one, kissing your throat softly when you throw your head back. You had no idea being this naughty could feel so good. If the guys woke up now, they could never even imagine what is going on under the covers. “You’re so pretty,” his fingers keep going, “being so needy for me…” You hum, smirking, and Chan shakes his head, slightly out of it. “Is this what you wanted?” Nodding, you shut your eyes, enjoying the friction of his touch. You’re getting worked up, hips meeting his hand with each stroke until he takes it back without warning.
“C-Chan?” You protest despite yourself. It’s probably better that way, safer. You would totally get caught if you kept going.
“Not fair,” he sounds desperate, breathless, “me too.” Before you can make a move to pleasure him, he’s pushing you on your side, rolling you towards Minho. Slowly but surely Chan starts sliding your leggings and panties down to your mid-thighs. You’re heaving, completely astounded by his unusual boldness. You don’t stop him, you don’t move. Now you’re half-naked under the covers, completely exposed if the guys were to wake up. “I told you I’m cold,” Chan groans, freeing himself just enough from his own pants. Almost instantly, his erection presses on your ass, right between your cheeks. With your free hand, you reach under the covers, finding his hip and following it to your end goal. He twitches in your palm as you delicately wrap around him. You pause like that, enjoying the softness of his sultry sensitive skin.
“You are warm.” You should know better, but you want him inside you. The lack of intimacy only seems to make this idea even more irresistible.
As though reading your mind, Chan nudges your ear with his nose, guardedly admitting; “I want to feel you, just a bit. I’m not stupid.”
Repressing a moan, you ease him down. Legs straightened, you can’t believe how amazing it feels when his erection slips between your thighs. That’s the thing about sex, when you haven’t gotten any in a while, you forget how good it is, and then you start again… You become this wanton girl, so needy she’d let her best friend screw her literally anywhere he’d want.
Chan attaches his mouth on your neck, gently nibbling and you curve your back, hungry for more. His cock is hard and firmly pressed on your slit, simply there. You are so aroused you can’t think clearly. He said he isn’t stupid, but you definitely are right now. You’re the one that moves first, rocking your hips, grinding his length on your wetness. The effect is instantaneous, his hand explores your shirt again, this time not stopping on your stomach. It keeps climbing until it finds your breasts, holding on tightly. Chan’s abdomen raises your butt when he pushes closer, cock making its way forward until it is cramped and snugged cozily between your thighs.
That’s another thing. This should be awkward, but it’s not. Somehow sex fits between you like it’s second nature, even sober.
“S-Shit…” Chan pants, rolling again. “I f-feel everything…” Quietly, you nod, the fiction is incredible. Every back and forth between your thighs forces his cock up, inevitably rubbing your bud with its glans. “You’re crazy wet…”
You shut your eyes so tightly, you see white dots. He meets your ass again, veiny shaft stroking your swollen lips. You both keep going, rocking dully on each other. In a way, it’s like you’re jerking him off with your body. It’s mutual, all this grinding getting you off slowly too. Your thighs and ass are more and more of a mess as it goes. With each stroke, your juices and his precum smear on your skin. Shit, you could come like that. The guys would never know. You’ve never done anything as morally wrong before, but it’s exhilarating. As you’re thinking this, someone shifts under the covers ahead and you freeze caught red-handed.
Suspended in time, you and Chan both hold your breath, listening intently to every noise in the tent. Minho’s breathing is still deep and stable, but Seungmin is dead quiet. Chan doesn’t move an iota, right hand still cupping your boob, sex strained between your leg. He’s either too taken to pull away or too frightened to go on.
They would never stop teasing you if they found out you’ve had sex… But they would straight-up commit murder if they discovered you in a scandalous position… Next to them. The moment stretches into eternity before you finally hear the distinctive nasal sound of Seungmin’s faint snoring again. Thank God.
Sighing, Chan drops his head in your hair, “I thought we were dead.”
“Close call…” Struggling not to giggle in front of danger, you forget to be cautious altogether; “I guess you’ll have to do me quick then…”
“What.” In a slight panic, Chan rises on his elbow, frowning down at you. ”Seriously?” He seems unsure if you’re kidding or if you really want to go all the way. Like that, in this tent. At your place, you had protection, something obviously out of the equation here. But you know your friend through and through, his past experiences, you know he’s not a risk-taker. You’re on the pill and safe too, so this is not a deal-breaker for you. Not when you want him as much as you do. Chan purses his lips, “I don’t do short very often, y/n. I thought you noticed.“ Rolling your eyes, you clench your legs on his length, squeezing his cock tighter and his breath catches. “You’re twisted, you know that?” Like he’s a saint. They’re some instances where actions speak louder than words, you contract your thighs again. "Ok.” Shuddering, Chan pulls you closer, pressing a kiss on your cheek. He wasn’t hard to convince at all. “But if we get caught, I won’t stop,” it sounds more like a promise than a warning, and goosebumps spread over your body. “I’ll keep making love to you…” Biting your ear lightly, he slides a hand under your ass, stroking himself a few times. “So remember you asked for it.”
"Jesus.” He’s making you lose all the self-control you have left. “Shut up, Chan, you’ll wake them…”
“Oh… I’m not the loud one here.” his left hand worms under your head to firmly cover your mouth.
You can’t argue with that, not when he’s right and finally being proactive. Your friend immediately wiggles down, finding an angle while still holding on tight to you. Thankfully, your needy moan is muffled by his palm when his tip grows your entrance. His cock is large and thick. Last Friday, it caught you off-guard, but he was caring and careful. Chan takes his time again, letting your core stretch around him comfortably. It’s not hard, you’re already so hot from the foreplay session, slick and ready. When he’s fully inside after a few slow pushes, you throb in thrill, fitted perfectly.
He pulls away only to come again. The hand on your mouth bends your neck backward while his second one harshly digs your hip bone, caging you. Gagged, you’re at his mercy and he takes great advantage of that. Chan builds the slowest pace to ever be. This smooth friction is still enough for you though. That’s exactly what you needed, craved all day. You clench your ass, narrowing his path to feel more of him. There’s not a sound betraying your dirty deeds in the tent, only silence intersected with breaths, some deep and others ragged. You are pros. If fucking furtively in public was an Olympic sport, you’d deserve gold. He moves languidly for a long time, changing rhythm but never going as hard as you know he wants to. Chan’s either nervous to wake the guys or he’s trying to make this last.
It takes a moment before he gives in, beginning to lose himself. His breathing is laborious on your neck, louder as it goes. Picking up speed, his hips keep meeting your ass, making you jolt and you hold onto your mat to stay in place. Minho is so close, you could easily accidentally nudge him if you didn’t. Chan’s hand over your mouth in unyielding, forcing you to arch. It hurts, but it’s too good. His deep faster thrusts hit you just perfectly, finding your sensitive spot, the one that makes your toe curls. The tent fills with wet noises and lewd claps. You should worry, but instead, you’re mentally begging him to keep going. Chan does just that, pounding into you, unpolished and uneven. He keeps hitting that spot repetitively and, so fast it’s almost humiliating, you come.
“I-I won’t la… I…” His broken whisper goes unanswered. Shaking and spasming, you’re peaking, unable to do anything but cling to the mat, to his hand on your hip, to your hair, to your face.
You don’t know if he intended to pull out, but Chan gives soon after. Your core is contracting around his cock, waving uncontrollably. His thrusts slow down before halting altogether. His hot cum fills you by spurts as he rides off his own high. When Chan pulls away, your legs are still aquake. He leaves you feverish and empty, almost.
That was quick. Silence falls back on the tent as you both take time to regain yourselves. It’s like you’re weighting a ton, limbs numbed and heavy from the strain and endorphins. The crickets are still singing outside, accompanied by Minho and Seungmin’s sound breathing. These two would probably sleep through a hurricane. Thank God.
Still bewildered by what just transpired, you skillfully put your clothes back in place, trying not to disturb the covers. Instantly, your panties are dampened from your exploits, but you don’t mind. Just for tonight, you let yourself embrace that filthy side of you. The one that fucks around unaware bystanders and lets their best friend come inside.
“Sorry for that,” Chan hushes after a moment, clearly flustered, “too short, and the…”
You roll to face him, smiling before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips. It’s not like you had many options, if he hadn’t come inside you, you would’ve made a whole other kind of mess. You asked for quick. At least you both came, the thrill of getting caught and the build-up was overwhelming. That’s what needed to be done, how you needed him. You had never climaxed that fast before… Not even on your first night, not for the first orgasm anyway. Chan pulls you closer into a tight hug, one that doesn’t feel like he’s about to let go anytime soon.
“Thanks for that,” mumbling against his neck, you hug him back. Your breathing and heartbeat have slowed down, you’re tired and completely spent.
"That was not… Last Friday and now…” Your eyelids are too heavy and you give up on fighting to keep your eyes open, sluggish in his arms. “It felt good, right?” Humming as an only reply, you feel yourself drift to sleep, bit by bit. “Because for me it’s pretty amazing… I mean, this isn’t awkward or anything, right? For you, I mean?” If you had any strength left, you’d roll your eyes. Captain Obvious. “It wasn’t. It wasn’t for me either…” Chan pauses his incoherent speech.
You can’t remember if he was that much of a rambler last time. Letting go of everything, you forget you could get caught cuddling in the morning. You don’t have the will to pull away from his embrace. It’s too late now to be any decent and this is a great cuddle. He is warm and comfy. Chan is the best. The steady sound of his heart pounding in his chest lulls you. You had a long day, between the expedition stuff and walking on eggshells, all that uneasiness. You could sleep forever.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all week… On Thursday, I even brought you coffee at work, but you were out. Jihyo said I shouldn’t do this by text so…” Chan shuts up, realizing he messed up. You don’t say a word. “I’m sorry… Felix and Jihyo are the only ones that know I swear. I mean, everyone knows about me, they just don’t know that you… That we… Anyway, I’ve been obvious about my feelings. Felix said he can’t deal with the secondhand embarrassment anymore, so I should confess since you aren’t catching up.”
Holding his breath anxiously, Chan waits… “I… I just need to know where we stand.”
There’s no reply and he deflates, wincing at the humiliation. He really thought he had a chance, especially after you couldn’t keep away from him today. Peeling himself off to peek at your face, Chan shakes you lightly.
“Y/n?” Oh come one, you can’t be asleep. Not when he’s confessing a second time, you’ve already left him hanging like that Friday. “Y/n…”
You don’t even flinch when he calls your name in your ear one last time. Unbelievable. He’s been tricked again. Next time, he’ll have to tell you he’s more than a dick. Maybe remember to confess before letting you seduce him. Chan lays back carefully, keeping his hold on your waist, he presses a kiss on your nose.
Next time.
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