➸ summary: after a long semester of fleeting glances and teasing touches, you and chan are looking forward to your friend group’s weekend trip to the lakehouse, where both of you plan to finally let off some steam.
➸ genre: pwp, college!au, friends to lovers
➸ pairing: college student!chan x reader
➸ teaser warning: heavy make out, dry humping in bathing suits, slight nipple play, they’re really horny :p
➸ teaser w.c: 804
➸ estimated w.c: ~6k
➸ release date: may 2021
➸ taglist: @simpforscoups (send an ask to me or @haechanblr if you would like to be added to the taglist!)
➸ author’s note: after a long wait, the first entry of the summer lovin’ collab with my love @haechanblr will soon be here! to thank you guys for being patient, i decided to give you guys a little sneak peek into the fic. i hope you enjoy!! love you peaches 🥰✨
“Where are you going?” Jeonghan calls you from where he is wading in the lake, just as you are about to slip away after Chan. The curious lilt in his voice does nothing to hide the knowing smile on his lips. “We were about to play some beach volleyball, and Seungkwan said he wanted you on our team!”
“Oh, I uh—” You mentally curse yourself for stammering, which only makes Jeonghan’s eyes shine with even more mischievous delight. He knows damn well where you’re going. “I’m just going to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back, but feel free to start without me!”
“But we need even teams to play,” Seungkwan whines. He’s already taking out the net he had packed. You nearly want to look up to the sky and ask the higher powers why they go through so much effort to prevent you from getting some dick. That is before Jeonghan finally offers a sliver of hope to you.
“I’m sure they won’t make us wait too long,” Jeonghan says. “They’ll be back in 10? 15 minutes?”
You gape at the senior. Months of waiting to get laid by Lee Chan and you will only have enough time for a quickie. That’s not nearly enough time to fulfill all the filthy promises you had made to him-- but then you imagine the relief of finally feeling Chan’s hands on you, ridding you of your swimsuit and taking you fast and hard against the kitchen counter, and the way you clench around nothing has you quickly relenting. “Yup, I’ll come back in 15 minutes!”
“We also need a referee, so can you make sure that Chan comes too?” Seungkwan asks as he sets up.
“Oh, I think they can definitely make sure Chan comes.” You hate that you’re the only one who catches Jeonghan’s eyebrow wiggle when he locks eyes with you.
Thankfully you’re also the only one who catches his meaning, saving you from feeling any more heat and humiliation. “Sure thing!” you chirp, but your eyes are shooting daggers at Jeonghan who only lets out a delighted cackle. The sound echoes after you as you turn to finally run up the hill to the lake house.
15 minutes, your ass. You’re going to take your sweet time.
Once you reach the sliding glass doors, you spot Chan, who is very obviously not retrieving more sunscreen as he had stated. Instead, he is sitting on the couch of the downstairs lounge. Waiting. For you. You bite your lip in an attempt to contain your excitement, which is now bubbling pleasantly at the pit of your stomach, as you slowly slide the door open.
“Took you long enough,” Chan says once your eyes meet, though his gaze quickly slides down, properly drinking in the sight of you in your bathing suit, which still clings to you from your dip in the lake. When his eyes return to yours, you see how his eyes have gone dark with the same want you have been bearing for months now.
“I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” You stride up to where he’s sitting, and he takes hold of your hips with impatient hands, pulling you into him as your lips finally, finally meet.
Immediately, you move to straddle him, and settle on top of his lap with a small whine. The kiss is as desperate as it is indulgent as you both take the time to savor the feeling of lips and tongue and teeth with little breaths in between. Chan’s fingers feel warm as they slide over your torso in search of bare skin, pressing his hands into your ribcage and back down to your waist where he squeezes and pulls you closer.
“Fuck,” he grits out against your lips, guiding you to grind your hips over him again. Both your bathing suits leave little up to the imagination, and you let out a shaky moan when you feel how he is already half hard in his swim shorts. Your own flimsy suit rubs against your clit deliciously, and you grab onto Chan’s shoulders for some sort of support as you quickly lose yourself in the small taste of pleasure. And unsurprisingly, you only feel hungry for more.
You reach down to take hold of one of Chan’s wandering hands and guide it to cup over your breast, nipples already pebbled and sensitive underneath the damp fabric. A shiver runs up your spine, a quiet whine slipping past your lips, once he runs his thumb over the nubs teasingly. “Ch-chan,” you plead, and he knows exactly what you’re begging for, but he just continues lightly grazing over your breast and pressing hot kisses to your throat. “We need to—mmh— w-we need to hurry.”
➠ pairing: client!lucas x tattoo artist!reader
➠ genre: pwp
➠ warnings: dry humping, lucas monster cock
➠ w.c: 373 ; time stamp
➠ author’s note: just a little thing to get the weekend started! happy friday everyone 💕🕊
[ 3:47 PM ]
This isn’t Lucas’ first time at the shop. You try to remember the first moment you saw the boy - it had been a couple months ago when he had sauntered in, all long legs and ripped jeans, for a piece on his rib cage. You had spent the better part of that session trying to make casual conversation while doing your best to ignore how each of his low grunts would send a shiver of arousal down your spine. By the end of the session, your relentless fantasies about your client’s unbelievably large hands and irresistibly plump lips had you squirming in your seat in an attempt to find a way to relieve the dull throbbing in your panties. You remember feeling guilty for how unprofessional your thoughts had been, especially since Lucas had actually been so sweet with his big smiles and silly jokes.
In this moment, guilt is the last thing you’re feeling, all your other sensations overwhelming you as you taste just how sweet Lucas really is. In comparison, sitting on a client’s lap to place the stencil transfer on his bare chest is much more unprofessional than simply imagining it, but Lucas had been the one to take hold of your waist, pulling you closer until you straddled his lap and telling you that this position would make it more fun for the both of you.
“W-we really shouldn’t be-- ngh!” You’re unable to finish your sentence when Lucas’ grip on your waist tightens, helping you grind down on his clothed cock harder. You whine. It already feels so big.
Lucas presses a wet kiss over the mark he had been sucking into your neck, and when he speaks, the deep tenor of his voice resonates against your hot skin. “Do you want to stop?”
You should say yes, you want to stop. You should push yourself off his lap and tell him that you want to wait to do this another time, a time where no one would be able to walk into your tattoo shop to find you dry humping your very handsome client in the middle of a session. But you don’t want to stop.
