Don't Play With Love Pt2
Paring: BangChan X Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: On New Year's Eve, your friend Chan invites you over to his place for a small occasion. While something seems off, you enjoy spending the Holiday with friends. At the end of a wonderful night, some secrets are revealed.
Note: For Stayblr’s SnowDrafts Event Mwah
My Pookies: @leeknowfan @adorned-lover
Collab: @nvuueas was a breeze to work with them. Link to their post<3
Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Cockwarming, Fingering/Fem!Receiving, Cum Eating, Kissing, Swear Words, Mentions of Bruising/Whining, Pet Names (Captain, Beautiful)
When the room became still with the voices and slight bickering disappearing, Chan took to picking up the mess that was the kitchen. Everything funneled from the living room into the sink and it had to be cleaned. The thought of alcohol sitting all night didn't sound nice when it would surely taint the air in a putrid smell.
Silent echoes from Chan cleaning everything from his less tidy members, found you in his bedroom as you got ready for the night. Just under that, the soft hum of Chan singing to himself the tune to the newest song which quickly got stuck in your head. Before leaving you offered to help as some of the mess was yours and cleaning together sounded fun when you were a little tipsy. To no surprise, he wouldn't let you touch a single plate. “Really it's fine. You'll want to freshen up before I start the dishwasher or there won't be any hot water,” he said which finally convinced you to take his offer.
As you ran your fingers over the soft fabrics of his designer clothes all you could think was that these must have cost hundreds, if not more. You tried to find one that seemed plain but even the black shirt with no print had a small F logo on the tag. When you re-entered his presence wearing nothing but shorts and one of his clean shirts, the gasp from his lungs was so loud you could hear it even with the water running.
“Is something wrong?” you asked, concerned by his face that looked like he would explode, but in what way you couldn't tell. “Yeah I'm right, I do need to chat before bed though,” he said, wiping the counter off with a damp rag. The way his muscles flexed with each swipe caught your attention and soon you looked like a deer in the headlights. All his words drowned out, passing through your ears but your brain couldn't register them. All you could feel was your toes against the cold floor as the rest of you went numb.
The way his plush lips squished together when he talked, how his fingers looked wet from being in the water too long, and even his cute curls dangling just over his hooded eyes. The chemicals in your body were mixing in all the right ways causing the embarrassingly easy pool between your legs to form, staining your shorts. With how often this happened, Chan must really be oblivious to your feelings for him.
“Just wait for me on the couch, yeah?” When you zoned back in from drooling, you caught Chan’s final words and moved before he noticed your eyes or awkwardly crossed legs.
From your spot on the couch, you could see some of the harsh weather outside which made you glad in your partly forced decision to stay. Getting to hang out with Chan longer and by yourself made it even better. When the other members were around, being fully yourself was difficult especially when it came to Minho who always acted slightly suspicious.
Who wouldn't have a crush on Chan when he looked like he was sculpted by gods and was the sweetest to those he cared about? You never thought you truly had a chance with him, after all he was an idol and you were a nobody but you can't help what you can't control.
~
As Chan hung the rag over the side of the sink and made his way to you, he looked red in the face. His normal bright smile was replaced with a flat line and a furrow to his brow. “I've been trying the whole night to tell you this but it only seemed right if we were alone,” Chan said plopping down on the couch beside you.
Dread swelled up inside your chest as the uncertainty hit you but that all went away when he grabbed your hands. They were so big in comparison to yours and the cliché really made your heart flutter.
“I'm not really good with this stuff,” he said with a sigh. His eyes locked in with yours as he delicately brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and continued his sheepish words. “I think you are the most amazing and attractive person I've ever met. Spending any part of my life without you is out of the question.”
Judging by your expression and shaky hands in his, you had to feel the same. Even if it was only a little, it gave Chan the confidence he needed to finish. “If you'd let me, I'd love to start my new year with you as my girlfriend.”
Out of all the things that ran through your mind the most prominent, was why? He's an idol and insanely handsome so why would he want you? “Chan if you're trying to be funny just stop, ok I'm sorry,” you said retracting your hands from his despite how badly you wanted to hold them for a second more.
Perhaps Minho had said something to Chan and given away your lingering crush. As if Minho would need to spell out why your eyes often locked with his and you'd look away shyly. The longing glances and touch comfortable relationship you had with him was more to you than just friends. Chan making fun of you at this moment quickly started to burn.
“I'm being serious especially with how hot you are.” His narrow eyes flicked up from your thighs to your face as he pried his hand between. Chan had never been this bold or blunt and it was making you flustered even if it wasn't real. You could feel the blush creeping up on your cheeks, giving away that your blank expression was fake.
“Can't I show you how beautiful you are? Please?” he asked, gently pushing his fingers up your clamped thighs. You had been sitting in the same spot too long so they stuck together from the sweat that collected. When he tried to go up to your core, he became trapped. Moving your knees open to give Chan a little more room, his smirk and widened eyes were as if to say how relieved he was.
With his wandering hand finding its way to slip inside your shorts he leaned into you, huffing a breath in your face. “Say yes,” he said shakily with his lips brushing on your neck. The soft kisses he planted and eager fingers tracing your clit through the thin fabric of your sopping wet underwear were fogging your mind. You flopped forward into him, unable to control your tingling body, and forced a kiss.
Plump and soft with a subtle cherry flavor, you kissed one of your bestest friends and it was everything you thought plus more. His kiss was full of tongue and quickly became suffocating from how hungry he was for you. “Fuck you're so wet,” he moaned against your lips as he dipped a finger in the clear pool.
Your breath visibly hitched in your throat as Chan pushed the crotch of your underwear aside to stick two fingers in and abuse that spongy spot inside you. The palm of his hand rubbed your clit with each swipe from his middle and ring fingers, coating him in essence. Chan alone turned you on so with him touching all the right spots, arousal covered everything between your legs including the couch below you.
“Captain, fuck me plea- before I cum,” you cried curling your toes into the shaggy rug that sat under the coffee table. The use of the nickname you grew so used to calling him during a time such as this, sent shivers down Chan’s spine right to the tip of his cock. He wasted not a second more taking his hand out from your thighs to undo his belt, eyes glued on you and your timid movements.
You laid back on one of the small pillows at the corner of the couch to make slipping your soaked garments off easy. When reality hit you with what was happening you became shy again, closing your knees so Chan couldn't see the mess he created.
With a scoff, Chan licked the palm of his slick-covered hand and used his other to force you to spread. In a slap, he wiped his hand up your already wet folds and his need to touch you slowly grew. When his palm reached your clit, you jolted from sensitivity as your orgasm hung in your face. Chan fingered you for only a few minutes but all your feelings had been bottled up and this was the release you needed. “Don't be scared, you're beautiful.”
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Reaching a hand out, Chan helped you stand up from the couch. “I need this to last as long as it can,” he said in a whine while leaning his forehead against yours. His hands slipped up his shirt that hung over you, feeling all your hidden curves. Goosebumps soon covered your skin as he gripped your waist to switch spots. The soft kisses he gave would soon seem distant when lust took place.
Spreading his legs out, Chan removed his penis from his underwear and grabbed your hand like a princess to guide you back to him. The trance his body often put you in was no exception here as your eyes traced each vein along the sides of his shaft. “Fuck you’re big,” was all you could mutter as you stood in awe in front of him.
The sound of crinkling filled the quiet room making your eyes return to Chan’s face. His hand was up to his lip as he hooked his teeth on a small bag and tore it open. “No!” you shouted without thinking. Your sudden yell startled the confident Aussie making him drop the condom to the floor.
“What do you mean no? I'm clean but there's always the other risk.” With a cute tilt to his head, Chan stared at you with his throbbing penis fully out like everything was normal. Like it didn't affect him to have your slick on his hand and that this happening at all wouldn't just change everything after.
“I don't care, I want you bare,” you said taking his hand to sink down on him without another word. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, Chan groaned deeply with his bottom lip turning white from how hard he was biting it.
All the slick that gathered on your cunt slid along Chan’s cock from tip to base, fully covering him with you. Once the initial shock had gone away, Chan placed his hands on your hips and encouraged you to swivel instead of fully bouncing. The slight churning inside you was perfect especially when his cock was bigger than your hole ever could be.
Neither of you was moving but beads of sweat dripped down Chan’s nose onto your shirt as his cock twitched inside you. Placing your hand on his dewy cheek for a short kiss, you were hit with the flavor of salt. Whether it was yourself you were tasting or his sweat, you didn't know but you licked your lips in chase of it.
Whine-filled moans and desperate groans contradicted the harsh grip Chan had on you. Every move of your pelvis and motion of your legs was controlled by him much to your pleasure. Not needing to think about how to move to make it feel good was so satisfying and sexy that Chan knew where to move you to make your clit rub against him.
Once he got into a rhythm, pleasure and tingles replaced the aching feel of not moving. With a mix of him forcing you down in a scooping motion and pushing his groin up so pressure would build, you could tell Chan was feeling good too.
All the small touches started to add up for both of you. In fear he would burst too soon, Chan pushed down hard on your hips, halting your movements. With both of you sitting still the friction slowly started to build. Every twitch and pulse could be felt from how sensitive the pair of you were.
“Are you sure this is ok?” Chan asked with a falter in his breath. The innocence he was able to hold onto even when having sex made you fall for him even more. There was no one on earth you'd feel more comfortable with in a vulnerable and delicate situation like this other than Chan. “I want you. Captain please,” you said lazily as you needed all your focus on holding your orgasm back and not cumming undone all over Chan’s cock.
Sweet eyes you often saw with a smile stared at you like he had seen a fallen star. “You're so pretty,” he said with a pained tone that sounded like he was holding his breath. His hand ran up your side to your lips, where his thumb perched on the bottom. The side of your face was hot to the touch as Chan wrapped his fingers round to your ear and used his thumb to pry your mouth open.
Delicately, Chan toyed and traced each small divot with his nail, trying everything to ignore how close his orgasm was. When all he could think about was how perfect you'd feel full of his cum, the sudden suck of his finger in your mouth pushed him over. The salty flavor you discovered to be you, which lingered on his hand, made the sloshy mess below you seem so delicious.
You felt every drop of Chan’s semen empty out into you as his sweaty chest heaved up and down from how good his release was. “It’s so good, your pussy taking all of it,” he said with a smirk.
When the flow of Chan’s cock finally stopped your orgasm started. Noticing the silent twitches and soft whimpers by his ear, Chan gave a few rigid thrusts to try and help. All the cum began to run back out around Chan’s cock and down to his groin.
You clung to his shoulders as he let go of your bruised hips with that same smirk. He thought you were so cute clinging to him for help as your body spasmed all over. It displeased you how short your orgasm was so you found yourself grinding into him for more.
One kiss was all it took to change that despite how sensitive and full you felt. Tenderly Chan devoured your lips again making you instantly addicted. You wanted the pleasure of seeing him like this all the time, out of breath and full of lust.
~
“Does that mean I get to do this often?” Chan asked poking your nose. All you could do was laugh, shaking your head in agreement. The smell of worn-out designer cologne clung to Chan’s neck for dear life as his sweat made his deodorant stand out. “You're hot and always have been Captain,” you said still in shock that you could admit that.
The soft giggles in your neck tickled you as he nuzzled in closer with his eyes shut. “I get to date the prettiest girl ever and she thinks I'm hot, great year to be me.” His corny words made himself laugh alongside you as time seemed to mean nothing. The bright light of dawn peeked through the crack of Chan’s blackout curtains as the two of you laughed away in his bed cuddled together. Not how you thought your year would start but you couldn't imagine a better way.
