your new roommate has the body of a literal greek god and the heart of a gentleman. you never expected to want him in more ways than one, but a sudden incident sparks a craving you can't ignore — and a little 'extracurricular practice' lands you straight onto his cock.
#002 — he in my tummy, bye bye to my ribs
watching your best friend get bigger and bigger was a test of patience you were already losing. who knew a little praise slipping from his mouth would be the exact thing to break you, leaving you whimpering under him ?
𑣲 minho .ᐟ
#001 — rockstar
his voice on stage is pure sin, but you’re the only one he wants to ruin tonight. the second he steps into the dark, that heavy focus shifts, making you completely helpless under him.
#002 — the pleasure is all ours ft. jisung
confessing your feelings to your best friend is hard enough. but confessing to two — especially when they’re already in a relationship together ? it feels impossible. except, it isn't. because they want you right between them just as much as you want them — and the pleasure is all theirs.
#003 — zero eight zero one
having minho in the flat right beside yours means there's nowhere to hide from the tension. a single wall is the only thing keeping you apart, and it’s only a matter of time before that thin line completely disappears.
chapter 1: a loafer full of fur
chapter 2: a crumble in the shared wall
chapter 3: a splash on the composure
chapter 4: a dent in the pillows
chapter 5: a tremor in the proximity
chapter 6: a breach through the lace
chapter 7: a sizzle in the resolve
chapter 8: a graze of the lips
bonus: smau
#004 — knuckle in — i meant, buckle in
being a brat was fun until minho decided to teach you a lesson. now, there is no running and no backing out — all you can do is buckle in and find yourself completely at his mercy.
𑣲 changbin .ᐟ
#001 — jackhammered
he overheard every single word you said to your friend, and now there’s no taking it back. he’s ready to make you live through it —no slowing down, no breathing room, just him taking exactly what he wants while you beg for a single breath.
𑣲 hyunjin .ᐟ
#001 — buckle up, buttercup
it started with a simple invitation for a late-night drive, but the second your boyfriend pulls over, the tension completely shifts. he looks at you with that slow, dangerous smirk — knowing you have absolutely no idea what you just stepped into.
#002 — gimme gimme more
continents apart, and he still manages to completely ruin you. with nothing but his text commands guiding your hands, he slowly pushes you over the edge — leaving you breathless, undone, and completely at the mercy of his words.
𑣲 han .ᐟ
#001 — lollipop ?
a single look from him is enough to make you completely forget what you were saying. you think you're the one playing games, but he’s just waiting for the perfect moment to taste exactly how sweet you can be.
#002 — the pleasure is all ours ft. minho
confessing your feelings to your best friend is hard enough. but confessing to two — especially when they’re already in a relationship together ? it feels impossible. except, it isn't. because they want you right between them just as much as you want them — and the pleasure is all theirs.
#003 — thick thighs save lives (pt.1)
the quiet yearning and academic rivalry were easy to maintain — until the lines between the classroom and the screen completely blurred. the secret you've been hiding behind a camera is about to collide head-on with the boy sitting next to you in the library. will he finally connect the dots and turn his wildest, late-night support into a shameless reality ?
#004 — can your thighs and my face have a meet-cute ? (pt.2)
the moment the masks come off, there is no going back to just being top-of-the-class rivals. discovering that the boy you’ve been pining for in real life is the same one worshiping you behind a screen changes everything. the hesitation is completely gone, and he’s ready to trade the quiet library stares for something incredibly enticing, proving exactly how loud things can get when your worlds finally collide.
𑣲 felix .ᐟ
coming soon
𑣲 seungmin .ᐟ
#001 — 'cause this type of love's the epitome
academic rivalry doesn't mean a thing when the library door clicks locked. between the quiet stacks, the strict self-control he’s famous for completely vanishes. your books are slammed shut, his hands are on your waist, and the only thing left to do is stifle your breaths against his skin before you get caught.
𑣲 jeongin .ᐟ
#001 — i let him taste it, now he diabetic
best friends aren't supposed to ask questions that make your breath hitch. but the second you admit, the boundaries shatter. he doesn't hesitate, dropping to his knees to show you exactly what you've been missing — and discovering a sweetness he never plans on giving up.
pairing. switch!fem!reader x switch!chan genre. smut wordcount. 2.5k warnings. blowjob, licking, spit kink, incorrect use of whipped cream, squirting, food kink, oral m & f recieving, fingering, temperature play ?, kissing, edging, testicle play, ass eating ( kinda ), ab riding, dry humping, degrading & praise kink, freaked out fr
riri's notes. being a chan bias is not for the weak i fear..💔💔 yes ik im like 7 months late on posting this
( SYNOPSIS ) after seeing chan's chiseled abs during the gda performance, you decide it's the perfect time to try out your kink & savour a sweet treat... and maybe get eaten too.
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you were completely entranced by the sight of your boyfriend on your phone screen. not like you haven't seen him like this before—but this time was different. chan was feeling himself and honestly, as he should. your thighs clenched without you realizing it. you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the screen. sure you saw the other members, but your eyes were locked on your own boyfriend. god, why were you so turned on by him being shirtless?
you went to sleep aching, needy, & soaked. chan had been cooped up in the studio, completely unaware of his needy girlfriend. although he felt something was wrong since he didn't get his usual 'goodnight channie<3' text from you—he thought you were asleep.
the next day, you awoke with heavy arms wrapped around your waist, soft snoring filling your eardrums, and a gentle breath falling against your neck. chan. you rubbed your eyes trying to adjust to the streams of sunlight that fell through your blinds. chan shuffled around you and murmured your name. "y/n..?" you maneuvered to face him, "i'm here channie." you cupped his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips. when his eyes finally opened & you pulled away, a smile broke onto his lips. "morning princess."
whenever he wakes up, he doesn't even bother to hide the austrailan accent. it gets you wet every. single. time. you figured maybe you were ovulating, since everything this man did—even just breathing, turned you on.
chan pulled you back onto him, putting your face into the crook of his neck. you placed your palms on his chest, pushing back on him. “chan i wanna try something with you, but i don’t know if you’d like it.” you muttered, still looking at him.
he cocked his head to the side. “what is it baby?”
“putting whipped cream—like on your…abs..” your cheeks heated up instantly at your own words and you wanted to die in a hole.
“it’s because of that performance isn’t it?” he teased, booping your nose. chan didn't know that you were being completely serious. "what am i? a cake to you?" chan laughed, his eyes wrinkling as he did.
you didn't even answer. you just kissed him, needily. your hips absentmindedly chased his & you whimpered into the kiss that you, yourself, intiated. he kissed you back instantly, hands cradling your neck. chan groaned into the kiss, and slipped his tongue onto your lip, asking for permission. you allowed him in, feeling his tongue battling with yours—demanding dominance. but you weren't letting him win that easily. you pushed back against his chest, flipping you both over while still connected at the mouth.
chan pulled away for a second to breathe. "looks like i am a cake to you." you dove right back into his mouth, grinding your hips against his. you could feel a wet patch forming on your underwear. "hngh- fuck.!"
"humping me like a dog in heat? the morning just started baby." chan smiled at you, gazing at your pelvis moving back & forth. you muttered a quiet "shut up.", before picking up your pace.
although he was teasing you, chan had his own groans here and there. well that was until you stopped—completely.
an audible whine was heard from his throat, making you snicker at the role swap. "what? were you enjoying it? about to cum maybe?" you asked condensendingly. chan turned his head away into the pillows, which then led to you clutching his jaw & forcing it back towards your eyes. "on me. and fix your fucking face."
his cock twitched at your attitude. how could you go from a whimpering mess to brat tamer?
you removed yourself from his lap, slipping on your fluffy slides & starting to walk away. "w-wait! where are you going baby?" chan stammered, red rushing to his ears & neck. "don't worry i'm coming back." you said slyly, turning on your heel and walking out the door.
chan could almost suffocate himself with a pillow.
you padded over to the fridge and pulled it open. your eyes scanned the shelves until you found what you were looking for—whipped cream.
you snatched it from the fridge & began turning back to the bedroom. you appeared back into the doorway and chan let out an audible sigh, until he saw the whipped cream. "princess, you were serious about that?" chan questioned, sitting up with his buldge fighting against his sweatpants. "of course i was serious. you said that you're always wanting to try new things with me—and this is one of them. now unless you don't want to do this.. strip."
you enjoyed telling him what to do. he made it even more enjoyable since he was like a dog waiting for its owner to go and throw a stick. chan stripped almost immediately, as if waiting for this time to finally come.
you tossed the can of whipped cream on the bed and started undressing—painfully slow. you tugged at your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, revealing your plump breasts. your breasts sat pretty on your chest, almost glowing from the streams of sunlight falling against it.
"god, you're so beautiful.." chan said, getting up from the bed. he stood infront of you, resting his hands at the side of stomach. you stayed in your glory all this time until chan asked, "can i?" whilst tugging at your panties.
you nodded & chan fell to his knees. he was now face to face with your panty-soaked cunt. "smells so fucking delicious." chan’s veiny finger curled into lace and started pulling it down. mid way down your thigh, he replaced his finger with his teeth.
he looked up at you with those burning eyes of need. soon enough you stood bare infront of him.
“go to the bed.”
he obeyed, shrugging off his shirt in the process. clothes were scattered all over the floor. you placed your thighs on either side of him, and picked up the can of whipped cream. you were teasing him, you weren’t going to the spray the whipped cream yet. where’s the fun in that?
you kissed his pulse point, making chan let out a breathy groan. “right here channie?” you whispered, a sly smile decorating your face.
you moved your lips to make to stream of kisses down his torso; his pecs, sides, and most important part, his abs.
you perched your pussy ontop of the ridges of his abs and places your hands on his pecs for support. you grinded on them, letting your clit make delicious friction with his skin.
you moaned at the feel of his muscle on your ball of nerves. “fuck-“ chan’s hands found your waist and he helped guide you. “pretty girl making herself feel good on my abs yeah?” you nodded, moving your hips faster. breathy moans fell from your lips as your patterned motions fell sloppy.
chan's hands gripped your waist tighter, still forcing you to move. "ah- shit channie, m'so close!" you moaned, opening your eyes to look at him. his hands moved up to your tits, squeezing and flicking your hardened nipples. "y'gonna cum princess?"
you shook your head frantically at his question, snaking your own hand downwards to rub your clit. you came with a sharp cry of his name and a jolt of your thighs. "ngh- chan!"
he helped you ride out your high, making you continue to rub against his body. "all because of one performance y/n?" you smacked his chest lightly, a small smile jumping at your lips.
"m'not done yet." you said, hopping off of his abs, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. chan laughed, not fully believing you until he remembered something—the whipped cream can.
the clink of your nails against the can brought back the full memory. "oh- you were still serious?" he stammered, sweat beading across his hairline. "i've been serious about this. now, i'm giving you one last chance to back out—whipped cream or no whipped cream?"
chan didn't even think twice before answering.
"whipped cream."
your eyes lit up at his allowance. "good choice."
you were perched at the side of his body, holding the whipped cream can like a bit of a maniac. chan confirmed your plan for the last time. "go on baby, do as you please."
you put a stripe of whipped cream inbetween the valley of his pecs, down his abs that still had your cum on them, and the base of his cock. chan shivered at the coldness being put on his skin, but quickly adjusted to it. you kitten-licked a piece of the cream, before slowly licking it off of his skin. you looked up at him with those needy, lustful eyes all whilst doing it. "f-fuck you're gonna kill me one day." he whimpered. (yes he whimpers idc.)
you were on all fours, ontop of him, caging him in entirely. then, you dipped your head and stuck your tongue out, cleaning him up. you moved down slower at an agonizing pace, leaving chan to shiver under your muscle. "you can't go any faster baby? i'll be good i promise." chan mewled, hands clawing desperately at the sheets.
you pulled your head back up, "no, and be patient, or i'll stop."
that kept him quiet.
you kept going, further down his chest, on each ridge of his abs, and finally down to the base of his cock. you turned to sight to chan, who is sweating profusely. "so pathetic, but so cute." you giggled, finally licking off the cream from his dick. you swirled your tongue around his angry, leaking dip, making him squirm.
finally, you began bobbing your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could before gagging. you wrapped your right hand around the rest of his length and left around his testicles. you moved your right hand with the rhythm of your mouth, making chan groan.
“fuck baby.. y’feel so good- taking me so well.”
your hand clutched at his balls, squeezing and pulling them, eliciting a hiss from his lips. you pulled off of him, just to let a fat glob of your spit land on the head of his cock.
it made him shiver; the warmth of it, the view of your tits under the light that slipped threw the blinds. beautiful honestly.
you rubbed your spit all over his dick, making him whine. (YES HE WHINES IDGAF🤣) you put your mouth back on him, picking up your pace.
the tell-tale sign that chan was close was that his hips starting bucking. you slapped his pelvis area quickly, stopping his actions. “fuck- i’m sorry baby!”
eventually, his hot load of cum ran down your throat. you pulled your mouth off of him, but continued stroking him, riding out his high.
“feels good channie?” you asked, before he slurred his words, turning his head to the side. you grabbed his jaw, forcing it upwards so he could look at you, “eyes on me.”
his eyes shot open, “m’sorry, it feels so good-“
though now is where you started to overstimulate him. you still kept stroking his cock, making him shudder. his abs flexed under your repeated motion, and his hair stuck to his forehead from all the sweat on it.
“is it too much? should i stop pretty boy? hm?” you asked, running your finger down his length. “n-no, it feels good!”
“that’s good because i’m not stopping till’ you cum again.”
you began to pick up your pace again, forcing him to cry out your name & buck his hips wildly. “it’s too much! y/n- ngh!” though chan’s body betrayed him.
more spurts of his release came out, landing on your cheeks and lips. his chest heaved as he whispered “fuck, that was so hot..”
you took a finger to your cheeks, gathered all the cum and put it right on the plain of your tongue. you swallowed, looking straight into his eyes while doing so.
you crawled back up to his face and tapped his lips twice. “open.”
chan obeyed, parting his lips, waiting for your next instruction. you then let the mixture of your spit and his semen fall down into his throat. you closed his mouth with your finger, “swallow it.”
like the good boy he is, chan swallowed.
“good boy channie.”
after he swallowed, you captured him in a kiss, the remnants of his cum and the mix of both of you guy’s spit swirling around between your mouths.
chan sat up, one head on your jaw , the other running up & down your back. he groaned into the kiss, tilting your head back, sucking on your pulse point.
before you knew it, there was a dark spot blooming on the side of your neck. “all marked up f’me.” he breathed, before flipping you over onto your back, where his previous position was.
“now it’s my turn, i get to eat my own cake now.” he smirked, snatching up the whipped cream can.
chan’s tongue swirled around your right nipple first, biting, licking and then biting again. “o-oh fuck-“ you yelped, before the switched to the other one.
but chan gave you no time to recover, he put a fat mountain of whipped cream, right on your clit. you jolted at the temperature of it, squirming by the fact that he was just watching you suffer.
“you look so sweet baby.. maybe we should do this more often..” he teased, diving his between your thighs, licking the whipped cream off your ball of nerves.
chan lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders, keeping him locked onto your cunt. his rotation of sucking, biting, and tongue-fucking you had your body squirming. he snuck his thumb onto clit, circling it in perfect rhythm alongside his tongue.
“oh- ngh chan!” you yelped, feeling his mouth suck wildly on your nerves.
your hand snaked down to tangle into his blonde locks, tugging from the root at the raw pleasure his mouth was bringing you. chan lifted his head, stopping his movements, “yeah baby keep pulling, so fuckin’ sexy..”
you pushed his head back down onto your cunt and he laughed against it. the vibrations sent a which straight your spine, which caused you to buck your hips up.
you kept rolling your hips to meet his tongue and you swear you saw actual stars.
“shit! chan m’so close- please keep going! feels so g-good…” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair as you chased your orgasm.
registering your words, chan picked up the pace of his thumb running around on your clit, alongside his tongue thrusting in and out of you.
he also occasionally licked down to your asshole, pushing the tip of his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. you squirmed every time he did.
you eventually tipped right over the edge, your release gushing out of your sopping pussy and onto his face & tongue.
“fuck- ah! m’cumming, m’cumming, m’cumming channie fuuuckkk….!” you screamed his name, pushing his head onto your sex to ride out your high. your body was jerking violently as he kept going a little after your orgasm was over.
he thankfully lifted off of you, looking straight into your eyes, cum on his cheeks and lips- and then this idiot smiles. like actually fucking smiles should you’re still trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm you just had.
Summary: During one of his lonely nights, Chan stumbles upon a camgirl who won’t get out of his head. If only he knew her…..
Bangchan already knew this night was going to drag.
The studio felt way too quiet.He sighed, leaning back in his chair for a second before running a hand through his hair.
Chan hated working this late again.
He had sent Jisung home because his snoring was getting too loud in the studio. He let Changbin go because he wouldn’t stop whining about being hungry. So now it was just Chan.
And god, he was so pent up again tonight.
He dropped to the floor and did some push-ups while listening to the track. Then he got up and jogged around the studio room for a bit, but nothing helped.
When he sat down again, slightly out of breath, he decided that what he needed right now was probably a different kind of letting off steam.
He grabbed his phone and opened that one forbidden site he had discovered recently. Hell, he didn’t even know why he kept going back to it.
He scrolled through the live videos until one caught his eye.
A beautiful girl.
Well—beautiful body. He couldn’t see her face at all.
He clicked on the video.
It loaded, and then he heard her voice.
Damn it… she had a pretty voice.
“Hi CB97, thank you for joining…”
Chan immediately turned red and turned the volume down.
She waited. She wore lingerie and in her hand was a little remote. “The first person to send me some money will be the one who get‘s to choose the first vibrator setting,” she said.
Chan bit his lip hard, his heart pounding as he stared at the screen. She sat back and spread her legs wide, the crotchless panties framing her smooth pussy perfectly.
The little vibrator was nestled deep inside her, buzzing faintly already.
Chan was fucking pathetic when he hit send, his cock twitching in his pants just from the sight.
“You can choose between 1 and 14 ….. be gentle with me…,” she purred, her voice husky.
Chan opened the chat with shaky fingers and typed in a 3.
She giggled softly, her hips shifting. “You are my new favourite Viewer.” She clicked the remote to 3, and a low hum filled the stream. Her pussy lips quivered as the vibrations pulsed gently against her clit from inside, and she let out a soft moan, her thighs trembling slightly.
Chan felt his cock swell hard against his zipper, the tip already leaking pre-cum into his boxers.
The next viewer jumped in quick, sending money and typing “5”. She cranked the remote up, the buzz growing stronger, making her back arch as the toy thrummed deeper into her wet folds.
She spread her legs even wider, her glistening pussy on full display, juices starting to drip down her inner thighs. “Mmm, that feels so good,” she whispered, biting her lip.
Another viewer sent a bigger tip. “Show us your tits pretty girl,” they demanded. She moaned louder, the vibrations making her squirm, and grabbed her lace bra, yanking it down to let her full, perky tits bounce free. Her nipples were hard, begging to be sucked.
Chan couldn't hold back anymore. His hand dove into his pants, wrapping around his throbbing cock as he pulled it out, the veiny shaft hot and pulsing in his grip. He started stroking slowly at first, his fist sliding up and down the length, smearing the slick pre-cum over the swollen head with each pump.
Precum beaded at the slit, and he groaned quietly in his dark room, eyes glued to her writhing body. He sent more money, his other hand flying across the keyboard: “10”.
“Oh you are a naughty man,” the girl mumbled, her voice breathy and teasing. He still didn’t see her face but he could hear her smiling, feel the heat in her words.
She twisted the remote to 10, and the vibrator roared to life inside her, slamming intense waves against her g-spot.
Her pussy clenched visibly around the toy, more wetness gushing out as she bucked her hips, tits jiggling with every jolt. “Fuck, yes... harder...,” she gasped, fingers digging into her thighs. Chan's strokes sped up, his hand flying faster over his cock, balls tightening as he watched her lose control, imagining that buzzing heat milking him instead.
───୨ৎ───
Oh, he was ashamed.
Deeply ashamed.
Chan didn’t listen to Felix explaining to Hyunjin how the new camera worked, didn’t listen to Seungmin asking Changbin to massage his shoulders, didn’t listen to anything, really.
He just stared down at his feet in the dressing room, unusually silent.
“Ahh hyung, why are you so quiet?” Jisung asked loudly.
Way too loud for Chan’s liking.
“Just thinking about the new album,” Chan mumbled.
Lie.
A horrible, pathetic lie.
He didn’t even dare to open his phone.
God.
He had paid a woman last night.
Paid.
For that.
He was such a fake Feminist.
Chan squeezed his eyes shut for a second.
He was raised better than this, right…?
Right??
He dragged a hand down his face, sinking further into his seat like he could disappear into the floor.
The door suddenly opened.
Chan looked up.
Their new PR girl walked in.
“I need two of you for a TikTok in ten minutes, is that possible?” she asked, her voice a little nervous.
Y/N.
She was shy. Everyone knew that.
But she got her work done.
And she was—
Chan blinked.
—really pretty.
He immediately looked away.
Stop it.
You don’t deserve to think that.
You literally paid a girl on the internet yesterday, what is wrong with you?
“Get a grip,” he muttered under his breath.
Before he could stop himself, Chan slapped his own cheek.
The room went quiet.
“…Are you okay?” Felix asked, looking genuinely concerned.
Chan sighed and nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
Totally not fine.
Y/N bit her lip, slightly awkward now, and lifted her phone again.
“Boys, I really need two of yo—”
“We’ll do it,” Hyunjin cut in, grabbing Felix’s hand and raising it.
Felix blinked. “Wait—”
Too late.
Y/N smiled, clearly relieved. “Thank you!”
She turned to leave, but just before she stepped out, her eyes flickered over to Chan for a brief second.
He froze.
Then the door closed.
Chan dropped his head into his hands.
Oh, this was bad.
This was really bad.
───୨ৎ───
But he was not immune to the temptation of that camgirl.
Not at all.
He found himself on her page every single night for two weeks straight. It was like a routine now. Finish work, go home, sit in the dark, open that site.
He couldn’t help himself.
“Hi, my sweet boy,” her sultry voice always said whenever he joined.
Every. Single. Time.
And every time, his stomach flipped like an idiot.
He was her highest payer.
That alone made him want to crawl into a hole and disappear.
He had tried—once—to pay double just to see her face. Just once. Just to get it out of his system.
But she was strict about it.
Secretive.
One viewer had asked her before.
“I can’t….. i…. have a day job… with a reputation… they just don’t pay me well,” she had said casually, already pulling out new lingerie to try on for them like it was nothing.
Like this was normal.
Like he was normal.
Chan pressed his lips together at the memory.
───୨ৎ───
Chan was at the soundcheck for the show they were performing later that day.
The stage lights were too bright, the music too loud, everything too much.
His phone vibrated in his hand.
He frowned and pulled it out.
A mail?
On his secret mail account?
Chan’s stomach dropped.
He looked around quickly before opening it.
It was her.
His face went pale.
“I usually never offer this. But would you want a one-on-one stream? I see you and you see me. You pay per 5 minutes and we don’t reveal our identities. I promise. I just have the feeling that you’ll want it… need it even… You can think about it <3”
Chan just stared at the screen.
Speechless.
Heart pounding way too fast for something like this.
“Chan, please take your phone down.”
Her voice snapped him out of it.
He looked up.
Y/N was standing a few meters in front of him, already holding up her phone.
Chan quickly locked his screen and lowered his hand.
She took a photo for the Stray Kids Instagram story.
“Handsome,” she muttered quietly to herself, smiling at the picture.
Chan let out a small, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck.
“Ah… thanks.”
She nodded slightly and walked away, already pulling out her personal phone.
For a second, Chan’s eyes followed her.
She stopped near the side of the stage and checked something—her emails, maybe.
Her expression changed almost instantly.
A small frown.
Disappointment.
Then she sighed and locked her phone again.
Chan frowned slightly without realizing it.
He didn’t like that look on her.
She looked prettier when she smiled.
Chan blinked.
Then immediately looked away.
What the hell was wrong with him?
───୨ৎ───
He actually did think about it.
A lot more than he should have.
For days.
Every night, every quiet moment, every time he opened his phone and saw that email still sitting there.
But he didn’t answer.
Not until—
They won.
Album of the year.
The cheers, the lights, the adrenaline—it was too much, too overwhelming, too good.
Chan was buzzing.
High on it.
High on everything.
And suddenly, all that hesitation?
Gone.
There was no holding back anymore.
He was sitting in the van, still laughing with the others, trophy somewhere between them, when he grabbed his phone.
Euphoric.
Reckless.
He opened the mail and typed without thinking twice.
“Babe, I’ll pay you per MINUTE. When do you want me?”
Send.
Chan leaned his head back against the seat, grinning to himself, staring out of the window, completely lost in his own world.
Not noticing—
That a phone next to the driver’s seat, right in front of all the boys…
Vibrated.
───୨ৎ───
Back at the dorm, Chan barely made it inside.
“Hyung, goodni—”
The door to his room slammed shut before Jeongin could even finish.
Chan didn’t care.
His heart was racing again.
His phone vibrated.
He didn’t even sit down, just unlocked it immediately.
“I could get ready in 20 minutes.💋”
Chan let out a breathless laugh.
“Fuck, yeah…”
His fingers moved quickly.
“See you then.”
He tossed his phone onto the bed, running both hands through his hair, pacing his room once, twice.
Trying to calm down.
Failing.
Completely.
───୨ৎ───
He got out of the shower just in time. He got on the site. Logged in. And there she was.
Her camera went on, angled perfectly to show her body from the neck down—no face, just the enticing curves he'd clicked into this private session for.
Chan sat on his desk chair. Nothing behind him that could reveal that he was Bang Chan from Stray Kids.
Water droplets still clung to his trained muscular body, fresh from the shower, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.
“Hi big guy“ she purred, her voice sultry and anonymous through the speakers.
Chan felt his cock twitch and harden instantly at the mystery of her. “Hi gorgeous“ he replied, his gaze devouring the screen.
She wore a dark red set, crotchless as always, fuck, it drove him wild. Her thighs looked inviting, her posture teasing even from this hidden angle.
“You look so fucking hot“ she said, her tone dripping with hunger. “Show me that pretty cock so I can match it with the right toy“
Chan didn't hesitate, yanking the towel free to reveal his thick, veined length springing up, already half-hard and heavy against his abs.
She let out a soft whimper that sent a jolt straight to his balls. “Do you like what you see?“ he asked, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it a slow stroke, watching pre-cum pearl at the tip.
“Oh fuck yes“ she breathed, the sound raw and needy. She reached off-screen and pulled out a dildo that mirrored his cock perfectly—long, girthy, with realistic ridges and a flared head that promised to stretch her wide.
This was his private show; she didn't do toys like this on her public streams.
“This big one's just for you“ she teased, laying back on her massive bed, the sheets rumpling under her. She started by trailing her fingers down her body, dipping into the slick heat of her exposed pussy, spreading her lips to show how wet she already was.
The crotchless lingerie framed her like a gift, the red lace hugging her hips and barely containing her full breasts. “Turn around first—I need to see that ass“ Chan growled, his hand pumping his cock steadily now, the wet slap echoing in his room.
She complied without a word, flipping onto her knees and arching her back, presenting her round cheeks to the camera.
He groaned as she slapped her ass hard, the flesh jiggling enticingly, red blooming on her skin.
She spread her cheeks wide, giving him a glimpse of her tight pussy and the puckered hole above, before turning back and positioning the dildo at her entrance.
Her fingers wrapped around the base, lifting it like an offering as she brought it to her mouth first.
She rubbed the tip against her lips, parting them to let her tongue flick out and lap at the head, swirling wet circles that made it shine. “Mmm, gonna make this taste like your cock“ she murmured, her voice husky as she pressed her mouth down, sucking the shaft deep.
Her cheeks hollowed with each bob, saliva dripping messily down the length, coating it thoroughly in her spit.
She deepthroated it with ease, gagging softly for effect, her throat working around the thickness while her free hand kneaded her breast through the lace.
Chan's strokes quickened, his muscular chest heaving as water trailed down to his V-line, mixing with the pre-cum leaking over his knuckles.
The sight of this faceless stranger worshipping a toy version of him was intoxicating—pure, anonymous filth. “Fuck, that's perfect. Now rub it on your pussy and slide it in deep“ he commanded, his voice rough with need.
She pulled the dildo free with a wet pop, strings of her saliva stretching between her lips and the toy. She teased the slick head along her folds, parting them to reveal her swollen clit and the creamy arousal coating her inner thighs.
She pushed it in slowly, her pussy lips blooming around the girth, stretching taut as she took the first few inches. “Oh shit, it's splitting me open“ she gasped, her hips rolling to work more inside, the toy disappearing inch by veiny inch until her ass rested against her hand.
She started thrusting it with purpose, her walls clenching visibly around it, juices squelching out with every plunge. Her hand moved faster, fucking herself harder, the base slapping against her clit on each downstroke.
To amp it up, she reached up and tugged the lace cups of her lingerie down, freeing her heavy tits.
They spilled out, nipples dark and pebbled, bouncing wildly as she rammed the dildo deeper.
“Look at these tits bouncing for you“ she panted, cupping them and squeezing, pinching the nipples until they ached.
Chan leaned in, his cock throbbing in his fist, the veins bulging as he matched her rhythm. Her breasts jiggled hypnotically with every forceful pump, the dildo pistoning in and out of her sopping pussy, making obscene, wet sounds that filled the call.
She twisted the toy inside, grinding it against her sensitive spots, her body arching off the bed as pleasure coiled tight in her core.
The heat built relentlessly; she shifted positions, straddling the dildo now, mounting it like she would him.
On her knees, she lowered herself onto the full length, her pussy engulfing it completely, tits swaying pendulously as she began to ride. Up and down she went, slow at first to savor the stretch, then faster, her ass cheeks slapping against the base with each descent.
Her hands braced on her thighs, she rode hard, the toy bottoming out inside her, her walls fluttering around it.
Sweat beaded on her skin, making the red lingerie cling transparently to her curves, her exposed breasts heaving and slapping together with the force of her movements.
Chan's abs tightened, his free hand gripping the desk as he jerked off furiously, the tip of his cock flushed dark and slick. This stranger's body was a masterpiece of motion—faceless but utterly devoted to pleasuring him through the screen.
“Ride it harder, make those tits bounce like you want my cum all over them“ he urged, his breath ragged.
She moaned loudly, obliging by slamming down repeatedly, the dildo squelching deep, her pussy creaming around it in thick rivulets that soaked her thighs.
She leaned back slightly, one hand reaching to spread her lips wider, showing him how the toy stretched her, while the other tweaked her nipple, pulling it taut.
The intensity peaked; her rides turned frantic, hips grinding in circles to hit every angle, her body trembling on the edge. “I'm so close—gonna soak this thing thinking of your cock“ she cried, her voice breaking into desperate whines.
Chan felt his balls draw up, the pressure unbearable. “Cum for me, show me how you squirt on it“ he demanded, his strokes blurring.
She shattered first, riding down hard one last time, her pussy convulsing wildly around the dildo as she gushed, clear fluids spraying out around the base, drenching the sheets.
That pushed him over—Chan's orgasm ripped through him, hot ropes of cum erupting from his cock, painting his hand, abs, and even splattering the desk as he groaned low and primal.
They both caught their breath, the air thick with satisfaction. She slowly lifted off the toy, her pussy gaping and pulsing, a trail of her release dripping down.
After the orgasm glow ended, the room fell into a heavy silence.
Chan was still trying to catch his breath, staring at the ceiling like his brain hadn’t caught up to what had just happened yet.
Y/N moved first.
“I—uh—I’m just gonna… clean up,” she mumbled, voice small again, like that confident tone from before had completely disappeared.
She reached to the side, grabbing for some tissues, still a little shaky.
And then—
Her phone slipped.
It hit the surface with a loud thud, tilting forward.
“Fuck—!” she yelped in shock.
Chan flinched at the sudden noise, his own phone slipping down.
It fell.
For a split second, everything froze.
Then—
The screens adjusted.
The cameras shifted.
And suddenly—
They were looking at each other.
Not silhouettes.
Not shadows.
Not usernames.
Real.
Chan’s breath got stuck in his throat.
His eyes widened in pure horror as he stared at the screen.
Summary : "Do you even still love me?" It was the desperate question that almost ended your marriage and the only one that could finally save it.
"Are we really going to do this again?" you asked.
You didn't turn around. You kept your hands in the soapy water, staring blankly at the kitchen window. Outside, it was pitch black. The clock on the microwave read 11:45 PM.
"Do what?" Bangchan replied. He was sitting at the dining table behind you. He didn't look up from his laptop.
"Fight about nothing until two in the morning," you said. You turned off the tap. The sudden silence in the kitchen was loud.
Bangchan stopped typing. He closed the laptop slowly. "I'm not fighting with you. I just asked why the car wasn't taken to the shop today. That is a normal question."
"And I told you I didn't have time. But you asked it three times in the last hour," you said, drying your hands on a towel. You finally turned to look at him. "You don't ask to get an answer, Chris. You ask to make me feel incompetent."
Bangchan sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck. He looked incredibly tired, but right now, you couldn't find it in yourself to care. You were tired, too.
"You're overthinking it," he said, his voice flat. "I just wanted to know."
"Right." You threw the towel onto the counter. "I'm going to bed."
"Are you just going to walk away again?" Bangchan's voice rose slightly.
You stopped at the hallway. You looked back at him. "Yes. Because if I stay here, we will just go in circles. You will point out what I did wrong. I will point out what you did wrong. Neither of us will apologize. I have to wake up at six tomorrow to get Minjun ready for school. Goodnight."
You walked into your bedroom and closed the door. You didn't lock it, but it felt like a wall anyway.
Six years. You had been married for six years. When you first moved into this house, you two used to sit at that exact same dining table and talk until the sun came up. Now, you could barely be in the same room for ten minutes without someone getting annoyed.
You got into bed and pulled the blanket up to your chin. You lay on the far right side of the mattress, leaving a wide, empty gap in the middle. Half an hour later, the door opened. Bangchan walked in quietly. He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and changed into his sleepwear. He got into bed on the far left side. He turned his back to you. You kept your back to him.
Neither of you said a word.
The next morning was the same routine.
You woke up at 6:00 AM. Bangchan was already in the shower. You went straight to Minjun’s room. Your five year old son was still fast asleep, clutching a small toy dinosaur. You sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his hair.
"Minjun, wake up. Time for school," you whispered.
Minjun groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Mommy, Five more minutes."
"No more five minutes, Come on."
By the time you got Minjun dressed and out to the kitchen, Bangchan was already dressed for work. He was standing by the coffee maker. He had poured himself a mug. There was a second mug sitting on the counter, filled with black coffee, just the way you liked it.
He didn't say he made it for you. He just left it there.
"Morning, Dad," Minjun said, climbing into his chair. He looked at Bangchan, then at you. Even at five years old, kids notice things. "Are you mad at Mommy?"
Bangchan froze with his coffee mug halfway to his mouth. You stopped pouring cereal into Minjun’s bowl.
"No," Bangchan said quickly. "Why would you say that?"
"You didn't kiss her good morning," Minjun pointed out, stuffing a dry piece of cereal into his mouth. "You always kiss her."
"I did earlier," Bangchan lied. He cleared his throat and looked at his watch. "I have an early meeting. I need to go."
He grabbed his keys from the bowl by the door. "Bye, Minjun. Have a good day at school."
"Bye, Dad."
Bangchan looked at you for a brief second. "I'll be home around seven."
"Okay," you said. You didn't look at him. You just kept pouring milk into the bowl.
The front door clicked shut. You let out a long breath you didn't realize you were holding. You looked at the second mug of coffee on the counter. You picked it up. It was warm. You took a sip, but it tasted bitter.
The weeks passed like this. You were living like two strangers sharing a house. You paid the bills, you cleaned the rooms, you took turns picking up Minjun from kindergarten, but you didn't really talk.
It was emotional exhaustion. You knew what it was. It wasn't that you hated each other. It was just that you expected too much and communicated too little. Bangchan wanted a perfectly managed home and a wife who understood his work stress without him having to explain it. You wanted a partner who helped without being asked and a husband who still looked at you like a woman, not just a housemate.
Neither of you said these things out loud. Instead, you just got angry when the other person failed to read your mind.
On a Friday evening, things finally hit a breaking point.
You were exhausted. You had a terrible day at work, your boss had yelled at you, and you got stuck in traffic for an hour in the rain. When you walked through the front door, all you wanted was to take off your shoes, take a hot shower, and sleep.
You walked into the living room. Minjun was sitting on the floor, watching cartoons. Toys were scattered everywhere. Bangchan was on the couch, typing on his phone.
"I'm home," you said, dropping your bag on the chair.
"Hey," Bangchan said, not looking up. "Did you pick up the dry cleaning?"
You stopped walking. You closed your eyes for a second. "No. I forgot."
Bangchan sighed. It was a short, sharp sigh, but it was enough to light a match in your chest.
"I have the company dinner tomorrow," he said, finally putting his phone down. "I told you yesterday I needed that suit."
"I said I forgot, Chris. I had a long day. Traffic was terrible. I just walked through the door."
"I had a long day too," he replied, standing up. "I'm just asking for one simple thing. It was on your way home."
"It's not on my way home, it's three blocks away in the opposite direction," you said, your voice getting louder. "If it's so important, why didn't you pick it up yourself?"
"Because I asked you to do it!" Bangchan raised his voice too.
"Mommy? Daddy?"
You both stopped. Minjun was looking at you from the floor. His eyes were wide and anxious. He had his hands clamped over his toy car.
You looked at your son, and suddenly, all the anger drained out of you. It was replaced by a heavy, suffocating sadness. You realized what you two were doing. You were ruining this house. You were ruining Minjun’s childhood.
"I'm sorry, baby," you said softly to Minjun. "Mommy and Daddy are just talking."
You looked back at Bangchan. He looked annoyed, his jaw clenched, still waiting for you to defend yourself. But you didn't want to fight anymore. You didn't want to win the argument. You just wanted it to end.
"I'll go get it right now," you said quietly. You picked up your bag and walked back to the front door.
"Look, the place closes in ten minutes, just forget it," Bangchan said, frustrated.
"I said I'll get it," you repeated, opening the door and walking out into the rain.
When you got back an hour later with the suit, the house was quiet. Minjun was already in bed. Bangchan was in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water.
You hung the suit on the back of the dining chair. You didn't say anything. You walked to the fridge and poured yourself a glass of cold water. Your hands were shaking slightly.
"I put Minjun to bed," Bangchan said.
"Thank you."
Silence fell over the kitchen again. It was that heavy, suffocating silence you had gotten so used to.
"Look," Bangchan started, leaning against the counter. "I didn't mean to yell in front of him. But you have to admit, you've been really careless lately. It's like you don't even listen when I talk to you."
You put your glass down on the counter. The glass made a sharp clack against the marble. You gripped the edges of the counter, looking down at your hands.
"Is that what you think?" you asked quietly.
"What else am I supposed to think?" Bangchan crossed his arms. "You forget things. You're always in a bad mood. You don't talk to me unless it's about bills or Minjun. I'm just trying to keep things running around here."
You looked up. Your eyes were red, but you weren't crying. You were completely, utterly empty.
"I think we should get a divorce."
The words came out simply. They weren't yelled. They weren't dramatic. You said it the same way you would say you were out of milk.
Bangchan's arms slowly dropped to his sides. His face went blank. He stared at you for a long time, as if he didn't understand the English language.
"What?" he whispered.
"I can't do this anymore, Chris," you said. Your voice broke slightly, but you kept going. "I am so tired. You are so tired. All we do is argue. We are just two angry people living in the same house, trying to prove who is right and who is wrong."
"Please, stop." Bangchan took a step forward, panic flashing in his eyes.
"No, let me finish," you said, stepping back. "I saw Minjun's face today when we were yelling. He is five years old. He shouldn't be scared in his own home. He shouldn't have to guess if his parents are mad at each other every single day. It's not fair to him."
"We just had a fight. Normal couples fight," Bangchan said quickly. His voice was shaking now.
"Normal couples resolve things. We don't. We just bury it until the next day, and then we fight again. It's been like this for two years." You looked at him. You looked at his face, the face you used to love more than anything in the world. "I just want peace. I want you to be happy, and I want to be happy. And we are not happy together anymore."
Bangchan stared at you. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. He opened his mouth to argue, to point out why you were wrong, to defend his actions. It was his instinct. He was a smart man, he always knew how to win an argument.
But then you asked one last question.
"Chris," you said, a single tear finally falling down your cheek. "Do you even still love me?"
Bangchan stopped breathing.
"Or are you just staying because of pride? Because you don't want a failed marriage?" you asked, your voice cracking. "Because if you don't love me anymore, just tell me. Please. Let me go."
The question hit him physically. It felt like someone had punched him in the chest. All the anger, the frustration, the stress from work, the annoyance about the dry cleaning, it all vanished.
He looked at you. Really looked at you. He saw the dark circles under your eyes. He saw how thin you had gotten. He saw how defeated you looked standing in your kitchen, begging him to let you go because you thought he didn't care about you.
What was he doing? What the hell was he doing?
He had spent the last two years fighting to be right, that he hadn't realized he was destroying the only thing he actually cared about. He was about to lose you. He was about to break his family apart over dry cleaning, unspoken chores, and his own stupid ego.
Winning didn't matter. None of it mattered if you weren't here.
Bangchan didn't say a word. He walked across the kitchen, closing the distance between you two. You flinched slightly, expecting him to yell.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.
He held you tightly. His hand pressed against the back of your head, hiding your face in his shoulder. He closed his eyes and buried his face in your hair.
You froze. Your arms stayed stiff at your sides. You tried to pull away. "Chris, don't—"
"I love you," he said. His voice was thick and desperate. He tightened his grip, refusing to let you step back. "I love you. I never stopped loving you. Not for a single second."
You stopped struggling. Your breath hitched.
"I'm so sorry," Bangchan whispered against your hair. His own eyes were wet now. "I am so stupid. I am so sorry."
You slowly raised your hands and grabbed the fabric of his shirt. You didn't hug him back, you just held onto him to keep from falling. You started to cry. It wasn't a loud cry, but quiet, heavy sobs that shook your entire body.
Bangchan just held you. He rubbed your back slowly, letting you cry out all the exhaustion and sadness you had been holding in for months.
"I don't want a divorce," Bangchan said quietly. "Please don't say that again. Please."
You stood there in the kitchen for a long time. Eventually, your crying slowed down. You rested your forehead against his chest.
Bangchan slowly pulled back, just enough to look at your face. He wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb.
"I have been a terrible husband," he said honestly. "I let my stress turn me into a jerk. I stopped listening to you. I expected you to just do everything and I got mad when you couldn't. It wasn't fair."
You looked up at him. "I haven't been fair either. I shut you out. I stopped trying to talk to you because I assumed you wouldn't listen. I kept all my anger inside and just used it against you."
"We both messed up," Bangchan said. He took your hands in his. His hands were warm. "But listen, you are the only woman I have ever loved. You are the mother of my son. I don't want to win arguments anymore. I just want you."
You looked at your intertwined hands. "I'm just so tired, Chris. I don't know how to fix this."
"We start over," he said firmly. He looked you directly in the eyes. There was no pride left in his face. No ego. Just a man begging for his marriage. "We throw away the last two years. We drop the pride. If you are tired, tell me. If I am stressed, I will talk to you instead of getting angry. We start from zero."
You hesitated. "Can we really do that? Just forget it?"
"We don't forget it. We learn from it," Bangchan said. "But we don't use it as ammunition anymore. I promise you, I will change. Give me a chance to be the husband you married six years ago. Please."
You looked at him. You saw the sincerity in his eyes. You remembered the man he used to be, the man who used to make you laugh until your stomach hurt, the man who held your hand during Minjun's birth. That man was still there, buried under layers of stress and pride.
You took a deep breath. "Okay."
Bangchan let out a shaky breath and smiled. A real, relieved smile. He pulled you into another hug, burying his face in your neck. "Thank you. I love you so much."
"I love you too," you whispered back.
The next morning, you woke up at 6:00 AM.
The bed was warm. You turned around. Bangchan was still in bed. He was lying on his side, watching you.
"Morning," he said softly.
"You're not up," you said, confused.
"It's Saturday. I don't have work," he said. He reached out and brushed a piece of hair out of your face. "I'll go wake up Minjun and make breakfast. You sleep a little more."
You looked at him. It was a small thing. Just making breakfast. But it was something he hadn't offered to do in a very long time.
"Are you sure?" you asked.
"Yes," Bangchan smiled. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. Then, he kissed your lips gently. It felt a little awkward, a little new, like you were dating again. "Sleep."
He got out of bed and quietly left the room.
You lay in bed for a few minutes. You could hear the faint sound of Bangchan talking to Minjun in the hallway. You heard Minjun laugh. Then you heard the clinking of pans in the kitchen.
You turned over and closed your eyes. It wasn't a magic fix. You would probably still argue in the future. You still had a lot to work on.
But for the first time in six years, the house didn't feel heavy. It felt like home again.
Tags : oral ( f ), munch! Hyunjin, overstimulation, explicit language, hair pulling, dom! Hyunjin, lmk if I missed any
[ Yu’s lovenote .ᐟ ] the fucking honey skin. Lmfao the title though i let a giggle out
“F-fuck, hyunjin- AH!” Your strangled moans were filling the room, yet went right into one ear and out the other as Hes completely focussed on your slick entrance practically pulling his tongue in, the wet sounds having him groaning and tightening his grip just a tad.
Hes been at this for hours, you’ve tried pushing, you’ve tried slapping at his shoulders to get him to pull away just to let you breathe. But it’s no use, Hes literally stuck to your pussy, fixated on it some might say. But no doubt he’d leave it alone when it just looks so..
His hips were rutting down against the mattress with each torturing, burning lick of his aching, soaked muscle against your folds, hair an absolute mess from the way your hands were yanking and pulling at the bleached strands. Screaming his name into the sheets. He could cum in his boxers right then and there.
“G-god you taste..s-soo fucking good angel..so so so good..” he mewls, a soft whimper escaping his lips at the sight of you wrecked from just his tongue. “You take it..s-so well..” his voice was shaky, uneven with how bewildered he was, eyes blown wide, body shaking just as hard as yours, knuckles white under the sheer pressure of his grip around the plush flesh of your thighs.
You’ve already been through a horribly long period of orgasms, the bottom of his face drenched in your juices, eyes hazy and face fully flushed. It was a sight, you barely see him like this. But now? A complete, utter mess.
It’s like he can’t spend a day without his mouth on you, he couldn’t survive without the sweet taste, how all the sounds you make were because of him. It just gets him so fucking turned on he forgets how overstimulated you even become. Yet the ushered apologies clearly were sarcastic.
“M’ so..sorry baby- so so sorry..” he whispers, voice low and praising, a dark contrast of his constant abuse of your swollen clit, walls fluttering around his tongue with every push inside.
You were reaching your peek before you knew it, back arching violently, body thrashing beneath his evil ministrations, voice cracking in a hushed shudder, “shit i-fuck im cumming,,hyunjin!” You sob, hand reaching down to push down at his head, the overstimulation going right over you, shoved down by the amount of raw pleasure.
“Cmon..you can do it, for me-L-love..” he whispers roughly between sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your cunt, arms locked shut around your legs as he pushed you on and on.
And that last, long swipe of his tongue had you coming undone almost immediately, draping his chin in a mix of your juices, screeching as he suddenly presses it back against you, lapping your release messily, moaning quietly against you.
You were completely spent, body slick with sweat, hand darting up to wipe the drool from your mouth,
“Im not done..with you love..” his voice was quiet, but the choked sob that pushed past your lips when his mouth latched onto you again, abusing your sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. Swirling it around with a fast pace.
The knot in your stomach was tight, it felt almost uncomfortable as your legs clamped around his head, squeezing so tight his cheeks were flushing with a pink tint. Moaning into your used cunt, the vibrations sending your body hurling off the soaked mattress beneath you.
He was eating you like he’d not eaten for fucking years, ravishing in the amazing taste of you, the scent of sweat and sex filling his nostrils.
“Quit..fucking moving.” He grumbles against you, eyes burning right up into yours as he pushes you further and further. Hands splayed across your hickey stained skin of your thighs, warm from his relentless sucking beforehand.
His nose didnt help either, perfectly sculpted and nudging straight along your folds every time his hot muscle breached your tight hole.
Your shocked and bewildered noises sent a wave of heat straight to his neglected cock, angry and swollen in his boxers. Practically begging for attention.
When you first met him, you didnt expect him to be a certified munch. Especially someone this experienced to have you toppling and turning under his vice-like grip. But it’s definitely not a complaint— not when Hes getting off on devouring your pussy whole as if it was his last meal.
As if his tongue wasnt enough, his ringed up fingers came up and down your slick folds, the wet squelches of your juices mixing with the sounds of pure pleasure and satisfaction coming from him, eyes glowing at the sight— his fingertips pushed in slow, gently navigating that spongey spot deep in your gummy walls, lips sucking on your nub at the same time.
—scissoring the two fingers to open you up more, pad of his fingers poking and prodding at that forbidden spot inside you, your head spinning and screeching into the pillow, hands clawing at anything stabilised you could get ahold of, breathing ragged and choked.
Another orgasm was preaching, pending as the signals of your body gave it away, eyes rolling back at his fast rhythm, fingers plunging deep in and out of your heat. You could adjust to this, not until another finger was added, wrist curling at the perfect angle. “Yeah..just like that, shes doing soo fucking good for me..”
But just as you reached your peak, his movements came to a fast halt, your eyes snap open as you gaze down at him, “h-Hyunjin fuck- keep..Moving!” You cry out, but he just tilts his head, a mocking smirk plastered on that stupid face.
“Mm..i dont know, sweetheart..im getting tired..” he mumbles against your thigh, eyes blown wide with adrenaline.
“F-fuck..” you sob, walls clenching around his stilled digits in a low beg, the pulse making him groan but keep ahold of his manner.
You tried moving your hips against them, tried grinding down on his fingers, but before you even could, he began again, pace violent and aggressive, palm burning against your weeping cunt. Your breath caught in a high pitched squeal, hands scraping at his scalp, and his mouth was on you again, lapping at the leaking entrance, where juices spilled and piled just beneath the fine curve of your ass, tongue following the flow of release with a slow motion.
You didn’t have time to react before you clamped down against him, the knot in your lower stomach bursting completely as spurts of arousal gushed out of your pussy violently, coating his hand in a pearly substance down to the curve of his wrist, his tongue darting out to sweep at it.
WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content: Detailed descriptions of teasing, masturbation, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, and rough play. Dom/sub dynamics: Power play, domination, control, choking, hair-pulling, facefucking, and denial/negation elements. Intense and rough themes: Including physical exhaustion, pain mixed with pleasure, deepthroat (with gagging), spanking, biting, and prolonged sessions. Bodily fluids: Heavy focus on sweat, semen, squirting, and "messy"
Only for adults (18+). If any of this is offensive to you or if you're under 18, please don't view it! All based on fictional events, none of this is real.
SUMMARY: Just a photo, a damn photo of your dear boyfriend at the gym and he has you subdued to him on the living room floor.
I've been thinking about this since the damn chan sent this photo by bubble. But what does this man think he is?! What way to play with us is this?!
At this moment you hated Chan to the fullest.
That he knew you so well and used that to his advantage right now was proving to be a problem, because it made you remember how easy you could be because of him and although deep down you loved it, you wanted to convince yourself otherwise.
You were in the tranquility of your apartment, enjoying a day without work, without pressure, without stress; catching up on a series that you had recently started, one of those thrillers that hooks you until the end, although they always follow the same predictable pattern. The couch enveloped you like a lazy hug, the remote in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other. Until you got a message. From Chan.
You knew you were going to see him today; He always kept you in the loop on his day and right now he was at the gym, going about his daily routine like clockwork.
*Photo*
Just a damn photo, no text. He knew it wasn't necessary. The muscles tense under the fluorescent light of the gym, the veins marked in his arms as he sat, in that casual pose that screamed provocation. It made you feel a treacherous warmth rising up your belly, reminding you exactly why you always gave in. Because right now you'd give anything to be between his legs, kneeling, surrendering to that control that drove him so crazy.
Damn it. Damn Chan.
If he wanted to play this, two could do it. You weren't going to sit idly by. You quickly got up from the couch, throwing the blanket over who knows where, and headed to your room with a racing pulse. You took off those ridiculous old comfortable pijamas you were wearing, along with the soft, furry socks you loved for walking around the house. You opened the part of the closet where you kept some of his clothes and took one of his t-shirts, the one that fit you like a loose dress.
You got rid of everything: pijamas and underwear. You just put on his T-shirt, feeling the soft fabric brush against your bare skin, impregnated with its smell. You looked in the mirror: the curves hinted under the garment, the legs exposed, ready to fight back. Now it was his turn to suffer a little.
You sat in bed, in front of the mirror in the closet, and tried various poses, trying to be provocative. You didn't know whether to start by showing him everything directly or be subtle, but if there was one thing you were clear about, it was that you wanted to make him lose his mind. Your skin bristled under your shirt, the fresh air brushing against your exposed legs, as you imagined his reaction – that hungry look he gave when he saw you like this, vulnerable but in control.
In the end, the first photo you sent him was you sitting on the bed, with your legs spread but one arm resting in the center, covering just enough with the edge of his shirt. An "innocent" shot that promised more. You sent it to him and, of course, he did not take long to answer:
Wow, I see that someone looks good on my clothes.
His message made you smile mischievously, the phone vibrating in your hand like a shared secret. You knew he was at the gym, probably sweating and now distracted by your photo, imagining yourself like this in his shirt. The heat in your belly intensified, an insistent pulse between your legs that made you move restlessly on the bed.
You decided to up the ante. You settled in a little more, raising the hem of his shirt just enough to hint at the curve of your hips, and took another photo: this time, with one hand fiddling with the hem, your eyes fixed on the camera as if you were looking directly at it.
Just testing if it looks better on me with nothing underneath
You wrote to him, attaching the image. Your heart was pounding, anticipating his response.
It wasn't even a minute before he arrived:
Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me in the middle of training? Keep it up and I'm going straight home right now.
Those words lit you up even more, a shiver of power running through you. If he wanted control, you were going to take it away a little bit. You leaned back against the pillows, sliding a hand between your legs under the shirt – not touching anything yet, just hinting at movement. You took the photo: the hand disappearing under the fabric, the legs slightly open, your expression a mixture of feigned innocence and pure desire.
Maybe I've already started without you
But you didn't stop there. Right after, you recorded a short audio: a soft, breathy moan, followed by a hoarse whisper.
Chan… I can't wait any longer. Come and finish it yourself.
You sent it out, imagining how it would get straight to your headphones at the gym.
On the other side, Chan felt the immediate impact. He was finishing his set of dumbbells when the audio vibrated in his ears, your moan sending a surge of heat straight into his crotch. Fuck. His cock hardened instantly, betraying his usual control. He looked around, the crowded gym, and had to move quickly to the locker room, adjusting his shorts surreptitiously so that no one would notice. He leaned against a wall, taking a deep breath, but he couldn't stop listening to her over and over again. You, moaning his name. It was pure torture.
Still, Chan was the king of control. He was not going to give in so easily. He replied with a voice message, his tone low and dominant, although you could see the edge of desire in his voice:
Baby, do you think you can start without me? Keep touching yourself, but don't finish. I want to see you on the edge when I arrive.
Then, a quick text:
I'm on my way. Keep that hand where it is.
The message left you gasping, your hand pressing harder against yourself, the game now on its terms. You knew that when it came, it was going to make you pay for every second of provocation – and you couldn't wait. But you weren't going to stay in bed; You wanted him to see you as soon as you entered, that the impact was immediate. You got up, your legs trembling with pent-up desire, and moved into the living room. You settled on the couch, pulling your shirt up to your waist, leaving everything exposed to the fresh air of the room. Legs spread, one hand resting lazily on your thigh, waiting. The pulse between your legs was insistent, your excitement evident in every heartbeat.
Then, you heard the sound of the door code – that familiar beep announcing its arrival. Your heart raced further, a rush of adrenaline mixed in anticipation, causing your chest to rise and fall rapidly. The door clicked open, and there was Chan, bursting into the room without pause. He hadn't showered or changed; He was still wearing gym clothes – tight shorts, sweaty T-shirt clinging to his defined torso, the smell of exertion and cologne permeating the air. His tousled hair, beads of sweat pearling his skin, and that look of pure hunger in his eyes when he saw you.
He stood in front of you, his breathing heavy and ragged, as if the drive from the gym wasn't enough to calm him down. His eyes went straight down to you, to your exposed center, glowing with the moisture of your desire under the soft light of the living room.
"Fuck, baby…", he murmured, his voice hoarse and deep, the bulge in his shorts evident as he devoured you with his gaze. He didn't move at first, just watching you, letting the tension build – his grip still intact, but about to break. You looked back at him, defiant and anxious, knowing that this was just the beginning.
Chan stepped forward, kneeling slowly between your legs, his hands rough from training resting on your thighs.
"You've been a bad girl, starting without me…" he said with that lopsided smile, leaning over to brush his lips against your inner skin, him hot breath against you. "Now, let me finish what you started."
Without further ado, he threw himself at you with ravenous desperation, as if he hadn't eaten in days. His mouth closed over your pussy shamelessly, licking and sucking greedily, his tongue tracing quick circles around your clit as he moaned against you, vibrations sending waves of pleasure all over your body. He slipped two fingers into your vagina all at once, mercilessly, fucking you with a brutal rhythm that made you arch your back against the couch.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me" he growled between licks, his fingers curving to hit that tender spot inside you, pushing deeper with each thrust.
You gasped, your hands tangling in his sweaty hair, tugging at it as the pleasure built up like a storm. Your pussy tightened around his fingers, orgasm approaching fast, desperate.
"Chan... Please...", you begged, pulling harder at his hair, your body trembling to the edge.
I wasn't going to let you fall so easily. Feeling how you squeezed it, how your body tensed, it jerked away – mouth and fingers coming out with a wet, obscene sound. He closed your legs firmly, his hands like pincers on your thighs, and turned you around with ease, putting you on all fours on the sofa. Your torso sank into the cushions, your ass pulled up toward him, exposed and vulnerable. He continued to kneel behind you, without getting up, and yanked off his sweaty shirt, revealing his defined, shiny torso. Then, he pulled down his shorts just enough to free himself, his hard cock jumping free, thick and throbbing with anticipation.
He held your legs together, squeezed tightly between his knees, wanting everything to feel even narrower, more intense.
"I want to feel you squeeze me like you're mine just for this" he muttered hoarsely, desperately, rubbing the head of his cock against your wet vagina up and down. He would get wet with your juices, sliding down your entrance, brushing your with each pass, torturing you with the promise of more. You moaned, pushing your hips back, begging silently, but he controlled the beat, his heavy breathing revealing his own desperation – cock beating against you, trembling hands on your hips.
Finally, he could not take it anymore. With an animalistic growl, he sank into you with a deep lunge, your tight pussy enveloping him like a vice thanks to the legs together.
"Shit, baby… so fucking tight" he gasped, starting to fuck you with wild, dominant thrusts, one hand on your back to keep you in position while the other tangled in your hair, pulling to arch you more. Each thrust was desperate, as if it was claiming every second of provocation, hitting deep and fast, its balls crashing into you with wet sounds. You shouted his name, the pleasure building up again, but he slowed down every time you felt the edge, denying you over and over again.
Your knees began to ache against the floor of the living room, anchored in that position by his weight and strength, but the pleasure eclipsed everything – a fire that consumed you as he fucked you mercilessly. Chan pulled harder at your hair, lifting your torso a little towards his sweaty chest, forcing you to arch more. He took advantage of the moment to put his hands under her shirt, which was still hanging crumpled around your waist, and grab your tits greedily. He kneaded them roughly, pinching the hardened nipples, his hot breath in your ear as he growled:
"You were looking forward to me smashing your pussy, right? Look at you, so wet and desperate for my cock… Tell me how much you love it, baby. Beg me not to stop."
You gasped, the words coming out between moans:
"Yes, Chan… please tear me apart… don't stop." His thrusts became more brutal, his fingers pulling on your nipples to the rhythm of his hips, pain mixed with pleasure causing your pussy to tighten around him.
But he wasn't done making you suffer. Without taking his cock out of you – keeping you impaled on it – he grabbed you from behind your arms tightly, his hands like handcuffs on your biceps. He lifted you off the couch and moved you to the floor in a fluid, commanding motion, throwing you face down under him. You felt his full weight pressing you against the carpet, his sweaty torso crushing you, his cock still sunk deep as he adjusted the position.
"Lift your ass higher, baby" he ordered in a deep, authoritative voice, his breath choked with despair. "I want to fuck you like this, bending you until you can't take it anymore."
You obeyed, raising your hips just enough so he could continue to lunge, his hips crashing against your ass with renewed strength. I was bending you completely, one hand on the back of your neck pressing your face to the ground, the other on your hip guiding the beat – deep, slow thrusts now, torturing you with denial, speeding up only to slow down when you felt orgasm approaching.
"Not yet" he muttered, biting your earlobe with a possessive bite. "You're going to suffer for every photo and every moan you sent me. I want to fuck you for hours, baby… to make you beg me for relief." His movements became a relentless sway, his cock hitting that sensitive spot inside you, sweat dripping from his body to yours, the smell of sex and effort filling the room.
You writhed beneath him, each thrust bringing you to the edge, only for him to stop, kissing your neck with a mixture of cruel tenderness before resuming.
"You're mine, all mine" he growled, speeding up again, as he fucked you harder, prolonging the delicious agony.
His thrusts became erratic, more animalistic, as if his control was breaking under raw necessity. Sweat dripped from his body onto yours, the floor beneath you becoming a slippery mess of fluids and heat.
"Fuck, baby… I'm going to cum inside you" he gasped hoarsely, his hips crashing against your ass with bestial force. "I'm going to fill you with my cum, but I'm not going to stop until I see you overflow… until you're dripping from me." A guttural growl escaped his throat as he sank one last time, deep and wild, his cock throbbing as it broke free – hot jets filling you completely, excess starting to seep in even with him still inside, his body trembling with sheer animal desperation.
He didn't stop there; It came out of you with a wet, raunchy sound, just a moment, to flip you around with a rough jerk, putting you on your back on the floor. He spread your legs open with rough hands, spreading them wide apart to expose you completely, his eyes fixed on your pussy – watching his thick white cum slowly come out of you, down your vagina to your ass, dripping onto the carpet in a puddle.
"Look at that… full of me" he murmured, his breath ragged, his cock still hard and shiny with your juices, pulsing with renewed need. He seemed mesmerized, destroyed by the sight, his control hanging by a thread.
You, knowing that this wasn't over – that it was just the beginning of more chaos – provoked it to break it completely. You brought a hand to your vagina, scooping up his hot cum with your fingers, and brought it to your mouth, licking it slowly as you looked into his eyes with feigned innocence. You groaned as you tasted it, the salty, raw taste invading your tongue.
"Mmm… so good, Chan" escaping your lips in a playful whisper. That shattered him – his eyes darkened with feral hunger, an animal growl pouring out of his chest as he watched you, his cock jumping involuntarily, ready to claim more.
It didn't take long for him to act. With a needy and brutal movement, he lifted your legs, sticking them as close to your body as possible – knees almost touching your shoulders, bending like a prey under his weight. He buried himself back in your pussy with a deep, possessive thrust, the new angle causing him to hit even deeper, your body tight and exposed for him.
"Fuck, you can't tease me like that and expect me to stop" he roared, starting to fuck you with furious thrusts, his full weight crushing you to the ground, hips colliding with wet, dirty sounds. The semen from before mixed with your moisture, lubricating everything in a slippery mess, splattering with every animal thrust.
In that position, with your legs glued to your body and him sinking so deep, your orgasm came fast – an unstoppable torrent that made you tremble, the pleasure building up like a bomb about to explode.
"Chan… please.. I can't take it anymore" you pleaded between desperate gasps, your nails digging into his skin, but he ignored your pleas, fucking harder, knowing exactly that you were going to break. The sound of water – wet splashes – resonated every time I rammed you, your juices splattering with each brutal thrust. Finally, you broke down with a cry of pure despair, your body rising from the ground in a taut arc, an explosive squirt gushing out of you like a wild release.
Chan pulled out his cock for just a second, letting the squirt wash over him, soaking its hard, shiny length, hot droplets splashing his abdomen and the floor.
"Fuck yes…," he growled with a feral smile, tapping your pussy playfully with the head of his cock, spreading the mess before sinking back into you with a possessive thrust. How he loved to make you run like this, to see you fall apart in a puddle for him. "Look what a mess you're making, you've soaked me" he muttered in a hoarse, accusing voice, letting go of your legs so they fell to the sides, limp and trembling, as he brought a hand to your throat, squeezing hard to cut off your breath just enough to intensify everything.
"I'm going to keep going until you're exhausted" he promised, his eyes burning with animal need, fucking with slow, deep thrusts that made you see stars, the thin air amplifying every sensation.
He knew that in that state of overstimulation, you cummed easily, your hypersensitive pussy contracting around him at the slightest provocation. He felt another orgasm approaching, your body betraying you with uncontrollable tremors, so without letting go of your neck, he pulled his cock out of you with a sucking sound and stuck two fingers in your vagina like crazy, fucking you with them in a frenetic and wild rhythm.
"That's it, baby, give me more… squirt for me again, wet the whole fucking floor" he would instigate you in a deep voice, his fingers curving to hit that sensitive spot, splashing juices everywhere as you broke again; Another explosive squirt, soaking his hand, his arm, the floor beneath you in a sticky, hot mess.
He didn't stop there; He stuck out his fingers only to lick them greedily, savoring your mixed essence with an animal growl:
"You know us… fuck, you drive me crazy." Then, he flipped you sideways on the ground, one leg over his shoulder for a brutal new angle, sinking back in with needy thrusts that made their balls crash into you in wet sounds.
"Keep cumming, baby… Don't stop, give me everything you have" he commanded, his hand returning to your to rub furiously, prolonging the overstim until another orgasm hit you, splashing more. He devoured every drop with his gaze, his cock throbbing inside you, vowing not to stop until you were exhausted and overflowing – a never-ending cycle of animal breakup and claim on that slippery floor.
The brutality escalated as he flipped you completely upside down again, pressing your torso into the ground, his body covering you like a beast in heat. His weight crushed you, immobilizing you completely, as his hips slammed into your ass with fierce, deep thrusts – each a blow that echoed through the living room, the floor now a swamp of juices and sweat that scraped your skin with every movement.
"Feel this, baby… There's no escaping it" he growled, one hand on the back of your head pressing your face against the soggy carpet, the other holding your hip to guide the wild thrusts. Your moans turned into muffled screams, the overstim making your pussy contract like a vice around him, but he wouldn't slow down, fucking as if his life depended on tearing you apart.
Suddenly, he took out his cock and lowered his head, sucking your pussy with a vora hunger, tongue licking and sucking the fluid mess, teeth brushing against your sensitive clit to intensify the torment.
"It breaks for me again… squirt in my mouth, wet my entire face" he demanded in a hoarse voice, his fingers joining the assault, getting three now to fuck you with a crazy and brutal rhythm that made you arch against the floor. The painful pleasure broke you again, an explosive squirt straight into his mouth, splashing his face, chest, and the floor in hot, uncontrollable jets. He swallowed it greedily, moaning like an animal: "That's it… Give me more, baby, soak it all up… look what a good girl you're being to me."
Chan sat up on his knees for a moment, his rough hands opening your buttocks firmly, exposing everything on the slippery floor.
"I think your ass wants me to tear it apart too" he muttered with a predatory smile, his cock shiny and lubricated by your juices pressing against your back entry. It sank in little by little, inch by inch, the intense, fiery stretch filling you with an overwhelming fullness – your body trembling from the slow, deliberate invasion. Just by feeling his thick cock filling your ass, the overstim pushed you to the limit again: you came with a broken moan, your pussy contracting empty as waves of pleasure shook you, splashing more juices to the floor. He smiled, watching you fall apart, and growled:
"Look how you have cummed just for having put it up your ass… you are such a needy whore for me". He kept sinking all the way to the bottom, starting to fuck you with deep, possessive thrusts, his weight crushing you again as he claimed that new territory with animal greed – each lunge making you feel every inch of it, the sweat and fluids lubricating the filthy chaos.
It didn't take long for him to climax there, him hips accelerating in a brutal rhythm:
"I'm going to fill your ass with cum, baby… it overflows with me on all sides" he gasped, sinking one last time with a guttural roar. His cock throbbed, releasing hot, thick spurts inside you, the excess seeping in and dripping down your buttocks to the floor in a sticky mess. He stayed inside for a moment, enjoying the sensation, before walking out with an obscene sound, admiring how his cum came out of your dilated ass – a sight that turned him on even more.
After cumming in your ass, Chan helped you up with steady hands but shaking from residual need, sitting on the slippery floor with your back against the couch to stabilize yourself. His still-hard and shiny cock with the mixed "mess" of cum, juices, and sweat throbbing in the air, and he grabbed her by the base with one hand, guiding her to you. With the other hand tangled in your hair, he forced you to crouch, pulling dominantly to lower you to his level.
"Clean up our mess well as you know" he commanded in a hoarse, dirty voice, a predatory smile on his lips as he lowered his head to his cock, sinking into your mouth to the bottom in a single motion. He held you there for a few seconds, choking you with his thick length – throat constricting around him, tears forming in your eyes from the brutal invasion, the salty and raw taste of your fluids invading your tongue.
"Fuck, yes… Suck it all in, baby, swallow our chaos" he growled, his hips thrusting lightly to facefuck you with short, controlled thrusts, holding your head in place with the grip in your hair. He would pull out just to let you breathe for a second, saliva and cum dripping from your mouth onto the floor, before sinking back in – deeper, rougher, forcing you to lick every inch as his hand at the base guided the pace.
"Look at you, choking on my cock. You're perfect for this, baby, clean every last drop." He alternated between keeping you at the bottom (drowning in waves of painful pleasure) and letting yourself be sucked greedily, his other hand now on the back of your neck pressing deeper, instigating more overstim as your body trembled with exhaustion. "Swallow… ", he demanded, his animal moans echoing as he used you, prolonging the oral torment on that sticky floor.
The pace intensified, his thrusts in your mouth becoming more erratic and needy, his grip on the hair tightening as he approached the limit once again.
"Fuck, baby… I'm going to in your mouth… swallow all I have left" he gasped, sinking deep one last time with a guttural growl. His cock throbbed, releasing a small but hot load – thick, salty spurts that filled your mouth, the intense taste of his exhaustion after so many rounds. He held you there, forcing you to swallow, before pulling out with a wet pop, throwing his head back against the couch, exhausted, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, eyes closed in a moment of total surrender.
Then, he sat up for a moment, his gaze now soft and full of adoration, contrasting with the previous brutality. He pulled you toward him gently, wrapping one strong arm around your waist to stick to his sweaty body, while with the other he brought his hand to your cheeks, cradling them tenderly. He kissed you like crazy – lips devouring yours in a deep, passionate kiss, tongue exploring with a mixture of residual urgency and overwhelming affection.
"You've done so well, baby… so good" he murmured against your mouth between kisses, his voice hoarse but soft, the shared exhaustion wrapping them in an exhausted embrace on that chaotic floor.
Synopsis when your parents decide to invite the neighbors on your family trip, you and your window partner find more ways to keep warm than the hot tub.
Prompt (s) holiday vacation, snowy hot tub
Warnings fluff, angst, miscommunication?, idiots in love, flirting, sexual tension, 'friends' to lovers, smut, semi-public sex, unprotected piv, hot tub makeout session, vaginal fingering, pull out method, explicit sexual descriptions.
Word Count 7.4k
A/N hi guys, i hope your christmas was good. sorry for the delay, this was so much fun to write and i really hope you enjoy this and leave your thoughts. likes, comments, or reblogs are encouraged, welcome, appreciated. huge thanks to @breakmeoff and @angel-writes-skz-here for coming up with and organizing this event, i'm very glad to have been a part of it. also check out the other writer's posts in this event, they've got some great stuff too. attaching the masterlist here.
“And so I told them to just come with us, we’re basically family”, Your mom said in the car on the way to the airport. Something she apparently only felt the need to share when it was much too late to back out. “Oh that’s lovely honey, I’m glad we finally worked one out”, your dad said. Worked one out? “They said the same, I can’t believe we’ve never done this”, Your mom said excitedly. You grimaced, it’s not that you have an issue with your neighbors joining you on this trip, it’s just that it can get a little awkward whenever they are around. Your parents and your neighbors have been neighbors since before you were born and are so close you often had dinners or breakfasts with them.
So it’s not awkward in a sense of not really knowing them but it’s awkward in the way that they always feel the need to meddle in your love life. It’s apparently been a life mission after you and the neighbors’ son were born to become a real family. Everytime you see the neighbors they offer up information about him that you truly could care less about. You have nothing against him, it’s just you prefer to fall in love naturally. Set ups feel disingenuous and you don’t want someone else to take credit for you falling in love. In fact since you both went off to college, you barely saw each other. So, it was like hearing information about a stranger, though he wasn’t really a stranger.
You and Chris, their son, knew each other enough. I mean you had those breakfasts and dinners and sometimes you would come over to help him watch his younger siblings when your parents went to go on some double date. You just never really exchanged words with him more than the hospitable hi and bye. Plus, Chris has many friends. You hear about it when your mom hogs the landline talking to his mom, never really understanding why they just can’t go talk in person. But apparently his parents are really worried about his love life because he doesn’t seem to take anyone seriously.
Which is another reason why you don’t understand why there is such a huge deal to try to get you guys together. It was clearly a plan set for failure, so why did they push it so much? “Y/N, Chris will be there, I know you haven’t see each other in forever so you’ll be each other’s buddy”, your mom said. “Doesn’t he have siblings?”, you ask sarcastically. She sighs, “Baby, they’re young and they won’t be coming. They’re overseas to visit their grandparents. Me, dad, and the Bahngs will be busy for most of it”, she said. That confused you. A family trip? ‘Spontaneously’ inviting the neighbors? But they will be busy, while you and Chris weren’t?
You sighed, “Mom can you at least have some tact”, you say. Your dad laughs, “Look sweetheart, he’s a good kid no one’s saying to date him but you try to have fun you know”, he says. “I just thought it would be us spending time together”, you said, pulling out your phone and sending a text to your friends about the situation that is unfolding. “Don’t be like that, we’ll spend time”, your mom said. Conveniently you made it to the airport around the same time the Bahngs did. When the car stopped you got out, stretched your legs, and went to greet them. “Oh, Y/N it’s so good to see you”, Mrs. Bahng. “It’s good to see you too”, you say, welcoming the embrace she began to extend.
“Y/N! How’ve you been, I hope school’s going well”, Mr. Bahng says, surfacing from the car. “I’m well and it has been, how about you.”, you say, responding, moving towards him to welcome the embrace he was extending. “Can’t complain, everyone’s doing well and I got this knucklehead to tag along finally”, he says gesturing. You look to where he’s gesturing and nearly fall to your knees. It was Chris. I mean of course, who else would it be. The blond hair, the fact that he had it in a ponytail. He looks up as if sensing he was being talked about–ogled at.
Your eyes meet his and he smiles. You don’t know what your mouth does, but you know it makes him smirk. You can sense your parents making glances at each other and you know for the most superficial of reasons, their plan might actually work. “Come on guys, we have to get through TSA, Lord knows how long that will take at this time of year”, your dad says. You break your ‘stare’ and move to get your bags from the car, this trip might actually not be that bad.
DAY ONE
It was bad. For some peculiar reason your parents booked two rooms, next door to each other for you and Chris to inhabit. When you made it in, yesterday afternoon, and received your keys, you were a little stoked to have your own room. Typically your parents choose the wallet friendly route and book just one room and you sleep in the next bed over. You liked not being completely alone, but sleep was absolutely horrible. They’d flirt late into the night, assuming you were asleep or get up in the middle of the night to turn on the air conditioning.
So you weren’t complaining about having your own room. But the fact that you and Chris shared an awkward elevator ride, got off on the same floor, and walked equal distance down the same hallway. It was all planned. They were really trying their hardest to get you two together. And now after an obviously planned text sent to the both of you about meeting for breakfast in the resort’s dining room, you’re sitting across from each other eating breakfast. Quietly.
“Good morning”, he suddenly says. You look up from the waffle on your plate and respond, “morning”. It goes back to the silence you’re used to. Until he decides to speak again. “They’re being super obvious this time you know, why is that? You been talking about me?” he asks in faux accusation. You put down your fork this time looking up once again from your waffle. “You know people often accuse others of what they’ve done, so was that it? That why they force us on a ‘date’”, you say in response. He beams, “a date huh? And here I was under the impression we were just two neighbors at breakfast”, he said. “I don’t think it’s a date”, you say in offense.
Though it doesn’t have much bite to it, the man in front of you really grew into his looks and you wouldn’t be entirely opposed to it being a date, if that’s what it actually was. He doesn’t respond, he just goes back to eating his breakfast and the silence between you resumes. He gets up a little after that, discarding his trash and putting away his dirty dish, leaving you there at the table alone. You don’t mind it, really, you finally got out of yet another forced interaction your parents set up, but he could’ve at least said bye. You finish the rest of your breakfast, get up and put away your dish.
Now that you were alone, you decided to find something to do. Leaving the dining room and heading to the front desk to ask about the events. “Good morning, what can I help you with”, the receptionist asks. “Where can I find the event schedule?” you ask. The dude turns in his rolling chair to the back counter and grabs a sheet of paper with the different events the resort had to offer. Handing it to you, he spoke, “there’s a qr code on there that lets you sign up, if you have any problems with it, just call the front desk and we can manually sign you up”. You take the sheet of paper and thank the man before turning to go to the elevators.
The ride up the elevators is peaceful this time and so is the walk down the hallway. What was not, was getting to your door. Because the moment you are three feet away from it and getting ready to key in, Chris walks out in sweats and a tshirt, holding a gym bag. You could die. Not only has he grown into his looks, but he grew into his body. It was obvious to the blind that you were checking him out. Except to him apparently because he didn’t even make a face or a comment. He just kept walking like nothing happened. Like he didn’t walk out of his room looking like that.
Hearing how your thoughts sound you grimace, he was just in workout clothes it was seriously no big deal. But you admit that if you had less pride you would ‘conveniently’ be heading to the gym too. But doing so would only make him think you like him, that the reason your parents are amping up their efforts is because you made it known. So, you key in and walk into your room as you previously planned. But finding an event to go to was definitely not on your mind anymore. You feel like a creep, checking him out so shamelessly, twice not even 24 hours into this trip.
And the voice in your head is against you. Maybe it’s good that the Bahng’s are here on this trip. No. You won’t allow your parents to be right. Chris was fine but that’s it. But based on the way your ‘feelings’, well hormones, were acting it was clear something would come of this trip. You decide that what you need is a day inside. That way, there are no other instances that you could potentially run into him until you have to eat later. Well, when your parents decide they want to pretend to eat together forcing yet another awkward meal, with the man they so desperately want to have as their son in law.
DAY TWO
You ignored the meet for breakfast text, not dumb oblivious enough to fall for the same trick twice. Also, you can’t face Chris today. Last night you had a dream that you went to the gym a little after he left for it. It was so detailed it left you blushing when you woke. You couldn’t believe it. It was a classic case of your subconscious trying to solve ‘problems’ for you, but all it did was create new ones.
Because the hope was now true, you might actually have a crush on Chris. Maybe the lack of speaking to him stemmed from nervousness. Perhaps you always liked him. He was never ugly to you, sharing a window with each other had a few mishaps.
But it was most likely the obvious explanation of attraction, you probably only found him attractive or maybe even liked him because he was close. Always around even if he wasn’t actually there. You did always tune in a little more when your moms were on the phone sharing information about you both. Maybe that was intentional, maybe he was listening in too. Great, now you’re thinking about him. A knock comes at your door.
You sit up from your place in bed to look towards the door. Surely, someone got the wrong door. Your parents would let you know they were coming, but they’ve already said they’d be busy. “Y/N, it’s me”, a voice called beyond the door. The voice that haunted you in your dream nightmare.
This had to be a joke. There was no way avoidance only brought him to you. “I know you’re up, come with me to the gym”, he said. You nearly jumped out of bed. Come with him to the gym? Was he sick? He had to have noticed the eyes on him as he left yesterday. Why ,suddenly, does he want me to go with him? You get out of bed and straighten out your pajamas before you go to the door. You open the door and see him standing there. “You went by yourself yesterday, why do I need to come”, you say, voice not giving you away. He smiled then spoke, “Seemed like you wanted to come yesterday”, he says.
So he definitely knew you were staring, but why did he hold onto it for so long. It can’t possibly mean anything to him can it? “Hmm, stuck on your mind huh?”, you say. He pushes past you into your room at that. You’re caught off guard and stumble a little, glaring at him and closing the door. “What are you doing?”, you say. He’s just looking around your room, as if he didn’t have the same layout a room over. “Why’d you ditch me for our date?”, he asked. You scoff, “You can’t be serious”, you said.
“So serious, I thought I did well enough yesterday for a second”, he said with a pout. “You left and didn’t even say bye, plus it wasn’t a date”, you say. “Oh did that bother you, should I say goodbye to you from now on?”, he asked mockingly. You groaned, “You’re kind of an ass, you know that?”, you say. “Yeah?”, he says, eyes squinting. You hate that the tone he uses affects you. He laughs, “I think you should drop the front”, he says. “The front?”, you ask. “You’re so obvious, if you don’t like me it’s definitely something”, he says. You ignore him, “If I’m supposed to be going to the gym with you are you going to let me get dressed?”, you asked.
He laughs, obviously amused at your redirection. “Yeah, go change in your bathroom”, he says. “But this is my room, how about you leave”, you say, flustered at the idea that he so casually suggested being a mere ten feet from each other with the knowledge that one of you was waiting for the other to get dressed and that the other would be getting near naked. Was he working for his parents? “So you can ditch me on our date again?”, he asked. Date? “Date?”, you actualized the thought. “Yeah, get dressed”.
Your eyes were stuck to the floor the entire time you were at the gym. The same couldn’t be said about him though, because he was absolutely looking only at you. And his closeness when he ‘spotted’ you was something you were sure to think about when it was over. “Arch your back a little bit more, yeahhh, like that”, he said ‘fixing’ your form, his hand pressing into the small of your back. You cut your eyes at him when the set was done.
It was infuriating, how hot he was. Infuriating that at some point a t-shirt was too hot and he took it off. His toned body stealing your attention momentarily before you realized the intention and looked away, refusing to give him what he wanted.
It carries on that way the rest of the time you’re there. On the walk back, it’s silent. Not because of awkwardness, but because too many cards were shown today. It’s obvious there is a level of attraction between the two of you, but what he pulled today was purposeful. At the rate this is going you might just start giving your parents what they want. Your body felt hyperaware when you both stepped onto the elevator. Mimicking the day you got here, but this time you weren’t speaking because you didn’t know what would come out of your mouth.
The elevator dinged when you reached your floor and you practically hightailed it out of there. You heard a faint chuckle from behind you. “Still got energy?, thought we burned it all?”, he calls out. You want to curse him for saying something like that in the middle of the hallway, but when you think about it he really didn’t say anything crazy. What’s going on with me? You ignore him, making it to your door and pulling out your card. “I’m gonna take a shower, catch you later”, he says. It throws you off, just how fast he had to have walked to catch up to you. But now the thought of him in the shower is fresh on your mind, you scoff and key in.
He knows what he’s doing, that much is clear now. But you can’t call it out because what if you actually do like him. What if you were just trying to find reason in things that don’t have any. This is also a trip he is on. His parents also ditched him on a family trip. He could just be trying to make the most of his time here. Afterall, you’re not complete strangers. The flirting or what you think is flirting, could actually just be him poking fun at the way your parents are trying to make you guys a thing. You sigh, trying to make sense of it feels like you’re gaslighting yourself.
You need something to do to get your mind off of it. Right! The events. You grabbed the paper you laid on your nightstand yesterday and looked over it. Hmmm, Christmas tree lighting and a massage speed date? It was way too cold outside to do the tree lighting. There was no way you would willingly stand in the freezing cold for an hour waiting for a tree to be turned on. The only choice was the massage speed date. Just what kind of resort was this? It gets you out of your room and who knows maybe you’ll meet your soulmate there. Then finally your parents will back off a little and you could make sense of your feelings without them being put on you.
You scanned the qr code and signed up, then went to the bathroom to wash up so you could take a quick nap. You wake up a bit later than you would’ve liked and put on something comfortable before heading to the hotel conference room, for the event. It was decorated with a romantic christmas vibe. And it hit you, today’s Christmas Eve. you had been so preoccupied with Chris you didn’t even notice that Christmas was in a few hours. Speaking of Chris, you noticed him when you took a look around the room. Snapping your head from his direction when you noticed him looking at you.
The event host explained how the event would work and then instructed people to lay on the massage tables, scattered in the room. You managed to find one that was unoccupied and laid on top of it letting your head relax in the cradle. “Okay, everyone that’s still standing I’m putting on a timer, I want you to walk around until it beeps and stop at that table. Introduce yourselves and then just do your thing.”, the host said. Laying on the table was relaxing, but the idea that Chris might have still been standing keeps you on edge. The timer beeps.
And as if the universe was also a part of the elaborate scheme, “Hey, I’m Chris, but you know that”, he says. You stiffen, “relax, it’s just me, or maybe that’s why you can’t”, he says. You hate that what he says affects you. “Shut up”, you say. He laughs from above you. Your shoulders begin to feel warm, light pressure. “Against the rules, we have to talk love, it’s a speed date”, he says. The pet name is doing damage to your psyche. “What are you doing?”, you say. “Massaging you, duh”, he says. “No–you’re being flirty and using pet names, and that shit you pulled earlier”, you say, airing your grievances. He laughs, “Seems that’s what you want it to be”, he says.
Your heart flutters, did that mean you were right about him just poking fun at the situation you both found yourself in. You went quiet, he notices. “Y/N?”, he checks in. You don’t respond, you don’t know why that line of thought soured you. The timer beeps, he removes his hand and walks away at the instruction of the host, but you don’t want to be here anymore. You get up from the table, muttering an apology to the person that replaced him and left. You went straight back to your room and let Christmas come in alone.
DAY THREE
You groggily roll out of bed. Your heart feels heavy. I’m so stupid. You needed to get dressed, it’s Christmas the one day your parents decided it would actually be a family trip. You don’t want to go there and face them, they’ll know something is wrong and no doubt will they comment on it. You don’t want him to know. It’s pathetic, the stupid plan worked. Worked so well to trick you into thinking it would actually work. This was a joke to him. You can’t even feel mad at him, he’s not obligated to like you just because his parents want him too. Normally a tease wouldn’t bother you, but that felt like him placing a boundary.
Reminding you not to project your feelings onto him. You put on the outfit your parents coordinated and grabbed your things, heading out of the room to meet them for breakfast. You make it halfway down the hall before you hear a door close, you turn your head to look. It’s him. You snap your head back, walking faster to catch the elevator on your own. When you make it down to the dining room, you feel a moment of relief. Your parents beaming brightly, the Bahngs looking cheerful. You smile as you come to sit at the table with them. “You didn’t walk with Chris?”, your mother asks. You force a smile and shake your head, “no mom, why would I?”, you ask with a ‘laugh’.
“It’s been three days, we left you alone to hang out with each other and you’re telling me nothing is happening?”, Mrs. Bahng teased, playfully. You just laughed inwardly. “Oh, there he is, Merry Christmas my son”, Mr. Bahng spoke. You felt like the air was thin. He had chosen to sit next to you. From the corner of your eye you catch his appearance better than mere moments ago, when you were trying to avoid him. He looks good, his cologne filling your senses. Things that were always there, that you notice more intensely now that you choose to admit it. It hurts.
But you aren’t too surprised, you had already heard about it before. He had plenty of ‘lovers’, but none he actually took seriously, and dumbly you thought the flirting was real. Muffled voices begin to come clear, breaking your thoughts. “Y/N, sweetie, did you hear me?”, you glance at your mom, raising your eyebrows in acknowledgement. She sighs, mouth forming a faux pout, “Baby, are you okay?”, she asks.
The attention of the table is suddenly on you, the heaviness of the gaze from next to you makes your heart speed up. “Yeah, I’m fine, just tired, stayed up watching Christmas movies last night,” you lie. You hear him laugh in a huff and you ignore it. What was funny? “Oh! I know you love those, I was saying we were going to go into town for a little, they have some events going on today, so dress warm when we finish eating”, your mom said sweetly.
But his laugh bothered you. “What’s with the laugh son? Were you both up ‘watching christmas movies’”, his dad says. Mrs. Bahng smacks her husband’s arm playfully and laughs, as if to say cut it out. Your parents join in with their laughter.
You get up from the table to go make yourself a plate, any other time you would find it a little funny and brush them off or tell them to chill, but not today. You fill your plate with what you filled it with the first time and move to grab syrup for your waffle. You didn’t notice he had gotten up too, too in your head to realize he moved when you moved. Your hands brush as you both reach for the syrup. The sensation makes your body heat. You snatch your hand away, moving to go back to the table with your plate. You ate your meal, no longer checked in to what was going on around you. You felt sick. You wanted to go away.
You sat your fork down, “I don't feel well, I’m going to try to get some more sleep”, you say. You dad looks at you sympathetic, “Ok, sweetheart, we’ll bring you something back”, he says. You get up from the table and discard your trash and half eaten meal. You walked quickly out of the dining room, opting for the stairs, in case he decided to follow you. You doubt it, but just in case.
When you make it back to your room, you can’t help the tears that fall. This trip was a humiliation ritual. You’re completely convinced. All it took was the absence of your parents to realize that maybe there was some chemistry between you.
But then the crushing reality is that it was in your head because the idea that you too would be perfect for each other was implanted in your head. He obviously had free will, he was dating people despite the shipping your parents were doing. And then you start ‘seeing’ ‘it’ and the ‘it’ isn’t even there. That laugh felt mocking, like he knew you were lying and found it pathetic. The moment you realize that your feelings were there all along, you learn they’re unrequited. You get into your bed, balling up and just let the tears fall until you drift off to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, that you were indeed followed and the man who did, could hear you.
Not knowing what to say, he retires to his room to get changed and then leaves to head out to town. Hours pass and you wake up feeling worse than before, your head has a slight ache and your heart feels the same. It’s all out there now, you can’t hide it from yourself anymore. You check your phone and see that your parents sent pictures of the lights and the things they planned to bring back. They weren’t coming back yet, you needed to get out of your room. You checked the event paper and noticed that there was facilities information. This place had a hot tub? You called the front desk and asked about the hot tub, they told you it was open 24/7 and was located outside of the hotel in their snow cabin. Perfect.
You went into your luggage and prayed you actually packed your bathing suit, just in case. Luckily you remembered to, so you slipped it on and put on your sweatpants and coat, to head outside. It was freezing out there, the snow was falling sideways and the wind was picking up. You shivered as you trudged to the cabin and let out a sigh of relief as you made it in. It was warm. You saw there were towels stocked in the corner and felt grateful as you forgot to bring one. You stripped from your clothes until you were only in your bathing suit.
Walking up the side steps and slowly lowering yourself into the jet bubbled water. You closed your eyes as you sat down. This was exactly what you needed. The water was the perfect temperature to help you forget about the way the trip has been going. You feel a little dramatic, it really isn’t that serious. You said you weren’t going to be forced together so thankfully this happened. Truthfully, you were embarrassed. You basically told him how you perceived the interaction and he shut you down. The feelings will fade.
You hear the door click open behind you. You turn to look and instantly feel a sense of dread. “I was looking for you”, he said. You turn back around. You really don’t have time to be included in his boredom. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”, he asked, voice closer. You still ignore it. “Seriously, what’s wrong?, you ran off at breakfast, you’ve been avoiding me, and I heard you crying earlier”, he says in a voice laced with frustration. “This is so low of you”, you say. He scoffs, confused, “Low? Asking if you’re okay is low?”, he asks. You turn to face him.
Your eyebrows scrunched and your eyes watery, “Yes, low. Look I get that our parents want us to be together but trying to pretend to actually care is low”, you say. He sucks his teeth, “What are you even talking about?”, he asks. “This whole trip, you’ve been playing around. The flirting, the touching and then when I bring it up, you tell me I’m taking it that way?!”, you exclaim. He stares at you, and you nod, his silence confirming your beliefs.
“But it’s my fault, I actually like you so I just thought maybe you might feel the same, but you were just playing around. All because it’s funny to you that our parents want it. You weren’t flirting with me, that’s just who you are, all those girlfriends you had and not one of them are still around.You toyed with me because you think I think it’s ridiculous too”, you say. Tears beginning to fall. You turn away again, not wanting him to see. “Can you leave?”, you ask him.
He doesn’t respond, but you hear shuffling behind you. Through the corner of your eye you see him coming up the sidesteps. He steps into the water, coming and sitting right next to you. “You like me?”, he asks. You sigh and roll your eyes. “Seriously, that’s what this is about? you like me and you think I’m playing with your feelings?”, he asks. There's an edge to his voice but his tone is soft. “Because I said it seems like you want it to be that?”, he asks. You look to the side he isn’t sitting on. His hand comes to rest at your thigh.
“Because none of my girlfriends last? That’s not fair”, he says. You look at him, “How’s it not fair–” “they never last because of you”, he says, cutting you off. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Because I’ve liked you, for a while, talk about you all the time”, he admits. Your heart races, the hand on your thigh feeling hotter than the water. “You’ve always dismissed me, so I tried to move on. When my mom said you were still single and we were invited on this trip, I canceled my plans just to be able to come”, he continued.
“When I noticed you were interested in me, I didn’t want that chance to slip. When you asked me about my advances, I didn’t want you to shut me down so I deflected, but it was 100% purposeful baby, I’m not playing”, he said. “Our parents are only that bad because of me, I’m not acting like this because of my parents”, he said. You search his eyes for sincerity and you truly can’t feel that he’s lying. “Are you serious?”, you ask. “Dead”, he replies. You sit there looking at each other for a moment in silence before he breaks it.
“Can I kiss you?”, he asks. You blink, feeling flustered, his hand squeezes your thigh reassuringly, you nod. He moves in and you close your eyes, anticipating his plush lips meeting yours. The kiss is soft, unsure, but you kiss back and give it confidence. It’s a slow kiss, mouths parting experimentally as if you both think this is a dream. The hand on your thigh, once grounding makes your mind swirl with thoughts. You deepen the kiss, soft mewl escaping your lips and he’s there to match you.
You both turn your bodies into each other, his free hand coming up to cradle your jaw. Wet smacks and sucks fill the air. Your heart is racing, stomach dipping when he lets out a groan into the kiss. His tongue makes its way through your parted lips, intertwining with yours and sucking, before the hand on your thigh moves to grip higher. A whimper slips through the madness, and he pulls back from the kiss, biting your lip slightly before fully pulling away. His pupils were blown and you both sat there panting.
His ears and chest tinted a pink, red. “Was that okay?”, he asks, near breathless. You nod, afraid of how pathetic you’d sound if you speak. “Can I kiss you again?”, he asks. You can’t help but to say, “Yes”. Your voice shocks you, strained with want. But a want of what? This time he moves his arm to wrap around your waist, lifting you slightly to bring you to sit on his lap. You gasp and his lips claim yours again. This time much rougher, deeper than the one that just ended. His arm around your waist keeps you pressed down against him.
Subconsciously grinding against him, soft groans and moans intermingling with the wet sound of your kisses. You felt yourself growing wet, despite the fact you were in water. The escalation had your mind swimming. His lips felt so good against yours and you never wanted to stop. “Fuck your lips are so soft”, he spoke between kisses. You moaned at the minor praise. He moved his arm back to his side, his hands coming up to grip at your waist and rub occasionally over the expanse of your butt.
Lifting you and dropping you slightly to aid in the grind. You felt hotter, feeling his length harden beneath you. It snapped you back to reality, breaking away from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you. He looked at you in concern, “you okay?”, he asked. You nodded, “It’s hot, let’s get out”, you say. It’s like your words make him aware of his body, he laughs. “Yeah it is”, he says. You get up from his lap, making your way out of the hot tub. Your legs feel like jelly from the weight of the water, but you feel it could also be from the ache between your thighs.
He’s right behind you as you descend the side steps and his arms wrap around your waist. You’re pulled flush against his toned torso and your body heats at the familiar hardness poking at you. He’s peppering kisses along your neck, and you sigh, leaning into it. “Wait-Chris?”, you say, suddenly pulling away and turning to face him. He tilts his head at you, signaling for you to say what you wanted to say.
“Are we escalating things here?”, you ask. “If you want to, we don’t have to”, he says. “We can go back to our room, I wasn’t expecting I-” “No! No, I want to, I just–, that huge window”, you say. He looks over at it as if it was never there. “It’s okay, I doubt anyone would walk by, nothing but mountains and trees”, he says. You look at him, unconvinced. He smiles, “we can also go back to the room and do it baby, I promise I’ll still want you if we leave here and go back”, he says. The idea of walking back to your room to do it started to seem less appealing as his reassurance only served to make the need between your legs grow.
“You’re right though, no one should walk by”, you say, making him raise an eyebrow. “Don’t think I can walk that far, need you now”, you say. He groans, closing the gap between you and connecting your lips once again. This time a hand roaming down your body. It starts at your breast first, kneading and groping. Your nipple hardens against the fabric of your top, soft moans dancing between your lips. The explorative hand moves down, gently caressing at your side, slipping slightly into the side of your bottoms.
The feeling of his hand near where you need him most, sent your heart fluttering.you open your legs slightly. “Please”, you mutter out, he deepens the kiss in response. Hand moving downwards toward the front of your bottoms resting on your mons pubis, tips of his fingers brushing over your clit. Your hips buck back and he smiles against your mouth. “So wet baby”, he says, feeling your slick stick to the tips without even really being on you. He moves his hand down a little, fully feeling where you’re excited.
He lets his middle and ring, circle your clit. You let out a breathy moan, against his lips. Your hips reacting to the stimulation, his other arm coming to wrap around your waist to keep you standing upright. He moved them against you faster, humping languidly against your leg as your kiss slowly turned into moaning against each other's mouths. You could hear the quiet slosh of your wetness with each move of his hand. “Oh, fuck, please please–” “shhhh, I know let go when you want to baby”, he says.
“Feel perfect, haven’t even felt inside, can I?”, he asks, you nodded quickly, “yes yes, fuck Chris”, you moan out. You feel the feeling building up from the rubs, from the kisses. He slips his fingers down into your pulsing entrance. The breach feels heavenly, your legs shake and you clench around his fingers. You’ve always looked at them and noticed things you weren’t proud to admit you thought about. Feeling them inside you now had you tumbling helplessly towards your orgasm.
He curled his fingers up, to hit that rough, bumpy patch that had your eyes crossing. Your thighs trembled, all the stimulation prior aiding in the intensity of the wave crashing over you. “Oh!”, you moan near breathless with a pitch. “That’s right, let go, feels so good, yeah?”, he says, fingers maintaining, keeping you in that state. A clear warmth leaves you and you feel like you could collapse. Your hand comes down to reach his wrist, squeezing, letting him know it’s enough.
He slows, eventually pulling his hand from your bottoms. He doesn’t hesitate to lift his fingers to his mouth, sucking off your release with a groan. “Taste so good, baby, fuck I need to eat it, can I? Please?”, he nearly begs. As hot as it was, you think you’ll die if he doesn’t fuck you. “Later, need you inside”, you say. The noise he lets out sounds animalistic, as he releases you from his hold and lets you get into a position of choice. Your legs feel wobbly, as you move to prop yourself over the side of the hot tub.
You spread your legs as you bend over slightly, looking back at him. His eyes rake over your body and he lets out a low whistle, “fuck, you’re perfect” he says. You smile dumbly at his praise. You watch as he fishes himself from his bottoms, cock hard, tip glistening with pre. He spreads it along his length with his hand as he gives himself a few pumps. He walks towards you, pulling your bottoms to the side. “Pussy’s pretty too”, he says. You felt him rub the head through your fold, both of you moaning at the sensation, before he pushed in. The stretch is intoxicating, as he fills you inch, by heavy inch. You feel so full.
He stills for a moment to breathe, “You feel good”, he groans from behind you. It makes you clench around the delicious intrusion, he sucks in a sharp breath. It earns you a shallow thrust, “like when I praise you huh?”, he asks. “Yes”, you tell him. He begins to move, it nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. His strokes are deep, reaching that spot deep within you better than his fingers did prior. “Fuck”, you moan out, feeling the pleasurable sensation of his throbbing length gliding within your walls.
“Taking me so well, knew you would”, he spoke, lips coming down, peppering kisses at the nape of your neck and shoulder. His hands came to grip at your hips for stability as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The repetitive sound of his pelvis smacking against your ass mixed well with the harmony of your moans. “Fuck, I’m so glad I got to tell you how I feel, need you forever”, he said, lifting his head from the kisses. Voice low below your ear. You wanted to respond, but the pleasure you were feeling from his strokes rendered you speechless.
“Shit, squeezin’ me so good, messy cunt gonna milk me”, he groaned, you clenched. “You’re dangerous baby, can’t do that”, he said, with a slight laugh. But, you really didn’t mean to, your body responding instinctively, you knew you were reaching your end soon. “Cum, i’m gonna cum!”, you whine out. “Then come on baby, cream on my dick, give it to me”, he said. Your hands opened and closed, searching for anything to hold and you felt electricity shoot through your body. Legs trembling and babbling out nonsense about how good you feel, how good he made you feel, that you love him. Wait–you love him?
His pace becomes sporadic, the squelch of your wetness and release growing louder, before he pulls out, cumming on your back with a soft groan. Your cunt twitches with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You both stay where you are breathing. He soon moves to grab a towel, wiping you both down and then helping you put on your clothes so you could leave. “You feel okay?”, he asks you in your silence. You nod in a shy smile, “so okay”, you say. He makes moves to kiss you again. It’s calmer now, tender. You both pull away with a grin. “I love you too”.
DAY FOUR
You wake up wrapped in each other’s arms, slow rhythmic breaths falling on each other. Soft smiles forming on your faces. It’s the last day of the trip, you’d go home today. “We should get up”, you say. He shifts closer, holding you tighter. “In a little, been waiting for this, give me a little longer”, he says. You relax more into his hold. The thoughts of last night coming to mind and filling your heart with joy.
You were together now, the plan worked. Your parents were right, though they acted in accordance with each of your already existing feelings. Speaking of parents, you had to have breakfast with them. “Ok, come on, we got to get up”, you say. He groans and reluctantly releases you. Rolling out of bed and stretching. You get out of bed too, walking to where he was and giving him a kiss. It’s a quick peck. One that feels more intimate now that the sun rose. It wasn’t a dream. It was real. He hugged you once more, before heading to his room. You had to get dressed and pack your bag back for check out.
When you are done, you look around the room one last time. You’re glad this trip happened. When you step out of your room, your heart blooms at the sight of Chris standing there waiting for you. He smiles, coming to take your bags. “I got it”, you say shyly. He just shakes his head, “wanted to hold your bags when we got here”, he said taking them with his own. You don’t argue with him on it, just walk with him down the hall in silence. This time, a comfortable silence as you ride the elevator down.
When you step into the dining room your parents can’t believe their eyes. But they smile and cry anyways. “Christmas miracle”, you mom says and Mrs. Bahng agrees. Breakfast goes smoothly and after, you all check out. Walking into the brisk cold as you get ready to ride the shuttle to the airport you have a moment to yourselves before you split off with your families again. He looks at you fondly, having placed your bags in the shuttle for you. “I’m glad we came”, he says. You nod, “I do too”, you say. “See you at home, neighbor”, he says. You laugh, “see you at home”.
blxksun2025, do not copy or translate my works. happy reading !
