Tights
Pairing: bf!Chan x gf!reader
Genre: smut, fluff, birthday sex
Wc:~2.5k
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't do that!), tights kink, birthday sex, multiple rounds
A/N: kinda wrote it for his birthday but i was so so late that i only post it now
It was a crisp October evening, the kind where the leaves crunched under your feet and the air had that bite that made you crave something warm. Today was Chan's birthday, his 28th, to be exact, and you'd been planning this for weeks. Chan wasn't the type to make a big fuss about his special day. He was your steady, reliable boyfriend of two years, the guy who worked a normal 9-to-5, came home to cook dinner with you, and binge-watched shows until you both passed out on the couch. But you knew he deserved something extra tonight.
You'd taken the day off work to set everything up. The apartment was spotless, candles flickering on the coffee table, and his favorite takeout from that Korean BBQ place was warming in the oven. But the real surprise? That was for later. You'd splurged on some new lingerie: a lacy black set with a sheer bodysuit that hugged your curves just right. And because the weather was turning chilly, you'd thrown on a pair of sheer black tights underneath, the kind with a subtle shimmer that caught the light. You weren't sure why you'd picked them; maybe it was the way they made your legs look endless, or how they added a teasing layer to the outfit. Either way, you felt sexy as hell slipping into it all while he was still at work.
Chan texted around 6 PM: "Heading home soon, babe. Can't wait to see you." You smiled at your phone, heart fluttering. You replied with a simple heart emoji, not wanting to give anything away.
When the door clicked open half an hour later, you were in the kitchen, pretending to fuss over plates. "Happy birthday, handsome!" you called out, turning to face him with a grin.
Chan dropped his bag by the door, his dark hair a bit messy from the wind, and those dimples flashed as he smiled back. He was in his usual work attire: button-up shirt tucked into slacks, looking effortlessly hot. "Hey, you" he said, crossing the room to pull you into a hug. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. "Smells amazing in here. You didn't have to do all this."
"I wanted to" you murmured, kissing his cheek. "Go change into something comfy. Dinner's almost ready."
He pecked your lips before heading to the bedroom. You heard him rummaging around, and your pulse quickened. The lingerie was hidden under your oversized sweater and jeans for now, no need to rush. You'd reveal it after dinner, maybe during dessert.
Dinner was perfect. You laughed over stories from his day, fed each other bites of bulgogi, and clinked glasses of soju. Chan kept stealing glances at you, his eyes soft and appreciative. "This is the best birthday" he said at one point, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. "Just being with you."
You felt a warm glow in your chest. "It's not over yet" you teased, winking.
After clearing the plates, you led him to the couch. "Sit" you ordered playfully. He obeyed, sprawling out with that easy grin. You dimmed the lights a bit more, the candles casting a romantic glow. "I have a present for you."
His eyebrows shot up. "Another one? You already got me that new watch."
"This one's... different." You bit your lip, suddenly a little nervous. What if he thought it was cheesy? But no, Chan had always been open about appreciating your body, your efforts to make things fun in the bedroom. You took a deep breath and started unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them down slowly.
Chan's eyes widened as he caught sight of the tights clinging to your thighs. "Oh" he breathed, sitting up straighter. You peeled off the sweater next, revealing the bodysuit. It was low-cut, the lace barely covering your breasts, and the sheer fabric left little to the imagination down below. But it was the tights that seemed to hold his gaze, they were full tights, smooth and silky all the way up.
You twirled a little, feeling empowered by the way his jaw went slack. "Like it?" you asked, voice husky.
"Like it? Babe, you look... incredible." His voice was rougher than usual, and he reached out, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, your hands on his shoulders as he ran his palms up your thighs, feeling the nylon under his fingers. He groaned softly. "These tights... God, they're so soft."
You laughed, leaning in to kiss him. It started sweet, but quickly turned heated. His hands explored, squeezing your ass through the fabric, then sliding up to trace the lace edges of the bodysuit. You could feel him hardening beneath you, and a thrill shot through you. But as you ground against him, his fingers kept returning to your legs, stroking the tights like he couldn't get enough.
"Channie" you whispered against his lips, "you really like these, huh?"
He pulled back slightly, cheeks flushing. "Yeah, I... I don't know. Something about the way they feel. And look on you." He hesitated, then added quieter, "It's kinda hot. Like, really hot."
That's when it clicked. You'd never noticed before, but thinking back, there were times when you'd worn stockings or tights out on dates, and he'd been extra touchy, his hands lingering on your legs under the table. Once, after a party where you'd worn fishnets, he'd practically dragged you home. Was this his kink? The realization made you smile wickedly. "Well, happy birthday to me for figuring that out" you teased.
He chuckled, but his eyes were dark with desire. "Shut up and kiss me."
You did, deeper this time, tongues tangling as you rocked your hips. His shirt came off first, revealing his toned chest, you loved running your nails over his skin, watching him shiver. Then his pants, until he was in just his boxers, erection straining against the fabric.
"Bedroom?" he suggested, voice breathy.
You nodded, but instead of standing, you slid off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. His breath hitched as you hooked your fingers into his waistband, pulling down. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking at the tip. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly, and looked up at him through your lashes.
"Fuck, babe" he muttered, head falling back.
But you wanted to tease him more, incorporate his newfound kink. You lifted one leg, pressing your stockinged foot against his thigh, rubbing gently. His eyes snapped open, locking on where the nylon met his skin. "You like that?" you asked innocently.
He nodded jerkily. "Yeah. Keep doing it."
You did, alternating strokes with your hand and caresses with your foot. He was mesmerized, hips bucking slightly. Precum beaded at the tip, and you leaned in, licking it off. Chan groaned loudly, his hand tangling in your hair.
You took him into your mouth then, sucking slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the head. His free hand gripped the couch, knuckles white. "So good" he panted. "Don't stop."
But after a few minutes, he tugged you up. "Not yet. I want to be inside you."
You stood, leading him to the bedroom. The sheets were fresh, and you pushed him down onto the bed, climbing on top. He watched hungrily as you positioned yourself, but then paused. "Wait, the tights. I don't want to rip them."
You raised an eyebrow. "You can if you want."
His eyes darkened further. "No. Leave them on. Please."
Oh, yeah. Definite kink. You smirked. "As you wish, birthday boy."
The bodysuit had a snap crotch, convenient. You undid it, exposing yourself, already wet from the foreplay and tore the tights a bit. Chan licked his lips, reaching down to guide himself to your entrance. But you stopped him, grabbing his wrists. "Let me."
You sank down slowly, inch by inch, both of you moaning at the sensation. He filled you perfectly, stretching you just right. Once fully seated, you started moving, rolling your hips in a rhythm that had him gripping your thighs hard.
The tights added something extra, the way his hands slid over the smooth fabric, occasionally digging in. "You feel amazing" he gasped, thrusting up to meet you.You leaned forward, bracing on his chest, picking up speed. The lace of the bodysuit rubbed against your nipples, heightening everything. Chan's eyes were glued to your body, especially where your legs wrapped around him, the tights shimmering in the low light.
"Fuck, these tights... I love how they look on you" he admitted, voice strained. "Makes me want to... I don't know, worship your legs or something."
You laughed breathlessly. "Yeah? Tell me more."
He blushed but obliged. "They're so sexy. Smooth, tight... like a second skin. And feeling them while I'm inside you? It's driving me crazy."
His words spurred you on, and you rode him harder, the bed creaking under you. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and you could feel your own climax building. "Chan, I'm close" you whimpered.
"Me too. Come for me, babe."
A few more thrusts, and you shattered, clenching around him as waves of pleasure hit. He followed seconds later, spilling inside you with a guttural moan, hands clutching your stockinged thighs like a lifeline.
You collapsed onto his chest, both panting. After a moment, he kissed your temple. "Best birthday gift ever."
You grinned, lifting your head. "And I think I just unlocked your secret kink."
He laughed, sheepish. "Guilty. I've always had a thing for lingerie and tights, but with you? It's on another level."
The night was far from over. After catching your breath, you both cleaned up a bit, well, sort of. You kept the outfit on, minus the unsnapped part, and Chan couldn't keep his hands off you. He pulled you back to bed, spooning you from behind, his fingers tracing patterns on your tights-covered legs.
"Tell me more about this kink" you murmured, curious. "When did it start?"
He hummed thoughtfully, lips brushing your shoulder. "I don't know. Probably back in college. Saw a girl in class wearing sheer tights, and it just... stuck with me. But I've never really explored it. Until now."
You turned in his arms, facing him. "Well, we can explore it more. Tonight's just the beginning."
His eyes lit up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." You kissed him softly, then deeper, feeling him stir against you already. Round two?This time, he took control. He flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. "Let me show you how much I appreciate this."
He started at your feet, kissing the arch through the nylon, then up your calves, thighs. His touch was reverent, like he was savoring every inch. "These legs" he murmured. "So perfect in these."
You shivered as his mouth reached the apex of your thighs, but he skipped over, teasing. Instead, he kissed your stomach through the lace, then up to your breasts. He peeled down the bodysuit cups, exposing you, and latched onto a nipple, sucking gently.
"Chan" you moaned, arching into him.
He smiled against your skin. "Patience."
But patience wasn't his strong suit either. Soon, his hand slipped between your legs, fingers circling your clit through the torn tights and open bodysuit. The fabric added friction, making it intense. "Feel good?" he asked.
"God, yes."
He kept going until you were writhing, then finally ripped a bigger hole in the tights, carefully, just enough to access you without ruining them completely. "Sorry" he said, not sounding sorry at all.
You laughed. "Worth it."
He positioned himself, sliding in slowly this time, both of you savoring the connection. Missionary, but intimate, his forehead against yours, breaths mingling. He moved in long, deep thrusts, hands roaming your body, always returning to stroke the tights.
"You're so wet for me" he whispered. "All dressed up like this."
"For you" you replied, wrapping your legs around his waist, the nylon sliding against his back.
That seemed to push him over the edge. His pace quickened, hips snapping. You met him thrust for thrust, nails digging into his shoulders. The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, mixed with the subtle rustle of fabric.
"Come with me" he urged, reaching down to rub your clit.
You did, crying out his name as orgasm hit again, tighter and sweeter than the first. Chan groaned, burying deep as he came, pulsing inside you.
Afterward, you lay tangled, sweaty and satisfied. He traced lazy circles on your thigh. "I could get used to this."
"Me too." You yawned, content. But curiosity lingered. "Is there more to this kink? Like, specific fantasies?"
He propped himself on an elbow, looking thoughtful. "Honestly? Yeah. Sometimes I imagine you in different styles, fishnets, patterned ones, colored. And... maybe keeping them on during everyday stuff, teasing me."
You raised an eyebrow. "Like, wearing them under my work clothes and sending you pics?"
His grin was wolfish. "Exactly."
"Noted for future birthdays. Or any day, really."
He pulled you closer. "You're the best."
The clock ticked past midnight, but sleep was the last thing on your minds. You talked more, about fantasies, boundaries, what turned each other on. It felt easy, natural. Chan had always been communicative, but this vulnerability was new, exciting.
Eventually, hunger struck again. "Midnight snack?" you suggested.
He nodded. "But only if you stay in that outfit."
"Deal."
You padded to the kitchen, tights still on (hole and all), bodysuit haphazardly snapped. Chan followed in boxers, eyes glued to your ass. You heated up leftovers, feeding each other bites, laughing when sauce dripped.
Back in bed, things heated up once more. This time, slower, more exploratory. He had you on all fours, entering from behind, hands gripping your hips over the tights. "Look at you" he growled. "So fucking sexy."
You pushed back, moaning. "Harder, Chan."
He obliged, pounding into you, the angle hitting just right. One hand slid around to play with your breasts through the lace, the other staying on your thigh, thumb rubbing the nylon.
It built fast, intense. You came first, collapsing forward, and he followed, pulling out to finish on your back, marking the lingerie.
"Shit, sorry" he panted, grabbing tissues.
You shook your head, smiling. "It's hot. We can wash it."
Cleaned up, you finally stripped off the outfit, both too exhausted for more. Naked under the covers, you cuddled, his head on your chest.
"Happy birthday" you whispered.
"Best one yet" he replied sleepily. "Love you."
"Love you too."
As you drifted off, you thought about tomorrow, maybe ordering more tights online. This kink discovery? It was going to make things even more fun.
