Cam Boy Signal ââ§Â°đČÖŒđąË°đ·àŒ PART 2
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Pairing:Â Bangchan x afab!readerÂ
Genre:Â smut smut smut no minors pls! (Includes outside sex, voyeurism vibes, fingering, cam streaming)đ
Summary: Thereâs one site you keep going back to. No matter how hard you try to stay away, you find yourself back on your bed, laptop glowing, hands between your legs.
Wc:Â 10k
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A/N: omg I finally finished this lmao, I had exams and this lowkey took sm longer than usual.. i hope you guys like this pt2 bc it was requested #missedyall #bangchan is dada đđ (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶) .á.á
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The moment the call ended, you threw your phone onto the bed like it had burned you, then immediately lunged for it again when Chan's last text buzzed through, a single winking emoji followed by
'Don't overthink it.'
You groaned, pressing your hands into your eyes. Sixty minutes. Sixty minutes to decide if you were actually doing this, or if you were going to ghost the guy whose rent you'd basically been paying for the last three months.
Your reflection in the bathroom mirror looked embarrassing. Cheeks flushed, hair a mess. You turned the shower on too hot, letting the steam fog the glass. The water stung where it hit your oversensitive skin, but you barely noticed, too busy replaying everything.
The blow dryer roared in your ears, drowning out the frantic pulse of your heartbeat as you sectioned your hair with trembling fingers. Every sweep of the brush felt so deliberate, like you were preparing for a battle instead of a date with a guy whose dick you'd seen more times than your own reflection this month.
When you finally stepped back from the mirror, the woman staring back at you looked like you again. Smoky liner, glossy lips, hair falling in soft waves that screamed â I definitely didnât do this for you.â
The outfit had seemed perfect when you pulled it from the closet, dark jean shorts that hugged just right, a silky top that dipped low enough to tease, at least, thatâs what youâd told yourself before the third wardrobe change. Now, standing in front of the mirror with one shoe already tied, you hesitated. Your phone buzzed on the dresser, breaking your thoughts.
The notification lit up your screen. Chanâs name followed by a single sentence that shouldnât have made your stomach flip.
Chan: Boba in the park near Namsan Tower?
You stared at it for three full breaths before typing back,
Y/N: Youâre joking.
The response came instantly.
Chan: Nope. Meet me at the fountain in 30 pretty girl.
The smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it.
The Uber smelled like old takeout and cheap pine air freshener, the kind that did nothing but announce how hard it was trying. You slid into the backseat, suddenly hyperaware of everything.
The city sped by in streaks of neon and shadow. You pressed your forehead against the cool glass, watching strangers flicker past, a woman adjusting her scarf, a man laughing into his phone, a group of teenagers sharing a single cigarette under a flickering streetlamp. Normal people doing normal things, unaware that you were hurtling toward something that felt anything but normal.
The driver took a sharp turn, and your knee bumped against the door. You exhaled sharply, fingers tightening around your phone. Chanâs last message glowed on the screen, taunting you. You could still cancel. You could tell him youâd gotten sick, or that your dog hadâyou didnât have a dog. The lie fizzled before it even formed.
The Uber rolled to a stop at the park entrance, tires crunching over loose gravel. You fumbled with your phone, fingertips slipping before managing to tap the payment confirmation. The driver smiled and drove off.
The bag strap dug into your shoulder as you adjusted it for the third time in as many minutes, fingers catching on the buckle like it had a personal vendetta against you. Above, the sky stretched dark and endless between the branches of ginkgo trees, their fan-shaped leaves whispering secrets you couldnât quite hear.
The park was nearly empty, just a few stray people lingering under the dim glow of the lampposts. Most of the crowd had migrated toward the food stalls lining the perimeter, drawn by the sizzle of meat. You slowed your steps, suddenly self-conscious of the way your shoes echoed against the cobblestones. The fountain loomed ahead, its water shimmering under the colored lights.
The first thing you noticed wasnât the way Chan leaned against the fountainâs edge, though that was distracting enough, but how the neon lights from the street stalls caught the silver jewelry, making him more visible in the darkness. Heâd swapped the tank top from his stream for a black button-down rolled at the sleeves, the top two buttons undone just enough to show the edge of his collarbone. Dark jeans hugged his thighs, ripped at the knees in a way that screamed I didnât try. He was annoyingly so put together.
Chan's thumb froze mid-scroll when the steps of your shoes echoed across the empty plaza. His head snapped up so fast the silver hoop in his ear swayed and then his whole body stilled. You watched, pinned under his gaze, as his pupils dilated in real time, darkening until they swallowed the warm brown of his irises. His lips parted slightly, breath catching just audibly enough for you to hear it over the fountain's murmur.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he breathed, voice rougher than it had been through the phone. His fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for you but thought better of it. The neon signs from the food stalls painted shifting colors across his throat as he swallowed hard. "Youâ" He cut himself off with a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. "You look like you walked out of my fucking dreams."
You couldnât help but giggle, the sound bubbling up despite the way your pulse hammered against your ribs. "Nice to meet you, Chan," you said, tilting your chin up just enough to watch his reaction, the way his smirk flickered into something softer, almost surprised, before he caught himself and leaned back against the fountainâs edge with deliberate casualness.
"Nice to meet you too, y/n..." Chan's smirk returned full force as he pushed off the fountain's edge. "Or should I say... BigDaddyBitch69?"
"That was cringe," you said, laughing as you kicked a stray pebble with the toe of your shoe.
"It was your username," he shot back, stepping closer until the scent of his cologne tangled with the sweet syrup smell of boba drifting from the vendor stalls. "You picked it." His fingers brushed against yours as he reached for the bag strap digging into your shoulder, nudging it back into place with a casualness that betrayed the way his pulse jumped under his thumb when you didn't pull away.
"You look..." Chan's voice trailed off, fingers still lingering near your shoulder strap. His gaze flickered from your lips to the way the park lights caught in your hair like scattered stars. "Really fucking pretty," he finished quietly, as if the words had surprised him too.
You felt the flush crawl up your neck, hotter than when he'd teased you through the screen earlier. "That's your opener?" you snorted, nudging his hand away with your elbow. "After everything?"
Chan smirked again, fingers flexing slightly where they hovered between you. "At least the screen isn't separating us anymore," he murmured, the words curling warm against your ear, closer now than they'd ever been through phone speakers. You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress the shiver that skittered down your spine when his pinky brushed yours, deliberate and testing.
His palm was warmer than you expected when you finally slid your fingers against his, calluses catching on your skin in a way the digital version of him never could. Chan's breath hitched, his grip tightening just enough to make your pulse stutter.
Chan's fingers tightened around yours as he tugged you gently off the cobblestone path, his boots crunching softly on the grass. The distant hum of the food stalls faded behind you, replaced by the whisper of leaves overhead and the occasional chirp of crickets hiding in the shadows. The tree he led you under was old, its gnarled roots pushing up through the earth like fingers. The canopy was thick enough to blot out most of the artificial light, leaving only the occasional flicker from a distant lamppost and the glimpses of stars between the branches.
"Here," he murmured, voice lowered like the darkness demanded it. His thumb traced idle circles against your palm.
The grass was cool beneath your thighs as you sank down under the gnarled old tree, the bark rough against your shoulder blades when you leaned back. Chanâs knee brushed yours as he settled beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him even through the crisp fabric of his shirt.
You tipped your head back against the tree trunk, letting the stars blur above you. Somewhere between the humidity and the distant city lights, the constellations shined brighter, closer tonight than they'd ever been through your apartment window. Chan shifted beside you, his shoulder pressing warm against yours as he stretched his legs out in the grass.
"Beautiful view tonight," you mumbled, staring up at the light between the ginkgo leaves. Chan made a soft noise of agreement, but when you glanced sideways, his gaze wasn't fixed on the sky at all. His eyes traced the curve of your throat instead, lingering where your pulse fluttered.
You snorted, shoving at his shoulder, but his grip tightened, pulling you flush against his side. The warmth of him seeped through your thin shirt. "You're ridiculous," you muttered, but you couldn't hide your smile.
Chan was prettier up close than any screen could capture, not just the sharpness of his jaw or the way his lashes caught the scattered park lights, but the tiny imperfections that cameras smoothed over. The faint scar bisecting his left eyebrow, the way his lower lip caught slightly when he smirked, the barely-there freckles along his nose bridge that only showed up under dim lights.
The realization hit you like a delayed reaction, the way your pulse jumped when Chan tilted his head to catch the light, the reflexive clench of your thighs when his fingers flexed against yours. It wasn't just deep attraction, it was conditioning. Pavlov would've had a field day with you. Weeks of watching that same smirk through a screen, hearing that voice coil low in your ears right before you came, your brain had rewired itself without permission. His face wasn't just handsome now, it was a complete trigger.
Chan smirked like he knew, because of course he fucking knew, as you clenched your thighs together reflexively. The bastard didnât even try to hide his grin when your breath hitched, his thumb stroking slow circles against your pulse point like he was counting each erratic beat. "Actually wanted to ask you something, y/n," he murmured, leaning in until his breath ghosted over your cheekbone. The scent of his cologne, something expensive and woodsy wrapped around you.
You swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of the way his knee pressed against yours, the heat of him seeping through you.
"Ask me what?" you managed, proud of how steady your voice sounded despite the way your heart hammered against your ribs. Chan's grin widened, slow and knowing, as he tilted his head.
Chan's fingers tightened around yours as he reached into his bag with his free hand, pulling out a sleek black camera with shaking fingers. The park lights glinted off the lens as he bit his lip, suddenly avoiding your gaze. "I was wondering," he started, voice rougher than usual, "if we could stream together tonight." His thumb brushed over the record button.
You stared at the camera, pulse stuttering in your throat. This wasn't pixels on a screen anymore. "Here?" you whispered, still in disbelief.
"Your face won't be in it," Chan said quickly, his fingers tightening around the camera as he angled it away from your face with deliberate care. The red light blinked mockingly at you from the side. "But don't feel pressuredâ"
You cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him forward, your lips crashing against his before he could finish the sentence. The camera tumbled from his grip, landing with a soft thud in the grass as his hands flew to your waist, fingers digging into the silk of your shirt like he was afraid you'd vanish. His mouth was warmer than you'd imagined, his surprised gasp tasting faintly of the spearmint gum.
Chan moaned low in his throat when you pulled away, a sound you'd heard a thousand times through headphones but never felt vibrate against your lips until now. His fingers twitched against your waist like he wanted to drag you back, but instead he exhaled sharply through his nose and reached for the fallen camera. "Fuck," he muttered quietly.
The tripod unfolded with practiced clicks, its spindly legs sinking slightly into the soft ground beneath the tree. You watched, transfixed, as Chan's fingers moved across his phone screen. His tongue poked out between his teeth in concentration, the silver hoop in his ear swaying as he tilted his head to check the camera angle.
Chan's thumb hovered over the 'Go Live' button, the neon glow from his phone screen casting light across his face. He turned to you suddenly, closer than you expected and exhaled sharply through his nose. "You sure?" His voice was lower than usual, rougher at the edges like he'd been swallowing smoke. "Last chance to back out."
You glanced around at the empty park, the distant hum of food stalls barely audible through the thick canopy of leaves. The darkness felt heavier here, pressing in from all sides like velvet curtains drawn tight around you both. Your pulse hammered against your ribs as you nodded, biting down on your lower lip to stifle the nervous laugh bubbling up your throat.
Chan's fingers brushed against your cheekbone, featherlight, before his thumb pressed gently against your lower lip still swollen from kissing him.
"Relax," he murmured, his breath warm against your temple as he nudged your face away from the camera's line of sight. His other hand adjusted the tripod with practiced ease, tilting it downward until all it could capture was the way your fingers twisted in the grass beside his thigh. "Just follow my lead."
You exhaled sharply through your nose, the scent of greenery and Chan's stupidly expensive cologne filling your lungs. His knee pressed harder against yours beneath the camera's blind spot, a silent reassurance that made your pulse stutter in a way that had nothing to do with nerves. He turned on his dim ring light and pressed the button.
The camera's red recording light blinked to life like a predator's eye in the dark. Chan exhaled sharply through his nose and suddenly his fingers were under your chin, tilting your face away from the lens with deliberate care. His thumb brushed your lower lip once, twice, before his hand slid down to grip your hip.
"Hello, darlings," Chan purred, flashing that practiced smirk at the camera lens as notifications flooded the screen of his phone. The chat exploded instantly, hearts, fire emojis, a cascade of donations with increasingly unhinged usernames scrolling too fast to read. His thumb stroked idle circles against your hipbone beneath the frame, a silent counterpoint to the filthy promises dripping from his lips for the audience. "Miss me?"
You bit down on a laugh as the chat went feral.
Bagelkiwi: WHO'S THE GIRL??
Ricepenis: THIS LOOKS HOT
Hornee4Chan: Chan you look way too good.
scrolling past in rapid succession.
Chan's fingers curled possessively around your thigh beneath the camera's blind spot, his thumb tracing slow circles against the sensitive skin just below the hem of your shorts. His smirk widened as he felt you stiffen, his grip tightening just enough to make your breath hitch audibly.
"Tonight's a special stream.." Chan murmured, leaning closer to the camera until his lips filled the frame.
"Got a very... special guest tonight."
The words curled through the humid summer night air thick with intent.
"And I'm going to fuck the shit out of her as you guys watch," he smiled innocently, the words pitched just loud enough for the mic to catch while his lips started to brush the shell of your ear.
The chat exploded.
Chan's fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts before you could catch your breath, peeling them down with agonizing slowness that had nothing to do with the fabric clinging to your damp thighs. The summer air kissed newly exposed skin as he worked the denim over your hips. You arched off the grass instinctively when his thumb found the lace edge of your panties, already soaked through and his chuckle vibrated through your ribs where his chest pressed against yours.
"Stay still," he murmured against your collarbone, nipping at the skin there just hard enough to make you gasp. The camera caught none of it, angled perfectly to frame the slow reveal of your thighs while keeping your face mercifully out of shot. His teeth grazed your pulse point as your shorts finally cleared your knees, the denim catching momentarily on your ankle bracelet before he tossed them somewhere into the dark. The chat scrolled wildly on his abandoned phone, but neither of you glanced at it, too focused on the way Chan's palm touched your bare thighs, his fingers flexing against your skin like he was memorizing the shape of you.
Chanâs palm pressed hard against your soaked panties before you could bite back the moan bubbling up your throat, but his mouth covered yours before the sound could escape, swallowing your gasp whole. His lips were hotter than you remembered from minutes ago, his tongue sweeping past your teeth with a familiarity that shouldnât have existed yet. You arched into his touch instinctively, your hips lifting off the grass as his fingers curled against the damp lace, the rough pad of his thumb finding your clit through the fabric with terrifying precision.
The chat scrolled wildly on Chanâs phone screen beside you, a frenzy of emojis and usernames youâd recognize from his donation alerts. His free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your face away from the lens as he broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, "shh," against your swollen lips. His thumb circled your clit faster, the lace dragging teasingly against oversensitive flesh, and you sobbed into his mouth as your thighs trembled around his wrist.
Chan grinned and leaned into the camera's frame,
"You guys like this view?" He winked a deliberate flutter of of lashes that sent the chat into screams, before angling the tripod downward with one hand. The lens caught the way your thighs trembled beneath his palm, the damp lace of your panties glistening under the park lights. "Pretty, right?" he whispered.
His free hand slid higher up your thigh, fingertips tracing the crease where your hip met your stomach with teasing lightness. The camera jostled slightly as he adjusted the tripod again, the red recording light blinking mockingly at you from the side. Chan's thumb hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging just enough to make you gasp, but he didn't pull them down. Not yet. Instead, he dragged the lace aside with agonizing slowness, exposing you to the humid night air while the camera captured every twitch of you beneath his touch.
The heat that crawled up your neck had nothing to do with the summer humidity. You were painfully aware of every inch of exposed skinâthe way the damp grass tickled the backs of your thighs, how Chan's fingertips burned brands into your hip, the night air brushing against parts of you that had no business being outside.
Yet your pulse throbbed between your legs in time with the chat notifications pinging on Chan's phone, each vibration sending waves of humiliation and arousal crashing through you.
"Look at you," Chan murmured, tilting the camera downward just enough to capture the way your inner thighs glistened under the park lights. His thumb circled your clit through the bunched lace, the rough pad catching on your oversensitive flesh in a way that made your toes curl in the grass. "So fucking pretty like this." The praise shouldn't have made your stomach flip, not when it was clearly for the audience but your hips jerked upward anyway, seeking more of his touch.
Chan's fingers curled around the hem of your silk top with practiced ease, tugging it upward until the night air licked at your bare stomach. You stiffened instinctively, but his palm pressed flat against your ribs, pinning you to the grass as his other hand adjusted the tripod to capture the slow reveal. The fabric pooled beneath your shoulder blades, exposing the delicate lace of your braletteâthe same sheer black one you'd worn during last week's stream, the one that made his eyes darken when the donations hit $5000.
"Fuck," Chan breathed, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple through the lace. The camera caught the way your chest rose sharply with each breath, the way the park lights caught the damp patches where your arousal had seeped through. His fingers flexed against your ribs as he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "You wore this for me?"
Chan's fingers traced lazy circles along your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted them, yet maddeningly distant, while his lips hovered just above the shell of your ear. "Relax," he murmured, the word curling warm against your skin as his thumb brushed the lace edge of your bralette. The camera caught none of this intimacy, angled perfectly to frame only your bare thighs and the way his fingers dipped teasingly between them without ever quite touching yet where you ached.
His first finger slid into you with terrifying ease, the stretch barely registering through the slick heat already coating his knuckles. You gasped, a sharp, punched-out sound and Chan's free hand clamped over your mouth before the noise could escape. His palm tasted like summer grass as he pressed down harder, muffling your whimpers while his finger curled inside you with deliberate precision.
You already felt like cumming, the pressure coiling low in your stomach tightening with every slow curl of Chan's fingers. Above you, he bit his lower lip, grinning down at your trembling thighs with a confidence that shouldn't have been possible when his own breath came in ragged bursts. The silver hoop in his ear swayed as he tilted his head, watching your hips jerk helplessly against his palm like he was memorizing every twitch for later.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rougher than it had been for the camera, lower, intimate, just for you. His thumb brushed your clit in a slow circle that made your vision whiten at the edges. "Gonna cum already? After all that teasing?"
The whine tore from your throat before you could stop it, high, desperate, embarrassingly loud in the quiet park air. Chan's smirk curled against your temple as he angled the camera downward more, capturing the obscene squelch of his fingers moving inside you. The mic picked up every filthy sound, the slick slide of his knuckles, the shuddering gasp you couldn't swallow, the way your thighs trembled when his thumb pressed harder against your clit. You scratched at his back holding tightly as he moaned back quietly.
"Jesus," Chan breathed, his free hand tightening in your hair as he adjusted the tripod with his other wrist. The camera lens glinted, focusing sharply on where his fingers disappeared between your legs, the ring light catching every strand of slick stretched between his skin and yours. "Listen to that." His voice dropped lower, rougher, pitched just for the mic as his thumb circled faster. "Hear how wet she is for me?"
"How wet are you guys at home?"
The orgasm hit like a train, sudden, violent, tearing through you with enough force to arch your spine clear off the grass. Chan's fingers curled deeper inside you right as your thighs clamped around his wrist, and the choked noise you made against his palm barely resembled human speech. The first spasm ripped through your abdomen so hard your vision whited out, the park lights blurring into streaks of neon above Chan's shoulder.
Then you squirted, hard, a hot rush soaking Chan's fingers and the grass beneath you with embarrassing force.
The first splash hit the tripod leg with an audible ping, sharp enough that Chan jerked back in surprise, his fingers still buried inside you moving as another hot gush soaked his wrist and the grass beneath again. The camera wobbled precariously before tipping sideways, the lens smeared with droplets as it landed in the damp grass with a muted thud. Chan stared at the mess for a stunned heartbeat before barking out a laugh, rough and startled and so fucking delighted it made your thighs clench around his hand again.
"Holy shit," he wheezed, his free hand swiping through the puddle on the tripod like he couldn't believe it was real. The lights caught the slick shine on his fingers when he held them up, turning the droplets into liquid gold as they dripped onto his jeans.
Chanâs fingers hovered for a heartbeat, glistening under the park lights, dripping onto his ruined jeans, before he slowly brought them to his lips. The camera, still wet on it's lens , caught the deliberate flick of his tongue against his knuckles, the way his eyes fluttered shut for half a second as he tasted you. When he reopened them, his pupils were blown wide, the warm brown of his irises nearly swallowed by black.
"Fuck," he rasped, throat working around the word. His thumb brushed his lower lip, smearing what was left, and the camera's red recording light blinked steadily, still live, still capturing every second.
The chat exploded. Donation alerts pinged rapid-fire on his phone screen, usernames and dollar amounts scrolling too fast to read. Chan barely glanced at them. His gaze stayed locked on you, on the way your chest heaved against your bralette, the tremble in your thighs where theyâd fallen open, as he leaned closer, angling the camera upward with one hand. "You see that?" he murmured, voice rough as gravel. His thumb pressed against your parted lips, still wet from his mouth.
Chan's thumb smeared wetness across your lower lipâhis own saliva mixed with yoursâbefore he pressed down hard enough to make your jaw slacken. The camera, still angled upward from the grass, caught the obscene shine of it under the park lights. "Look at them," he murmured, nodding toward his phone screen where the chat scrolled wildly. "They fucking adore you."
You turned your head just enough to see the donations and messages on his phone.
Your cheeks burned, but something hotter coiled low in your stomach.
Chanâs thumb hovered over the mute button for half a second, just long enough for you to see the faint tremor in his fingers, before he tapped it with decisive force. The chat froze mid-scroll, the sudden silence between you both almost louder than the rustling leaves overhead. His palm cradled your jaw, tilting your face toward him with uncharacteristic gentleness. "Hey," he murmured, voice stripped of its usual teasing lilt, "your face got flashed for like two seconds when the camera fell. You okay with that?"
You blinked up at him, still dazed from the aftershocks rolling through your thighs. A laugh bubbled up your throat, as you reached up to swipe your thumb over the smudge of your lipstick at the corner of his mouth. "After that?" you snorted, gesturing vaguely toward the damp grass and the still-recording camera. "Pretty sure my dignityâs in tatters anyway."
Chan's laughter curled through the humid air just a little bit disbelieving. His fingers traced idle patterns against your inner thigh, he shook his head slowly. "You look so fucking beautiful like this," he murmured, his thumb brushing the smear of wetness still glistening on your lower lip. The park lights his face as he tilted his head, studying your flushed face with something dangerously close to wonder. "Ruined and perfect."
You swatted at his wrist halfheartedly, your muscles still twitching with aftershocks. "Shut up," you muttered, but the words lacked bite, especially when Chan's fingers flexed against your thigh.
The camera clicked back to life with an audible hum, its lens refocusing with precision. Chan's fingers, still glistening under the park lights, adjusted the tripod with deliberate care, angling it upward until both of you filled the frame.
The camera's red light blinked mockingly as you lifted a shaking hand in a hesitant wave, your fingers still damp with sweat where they curled in the humid air. The chat exploded
Kevin(justkevin): HOLYFUCKINGSHIT
Sexylemonade: WHO IS THIS?!!
scrolling past in a frenzy, but your focus stayed locked on Chan's grin, the way his teeth caught when he bit down on his lower lip.
"Say hi properly," Chan murmured, his palm pressing flat against your stomach to push you more fully into frame.
Your fingers twitched against the damp grass as Chan angled the camera higher, the lens capturing the way your thighs trembled where they splayed open. "Hi," you breathed, the word cracking halfway through as Chan's thumb brushed your inner thigh, not quite touching where you throbbed, just close enough to make your hips jerk.
The chat erupted in a frenzy of pink hearts and dollar signs, donations flooding in so fast the screen blurred
Spicydaddy?: $800 TO SEE HER FACE AGAIN
Bisexualtrevor: idk who iâd rather be more đđ
Meltingonmytongue: FUCK SHE'S PRETTIER THAN I IMAGINED
A particularly large donation banner exploded across the screen
Bigdickbighouse: $2000 TO HEAR HER MOAN CHAN'S NAME
and Chan's grin turned wolfish. His free hand slid from your thigh to the lace of your bralette, fingers skimming the sheer fabric just hard enough to make you arch off the grass. "You hear that, princess?" he purred, pitching his voice just loud enough for the mic.
Chan's grin widened as he leaned back slightly, the camera catching the deliberate shift of his hips, the way his erection strained visibly against the thin fabric of his jeans, the outline unmistakable even in the dim park light. His fingers ghosted over the bulge with practiced nonchalance, pausing just long enough for the lens to focus before pressing down hard enough to draw a sharp breath through his nose. The chat erupted into a frenzy of dollar signs and donations pinging rapid-fire.
"See what you do to me?" he murmured, tilting the camera lower to capture the way his knuckles whitened where he gripped himself through the denim. His thumb brushed the fly of his jeansâslow, teasingâbefore popping the button with a flick that made your stomach flip. The metallic echoed louder than it should have in the humid air, and you swore you could hear someone in the chat scream through their keyboard.
Chanâs tongue darted out to wet his lower lip, his gaze locked on the cameraâs screen where your thighs trembled in the frame. The red recording light reflected in his pupils as he adjusted the tripod with one hand, the other still splayed possessively across your stomach. "Letâs continue," he murmured, voice roughened at the edges, and the camera caught the way his fingers flexed against your skin when you shivered.
The lens refocused sharpening on the sweat-slick hollow of your throat. He angled the shot perfectly, framing the two of you, his jeans unbuttoned just enough to reveal the sharp line of his abdomen, your legs splayed open, grass stains blooming across your soft thighs.
Chan's fingers cradled your jaw with unexpected tenderness, his calloused thumb brushing your cheekbone as he tilted your face toward his. The camera caught everything. His lips were softer than you expected when they met yours again, moving with a sweetness that contradicted the filthy promises still dripping from his mouth seconds ago. You could taste the sharp tang of desperation, and the taste of your own arousal still smeared across his lower lip.
The kiss deepened slowly, Chan's tongue tracing the seam of your lips with deliberate patience until you gasped against him. His free hand slid from your thigh to tangle in your hair, angling your head.
Chan moaned into your mouth, loud, unguarded, a sound so sexual it vibrated through your ribs where his chest pressed against yours. The camera caught all of the intimacy, angled perfectly to frame the obscene slide of his tongue between your lips and the way his fingers twisted in your hair.
You arched against him instinctively, your hips lifting off the grass only for Chan's knee to press down between your thighs, a silent warning that made you whimper against his tongue. His fingers tightened in your hair, tilting your head back further as he deepened the kiss with bruising intensity. The camera caught the way your throat worked when he swallowed your gasp, the mic picking up every slick sound of lips and teeth and desperation.
Chan's thumb grazed your nipple and the moan tore from your throat before you could stop it. "Ch-Chan," you gasped, his name fracturing into syllables as his fingers pinched the stiffened peak through the fabric. The camera caught every tremor of your lips, every flutter of your lashes as his touch wrenched another helpless sound from you.
"Louder," he murmured against your temple, his teeth grazing the delicate skin there just hard enough to make you jerk. "Let them hear who's making you feel this good."
The slap came unexpectedly, soft but stinging, just enough to make your breath hitch against his palm before dissolving into a moan that cracked halfway through. "Chanâ" His name spilled from your lips like a prayer, louder than you intended, as his fingers flexed against your cheekbone. The camera caught the way your lashes fluttered, caught the exact moment your thighs clenched around nothing, a fresh rush of wetness soaking the grass beneath you as if your body couldn't decide whether to arch into the sting or away from it. You pulled his hair gently as he groaned harder.
Chan's thumb swiped over the heat on your cheek, his grin all sharp edges under the park lights. "That's it," he murmured, voice pitched low.
Chan's fingers curled into your hair with sudden purpose, not rough, but firm enough to make your scalp tingle, as he dragged your lips from his with an obscene pop. The camera caught the string of saliva that stretched between you for half a second before snapping, his breath hot against your swollen mouth as he murmured, "Ass up, princess." Not a request.
Your spine arched immediately when Chan's hips rolled forward, the heat of him searing through your skin where his erection pressed against your ass.
Chan groaned, a rough, punched-out sound before pulling out his throbbing cock with deliberate slowness. The camera caught everything, the way his fingers trembled slightly as they worked his zipper down, the obscene glisten of precome beading at his tip, the way his abs flexed when he finally freed himself with a relieved exhale. His grip looked almost painful where he squeezed the base, veins standing stark against flushed skin as he angled his hips toward the lens.
The chat exploded. Donation alerts pinged rapid-fire on his abandoned phone, but Chan barely glanced at them. His gaze stayed locked on you, on the way your breath hitched when he dragged the blunt head of his cock through your soaked folds without entering you. The mic picked up every filthy sound.
Chan's cock was obscenely large, thick enough that your fingers wouldn't meet if you tried to circle them around the base. You'd seen it countless times through pixelated streams, but nothing prepared you for the visceral reality of its weight against your inner thigh, the way the veins pulsed visibly when he stroked himself slowly for the camera.
"Like what you see?" Chan murmured, angling his hips so the lens caught the way your breath hitched when the blunt head nudged against your entrance without pressing in. His thumb swiped through the wetness smeared across your thighs, gathering it on his fingertips before dragging the slickness up his length with agonizing slowness. The mic picked up every filthy sound, the sticky drag of skin on skin, your shaky exhale, the way his breath roughened when your hips jerked involuntarily toward his hand.
The slap landed on your ass, not hard enough to sting, but enough to make your breath hitch again. Your spine arched instinctively, pushing your ass higher against Chan's hips just as his teeth caught the hem of his shirt. The camera caught the slow reveal of his toned abs, each ridge of muscle flexing as he tugged the fabric upward with his teeth, the silver hoop in his ear glinting under the park lights when he tilted his head for the lens.
"Fuck," Chan groaned around the cotton, the vibration humming against your lower back where his free hand splayed possessively. The shirt finally cleared his head with a rough jerk, exposing the sweat-slick dip of his collarbones and the taut lines of his stomach you'd traced so many times through pixelated streams. His cock twitched against your thigh where he'd freed it earlier, the flushed head leaving a sticky trail on your skin.
"Ready?" Chan's breath brushed against the nape of your neck, the words muffled by the way his teeth grazed your shoulder blade. The blunt head of his cock pressed against your entrance with tantalizing pressure, not enough to breach, just enough to make your thighs shake where they bracketed his hips. You nodded frantically, but he didn't move. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you suspended in that agonizing limbo between anticipation and fulfillment.
"Yes," you gasped when he still didn't thrust, the syllable fracturing into a whine as you arched back against him. The camera caught the way your spine bowed, the lens focusing sharply on the your entrance pulsating. "PleaseâChanâ"
He went in slow, so slow you could feel every inch of him stretching you open, the burn of it radiating up your spine in delicious waves. Your teeth sank into your palm to stifle the moan, but it escaped anyway, muffled and broken against your skin. Above you, Chan groaned loudly. The camera caught none of his expression, only the obscene glide of his hips as he bottomed out, his thighs flush against the backs of yours, his entire length swallowed inside you.
"Fuck fuck fuck" he gasped against your shoulder blade, his breath warm. His fingers flexed on your hips, blunt nails digging into flesh as he paused, letting you feel the full, impossible stretch of him. Chanâs breath hitched when you clenched around him involuntarily.
The stretch burned in the best possible way, that delicious ache of being filled beyond what you thought you could take, your body yielding to him inch by relentless inch. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, blurring everything overhead. The sensation was overwhelming, electric, every nerve ending awake with the realization that this was real, that Chan was really here, inside you.
His hips pulled back slow and deliberate, the drag of him drew a choked noise from your throat before he snapped forward again, harder this time. The slap of skin against skin echoed obscenely in the humid air, louder than the rustling leaves overhead, louder than the distant hum of the city beyond the park. Chan moaned low and guttural, his fingers tightening on your hips hard enough to leave marks as he set a punishing rhythm. The camera caught everything now, his expression, the obscene way your thighs trembled with every thrust, the view of him entering in and out.
"Shitâ" Chan's voice cracked mid-thrust, his hips stuttering against yours as his fingers dug bruises into your waist. "I'm already close." The admission came out ragged, almost disbelieving, his breath hot against your shoulder where his teeth had been seconds earlier. His rhythm faltered, one deep, grinding stroke that pressed him impossibly deeper before he stilled completely, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades as he fought for control.
You clenched around him instinctively, just to hear the way his breath punched out in response, a sharp, startled sound that dissolved into a groan when you did it again. "Fuck, don'tâ" His hips jerked forward involuntarily, his cock twitching inside you as his control unraveled. The mic picked up every filthy detail, the wet slap of skin when he bottomed out, the hitch in your breathing when his thumb found your clit, the way his voice broke on your name when you arched back against him.
Chanâs fingers curled around the tripod leg, lifting the camera with one fluid motion as he angled it downward. The lens captured the obscene stretch of your pussy around him, the way your thighs trembled with each thrust, the glisten of sweat and slick between them, the flushed pink of your entrance where he pistoned in and out. His free hand slid between your legs without hesitation, fingers finding your clit with practiced precision as he adjusted the focus ring with his thumb. "Look at you," he murmured, voice roughened by exertion, the camera wobbling slightly with each snap of his hips. "Taking me so fucking well."
The stream was filthy sounding, the wet slap of skin echoed, your choked whimpers, the slick squelch of his fingers working your clit in tight circles. Chan tilted the camera lower, the camera shook with each punishing thrust until the image blurred into streaks of gold and skin.
Chanâs grip on the tripod slipped when your hips bucked backward against his next thrust, a sharp, involuntary movement that made the camera wobble dangerously. His free hand flew to your hipbone, fingers digging in hard enough to steady both you and the shot as he groaned through clenched teeth.
"Fuck, stay still," he gritted out, but the command lost all bite when his next snap forward punched a moan from both of you simultaneously.
The chat scrolled wildly on his abandoned phone, but neither of you cared, not when Chanâs fingers flexed against your ass cheek, spreading you wider for the camera as his thrusts turned erratic.
Chan's fingers flexed around the tripod as he lowered the camera back into position, adjusting the lens with one hand while his other slid up the sweat-slick curve of your spine. "Cum on my big fat cock," he murmured, voice roughened by exertion, half command, half plea, before his palms found your hips and flipped you effortlessly onto his lap. The sudden shift knocked the breath from your lungs, your thighs straddling his waist as the camera caught the way his cock glistened under the park lights, thick and flushed between your bodies.
His hands guided your movements with possessive certainty, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he lifted you just enough to tease, the blunt head of his cock nudging against your entrance without pressing in.
"Look at the camera," he ordered, voice dropping to a growl when your lashes fluttered shut involuntarily. His thumb swiped through the mess between your thighs, gathering slickness on his fingertips before smearing it across your lower lip. The lens zoomed in mercilessly, capturing the way your tongue darted out instinctively to taste yourself, the way Chan's pupils dilated at the sight.
Chan's fingers tightened around your jaw, tilting your face toward the camera with bruising force. The neon lights caught the smear of saliva at the corner of your mouth, the lens focusing sharply on the way your lips parted around a whine as he growled, "Bounce, whore." The command sent electric heat straight to your core, your hips jerking forward instinctively before you'd even processed the words.
You moaned, high and broken as your thighs strained to lift yourself higher on his cock, the stretch burning deliciously when you dropped back down too fast. The camera caught every obscene detail, the way your breasts bounced with each desperate movement, the sweat dripping between the two of you, the flush spreading down your chest as Chan's grip kept your face angled toward the lens. His free hand splayed across your lower back helping you move faster.
"Holy fucking shitâ" Chan groaned, the words cracking into a shuddering exhale as his head tipped back, exposing the slick column of his throat to the camera's unblinking gaze. His fingers spasmed against your hips where he held you in place, his cock twitching inside you with such violent intensity that you could feel the thick vein along the length pulse against your walls.
"Thank god I'm recording this," he rasped, voice deep as he chuckled. His thumbs dug into the crease of your thighs, spreading you wider for the lens. The tripod wobbled precariously when his hips jerked upward without warning, the sudden thrust punching a sound from you that didn't even resemble language.
Your mouth fell open in silent pleasure, the tremor in Chan's biceps as he fought to keep the shot steady, the obscene glisten of sweat and slick where your bodies joined. His phone screen lit up with a frenzy of donations, the chat scrolling too fast to read except for
'$8000 TO SEE HER FACE WHEN SHE CUMS' flashing in neon pink. Chan's breath hitched when he saw it, his grip tightening possessively "You hear that, princess?" he murmured, the words vibrating through your ribs where his chest pressed against your back. His free hand slid around your hipbone, fingers finding your clit with unnerving accuracy. "They wanna see you cum on my cock."
Your hips rolled forward instinctively, too fast, too hard, and Chan's groan vibrated through your ribcage when his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you. The camera caught the way your eyelids fluttered uncontrollably, rolling back as your thighs strained to maintain the rhythm. Chan's thumb circled your clit with agonizing precision while his other hand palmed your breast roughly, twisting your nipple until your entire body jerked with oversensitivity.
"There it is," Chan murmured, his voice roughened with pleasure as your movements turned jerky and uncoordinated. His fingers pinched your nipple just hard enough to make you whimper, the sharp sting blending deliciously with the relentless pressure on your clit.
The slap landed sharp and sudden, right where thigh met ass a stinging help getting you even closer.
âCum.â The camera caught the exact moment your orgasm ripped through you, the way your fingers clawed at his forearms, the obscene flutter of your thighs around his waist, the wet shine of tears at your lash line when your back arched like a drawn bow. Chanâs grip on your hips turned bruising as he held you down through the convulsions, his cock pulsing inside you with each ragged thrustâharder, deeperâuntil the everything blurred behind your clenched eyelids.
Chanâs groan vibrated through your ribcage when your walls clenched around him, his rhythm stuttering into something desperate and uneven.
Chan's hips stuttered against yours with violent precision, three sharp, ragged thrusts that punched the breath from your lungs before he buried himself to the hilt with a groan so guttural it vibrated through you. The camera caught everything as Chan moved it closer to see you squirting on him and twitching as his cum filled you. The obscene flex of his abs as his cock twitched inside you and the wet slap of skin when his hips jerked forward one final time was definitely a sight to remember.
You felt it before you saw it, the sudden, scalding rush of him flooding your insides in thick pulses that made your oversensitive walls flutter instinctively. Chan's breath hitched against your shoulder blade, his teeth sinking into the sweat-slick skin there as his release came in waves.
Chan lifted you slowly like you weighed nothing, one hand splayed between your shoulder blades, the other hooked beneath your trembling thighs, his biceps flexing under the neon lights as he peeled your sweat-slick body off his.
"You okay?" Chan murmured, his thumb brushing a stray tear from your cheekbone, so unexpectedly tender it startled you. His breath fanned warm across your temple where heâd tucked your face against his neck, hiding you from the lens as his fingers traced idle patterns down your spine. The contrast between this gentleness and his earlier dominance sent your pulse insane again, his palm cradled the back of your head like something precious even as his other hand adjusted the tripod to frame only him.
"That was so good," you murmured. His answering kiss landed on your temple soft and lingering.
His phone screen lit up with other large amounts of donations, but Chan ignored them entirely, his focus narrowed to the way your pulse fluttered under his lips when he kissed your throat next.
Chanâs fingers dug into the crease of your thighs with deliberate pressure, spreading you wide as he tilted the camera downward with his free hand. The lens caught the first glistening drop before it even fell, a slow, viscous string of his release stretching between your swollen lips before snapping onto the grass beneath you. His exhale came out ragged, pupils blown wide under the light as he watched another white bead gather at your entrance. "Look at that," he murmured, voice roughened beyond recognition. The camera wobbled slightly when his thumb swiped through the mess, gathering it on his fingertip before pressing back inside you with two knuckles. Your gasp echoed through the mic, sharp and involuntary, as he crooked his fingers just enough to make your thighs jerk.
The chat exploded. Donation banners flooded Chanâs phone screen
$7K TO SEE HER GETTING FUCKED AGAIN!!
FUCKKK THATâS HOT đ„
I WANT TO TASTE HER TOO :((
but his attention never wavered from where his fingers worked you open for the lens. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip when another thick bit of cum dripped free, the mic picking up the wetness as it hit the grass. "Still so tight," he groaned, twisting his wrist to expose your flushed inner walls to the camera.
Chan's fingers curled inside you with unexpected gentleness, his knuckles pressing deep where you still pulsed around him in aftershocks. The sudden stretch made your breath hitch, not from pain, but from the obscene fullness of him working his own release back into your trembling body. "Fuck," he groaned against your shoulder blade, the vibration traveling down your spine as his thumb circled your oversensitive clit in slow, teasing strokes. The camera caught every twitch of your thighs, every flutter of your lashes when his fingers twisted just enough to make you clench around him again.
"Look at you," he murmured, angling the lens downward to capture the way his cum glistened at your stretched entrance with each lazy thrust of his hand. His free arm hooked beneath your trembling thighs, spreading you wider for the camera as his thumb smeared a pearly streak across your inner thigh. The mic picked up the wet sound of his fingers moving inside you quickly, the choked whimper you couldn't swallow when his palm pressed flat against you.
Chanâs fingers tightened around the tripod, tilting the lens upward until it caught the flush high on your cheeks, the swollen curve of your lips where his teeth had just been. The lights overhead painted your skin in streaks of gold and violet as he leaned in again. His kiss landed unexpectedly soft, just a brush of lips against yours, a tease of tongue that made you chase him when he pulled back too soon. The camera caught the way your brows knit together, the frustrated little noise you made when his thumb pressed against your lower lip to keep you from following.
"Patience," he murmured before his teeth grazed your bottom lip in retaliation.
You pulled back first, just enough to catch the way Chanâs pupils dilated under the park lights, his lips parted around a breath you could still taste.
Chan's fingers curled around the tripod with practiced ease, lifting the camera just as your forehead dropped against his shoulder, heavy with exhaustion, slick with sweat. The lens caught the exact moment your breath hitched when his thumb traced your lower lip, smearing leftover wetness in a slow arc that made your lashes flutter.
"Say bye to everyone," he murmured, voice roughened but warm, tilting the camera to frame your dazed expression as you blinked up at the lens. Your lips parted around a soundless gasp when his palm slid possessively up your spine, fingers splaying between your shoulder blades to press you closer.
"Isn't she so sexy, chat?" Chan murmured, his smirk audible as his thumb swiped through the wet mess between your thighs for the thousandth time, holding his glistening fingers up to the camera lens. A beautiful display that sent the donation alerts pinging wildly again. His free hand palmed the back of your neck possessively, fingers tangling in sweat-damp hair as he tilted your face toward the tripod. "Look at that face," he coaxed, voice dropping to a growl when your lashes fluttered weakly. "All fucked-out and still begging for it."
The mic picked up your whimper perfectly, embarrassingly honest, as Chan's slick fingers traced your swollen lower lip. You tasted yourself sharply when his thumb pressed inward, the tang flooding your mouth as the camera watched mercilessly, your tongue darting out to clean him. Chan's breath hitched audibly, his hips jerking against your ass where he'd pulled you halfway into his lap, his semi-hard cock already twitching back to life against your thigh.
Chanâs lips brushed your cheek as his free hand reached for the tripod, tilting the camera to frame both your flushed faces. âBig thanks to everyone who tipped tonight,â he smirked, voice roughened but sincere.
âEspecially VIPs, you know who you are.â His thumb swiped across your lower lip absentmindedly, smearing leftover wetness as the chat exploded with heart emojis and dollar signs.
You barely registered the donation alerts still pinging, not when Chanâs other hand slid down to cradle the back of your thigh, fingers tracing idle circles on your oversensitive skin. The contrast between his public persona and these private touches sent a shiver down your spine.
Chan's fingers lingered at the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing idle circles against your pulse point as the camera's red light blinked steadily. "Obviously," he drawled, voice still rough around the edges but sliding effortlessly back into performer mode, "massive thank you to this pretty girl for being my special guest tonight." His grin sharpened when your cheeks flushed darker, the mic picking up your shaky exhale as his palm slid possessively down your spine.
The stream ended with Chan's customary wink and a promise.
"Same time next week, yeah?" before the screen blinked black. He minimized the donation tab, but his phone screen stayed lit with relentless notifications. Blog comments flooded in before his fingers even left the end stream button, the preview pane overflowing with horny demands: 'WHEN'S SHE COMING BACK??' and 'MORE PARK STREAMS PLS' stacked atop each other in urgency.
Chan stretched his arms overhead, the hem of his shirt riding up to expose the faint scratches you'd left across his back hours earlier. "Fuck, they're obsessed with you," he chuckled before swiping open the blog with deliberate nonchalance. The first top comment loaded instantly:
$10,000 IF SHE SITS ON HIS FACE NEXT TIME.
â€ïž 248 LIKES đ 86 REPOSTS
He turns off his phone and turns back to you.
"You might have to take over," Chan joked, thumb brushing your temple as you both dissolved into breathless laughter against each other's shoulders. His phone buzzed facedown on the grass, another avalanche of notifications, but neither of you moved to check it. The park lights cast long shadows across his smirk, catching the silver in his ear when he tilted his head to nuzzle your hair.
The first thing you noticed was how carefully Chan wiped the lens, his fingers slow and methodical around the smudged glass, like he was handling something sacred. As if the camera hadn't just captured him buried inside you twenty minutes ago with its focus ring fogged from your panting breaths.
"You okay?" Chan murmured, his knuckles brushing your bare knee when he crouched to retrieve your discarded underwear from the tripod leg. The lace was shredded beyond repairâhe held it up with a smirk before tucking it into his back pocket like a trophy shrugging and smirking. You rolled your eyes but didn't protest, too busy watching the way his forearms flexed as he dismantled the equipment with practiced ease.
Chan's fingers lingered at the small of your back just a second longer than necessary as he helped you up. The grass stains on your knees were the only evidence left, already fading into the dark like secrets. You put everything back on swiftly like nothing had ever happened.
The moon was bright, too bright, really, for the kind of privacy you suddenly craved. You looked up at him, and for a heartbeat, the chaos of the last hour dissolved into silence. His thumb brushed your lower lip, not teasing this time, before he leaned in and kissed you like you were something precious.
No teeth. No camera. Just his mouth moving against yours with a tenderness that made your ribs ache.
Chanâs smirk curled at the edges like he knew exactly how wrecked you still felt, how your thighs trembled when he tugged you upright by the hand.
"Still want boba tea, darling?" The question was dripping with the same teasing lilt heâd used when whispering filth into the mic but his fingers laced through yours.
You laughed and nodded, embarrassed now. âI canât believe I just hooked up with some sexy cam boy I donât even know and had sex in front of like 1m viewers.â The words tumbled out half-hysterical, your voice still rough from moaning. The neon lights overhead made Chanâs grin look predatory as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear.
His laughter vibrated against your temple, warm and unexpectedly unguarded. "You know my name, my favorite boba order, and exactly how I sound when I cum." His teeth grazed your earlobe, playfully before he pulled back just enough to watch your reaction.
"Thatâs more than most of my exes got in three months."
You swatted at his chest.
"Taro milk tea with coconut jelly," you recited, chin tilting up with misplaced pride as you rattled off Chan's usual order from memory.
The words tasted sweetly absurd after what you'd just done together. Your knees still trembled against the plastic park bench you had now moved to, the cheap material squeaking under your shifting weight.
Chan's eyebrow arched, "You memorized my drink order from last month's mukbang sex stream." His voice dripped with delight and disbelief, fingers brushing yours. "Fuck, you're adorable, my dream girl."
Chan's fingers laced through yours with still tender, his thumb brushing the back of your knuckles. Neon signs blurred in your periphery as you both walked toward the sidewalk, his pace deliberately slow despite the late hour.
"You're walking funny," he murmured against your temple, lips quirking when your thighs visibly stiffened. The boba trucks pink sign reflected in his pupils as he glanced down at you, transforming his smirk into something softer. His fingers squeezed yours, once, twiceâlike he was reassuring himself you were real.
The chat would've lost their collective minds if they saw this version of him. Tousled hair, sweet smiles and his big hands, sweat-damp shirt clinging to his shoulders where you'd clawed at him earlier. Only you now get to see this version.
I very desperately wanted to write something for skztober/monstober but there is no way I will be able to make any of the deadlines due to my personal schedule. So, I'll post when I can, and it might be out of the month--but hey-- at least it'll be something.
Hehehe sooooo life got in the way of everything. I'll still post when I've completed it but it will be after October for all the chapters to be released it seems. I'm hoping for the first one to at least be end of this week or next week â€ïž.
That'll just mean my monstober fest will just continue into Nov đ
I very desperately wanted to write something for skztober/monstober but there is no way I will be able to make any of the deadlines due to my personal schedule. So, I'll post when I can, and it might be out of the month--but hey-- at least it'll be something.
Itâs The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp and Jennieâs song and itâs stuck in my head. All I can imagine is Bang Chan and a female idol having a one night stand
This has been sitting in my ask for some time. Mainly because I was working on Volume: Down, but also because I lost some interest in writing all together. But seeing this in my box again made my mind go 'brrrrr', so I thank you for getting me back on the horse (so to speak). Channie photo for tax.
TW under cut
TW: Fem!reader, PIV, Condom use (wrap it up), Blow job, fingering, let me know if I missed anything!
A whirlwind.
That was the only way to describe your encounter with Chan. One minute, you're in your dressing room--Chan leaning one arm on the doorway frame with that shit eating grin of his to wish you luck on your upcoming time slot--the next, you're pulling him in by the collar of his shirt and slamming the door shut. In a flash, you were pressed against the door, his mouth on yours. Hungrily, taking what he could without ruining your makeup.
Much.
"Eager?" You teased as his hand went to unbutton your top. Pausing briefly to take in the lacey bralette you had underneath, that supple skin bunched up together by the fabric that he desperately wanted to rip off with his teeth. You took note with the way he licked his bottom lilp before pulling the fabric down. Your breasts now exposed for him to take in his mouth. His tongue licking in an upward motion on your nipple, causing your head to roll back on the door. One of his hands massaging the other as he free hand traveled down to clip past the hem of your underwear, underneath that skimpy skirt that caught his eye in the first place, to cup you. Smirking against your breast as your, very apparent, arousal coated his palm.
"You're one to talk," he smiled back as his lips left you for a brief moment to watch your eyes close as he inserted a finger in your core. Taking in the way you gasped slightly as he started up a gentle rhythm to warm you up. His palm applying the right amount of pleasure on your clit as he worked his way up to a second finger to stretch you out. Your giggles filling the dressing room as Chan buried his face in your neck to plant small kisses to help ground you.
Even as a quick fuck--Chan was ever the gentleman.
"So wet from just a little kissing," he nipped your pulse poiont as he kept up the pace. When he spotted you during your rehearsal time--he knew you would be responsive. And it filled him with great pleasure that you were so much more than what he initially thought. That pleasure going straight to his hardening erection that he kept pressed to your thigh. Not even having to rub against you--your little gasps, the way you clenched around him, the way you wrapped your arms around his neck to tug at his roots--was doing more than enough for him. "Your fault," you panted as you ground your pelvis around his. Earning a hiss from Chan.
As he kept up his rhythmic motion, your hands found the silver button of his pants. Freed from his confines, Chan helped shimmy the fabric just below his cheeks, his member settling snug between the two of you. His pre-cum smearing against your skin.
"You ready?" He asked as he withdrew his fingerse to pull a condom from his back pocket. You almost argued--wanting to use your lips to return the favor. But Chan had another idea. Placing the small plastic between your mouth, he gave a simple command; "Bite."
You gingerly took the plastic end between your teeth and tilted your chin to tear it open. Careful to not rip the latex inside. Chan's eyes never left yours as you did so. Licking his lip once again to take in the seductive sight, and the anticipation of what was to come.
"Tell me if it's too much," he panted as he rolled the condom onto himself. Chan's free hand gripping the meat of your thigh to wrap around his hip. "A bit cocky much?" You teased as he experimentally rubbed against your entrance. Chan smiled like an absolute mad man as that sassy grin fell from your face as he pushed his tip in without warning. The stretch stung, but boy did it hurt so good.
He started off gently, allowing you some time to get used to the fell of him. To warm you up until he was able to bury his hilt in your warmth. Chan reveled in your small 'ahs' that started to built with every thrust. "Cocky enough for you?" He grinned, hoisting your other thigh up to lift you fully off the floor and firmly agains the door. Enjoying your little hiss as he was, somehow, able to find an even deeper part of you. However, that was short lived as your hand found its way back to the nape of his neck, tugging at his roots harshly, and tiliting his head back. Chan's hips slightly stuttering as his eyes locked with your predatory gaze.
"You talk too much."
By all that is Mighty, Chan was glad tha tyour crashed your lips against his to shut him up. His moans mixing with yours as the force of his thrusts were rattling not only your soul but the poor door that had the duty of sustaining the force of this impromptu quickie. The noises escaping growing louder, and with every sharp breath you took in, Chan could feel you clenching around him. The wave about to consume you.
"Faster," you broke away from the liplock to please. "Chan, please--I'm--"
"I know," Chan panted next to your ear. His hips sped up at y our request. Desperate as he was to come, he could only imagine no greater pleasure than to feel you unravel around him. "I know, baby, I know."
Chan kept his relentless pace. Planting small kisses here and there, telling you how much of a good girl you were being. How nice and wet you were just for him. How no one else would be able to fuck you that way that he does.
Your forehead pressed against his as the waved crashed through you. Chan had to do his very best to not come right after as he felt your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" your chanting graced his ears like a prayer. Part of him wishing that he was somehow recording it. Not that he would need it per se, Chan knew that this moment would be forever engraved into his memory. There would be no way of forgetting the vice grip your cunt had around him--nearly pushing him out entirely.
Once your spasms subsidded, Chan placed your feet back on the ground. Pulling out of you and taking off the condom, pumping his shaft at a quick pace, fully set on the idea of completing in his own hand, until you slinked to the fllor. Knees making contact with the wood paneling as you blinked your eyes up at him and opened your mouth--tongue lolling out.
Chan realized right then and there that this had to be a one time thing only. If not; you'll be the death of him.
You didn't fight back as Chan guided the back of your head to take him all in one go. Tears pooled at your eyes, but you pushed through it as he used you, willing your throat and jaw to go slack as much as they could. Eyes locked on his the entire time, only allowing yourself to close them briefly as that tangy load hit your tongue. Moaning as the warmth you were craving finally graced your tastebuds. The door behind you rattling one last time as Chan's closed fist made contact with it to steady himself as his hips spasmed while the intense wave rose its course.
He watched with that signature grin of his as you rose back up to your feet. Some of his cum on your lower lip, which you happily licked off with your tongue. If Chan hadn't already tucked himself back into his confine, he would've asked for another round.
The two of you took some time to gather yourselves. Hair a mess,, lips swollen, you even had to help apply some concealer on the back of his neck and shoulders to hide your claw marks. Even though Chan didn't mind; a proud war wound that he was willing to wear on display.
But as the two of you worked in silence, it was clear; time was coming to a close.
Chan grabbed you by your waist and pulled you in for a quick kiss. Mindful to not ruin the gloss you just reapplied. "Knock 'em dead," he whispered against your lips before bringing his palm down your ass as you made your way out of the dressing room.
He was smart to wait a moment or two before slinking his way backstage with the rest of the performers. Everyone was crowding around the viewing screen as the stage hands helped you get set up. To the rest of the world, it seemed as if nothing happened in your dressing room. But, as you got on your mark and licked your bottom lip, trying to calm your nerves and lick up any remaining residue of Chan's release, that devious smile of yours grew.
And so did Chan's dick.
AN: again sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoyed it đ
"If you don't keep it down, the kids will hear you."
Summary: You and your group finally debut! After a heart breaking accident, leaving you feeling less than you've ever felt Chan shows a side to you that leaves you wanting more.
Rating: M, TW under cut
Pairing: BC x Reader, FWB -> friends -> lovers
Italics are in Korean. Bold is in Spanish. Rest in English.
Volume Series: Part One | Part Two | ?
MDNI, 18+ Only
TW: idol!Chan, IdolTrainee!Y/N(fem!), No use of 'Y/N', slight angst, mentions of drinks, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, cunnilingus, swearing, mentions of masturbation, semi-public sex, fellatio, insemination, PleasureDom!Chan, let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 13k
Est Reading Time: 40min
âAlways so good.â
Chan groaned as he kissed your inner thigh. His hands held you nice and steady for him as his tongue glided over your core. Chan had finished just moments earlier, gracing your skin with his release. But, when he saw on your face that you didnât come, he wasted no time in cleansing his palate for dessert. Licking up his remains before traveling down south, you tried telling him that it was fine. That you were just distracted but he didnât let you finish your sentence; âWell, then let me help you relax.â
Your grip tightened on the sheets as you squirmed underneath him. Every time he pulled just slightly away; your hips jutted up to follow him. Craving any form of friction they could get.
It didnât matter how often the two of you would meet up. Your body responded to every touch he could give. Chan made it his job every time to make sure your mind was just as focused as your body was. And it--he--never disappointed.
You werenât thinking as your hand reached out slightly towards his black curls. As if he could feel your hesitation, he nipped around your bikini area. âGo ahead, baby. Use me.â
It didnât take long for you to finish once your hand met the back of his head and did exactly as you were told. Chan had to hold in his smile as you rode out your high, still grinding against his tongue despite all the shaking in your thighs. Ever the gentleman he was, Chan kept you propped up until you finally cooled down. He wiped your essence off his face with the back of his hand. That famous smirk of his never leaving as he crawled next to you in bed and pulled the sheets over the two of you.
You and Chan had this newfound rhythm when it came to your little ârendezvous,â as he liked to call them. Sneaking in and out of his dorm every so often for a quickie followed by some cuddling at the end. You usually slinked out of his arms once his soft snores filled the room, leaving him with that empty feeling in the morning when his alarm went off. Ever since that unfortunate incident with Felix in the kitchen, you kept the shenanigans confined in his room as an unspoken rule. And due to his insomniac schedule, it was easy not bumping into the other members as they're usually already fast asleep. Speaking of sleep--
âYou look like you're about to knock out,â you laughed as his arms wrapped around your waist and held you close to his chest.
âDon't tease me,â he grumbled as he squished his face on the top of your head. âHad to give it my all, okay?â
âOkay, okay.â You chuckled and stretched a bit in his hold. You could feel your body shutting down and knew you should start heading out. You had an early day, with training for your debut schedule starting. It was exciting, but definitely nerve-racking. Your company did not tell you when or where your group would make your debut, just that you should be prepared for it. Exciting. Not exactly helpful, but exciting nonetheless! âI should get going soon.â
Chan heard your words and instantly groaned. He just got you, couldn't he have you for just a little while longer? It felt like most nights without you in his bed were even harder to sleep despite you never being there in the morning. âOkay,â he sighed and pulled back a bit to look down at you. Already planning when he can get you back in these sheets. âYou free for next Friday?â
âCan't,â You shook your head. âMy schedule is crazy this week with practice, I'll barely be getting enough sleep as is. The Tuesday after?â
âFlying out to Paris for a charity event with the kids on Thursday. Probably will stay a week and a half after thatâŠâ
Silence clung between the two of you like his duvet. âSoâŠâ you bit your lip. âIt'll be almost a month then until either of us are free?â
His eyes locked on yours. The grip on your waist tightened a bit as the realization settled over the both of youâa whole month. Chan does not even think it has been more than 4 days without seeing each other ever since this nonverbal agreement started. âYeaâŠâ
Without a word being said the two of you locked onto one another. Pulling and grabbing at each other like one measly month would undo it all. Trying to satiate your hunger in each other until the next time finally rolled around.
Screw it. You'll just sleep during rehearsal break.
âShit!â You huff in frustration as you slump to the training room floor. Your group has been practicing non-stop for the debut. Recently getting word that there was a time slot at Inkigayo with your name on it, your team was pushing every fiber of their being into getting this performance right. All of your team's hard work was paying off and showing. Why else would your company invest in such a big debut? Even the meat suits in tuxes could see the teamâs worth. You couldnât have been prouder of your girls.
If only you werenât the one holding them back.
No matter how much you practiced, you couldnât stick that tumble during the bridge. Your footing kept slipping as you tried to get back up. It wasnât horrible, but it wasnât perfect. One wrong weight shift and you could twist your ankle in the worst way possible. You could already feel the strain on the backside of your tendon.
âLet's take a five,â your youngest waved off the other two girls to grab some snacks before taking a seat next to you. During your time together, the two of you became extremely close and she naturally took the role as your âsecond.â Becoming the person, you knew you could lean on when things got tough. You were made, and trained, to support your girls, but her? She volunteered to support you. âYou okay?â
You nod your head and stretch your foot to help relieve some tension on your ankle. She watches you as you try to brush off her question. âYou seem distracted... More tense than usual.â
For some frustrating reason, your body was refusing to release despite your favorite toys coming out of their hiatus to fill in the time without Chan. She would be tense too if she couldnât orgasm for 2 weeks straight and had another 2 weeks to go.
âIâm fine,â you smile at her. But that little grin of yours didnât fool her. She gave you a look before leaning her head on your shoulder. Giving some comfort in the only way she knew how. You smile as you lean your head on hers.
âIs it a boy?â She said quietly after some time causing you to stiffen a bit. The rest of the group knew that you and Chan had met during the interview. However, they knew nothing else of that night. Even though it was eating you up on the inside.
If word got out that a soon-to-be-debutee and one of the worldâs leading K-pop artist were seeing each other, your groupâs image would be ruined. Even if the two of you werenât together in that way and just used one another to forget the stress of your jobs for the night. That was the downfall to the marketing of the industry. A horrible negative to have the world hear your musicâyour love life was never your own.
âNo,â you fibbed. The younger lifted her head slightly to look at you, not fully believing in your rebuttal, but deciding not to pry any further. The two others returned with a bounty of snacks to last a lifetime. The four of you giggled and chatted as the food was passed around.
âSpeech! Speech!â your youngest smiled at you as she held up her soda can in a make-shift toast. Everyone else followed suit. Comradery spreading amongst the four of you. In one week, everything you worked for will be known. Spreading like a wildfire, your music will finally reach those willing to hear. The long years of being broken down will be worth it. The rise youâve been so desperately craving is finally coming your way.
âSoon, everyone will know our name!â
The dance studio erupted in cheers and laughter. You smile as you look at your three girls, pride racking through you like never before.
Look out world. Ready or not; here you come.
Chan woke up from his bed as he smelled the freshly cooked bacon wafting into his room. A grin spreading from ear to ear as you pushed open the door with your hip, a bed tray filled with homemade cooking spread beautifully was placed across his lap. âGood morning,â you smiled at him as he sat up in bed. âHungry?â
âStarving,â Chan placed the breakfast off his lap and next to him on the bed. The food smelled delicious, but he had something else in mind for his first meal of the day. Before you could even question it, Chan pulled his duvet off from himself and pulled you onto him instead. Your giggles filled his room as one of his hands found the back of your head, pulling you in to plant wet kisses along your neck. His lips then interlock with yours. Bodies molding into one as the sunâs light filtered through his curtains. Finally pulling away, Chan smiled up at you as his hand brushed some falling strands of hair behind your ear.
Seeing you like this, above him and smiling, no thoughts of his day ahead. Just you.
Only you.
Chanâs heart dropped when he finally woke up. It's been 2 weeks since he last saw you. Even in his dreams, he was flooded with visions of you.
Groaning, he turned his alarm off. The back of his head hit his hotel pillow again as he tried to go back to his slumber. Trying anything he could to continue the domestic scene his subconscious created for him. Trying being the keyword. Within a moment of peace, his hotel room door was barged open. Changbin and Jisung happily entered the room, knowing that waking up a sleepy Chan might result in a pillow or two thrown at them. So, as they rounded the hallway corner, they held up a bag of food, and some drinks, as an offering. Hoping to appease the groggy wolf.
âEverything bagel with harvest cream cheese?â Chan glared at them. As they both nodded, Chan sighed and gestured for them to come in. Jisung happily plopped on the bed next to Chan as Changbin laid out the food for the 3 of them.
âStayed up late?â Changbin asked as he pulled up a chair next to the bed. Chan just nodded, still trying his best to wake up.
Jisung took a massive bite of his bagel, tilting his head as he asked a follow up question. His cheeks full, giving his staple chipmunk-pout; âYou okay? Youâve been sleeping less and less these past couple of days.â
âIâm fine,â Chan took a sip of his smoothie. He was trying his best to deal with his insomnia, but itâs doubled ever since their flight into Paris. Most of his nights were spent working on some new tracks, trying to keep his mind distracted. It didnât help that every waking moment flashes of your rendezvous nights kept playing at the worst timing possible. During dance rehearsal, staff meetings, while on the way to a photoshoot; his body would feel hot every time his brain would remind him of the way your lips would wrap around him. âIt's just jet lag is all...â
Changbin and Jisung shared a knowing look. It was a look only life-long friends could partake. A look that knew Chan was bluffing. âWell,â Changbin drew out the word. âwe got some good news and bad news for you.â
âBad news;â Jisung wrapped his arm around Chanâs shoulder before Chan could open his mouth. Knowing he would just complain even more about not getting any sleep. âwe leave tonight. Ah, ahâno no donât you dare!â
Jisung couldnât contain his laughter as Chan groaned and pulled the duvet back over his head. This was the last thing Chan wanted to hear; just as his sleep schedule was somewhat getting back to normal, he gets to sit in a plane and travel back home. Another recipe for more jetlag. What great fun. Jisung tried to unravel Chan from the cocoon he created, but to no avail.
Changbin watched with a side smirk as Jisung tried his best to wrestle Chan out of bed. âThe good news;â Changbin leaned against the chair with his arm crossed. âwe were able to get a time slot at Inkigayo later this week.â
âI heard a certain new group would be debuting that same day.â
Chan peeked from under his covers. You would be there?
Of course, the other members knew of you. Poor Felix had to trauma dump to someone after what he witnessed the morning after your first night together. Chan had suffered tremendous teasing for weeks before they all finally cooled down. But, he knew that despite the hell they were putting him through, they would never let word get out about anything.
It would be nice to see you after these past couple of weeks. To root for you on your big day...
âWhen do we leave?â
Today was the day.
Everything was on the line. You could barely sit in your seat as your stylist finished up on your hair. Your girls were essentially bouncing around the dressing area; adrenaline coursing through them. âHey,â you laughed as you watched them jump on the couches from the vanity mirror to chase one another. âSave the energy for the stage, ladies.â
âYes, all mighty leader,â your youngest giggled as she bounded over to you as your stylist left to clean up her equipment. The rest of the girls followed suit, leaning onto one another to squeeze into the mirrorâs frame. You placed your arms around them as much as you could, squeezing them in even closer. Giggles filling your ears as you looked at your team's reflection; trying to etch the image in your mind forever. âHey,â your youngest looked down at your outfit. Her eyebrows scrunched up together as she pinched the fabric around your shoulder. âThis looks like its fraying a bit.â
Viewing the fabric through the mirror, you could see the garment starting to undo itself. Muttering a small curse, you looked around. Your stylist had already left. Grabbing a safety pin, you tethered the fraction of the fabric together before exiting out of the dressing room. This was no big deal, you had to keep reminding yourself as your anxiety started to rise. All you had to do was find your stylist so they could sew it back up before your time slot.
Everything will be fine. There was nothing to worry about. Everything will go according to--
You didnât have time to squeal when you felt a hand pull you sideways as you were walking down the hall and into a supply closet. Your back pushed against the wall adjacent to the door. A strong hand covering your mouth as the other found its place on your hip. A fluttery feeling in your gut as your eyes adjusted to the dim closet and focused in on the face dawning that dorky grin at you.
âmmphan?â
His grin never left his face as he removed the hand from your mouth to the back of your head; âMissed me?â
Your lips found Chanâs in a frenzy. A fast clash of flesh as every second the kiss was deepened. His hand tangling with your hair and pulling you flush against him. A small groan leaving his lips as your arms snaked around his neck and tugged at his roots. As you pulled away for a breath you couldnât help but tease; âA little.â
Chan gave out a breathy laugh as the two of you clung onto one another. His span of Spanish was fairly low, but loved the way you always let your actions show him exactly what you meant.
His mind wandered about making his dream a reality and littering your neck with his mouth but knew better than to mark you up before your big break. No matter how much he wanted to. Just seeing you here, in the flesh, was more than enough for him. So, he let his hands wander, taking perch right under your shirt just to feel you. Every touch sent warmth through you as you unconsciously arched yourself closer to Chan. A slow rhythm between the two of you grinding on one another formed. Eager to feel anything after the long time apart.
âWhatâs this for?â Chan played with the safety pin on your shoulder. Never stopping his other hand from feeling your curves, now sneaking towards your back to press you even closer. As if this was all but another dream he was going to wake up from.
âStrap is coming loose,â you couldnât help but lean in close to whisper in his ear. Shivers running through him as your teeth lightly grazed his lobe. Something was taking over you, something that you couldnât explain. It could be from the long weeks of not seeing him, or the stress of having to perform soon. âCanât have a nip slip on today of all days.â
Chanâs hand went from the safety pin to your ass. Kneading it softly as he guided you to raise your leg so he could press his clothed bulge on your core. The pressure making your head lean back on the wall, sighing from the contact. âI donât know,â Chan smirked as he placed small kisses on your shoulder. âI wouldnât mind seeing that.â
âDirty boyâ
That was a word Chan knew well. It somehow became his nickname after every rendezvous night. It was almost a Pavlovian response as he felt his boxer space start to constrict as he grew. It took everything in him to pause for a second. You were breathing heavily, eyes half lidded as you gazed up at him. Your smile sending butterflies throughout his body. âMaybe,â Chan bit his lower lip, âyou can show just me? Hmm, later tonight?â
You didnât mean to nod your head as quickly as you did. Your enthusiasm pulled a chuckle out of Chan as he placed a soft kiss against your lips before taking a step back so you could fix yourself. "Break a leg,â Chan smiled as you fixed your hair and went towards the door. âWeâll be rooting for you.â
As you were about to say your thanks, the closet door swung open. Chan pressed himself as flush as he could against the wall. The door blocking your stylistâs view of him. âWhere have you been?â She scolded as you just stood there rigidly, trying your best to not cast your gaze at Chan who was doing his best to blend in with the drywall. âThat little beast of a girl said you were looking for meâwhat are you doing in here?â
As she tried to peer into the closet, your hand flew to the side of the door to hold it in place. Blocking her view of Chan. âNothing! Justâtrying to see if there was a sewing kit since I got lost and couldnât find you.â
She looked like she didnât believe you, but she, and you, were on a timeline so she really couldnât care less. Huffing, she grabbed your wrist and started guiding you back down the hall towards your dressing area. Chan had to contain his laughter as you casted him a terrified look before stepping out with the slightly-horrifying-older woman.
âWhere did you run off to?â Minho grinned as Chan reentered their private dressing room. Everyone was lounging around on the couch as the group waited for their time slot. And these boys werenât made for sitting still. So of course, they turned to teasing Chan as soon as he stepped in. Lucky him.
Taking a quick look around the room and confirming there were no cameras amongst the group, Chan casted a glare at Minho; âShut up.â
âOr what?â
âMinho,â Hyunjin laughed from his seat, âdonât get him mad. Please. Youâll get him cranky.â
Minho rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch; âHeâs been cranky this past month. What difference will it make?â
âBut you donât have to share a wall with him when he decides to take that anger out on--â
âHey!â Chan laughed and threw a pillow at Hyunjin to cut him off. Jisung, who was just starting to rest his eyes before their performance, shot up and covered Jeonginâs ears with his hands who innocently asked; âTaking it out on what??â
Changbin was a giggling mess as Chan bounded over to Hyunjin to playfully wrestle him on the couch. Once they settled down, Changbin commented, âSeriously, have you considered sound proofing?â
Chan groaned as he covered his face in his hands from embarrassment. The rest of the members laughing and poking fun at him wherever they could. The only pause of the teasing was when Felix shushed everyone and pointed at the TV. Your group had been announced and was walking the stage. The team settled down on the couch, Felix turned up the volume as they watched you interact with the crowd. A sensation of warmth mixed with a little pride filled him as you worked the crowd into getting excited, even though a vast majority of them didnât even know your name. Laughing as the youngest in your group was behind you mocking you, causing you to send a glare her way. The room erupting in a chuckle as the two of you feigned a fight as the staff was setting the last of the stage up.
âSheâs spunky,â Seungmin chuckled from his seat on the couch.
As you and your team got on your marks, music played. A beat that brought the room to sway a bit to in their seats. The choreography started, as did your time to shine, and Chan was completely immersed in the performance. The way you sang, your hips swinging to the music until your next verse, you flashing your beautiful eyes directly into the camera. Christopher knew it was for the audience at home once everything was edited, yet somehow it felt that it was all for him.
The bridge came on, a cute little dance to showcase each member and bringing it in together for a cohesive formation. Before the chorus started up again, the team tumbled on the floor before popping right back up. You did as well, and to the naked eye everything seemed to be going along perfectly. But in the room, everyone leaned a bit forward as you came back up. It was almost instant, the flash of pure pain across your face, before you went back into work mode and continued on. A look of pain that everyone in the dressing room knew a little all too well.
The song ended and you waved. Your youngest immediately finding you to hold you by your waist and help guide you down the stage before the audience could catch on.
âDo you think sheâs--â, Felix turned to look at Chan, but he was already gone. â--okay?â
âStupid, stupid, stupid!â that little voice in your head rang as your manager and team helped you to the room. Your ankle was starting to swell and turn purple with every step. The tumble you had practiced on for so long, still proved to be too much for your body. Everyone suggested leaving it out, but you insisted that it made the choreography even more amazing, and part of you wanted to prove that your team â you â could do it. You didnât want to hold them down.
Chan stood for a moment at the door frame of your waiting room. The crew of Inkigayo, upgraded your team to a private area after you hobbled off stage for some peace. You were on the couch, hands covering your face as you let quiet tears fall. Feeling overwhelmed with the adrenaline of the performance and having to hide your pain--it was all too much. The rest of your group decided to give you some space, seeing that despite their attempts to cheer you up they were doing no good. He gave you a moment to brush the tears aside and notice him.
âChan,â you sniffled and blinked away any water that was pooling at your eyes. âIf youâre here to tell me how âgreatâ I did--I donât want to hear it.â
âOkay,â Chan leaned off the door frame and made his way over to you. Your usual smile was replaced with a frown as you watched him close the distance between the two of you. Irritation was overtaking you from all the coddling from your teammates and management. Telling you that you did great, despite the slip-up and injury. That you kept your composure the entire time and no one in the audience could tell. That the debut was a hit! All those compliments fell on deaf ears--your own thoughts were too loud and massive to even take note of what everyone else was saying. Only focusing on how you screwed it up. You were supposed to be the leader. And the first time to show the world what your team was made of--you were the one to fuck it all up.
âChristopher,â you growl. âI mean it. Iâve had enough pity for a lifetimeâŠâ
âI know.â
You watched in silence as he knelt on the floor next to you to slip off your shoe on your injured leg. Holding it steady, he pulled out a compression wrap from his pocket and started to gently dress your ankle. âI always keep one on hand,â he said quietly as if he was scared to spook you. âHad a nasty slip back in my early days, learned to always keep a small first aid kit lying around.â
Chan made the last wrap around your ankle, making sure the elastic was nice and snug to give you any support you needed. Grabbing a pillow from the armchair next to him, he set it next to you and guided you to lay your injured foot on it. âKeep this elevated.â
You sniffled a bit as he grabbed some tissues on the coffee table and dabbed around your cheeks, cleaning up any make-up smudged from your tears. His eyes were focused on wiping away any evidence of your fears. But you? You couldnât keep your eyes off him.
The way he took his time caring for you made you feel something you hadnât felt with Chan before. Warm; a weird bubbly sensation in your gut that made everything twist and turn. It was different from all the times spent with Chan during your nights together. It was a deeper connection. One that scared you, but you didnât want to lose the feeling of either.
âI have to go,â Chan put the tissues aside and stared up at you. He cupped your cheek, his thumb running softly against your skin. He didnât want to go. Itâs been so long since heâs last seen you, not counting the supply closet, and seeing you down like this made his heart hurt. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and chase those fears away. Chan wasnât a stranger to those inner thoughts; that self-doubt that clouded every fiber of your own being. But his time slot was coming up soon. âYouâll be okay?â
âYeaâŠâ
Chan stood up and made his way back to the door. âChan?â You called out. When the two of you locked eyes, you bit your lower lip. It almost broke you to show him, or anyone, your most vulnerable state. It was different than when the two of you were in the sheets. This was somehow more personal. More intimate.
âThank you.â
âAre you sure you donât need anything?â Your youngest looked down at you, concern etched in her face. The team was invited to film an interview at Lotte World, and though your injury was manageable, your manager was concerned that being on your feet for a long period of time would just worsen your condition. The rest of the group was already loaded into the van waiting outside, but your youngest kept leaving the dorm only to return to check in on you. Like a little lost puppy who only wanted to bring comfort. You couldnât help the side grin that came across your face as you pinched her cheek, causing her to wince a bit in discomfort.
âFor the fifth timeâI'm fine,â You scolded her lightly as you released her cheek. She pouted slightly and tried to rub the redness away. Nodding your head towards the door; âNow get out of here, youâre keeping everyone waiting. Youâre going to be late.â
âFine, fine!â She rolled her eyes at you as she headed towards the door. Stopping just briefly to lean dramatically at the hallways corner to give your big doe eyes. âI get itâyou just hate me.â
Squeals of laughter flew from her as you chucked a pillow her way, finally jogging to head out. Sighing in relief as you heard the door close behind her. You settled in on the couch, keeping your foot on a pillow to rest it as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. Content filling you as silence, finally, filled the dorm. As much as you love them, living with three lively girls was overwhelming from time to time.
Resting your head on the couch, you let the peaceful lull wash over you. For about thirty seconds.
âFor Godâs sake,â you huffed as you got up from your place. The light knocking on your door making you irritated. Swinging the door open your put your best reprimanding face on to chastise your youngest. âWhat now? Did you lock yourself out this ti--â
Chan stood there wide eyed as he became the target of your annoyance. He gave a meek smile as he held up some take-away as a peace offering. You paused as the two of you stared at one another for what seemed like eternity. That warm bubbly feeling making its reappearance as he stood there awkwardly; âSo, umâcan I come in?â
âY-yea, sorry.â You shook yourself out of it as you stepped to the side and gestured him in. He took off his coat and laid it on the kitchen island as he started to lay out the takeaway. You slowly stepped towards him as he essentially made himself at home.
âYou guys have a nice place,â he said nonchalantly as he busied himself. He felt confident when he came up with the idea of surprising you but seeing you in person made his conviction rattle just a bit. Itâs been a week since heâs last seen you after your trip on stage, and despite his attempts to reach out--you remained silent. âA lot cleaner than when our agency piled all eight of us together.â
âChan--â
âYou have any plates?â He walked over to the cupboards in his search. Searching high and low for some bowls.
âChan--â
âSeriously, how many mugs do you guys need?â He grumbled to himself as he opened the second cabinet. Stopping his hunt to look at you as you closed your distance and reached a hand out to touch his arm gently. His heart skipping a beat as he took in your appearance. The way your hair was coiled into a bun, some strands leaving its confines to frame your face. Your oversized shirt and sweats still somehow complimenting your curves. This homely version of you was comforting in some way.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âYou... didnât answer,â he replied softly. Trying his best to downplay the anxiety that racked through him this past week. âAnd--I wanted to make sure that you were okay.â
You didnât miss the way he glanced at your ankle before his gaze reached back up to yours. His face etched with care. The side smirk that you gave only caused the mood to lighten as you took a step back and opened the cabinet next to the one he was searching in. Grabbing a plate, you handed one to him before making your way to the platters filled with food. A comfortable silence between you two as you cram as much as you could into the tiny plates. Chan took a look around, subtly opening your drawer to peer into to find utensils.
âAh, ahânope.â You joked as you threw a plastic fork his way from the takeaway bag before making your way over to the couch. âI am not doing any more dishes than we need.â
Chan plopped next to you with a cheeky grin; âI could always do dishes.â
âYouâre a guest,â you propped your leg on an ottoman. âCanât have guest doing my chores, what kind of host would I be?â
âWell, considering you swung the door open like you were about to punch meâI say youâre not off to a great start.â
âShut up,â you shove your shoulder on his, earning a small chuckle from Chan. As the two of you ate and watched daytime television your shoulder never left his. Supporting each other in the simplest of touches. Chan felt all his unease from the past week melt away as the two of you paid attention to the flat screen. No words needed to be spoken, just simply enjoying one another. The little crinkle forming around his eyes as he felt you leaned further into him. He couldnât help but remember the first night you spent together with him. How the two of you fell into an easy rhythm of searching YouTube and just chatting the night away. Two pieces of a puzzle.
âIâm sorry... for not calling or texting back,â your quiet whisper brought him out of his thoughts as he turned to face you. He could see the guilt in your eyes. Your habit of biting your lower lip while thinking, sent a wave of warmth through him. Finding it extremely endearing to see you in such a state.
âDonât worry about it. I understand, you needed your space.â You both set your plates down on the coffee table. As he said the words, part of him wanted to tell you what he was holding back. Tell you that he wanted to be there for you. That no matter what; his shoulder was yours to cry on if you needed it. It didnât matter the time or the place, he would drop everything to be by your side. But, even as the thoughts rolled through his head, he stopped himself. Another part of him scared to voice them. Not only to you, but to himself.
You smile softly at his words. Your anxiety was soothed away by his reassuring demeanor. Time felt like it stopped as the two of you just stared at one another. It was starting to feel like these pauses in these instances were becoming more frequent. As your rapid heart rate. Especially when Chan leaned in a bit further; âBut you do still have to answer my question.â
Question?
Your eyebrows scrunched together as your brain racked through what he was mentioning. What question? Did you dissociate during your time together and forget something?
He leaned a bit closer. You could feel his breath on your cheek as his eyes bore into yours. âWhy...â his whisper was soft. Shivers running down your spine in anticipation. You didnât know for what but knew that you were ready for whatever Chan threw at you. His hand slowly rising to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. Fingertips lightly grazing your skin.
â...do you guys have so many god damn mugs?â
The bark of laughter that coursed through you made those dimples you love reappear on his face. âYouâre a fucking twat, you know that right?â You giggled as he moved his arm from your side to rest around your shoulder and pull you close to his chest. He feigned hurt at your words as he used his foot to move the ottoman with you, trying to keep your leg comfortable in the new position.
âItâs a genuine question; Iâm concerned.â
âIf you must know, we are caffeine addicts in this dorm.â
âAgain--concerned.â
As the two of you laughed, you rested your cheek against his chest. Continuing the banter as the television continued its schedule. You werenât sure how long had passed before Chan pulled out his phone and sighed a bit.
âI should get going,â he sounded annoyed. He knew he should head out and leave before your group came back from schedule, but his body didnât react to his rational thinking. Fully content with you in his arms. Heart nearly melting at the sight of you looking up from his chest, lips pressed into a scowl at the mention of his departure.
âDonât leave,â you nuzzled as close as you could. Grinning, as you could hear his heartbeat just a little faster at the gesture. âYou just got here.â
Chan grinned as he pressed his forehead against yours. Scrunching up his nose a bit as his brushed the tip of yours. His smile infectious as his hand cupped your cheek. âYea, still donât understand Spanish, but when youâre all healed up, we can catch up again. Okay?â
âOkay,â you huff as you both pull away slightly. But his hand stops you from pulling back all the way. Thumb rubbing gently on your cheek as he stared down at your lips then back up to your eyes. Was he... asking for permission? This was new territory for both of you. Usually when together, it was a flurry of passion. Skin against skin, mouths usually too busy exploring each otherâs bodies, clothes thrown aside. Nothing needed to be asked. Yet here you were, giving Chan a small nod before meeting him in the middle and pressing a gentle kiss on each other's lips. It was sweet. Lamblike. Nothing like the whirlwind that arose when the two of you were usually together. Chan felt his blood pumping through him, and for the first time it was not heading straight to his dick. His hand tried to keep the two of you as close as possible. Lips moving together in slow, almost calculated, motions. His tongue briefly brushing against your bottom lip with each rise and fall, but never fully making its way into your mouth. You couldâve groaned at the teasing, yet it somehow didnât feel like that was his intention. It was almost as if he wanted to take his time with you. Prolonging what he could control.
Chan didnât want this to end.
But when he finally pulled away to catch his breath, he looked down at you. Your eyes bright and wide. Showing him exactly every constellation of the universe in those wonderful orbs of yours. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.
âDo you want to go on a date?â
Your brain so rewired from the kiss you didnât even realize you asked him in Spanish. You hadnât meant to ask him out at all in fact, just out to a simple cup of coffee or something, not wanting to be as far away from him as you were these past couple of weeks. But as those dimples appeared on his face againâyou knew you couldnât take it back. It was now or never.
âYou know I have no idea what youâre saying.â Chan could gather it was a question directed at him, but that was the extent of his knowledge.
His face-tinged pink as you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek; âFigure it out, and get back to me.â
God, it was just like you to reel him back in. Without realizing what you were doing, you still somehow knew how to push all his buttons in all the right ways. Just as he was about to lean in again, the door to the apartment unlocked and your team barreled through. Stopping at the corridor corner to stare at the two of you. Their laughter halting just as quickly as their feet. Chan and you quickly created distance from one another.
âHi, ladies.â You gave a small smile as Chan cleared his throat and abruptly stood up. His face turning red as he tucked his hands nervously into his pockets.
âAhem, er, well. Iâll be on my way out!â He gave you an awkward bow before making his way to the door. Bowing nonstop to your team, who was still frozen in place, their bodies moving with him as he attempted to escape.
âChan?â His head popped from around the corner. The poor man looked like a bat out of hell. Two parts of equally embarrassed and terrified, with his face turning crimson and his eyes wide with fear. His body language was tense, as if he didn't know what to do or where to go. Trying to hold back your chuckle, you nodded towards the kitchen counter. âYour jacket.â
âAh, right right!â He bustled past your girls, more awkward bows as he grabbed his jacket and returned to the doorâmaking a haste retreat out of the apartmentâleaving you to clean up the mess. How sweet.
Your youngest turned to you with wide eyes. A deer trapped in headlights. The other two just had their mouths open, staring at the closed door. As if their minds were tricking them to see the Bang Chan leaving their living room in a hurry. âSo, um...â you clap your hands together and gesture to the takeaway on the counter.
âAnyone hungry?â
"Are you sure youâre getting the pronunciation right?â
Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung were gathered around Chan, their eyes glued to his laptop screen as they tried suggestions to type into Google Translate. It's been two days since you told Chan to âfigure it outâ, and though he thought the question was harmless, it was eating away at him. Tossing and turning throughout the night, there was nothing else he could fully focus on. His dorm mates found him hunched over his keyboard, furiously typing away, trying his best to decipher your phrase late at night when they decided to help in any way that they could. Between the four of themâit was just one brain cell rotating back and forth at midnight.
âHow many different ways is there to type out this word?â Chan grumbled as Changbin pulled out his phone.
âDepending on the context, about three. Each one meaning different things somehow?â
âDear, God!â Chan groaned and held his face in his hands. Hyunjin patted Chanâs back sympathetically.
âYou know what you have to do.â
âNo, noâanything but that.â Chan turned his head to face Hyunjin, his brows scrunched together in frustration. Not wanting to admit defeat. Jisung sighed and put his hand on Chanâs other shoulder.
âWeâve been going at this for hours--â
âTen minutes.â Changbin corrected Jisung.
â--for what feels like hours.â Jisung rectified, âYou have to put your big boy pants on and call her.â
âItâs almost one in the morning--â
âHyung,â Changbin groaned. âStop being a baby and just call her. We all know sheâll be up. Sheâs practically an owl.â
Chan swiveled in his chair as he watched them leave his room one by one. âWait, waitâplease donât! We can keep trying Google!â Jisung mouthing a âsorryâ before he closed Chanâs bedroom door. Leaving him to do the one thing he knew he would never hear the end of.
Pulling out his phone his finger briefly hovering over the contact before sighing and hitting the video call button. It rang once, twice, and on the third ring he was met by a zoomed in eyeball on his screen.
âFor fucksâ sake, Hannah, can you be normal for once?â
Hannah held her phone out at arm's length, giving full view of her in her bed. Some journals and crumbled up pages littered her bed giving indication that she was up late trying to express herself in her own creative process. Apparently, insomniac gifted night owls ran in their bloodline. âGeez, youâre in a mood,â Hannah grumbled as she sat up in her bed, âWhatâs up?â
She listened as her older brother described the events from two days ago. Chan tried to ignore the growing grin on her face as he continued on, trying his best to pronounce the words you whispered to him to the best of his ability. âSo,â Chan fell into his bed with a âthumpâ. His head hitting his pillows as he stared up at his phone, holding it above him as he waited, âwhat did she ask?â
Hannah continued that shit eating grin of hers as she sang her next words; âChannieâs got a girlfriend~â
âHannah--â
âYou like like her, huh?â Hannah talked over Chan as he just rolled his eyes. Proving his case and point that he was going to regret this call.
âHannah, for the love of God. Can you just tell me?â
âIâm sorry what was that?â Hannah cupped her ear and feigned confusion. âI think you were missing a word or two there. Probably bad cell connection.â
Tricky little--
âHannah,â he replied as nicely as he could through his gritted teeth, âcan you please tell me what she said.â
âI believe my name is âsister-that-is-always-right'.â
âIâm hanging up--â
âWait, wait!â Hannahâs giggles rang through Chanâs speakers as one hand still held his phone above him and the other hovered over the âend phone callâ button on his screen. âOkay, okay! Iâm sorry.â
âGeez,â Hannah gave her brother a knowing look, âyouâve got it bad, huh? Sheâs got you all in a tizzy.â
âHannah, its late. And I havenât slept in two days. Can you please just--â
âShe asked you out, idiot.â
More laughter from the speaker could be heard as the phone slipped from his fingers and fell square onto his face. Hannah taking a blurry screen shot before it made contactâstill able to see the look of pure surprise, sprinkled with elation, in the candid photo.
A week. One whole week. No text, no call. Pure silence.
As much as you enjoyed solitude, especially when it came to your teammates, you couldnât help but feel at lost from not hearing back from Chan. Your mind was constantly racing, even as you currently sat with your girls on the couch, watching Singinâ In the Rainâyour thoughts were consumed of Chan and his out of character ghosting.
Maybe he couldnât figure it out? Maybe he was busy; he was a global sensation after all. His schedule was probably fluctuating like water. You couldnât blame him. He was living his dream, and there was nothing in you other than pride.
And some self-doubt.
Because as much as you wanted to believe that he was running back and forth like a crazy man, there was still one thought that rang louder than the restâmaybe he just wasnât interested. It wasnât a far-off idea. You knew that all those rendezvous' nights had one unspoken ruleâfor that one night, and those one nights onlyâyou were his and he was yours. But it was never supposed to go past that.
Stupid Chan for being so sweet to you; bandaging your ankle at your most exposed moment and coming in to check on you when you were too embarrassed at yourself and running away from any form of confrontation. You once told DIV studios that you were immune to Chanâs flirtingâbut you never said anything about his affection.
âAh,â your youngest sighed from her next to you on the couch. She craned her head to look at the door after hearing a soft knock. âThatâs probably the pizza.â Without another word, all four of you started to play rock-paper-scissors. Ultimately ending with your loss, and the girls whooping their celebration as you got up and made your way to the door. You opened it without taking a look in the peep hole.
Chan stood there, wearing a black mask to go with his hoodie and beanie. Despite half his face being covered you could tell it was him from the way his eyes crinkled. Was thatânervousness you saw?
âI would--â Chan cleared his throat when you just stood there, unable to form words on your mouth, âI would love to go on a date with you.â
When you didnât speak, he shifted a bit more on his feet. âThatâs um... all I know how to say.â Chan chuckled to ease the tension. You take note how his hands are tucked into the front pouch of his hoodie. No doubt fiddling with his rings anxiously as he shifted in his place. Chan felt like he was back in middle school asking a girl to dance for the first time. Butterflies, knots in the stomach, all the works, were rushing through him.
"Say something, you idiot!â You heard your youngest hiss at you. All three of them are leaning over the couchâs backrest to watch the scene unfolding in front of them. Ears and face flushed all you could do was nod your head. You wanted to speak. Wanted to jump and giggle your way into his arms. But hearing him speak Spanishâeverything in you was so hot and flustered. A hold that you just couldnât bring yourself to get out of.
âGreat--cool,â Chan was glad for the mask. That way you couldnât see him biting the inside of his cheek. âDid you...want to go now?â
âNow?â
âNow?â your girls parroted, and you finally got out of your frozen state to glare at them. Your youngest making a motion of zipping her lips and throwing away the key.
âI have a packed schedule for the rest of the week.â A blatant lie. Truth was, Chan couldnât wait anymore. He wanted to see how this would all pan out. He just didnât want to show just how desperate he was to spend time with you. But the way you bit your lip and stood aside to let him in, he knew that part of you could see through it all. You quickly excused yourself to your room to get ready, knowing that your oversized comic shirt and sleeping shorts would not cut it for a night out.
Your girlsâ eyes narrowed as Chan stood in the hallway. Another awkward bow towards them in greeting as he waited for you. When he first knocked on your door it required all of his resolve to remain in place, as he struggled to overcome his desire to bolt and flee. The intimidation he felt about you potentially passing on the offer was too much, but he pushed through it. The thought of you saying yes outweighed the cons that tumbled through his head. Yet, as he stood under the prying eyes of your team, he felt that same fear overtake him because he knew this wouldnât be a conversation.
It would be an interrogation.
âWhere are you taking her?â
âSomewhere special.â A spot he held close to his heart, he wanted to add, but they cut in before he could express his words.
âLate at night? Why?â One quipped before another added; âTrying to pull something sly on her?â
âWhat? No, I-I, Iâve had a busy schedule--â
âOh, so everything should be based on when youâre available?â
âWhat? No! Itâs just--â
They were going so fast, Chan barely had time to think of a response before the other fired off another question.
âYou think because youâre famous, you can just jerk her around?â Your youngest glared at him. He opened his mouth quickly, but another was quick to intercept him.
âSuch typical male behavior.â
âAlright, thatâs enough!â Everyone quickly turned to you as you stepped out of your room. Putting an end to the girlâs questioning, much to Chanâs relief. You smiled as you leaned over the couch to pinch your youngest cheek before turning back to Chan.
âShall we head out?â
âWow,â is all you could say as Chan lead you to a lone bench. After about a half mile climb up the staircase, the two of you finally reached your destinationâon top of a hill overlooking Seoulâs city lights. With the late hour, the city was asleep leaving the feeling that it was only the two of you in the world. The both of you sat on that bench for an hour or two, just catching up from the week you spent apart. Conversation flowing naturally between the two of you once again. Chan told you that he would sneak up here every now and then to clear his head after working his expected long hours. Everything was quiet enough for him to just detach--but your howls ringing through the clearing was just as welcoming to his ears.
âOkay, okay!â You laughed as Chan had to explain putting his pride aside to ask his younger sister for help. His arm was around your shoulder, pulling you in close as the two of you watched the quiet city below. âSo, you went through all of that, but you didnât think of calling me for like a hint or something?â
âYou said to figure it out!â
âNot if it meant selling your soul!â
Chan chuckled as his grip around you tightened a bit, shaking you as you laughed. His eyes locked on to you; the way your face was red due to the chilly night, the crinkles around your eyes as you smiled, and the way you scrunched up your nose. âFor youâit was worth it.â
God, how much you wanted to pull down that damn mask of his and touch his lips with yours. Everything about this night was perfect. But soon, the clock hit 3am and the two of you decided to head back before your girls decided to send a search team for you. Getting up with a groan, Chan laced his fingers with yours as he led you towards the exit.
Chan noticed the way you stared down at the stairs, your eyebrows pinched together at the thought of having to walk all the way down. He wondered briefly if your ankle was still bothering you. It's been weeks since the sprain, but if you soldiered your way climbing up the steps there was a chance that you were feeling some tension on the tendon. Without a word, he let go of your hand and went down two steps and leaned a bit forward. Casting a glance over his shoulder he gestured for you to âhop onâ. You giggled as you jumped and latched around him like a koala. He feigned a groan at the impact as he adjusted you before grabbing onto the underside of your thighs to hoist you up.
âHey, hey!â Chan giggled as you hooked your chin on his shoulder and blew into his ear. âCut it out or Iâm leaving you here!â
You giggled as you muttered an apology as he continued to descend the steps. Chan hummed as he became your personal lackey, taking in the night sights and the clear star filled sky. Your eyes never leaving his profile as the gears in your head turned; âWhy did it take you so long to say yes?â
Chan stumbled on a step for a second before readjusting you in his grip. âI figured since you asked me in Spanish,â Chan kept his gaze focused on the trail ahead, âthat I should reply in Spanish.â
âYou practiced for days to get it perfect, didnât you.â
The embarrassed chuckle from Chan was all confirmation you needed. And, though you didnât think it was possible, you felt you heart swell as you snuggled closer to his nape.
âDid we not have a great date?â
âWe did.â
âAnd now itâs coming to an end.â
âIt is.â
âThen--,â you huff and cross your arms across your chest. Chan smiles and leans his shoulder against your door, looking down at you as you pout and look anywhere else but at him. He could tell that you were trying to pull something out of him. What it was he wasnât exactly sure, but seeing you turn red, and struggle was entertaining to watch. You were being cute.
To both of your disappointment; the evening was coming to an end. And despite your subtle attempts to pull some physical intimacy from Chan during the car ride back to your dorm, Chan was doing his very best to hold himself back in anyway that he could.
âThen?â Chan grinned down at you. His fingers lightly grazing your chin and tilt you head up towards him.
You finally bit your lower lips and looked up at him. Yes, you were beating around the bush. But him? He was just fully toying with you. His Libra was showing. âThenâŠ
Why havenât you kissed me?â
It felt like everything was going backward. Ever since he asked you on this date, it felt like he was trying to distance himself. Holding back in any way that he could. But that wouldnât be it--would it? The way your eyes kept roaming to his lips throughout the night shouldâve been more than enough to hint at what you wanted most. Unlike Chan, you were not holding back. You craved anything he was willing to give. He caught you--hook line and sinker.
Chan took note of the way your breath hitched as his hand reached out to place a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your cheeks flushed as he slowly closed the distance. His hand now sneaking behind your head to hold you still as his lips press flush against yours. Once he felt you bring your body against his own, the desperation between you both became almost palpable. Chan's hand found its way to your waist to make sure there was no space left, while the one holding the back of your neck tightened around your roots. The tension caused some slight pain, causing you to moan against his kiss.
âDo youâŠâ You attempted to catch your breath. Despite breaking away from the kiss, neither of you made a move to detach from one another. His grip on your waist tightened as he subtly tried to rub himself against you. Chanâs restraint was slowly dissipating at finally having contact with you after all this. âDo you want to come in?â
Chan groaned as he felt you press your pelvis even harder against him. All the teasing was thrown out the window. All he could think about was how long it had been without feeling your bare body against his. But he knew better. There was something he wanted more than just another night of passion.
He wanted you.
âNo,â Chan shook his head before placing a small peck on your forehead. âI--I want to do this right.â
You were checking your phone every hour. You hated to admit just how much of a hold Chan had on you and yet here you were-- waiting at a bar entrance when he texted you in the middle of the night that he was finally free to meet up. It was a long week since your first date with Chan, who was immediately busy with album prep the very next morning. Being the sweet man he was, he promised to take you out for a drink to make up for it. Though he really didn't need too. You constantly teased him over the phone that you no longer wake up to your alarm, but to the sweet -cheesy- texts that he sends every morning. Or over the fact that he video calls you right before bed, his snores filling your room even when miles apart. A gentle reminder that he hasn't forgotten about you despite the conflicting schedules.
"Five minutes," the text on your phone read, "Felix and Jeongin decided to pop by to convince Bin and the others to join them for barbeque - be there soon!"
So immersed in trying to find the perfect gif as your reply back, you didn't notice the lone man who was smoking a cigarette, eyeing you. He slowly made his way over, and when you finally spotted him from the corner of your eye , you gave a small polite smile as he attempted to start conversation with you. You let him drunkenly flirt with you - again-just trying to be polite. And from the way he was holding the conversation he didn't seem to be a threat of any sort. So you laughed at his attempts to flirt, stumbling over himself constantly whenever he would meet your eyes. "Sorry," he mumbled as he scratched the back of his head , "I'm usually better at this."
"It's okay," you chuckle softly, "but I think it's best to let you know that I'm not looking for anything right now.â
"Ah," the man gave an embarrassed smile ,"should've known someone as pretty as you would have a boyfriend.â
It was an innocent comment, but it threw you off guard for a moment, and your thoughts were thrown into a silent chaos. Being in training for a majority of your life, it wasn't like you had full experiences in relationships. Some kisses and fun here and there, yes, but you never had the chance to dive into the world of dating. Chan and you only had one date, and he did say that he wanted to do this right-- did that constitute a relationship in his eyes? It did in yours, but was that enough to have his eyes not stray? To shoot down someone whenever they would come up to him and drunkenly try to shoot their shot?
A hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to their side, stopped your thoughts from spiraling. Your head inclined to see that profile you had imprinted into your mind as he carried you down those steps without breaking a sweat. Despite the mask covering him you knew who it was-- however, that crinkle around his eyes was gone as Chan glared at the man you were speaking too. "She does," he growled uncharacteristically. A warning to the man as he claimed what was his. Chan didn't give the man a moment to respond as he looked down at you, his dark eyes finally shedding some light as his gaze locked with yours. "You ready to head in?"
Even though it was a question, Chan didn't allow you to answer as he guided you the opposite way down the sidewalk. Walking right past the bar he invited you out to. "Wait aren't weââ
âChanged my mind," Chan grumbled as he kept leading you down the sidewalk. âToo many drunk idiots. I know a place we can sit and eat. I'll buy you as many drinks as you want, or all the galbi you can eat? I know a joint that also makes really good jerkyââ
When you paused in your tracks, some anxiety washed through Chan. Did he take it too far? He couldn't help it seeing someone trying to make their move on youâ
âYou called me your girlfriend,â a cheeky grin plastered on your face. Chan felt his checks heat up and he cleared his throat to turned to look away. His hand never leaving your waist.
"Technically, I just confirmed that you have a boyfriend."
Without missing a beat you stepped in front of Chan and lowered his mask to rest on his chin. You made sure to tuck his hoodie over his head to cover his face from prying eyes even though it was late at night and the streets were virtually empty. Chan gulped as you stared right at him. Not at the physical body standing in front of youâat him. "Say it," you breathed out. Chan had to steady his heart as you spoke. It wasn't a request, but a demand. Your hands staying on his hoodie as you waited for him to comply.
"You have a boyfriend," he gave a cheeky grin back as you groaned. Knowing exactly the words you wanted to hear, but decided to tease you just a bit.
"Chanââ
"You're my girlfriend.â Chan placed his hands back on your hips and absent-mindedly traced little circles just above the trim where your skin was slightly exposed. He suddenly felt nervous as he realized he was just staking a claim without talking to you about it. But the way you were almost begging to hear those words, let him know that you wanted this as much as he does. Yes, you only had one date. But the months leading up to that were the best months he had in a very long time. "And if you want, I'll be your boyfriend ..."
As you stayed quiet, he felt those damn nerves coming back up. He tried to gauge your reaction as you just stared at him, but got nothing. " What?" he joked to lighten the tension and his anxiety. "Want me to say that in Spanish toââ
Using the grip you had on his hoodie, you pulled his head down towards you and crashed your lips against his. His little squeak of surprise was muffled as your tongue grazed his bottom lip to ask for entrance. The circles he was tracing stopped immediately as he tightened his grip around you and pulled you closer. Deepening the kiss as much as he could without it being too inappropriate out in public.
You whispered against him as the two of you finally parted for air. "Let's get out of here."
Dinner was forgotten as Chan practically ran the two of you back to his dorm room. Your shirt was ripped off of you the moment he closed his bedroom door with his foot. Chan grinned wildly as you parted from his flushed lips to kiss his neck, trailing your little love bites more and more down south until you fully rested on your knees before him. Watching excitedly as your fingers made quick work of his confines and taking him into your mouth. As your eyes batted up at him, Chan let out a shaky breath and rested his head slightly against the wooden door. You couldn't contain your moans around his length as his fingers threaded your hair, gently guiding you to take him all the way to the back of your throat. Nose pressed to his pelvis.
Hearing you gag around his growing cock made his hips buck. Your hands found the back of his knees as he continued to rut into your filthy mouth. Your roots being slightly tugged as he tried to ground himself. The feeling of your tongue rolling around the underside of him while you suctioned in your cheeks to create a vacuum almost had him unraveling in you right then and there.
"Look at you," Chan cooed as your eyes pooled tears from his intrusion, "all desperate from calling you mine."
He pulled on your strands, your mouth leaving his erection with a wet 'plop', to have you standing upright before him. Your lips were parted as your chest heaved to take in deep breathes. Face flush and lips swollen he felt his cock twitch at your fucked out expression. You could've sworn you heard a growl escape him as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around him instinctively, lips crashing against yours and threw you on his bed. You discarded the rest of your clothes as Chan watched you, licking his lips. He could still taste himself from the residue on your lips. Ready to pounce and devour you, as if his eyes weren't already doing that enough.
"What?" Your teasing tone brought Chan out of his predatory gaze. He watched as your fingers trailed down to your core. Lightly grazing your folds, enticing him as you spread your arousal around. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Don't worry," Chan purred as he crawled onto the bed. His mouth hovering right above your mound, breath tickling your skin. "There's only one cat that has the pleasure of my tongue right now."
You gripped his sheets as soon as his tongue made contact with your bundle of nerves. Wasting no time to insert a finger to prep you. Not that you needed it, he moaned at the thought, you were already so wet. Just ready for him. All for him.
With another finger, he curled against your walls, setting the exact pace that he knew you loved. His palm keeping that delicious pressure against your clit as he moved his body up to catch a nipple between his teeth. Sucking onto it as if he was expecting something to come out of it. The thought had you reeling as your hand found his head. Holding him close against you as your hips ground against his fingers.
'I would love to go on a date with you'
'No, I want to do this right.'
'I wanted to make sure you're alright. '
Simple little sentences here and there. Words formed by the man that made you absolutely weak to your knees. Each one lead you to where you were right nowâclosing in on your orgasm with the most perfect man practically worshipping you.
"Chan," you whimpered, "Channie, need you in me."
Need to come around you.
The words you didn't say. But as Chan removed his lips from your breast and glanced up at youâhe knew. Knew how much you craved something more than his digits to take you all the way. That you needed that stretch that only he could provide.
You squeaked as he ripped his fingers from your depths, grabbing your hips, and practically throwing you onto your stomach. He growled as you rested on all fours, arching your back and presenting yourself instantly, his teeth biting your cheeks and finally leaving those marks he desperately wanted to give you in the Inkigayo supply closet. The same growl that vibrated through him when he spoke to the man that flirted with you outside the bar earlier tonight.
Deep and guttural. Almost feral.
You almost came right then and there.
Chan and you hissed as he pressed his tip against your entrance. Chan's hand coming to the curve of your back and gently guiding you to bend a bit further for him. Your check rested on his mattress as he rubbed up and down your folds, coating himself with your arousal. "You gotta let me in," Chan teased as he experimentally pressed into you again. Still to no avail. All those weeks without one another made you lose the shape of him it seemed. Chan clicked his tongue and pressed a kiss on your spine. He didn't mind; it just meant he had to keep reminding your body. He'd gladly do so all night long if he had too.
You, on the other hand, we're starting to get frustrated. You needed him in you, it's been far too long without you wrapped around him. Your fingers, the toys you hid in your room, nothing compared to this. To him.
You pushed against him, mind too foggy to even care about the burn. Thoughts were wholly consumed of him. Chan moaned as he felt himself slightly press into you. "Careful,â he hissed as he grabbed your hips to stop you, "you're going to hurt yourself."
You turned to look over your shoulder. Your hair that was once pulled back for the date was coming undone. Strands were thrown around your face. Completely disheveled.
"Don't care."
Chan felt something in him snap. Those two words were all he needed to push himself entirely in you in one thrust. You practically screamed, and Chan was quick to wrap his hand around your mouth to muffle you. His hip never stopping their pace as he leaned down to groan in your ear; âIf you don't keep it down, the kids will hear you."
By the time the two of you entered the shared dorm, the rest of his roommates had already returned from their time at the barbeque and were deep asleep in their rooms. Guess they decided against a big meal and went out for something quicker. So, you did your best to keep it down as much as you could. But by God, was that one of the most difficult things to do as Chan kept reaching the deepest part of you. Scratching that itch that you haven't been able to reach yourself for months.
Chan hoisted you up once he felt your walls adjust to him, hand still on your mouth as your back pressed flush to his chest. The other wrapping around you to rub messy circles against your clit. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your thighs spasm, pure unadulterated ecstasy coursing through your veins. Your mouth hung open as you panted heavily into his palm. The loud moans that escaped you were traded out with small whimpers. Silent little pleas for Chan to take you there.
His lips never left your skin. Kissing on your neck, jaw, earâanything that he could latch onto so he could muffle his own noise. Only allowing the slaps of his thighs against yours to fill the room.
"Are you close?â Chan groaned in your ear. He could feel you clenching around him, closing in on your orgasm. "Where do you want it, stomach or behind?"
You shook your head at his question, whimpering against him. Neither of those is what you wanted. Him. You wanted him.
Chan felt his brow furrow slightly. This was a first. His hips slowed as the pieces of the puzzles came together. "Oh, oh?"
He withdrew entirely, earning a grumble of protest from you, and flipped you to lie on your back. He couldn't deny that he wanted it as well, and he'll be damned if he couldn't look you in the eyes as you felt his warm seed enter you for the first time. Chan's hand rested gently on your lower abdomen, kneading the skin underneath his fingertips. "Is this where you want it? Here?"
You didn't know it was possible but you could've sworn a mini orgasm washed through you as you heard him ask in Spanish. Chan chuckled quietly as he lined back up with you and gently pushed in until he was nice and snug in your warmth. Hand still on you, "I guess I can oblige. After all this is mine, right?"
"Yes, yesââ You instantly replied as he picked up his pace again. Chan's mouth finding yours in a messy kiss. The gentle touch of his palm turned into a pressure as he started to push down. No words could explain the obscene thoughts that went through his head as he felt himself move through you. He breathed in your moans that grew louder and louder with every thrust.
A crescendo as the waves of pleasure rolled higher and higher. Until it all came crashing down. Your hands found the back of his head, holding him close, as the surge flooded your mind, body, and soul with pure white hot ecstasy.
With the pressure of you holding him tight, on both ends, Chan found himself releasing deep inside you. Coating you with the very warmth you've yearning for months. Claiming everything he ever wanted.
As the ripples started to quell between the two of you, you and Chan finally parted for air. You couldn't help but give a teasing grind of your hips, earning a hiss from Chan as he pulled gently out of you before collapsing on the bed next to you face first.
"What are you doing?" You laughed as Chan just groaned in response.
âThat was so good, I think I died.â His voice came muffled though his sheets. You propped yourself on your elbow on the bed before smacking your palm down on one of his cheeks. Your laughter roaring through the room as he squealed before turning on his side to find you looking down at him with that shit eating smirk. "Come here," he laughed before pulling you to lay on his chest.
Your head laid on his bare chest, listening in to his heart beat and the air that flowed in and out of his lungs. Chan's arm wrapped around you as one of your free hands traced idle circles along his collarbone, the other resting under his head in the afterglow. âStay," he whispered so softly you barely heard him.
A plea for you to not leave him in the middle of the night like you used to before. "Of course,â you place a small kiss on his jaw before resting your eyes. Afterall, this wasn't a redezvous. This was something more. And for the rest of the night, Chan held you snug against him.
Chan only woke up when the sunlight flitted through his curtains. Groaning he turned to his side, arm stretched out in search for you. Only to be met with his sheets. His eyes flashed open and the dark brown orbs frantically scanned the room. His heart sank when he couldn't find your figure.
You promised.
Dawning some sweats, he made his way to the shared bathroom. Stopping in his tracks when a familiar giggle echoed through the dorm.
"Look who's finally awake," you smile. Chan took notice that you stole one of his hoodies and sweats as you, Jisung , and Changbin sat at the dinning room table. Hair up in a bun, completely tilted off to the side, as if you lived here your entire life. You belonged.
Images of his dream during his time in Paris flashed through his mind briefly.
You giggled as Chan walked around the table to wrap his arms around your shoulders and kiss your neck in greeting. Changbin and Jisung made gagging noises, but Chan just flipped them off before sliding a stool to sit next to you. "What are you guys talking about?"
He took note how your cheeks flushed and looked away from the table. Suddenly interested in the fruit bowl that sat on the kitchen island. Jisung made himself busy by clearing out the dirty plates and walking over to the sink. Deciding it wouldnât be appropriate to have that kind of discussion with his elder. Changbin, however, was a stark contrast from the two of you. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh," Changbin said with a drawl, ânothing much."
"Just trying to see how we can sound proof your room so the rest of the dorm can sleep without any," Changbin casted a glance at you, âinterruptions."
Author's Note: I want to say I apologize for how long this took me! Work, life, and everything in between has been dragging me down and I lost some inspiration during the time away. I want to thank everyone for their kind words for part 1. I do have an idea for part 3. However, I won't have a timeline of when it can be done, since work has been leaving me a bit more drained than I imagined and I'm usually a zombie by the time I get home. Hope you enjoyed it and so sorry it's so long
Summary: In which heart throb K-Pop Idol, Bangchan, just shows you how 'Christopher' he can really be.
MDNI 18+ Only
TW: idol!Chan, IdolTrainee!Y/N(fem!), drinking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, swearing, masturbation, dumification, nipple play (fem!), cum on stomach, PleasureDom!Chan, switch!reader (fem!), pull out, cum on stomach, let me know if I missed anything!
Italics are in Korean. Bold is in Spanish. Rest in English.
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You were still in awe.
You started your career as an idol fairly late in the game, making you older than most. But, when you entered the world of K-pop, you knew this was what you were meant to do. You were already creating music since you were young, and how hard could it be?
Very.
There were days as a trainee when you felt like giving up. You left your friends and family back home to pursue your dream, and after years, you still felt like you were right back at the same spot you started. Never moving. Stagnant.
That's when you discovered Stray Kids. Watching their debut to where they are now. It motivated you.
Then, one day, your company announces that they want you to lead a team. They presented you with suitable candidates for your girl group, but something in you felt like something wasn't right. "Sorry," you apologize to your board. "But, if I may be so bold as to recruit my own members?"
You wanted a family. Craved friendship beyond just another gig. And, well, let's say it worked out very well for you.
This brings you to the present day--standing in DIV studio, surrounded by its members, to do an interview. Your group was just starting out and already doing well. You've posted a couple of dance practices and some ballad covers you performed as a group, tracking some major views across all social media. DIV wanted to be the first to be a part of the soon-to-be international hype.
"You ready?" Eric smiled at you as the crew set up your microphone. You nodded happily. The rest of your group couldn't make it due to schedule. It felt weird not having the rest of your girls around you, but knew this wasn't an opportunity you just passed up.
Time passes, and so far, the interview is going great. It was amazing being around like-minded people. And, it was also nice being able to curse and not have to worry about your 'imagine' among them. They were free to be who they wanted. They wanted to break the mold; conformity was not in their dictionary. It took a while to let your company agree to the interview in the first place, but this was the direction you wanted to take the group. To be yourself and just produce music.
"Okay, so next up is the heart rate challenge." Eric smiled. You were divided into teams; you and Eric vs. Peniel and BM. The winner would be dubbed by the lowest combined heart rate.
"You're going down!" BM teased as Peniel hyped him up in the back. You grin brightly.
"Considering you boys are literally jumping around before the monitor is even placed, I think it's safe to say we'll win."
"Oh okay, that's how it's gonna be??" Peniel laughed. "Then let's make a bet; the loser buys everyone barbeque!"
Eric and you agreed in a heartbeat. You were already craving galbi and rice. Peniel essentially just bought the dinner you were going to buy tonight anyway.
As the heart monitors are placed, you try your best to stay calm. You were an anxious person in general, but when push comes to shove, you always had a way of relaxing yourself.
Peniel and BM went first. Eric and you teased them relentlessly during their time duration of 5 minutes. Peniel started blushing during his time up when you started throwing winks and kisses his way. Their combined score was 250.
"That's not far!" Peniel groaned as the video crew asked for a short break to recalibrate their equipment. "She's too cute, like how does someone not get flustered?"
"It's all fun and games in love and war," you winked at him. Everyone laughed except Peniel, who just took out his phone and pouted. His fingers typed furiously on his keyboard. Once it was time to get the cameras rolling again, Peniel had a knowing smirk on his face. You couldn't help but wonder what he was concocting. You just knew he was plotting his revenge against you.
Eric went first. Despite the constant harassment Peniel and BM gave him, you couldn't help but laugh at their jabs. "You're supposed to be on my team!" Eric roared at you at his last 10 seconds on the clock. Despite everything, his heart rate totaled to 120. All you had to do was ignore the comments for a minute. You got this. You sat down in the middle of the floor and crossed your legs, getting in an almost meditative position. The rest followed. Then the buzzer started.
"So," Peniel started as soon as the timer started going. "You learned Korean by yourself, right?"
You shot him a distrusting glance. "Yes..."
Peniel and BM nodded their heads slowly. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very interesting." Eric shot you a glance. He could feel it, too. Based on how the two acted Eric's turn was completely different, they were calm. Too calm. They were up to something.
"One might say," Peniel feigned thoughtfulness by stroking his chin. "You had an interest in learning Korean before you even had thought of becoming a trainee."
Crap. He saw the clip.
Before your group days, you would do little lives here and there. Just want to document your early days and interact with anyone who wants to chat. During that time, you mentioned the real reason you learned Korean was to easily watch interviews without the need for subtitles. Then you casually mentioned how much of a fan you were for a certain boy group. Your fans, which was very little back then, took those clips and circulated them online. Which was fine. It gained some traction that you were a STAY and helped grow your platform. It was a bit embarrassing, essentially admitting that you only learned the language to watch their episodes and lives to get full context. But, hey, it also helped you get to where you are today.
Getting bullied by two idols so they don't have to pay for your dinner.
"Yes, Peniel. I learned Korean so I can watch Stray Kids' interviews live." You roll your eyes but keep track of where your monitor is. 95bpm. Not bad. So long as you stayed below 130, that galbi was yours.
Peniel and BM continued to stroke their chins. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very... Stray Kids fan. Very cool"
Peniel held up a finger before leaving the room. You looked around at the crew, confused. Eric laughed and peered after him; "Where is he going?"
His question was answered as Peniel stepped back into the room with a shorter figure behind him. You moved around to peer behind Peniel, and when you locked eyes with the guest, your heart rate shot up. 110bpm.
Eric and BM rose to give a small bow when Chan said his hellos. You stayed still in your place. Embarrassment immediately washed over you. But you took a deep breath in and out, 3 minutes until you can freak out. 3 minutes, and you can process every single emotion you are feeling.
Chan gave you a little wave, his dimples showing as he smiled. Ugh, he might as well shoot you in the heart right now.
"You're not gonna stand up?" Peniel teased. You immediately shook your head. As much as you wanted to say hi, dinner was calling your name. Seeing Chan in the flesh was amazing. But Galbi beat everything at this moment. BM smiled brightly and motioned for Chan to take a seat next to you. How sweet.
2 minutes. 115bpm.
You bowed your head slightly to say hello, still a bit too stunned to speak. Chan gave a small head bow back. "Sorry about this," he chuckled. You told him it was okay, but still unable to make eye contact. Despite that, you knew he looked incredible. He always did.
Focus! You tried to snap yourself out of it and took deep breaths. In and out. In and out.
"So... you learned Korean to watch us live? That's sweet," Chan felt awkward all of a sudden. When Peniel texted him, this wasn't what he expected to be doing during the interview. "How many languages do you know?"
You close your eyes and focus back on the game. Here you were making casual conversation, while 3 other idols were jabbing at you, trying to get your heart rate back up. "Four; English, Korean, Japanese, and Spanish."
"Holy crap, how is it going down?!" Eric looked at the monitor and backed up at you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to maintain a steady rhythm. Everyone but Chan was losing their shit.
You could hear BM jump to his feet. The impending doom of a very large bill drove his heart rate up. "Chan, do something!" He exclaimed in Korean. Chan giggled next to you; "What? What do I do?"
"Hit on her!" Peniel got up as well. All attention is now on Chan. Eric stood up and pointed at the two competitors; "Hey! Hey! You leave her alone!"
You couldn't help but chuckle; "I was subscribed to his bubble. I was in the trenches with the rest of STAY. There's nothing he can say that I haven't heard."
Chan clicked his teeth with his tongue. His eyes narrowed. A challenge. He looked at you, with your eyes still closed, before casting his gaze over at Eric. "Anyway, we can mute our mics for a sec?"
Your eyes shot open.
1 minute. 120bpm.
BM ran over to mute your mic. As soon as he backed up, Chan leaned in close to your ear. His breath tickled your cheek, and you had to close your eyes again. 125 bpm. 30 seconds.
"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."
Chan wasn't expecting you to turn your head so quickly towards him. The way your face flushed. Your eyes wide. Everything about you was making his heart race. You locked eyes with him and felt like you couldn't breathe. This was it. That free galbi was gone.
The buzzer went off.
Everyone turned to the monitor.
129bpm.
You shot up from your seat and hugged Eric. Peniel and BM groaned at their loss. Chan laughed as he watched the two of you jumping around, singing about free barbeque.
He took a moment to sneak a look at you, his gaze traveling up and down. The way your hair bounced with you and how your outfit was snuggling your curves just right. He stood up as Eric said their sign-off. Once the cameras were shut off, the teasing started between the four. Peniel placed his arm around the younger idol and pulled him in a side hug. "It's okay," he reassured Chan. "It's not entirely your fault. A good majority of it. But, not fully."
Chan laughed and rolled his eyes. Everyone came up to thank him for coming over. That's when he locked eyes with you again, giving him a bright smile.
You gave the bow you weren't able to give before, formally introducing yourself. You all talked for a bit until you felt your hunger start to spike up; "Okay, so when are we getting dinner?"
The group settled for a time later tonight so everyone could get ready. BM invites Chan to tag along.
"No no," Chan shook his head, not wanting to impose. Peniel tickled his stomach as the rest of the group tried to get him to agree. You couldn't help but chime in. Part of you being selfish and wanting to spend more time with him and also wanting to get a jab in at Peniel and BM; "Come on, it'll be fun. And free!"
Chan looked at you. It was subtle, but his cheeks turned a bit red. "Y-yea, okay."
Chan made his way back to his dorm. The rest of the members who share the space are away on their own schedules. It was rare for Chan to spend the night alone.
He groaned as he plopped on the couch. He was still a bit jet lagged from flying from NYC back home. Laying his head on the back of the couch, he tried to take a nap before having to get ready to head out for dinner with you and the rest of the group.
You.
His mind was restless, and for some reason, they kept fluttering back to you. No matter how much he tried to push them out, he couldn't stop thinking about your big doe eyes. The way your breath hitched as he leaned in. The perfume you were wearing.
Was it Channel? Gucci? Whatever it was, it was flowery like a spring day. He could still smell it on his clothes oh so slightly.
Biting his lower lip, he got up from his seat and headed to the shower. The warm water was welcoming as he tried to clear his head. Unfortunately, it seemed there was only one thing to rid him of these thoughts.
The amount of guilt he felt once he stroked his cock to the thought of you was soon discarded as his mind wandered even more.
What were you like? Did you relinquish control or demand it? Were your lips as soft as he can imagine? Your mouth--oh God. How would it feel to have it wrapped around him? Were you a moaner? A screamer? Could he scramble your brain so much that you scream for him in Korean? Would you come in multiple languages?
He sped up his pace even faster. Water cascaded down his back as he faced the tile bathroom wall. One hand on the structure to ground him as he lost himself at the thought of you. He leaned his head back as he felt himself building and building. The warm water was a comforting feeling on his scalp.
The way he would take you as soon as you entered the dorm. No words, just a clash of flesh as he stripped you of your clothes and bent you over the couch. He wouldn't waste any time and would just thrust into your--oh God. How would you feel around his dick? How tight--
He muffled a moan as he came on his hand. The shower washed away any evidence of his inappropriate thoughts of you. He panted heavily and stood under the water for a couple of moments, pleasure rippling through him soon to be replaced with an abundant amount of guilt for getting off to someone he barely knew.
Maybe that was the thrill of it. Maybe the thought of having someone who didn't know his ups and downs is what did it for him.
Chan didn't have time to dwell on the thought as the time to meet up was fast approaching. And he hated to admit, but the thought of seeing you made his now softening cock twitch.
By the time Chan arrived at the restaurant, platters and drinks were spread across the shared table. BM and Peniel bought out a room so they could enjoy their meal without prying eyes. Chan could hear them hollering in the room before he even opened the door. His ears rang as they all loudly greeted him.
"Look who finally made it!" Peniel laughed as Chan took a seat across from them. Eric and BM were putting meat on the grill as they said their greetings. Chan couldn't help but scan the room, taking note that you weren't there. He tried to play it cool as he asked if you were running late.
"She texted us saying there was something she needed to finish up at home," BM answered him. Eric couldn't help but wiggle his eyebrows at Chan.
"Why? Scared she might not come?"
"No, no." Chan chuckled awkwardly while looking off to the side. "Was just wondering, is all."
The boys all made cooing noises. A flush of embarrassment washed over Chan at their teasing. Peniel smirked; "Wouldn't blame you, she's gorgeous!"
Chan poured himself a shot of soju, trying his best to drown out their teasing and take the stress away. The three men quit their teasing and talked about mundane things; schedules, new music coming out, and how big the bags under Chan's eyes were.
"I just flew back from New York!"
"Doesn't matter! Ever heard of eye cream!"
They were laughing at one another by the time you entered the room. Everyone stood up to greet you with a bow, and you bowed back. Gesturing for them to take their seats again. "Sounds like a party in here," you smiled as you took a seat next to Chan. He took note of how you wore your hair up in a messy bun, showing off your silver necklace. That flowery smell radiated off of you, and he had to lean a bit to the side so it didn't flood his senses in all the right ways.
"Is that soju or vodka?" You spot a filled shot glass from across the table. "Actually, it doesn't matter. Hand me it."
Chan watched you down the shot with a smile and motioned for Eric to pour you another one. "Hard day?"
The second shot went down a bit smoother and you gave him a grin. "You can say that."
He didn't need to know that the line he whispered in your ear had stressed you out to your core. It was possibly the hottest thing any man has ever said to you. It was all you could think about by the time you reached your dorm. His voice echoed in the back of your mind causing your body to feel hot.
He didn't need to know the real reason why you were late to dinner.
That you were squirming on your bed, rubbing yourself furiously between your legs. Trying to get all the tension out of your body before having to see him again.
And now you were sitting next to him. The man responsible for one of the best solo sessions in your life.
"I mean, I did have to spend half the day with these three." You gestured to the rest of the group who just booed at you. Eric rolled up a napkin and threw it your way, causing you to laugh.
As you and the group ate and drank, the room was beginning to get louder and louder. It wasn't long until everyone became tipsy.
You just finished cooking up your Galbi and offered it to the rest of the group who everyone, except Chan, declined. You used the tongs to bring it over to his plate before attempting to cut it. "Damn things," you huffed under your breath. The scissors were dull and worn out. Trying to cut through the meat was as effective as slicing a rib-eye with a spoon.
"Here," Chan grabbed the tongs and scissors from your hand. Despite the very brief time that his fingers brushed yours, you couldn't help but blush a bit as he gave you your half. You didn't have time to feel embarrassed as you caught Eric eyeing the two of you. He had his fingers interlaced and resting his head on them.
"You two look cute together~"
"Shut up," you mumble and grab some kimchi to add to your plate.
Chan sat quietly next to you. He plopped some food in his mouth, the best excuse he had to not comment. BM chuckled before pouring another round of drinks. "What did you say to her anyway? Peniel was screaming so loud I couldn't even hear it."
The two of you were sitting so close to one another, that you could feel Chan stiffen next to you. No doubt, wanting to avoid another round of ridicule from his colleagues.
"Awe, jealous he wasn't whispering in your ear instead?"
That snarky reply was all it took for the other two boys to holler and tease the living crap out of him. As the night progressed, soon talk of continuing the party commenced. Chan mentioned he had a free dorm tonight.
"You in?"Â Eric asked you. You looked up from your plate of Galbi and rice. You were so distracted by your plate that you didn't realize they were all waiting for your answer. You hesitated. You obviously had this attraction to Chan since the interview. Hell since even before you became a trainee. The frustration of him being so near, mixed with alcohol, might just be the equation for something disastrous.
Chan bit his lower lip while sneaking a glance at you. He knew it was stupid to invite everyone over. To invite you over. He was already feeling the effects of drinking so much, trying to keep pace with everyone. What if he slipped up? Did something that made you hate him?
But then a wonderful thought popped into his mind: What if something amazing happened?
"It'll be fun," Chan gave you his shy grin. Your heart raced as you two locked eyes. How could you say no to that face?
"You got this," you whispered to yourself as you stood in front of Chan's door. It wasn't every day you're invited to a celebrity's apartment. Especially one that you've imagined in bed with when you're stressed out after work. Everyone left in their own taxi after dinner, planning to meet up at Chan's. You stayed a bit behind to make some phone calls to your family overseas, promising that you would be there soon. "Totally normal get-together. Nothing to worry about."
After a couple of seconds, you gather enough courage to knock on the door. A moment or two the door swings open and Chan stands there. God, he looked great with his messy hair, black tee, and joggers. Giving him that ready-for-bed look--
"Wait, were you asleep?"
Chan's face turned red. He was in bed. But he definitely wasn't sleeping.
"They didn't text you? They got a call on the way over, their schedule moved up earlier in the morning so they headed back home."
Oh.
You pull out your phone and groan. "Batteries dead." You just had to make those calls? You knew your mom could talk your ear off.
"Sorry," you put the phone back in your pocket. Taking a step back, you start to head out. "Have a good night."
"Wait!" He couldn't just let you leave. It could be from all the alcohol, but watching you saunter away felt wrong. He wanted you near him. To stay. "It's late... You can charge your phone and call a cab here if you want."
You didn't fight it. You know you should've. Chan was right, it was late. The responsible thing to do would be to go home. But that didn't stop you from sitting on his couch waiting for your phone to charge enough to call your ride. The two of you scrolled through YouTube on his TV, chatting about anything that came to mind as you both sipped on some mixed drinks Chan concocted when you first entered the apartment.
It was weird. Without the others, conversation flowed almost naturally between you two.
"You mean to tell me, you've never watched any of your own fan cams?!" You exclaimed. Chan shook his head and laughed shyly.
"No, it felt weird watching close-ups of myself if that makes sense?"
"You really should, they always look phenomenal!"
You grabbed the remote to scroll through the recommended videos to watch. Chan took the opportunity took look you over for the umpteenth time tonight. Here he was just in joggers and an oversized shirt while you sported a cute long-sleeved crop top and tight jeans. He had to grab the pillow next to him to cover up the bulge he was sporting.
You settled on a music video by RenMakesMusic. The strum of the guitar had Chan bobbing his head along to the beat. The lyrics were a bit dark but meaningful. "This is good," Chan mused. "Turn it up a bit."
You gladly obliged with a smile, pressing the remote's volume button so his subwoofers would have to do some heavy lifting. Music filled the apartment as the two of you watched the video. You didn't realize it initially, but your shoulder pressed against his. You slowly shifted to your right, to create distance not trying to give him the wrong impression, but were surprised when he leaned back into you. It was comforting.
It was right.
"Everything okay?"
Chan's question broke through your mind wandering. You felt your cheeks heat up a bit. "Y-yea, um. Where's the bathroom?"
"Down the hall, to the right."
Chan watched as you made your way to the guest bathroom. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on your backside. Once you disappeared, he leaned further back into the couch and groaned.
What was he doing? Letting you in this late, checking you out when you weren't looking, trying to get any physical contact no matter how little it was. It was stress, it had to be. His schedule has been so hectic lately his body was trying to find relief since his mind was almost running amock. Chan was so lost in thought that he let YouTube play on in the background. Not paying much attention to what was playing.
When you exited the bathroom, you were greeted with bongos and macarenas bouncing through the dorm. Peaking around the corner you spotted Chan leaning against the couch. He had his head back against the rest, his eyes closed. But despite his worn-down posture, he was still tapping his foot to the beat. "Aw, come on--you call that dancing?"
Your voice brought back his focus. His side smile gave you butterflies and you couldn't help but wear your own when he quipped; "Like you know how to dance to this?"
"Alright, Christopher. Get up." You grabbed the remote next to him and turned up the stereo even more. Hopefully, anyone living above or below the apartment wouldn't be able to hear how the bass shook the walls.
His grin widened at the name change. Almost nobody called him that anymore. There was a fine line between 'Chan' and 'Christopher', one that you seemed to be willing to cross.
What else were you willing to do?
Your hand was extended to him as you stood above him from his seat. The gleam in your eye was bright, almost playful. There was this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Bubbly and light. How the light casts around your silhouette made him realize why he felt the way he did when his eyes locked on you.
You were a goddess.
"You just gonna sit there? Come on, get up."
He didn't know what you said, but by the way, you grabbed onto his hand and pulled him from his seat, he knew he was in no position to argue.
You were a tough dance instructor. You corrected almost every misstep in Spanish. He couldn't comprehend your scolding, but he'll be damned to admit that at this point, he was doing it on purpose. There was something incredibly hot about being reprimanded in an unknown language.
"Dear all that is mighty," you sighed. "You're too stiff, loosen up a bit. Here, why don't you take the lead instead."
That caused his brain to malfunction a bit. He stuttered like a middle school kid being asked to dance for the first time. Without waiting for a reply, you grab his hands in yours and guide them on your body. His hold on your waist was firm, but not too tough. He didn't want to scare you away. Not when he was so close to you he could smell your shampoo. Especially, not when you wrapped your arms around his neck and those eyes of yours were peering into his soul as you two stepped to the fast beat.
"Feel how my hips are moving?"
Oh, you bet he does.
Pushing those thoughts away, Chan tried to mimic your movement. "That's better!" You praised it, and it took everything in him not to press his body flush against yours right at that moment. He hated to admit it, but as the next song played, something with a slower tempo, every step you took with him around the living room, he somehow magically ended up closer to you.
This is the part where both of you could blame the alcohol.
You both were too inebriated to notice the fact that your phone was fully charged, that your fingers started to play with the bottom of his hair, or the fact that your faces were so close together. Chan's forehead rested on yours as the playlist finally died down to a softer ballad. YouTube ironically telling you two to slow down. But neither showing signs of listening.
"We...are going down a path you might regret." Chan closed his eyes to help steady his breathing. How were you able to do this earlier today? He felt like his heart was going to combust on the spot.
"That I might regret?" You whispered. Being this close to him felt surreal. You were sure you were about to wake up in your bed feeling very frustrated. "You won't?"
The feel of the pressure of your body was draining all his excitement from his chest to his dick. Another form of pressure was beginning to press against his underwear. A flood of penance sprung as quickly as his blood flowed to his quickening erection. "We just barely met. We don't know each other."
You pull away slightly so you can look up at him.
"Then, get to know me."
Chan knew this wasn't what you meant. But, it was too late to turn back now.
You were half-naked, a trail of clothes leading to his room.
For every question he asked, an article of your outfit was essentially ripped off you. Every question you answered, you returned the favor.
"Favorite food?" Whoops, there goes that necklace.
"Beef jerky with sticky rice." Goodbye, Chan's shirt!
He kissed you deeply and backed you up towards his bed. A brief pause as you fell into the soft cushions and he stared down at you. Your lips were puffy, chest rising and falling as you were trying to catch your breath. As much as he reveled in the thought of you being a goddess, there was something about bringing down a higher power that made him absolutely feral. Breaking you down bit by bit with every question.Â
He climbed on the bed to hover over you, that stupid side smile making another appearance for the night. "That's not exactly a 'food', more of a meal."
"Sorry if I'm--ah. A bit distracted." You close your eyes as he attaches his lips right below your ear. Sucking on your soft skin, not hard enough to leave bruising, but a temporary mark just for his eyes.Â
Biting your lower lip, you happily extended your neck a bit to give him more access. Mind all fuzzy and unable to think as he littered your neck with small kisses. Chan gripped your thigh and pulled it up a bit, lifting your hips just enough to hold you close to his pelvis, kneading your thighs through your tights.
"Need you to focus." He nipped softly at your skin. "How else am I going to learn everything about you?
"Favorite position?" His fingers went under the hem of your tights and helped you shed the last outer part of your outfit. Once it was thrown somewhere across his room, you wrapped the leg he was holding up around his back and used what momentum you could gather to push his back on the bed. His hands instinctively grabbed onto your hips as you straddled him.
Your lips were soft and gentle as you leaned in for a kiss, the complete opposite of the intensity shared just moments before. "Don't care, so long as I'm full."
Chan wasted no time by stripping himself of his joggers and boxers on your behalf. Stifling a moan as best as he could once he felt your clothed core perfectly placed on his growing erection. Guiding your hips to grind against him, he grinned as you threw your head back and sighed in content. Chan rocked his hips perfectly to the rhythm he set against you, providing the much-needed friction you craved.
You were starting to think he was tanking at dancing salsa on purpose.
"Anything off limits?" You couldn't even register that his hands snuck up to undo your bra clasp. He took a second to appreciate the view. Chan couldnât stop himself from using his forearms to prop himself up to latch onto one of your nipples. Licking and sucking at anything he could grab. The mewls coming from your mouth sounded like a song he never wanted to end. Your hand caressed the back of his head, pressing him closer.Â
âJust--mmm. Just donât stop even if I say so.â
Leaving your breast with a wet âplopâ, he stared up at you. You could see the usual gleam in his eyes disappear. They became dark, almost predatory. Chan lifted you off so he could be above you again. He traced your skin from the collarbone down to the hem of your underwear. You arched your back at his touch; âLuckily for you--I like begging.â
Your breath hitched. Surely, he could see the wet stain on your underwear by now.
âAny safe words then?â
Last question.
Chan finger slipped underneath the cloth and played with your folds. The way you squirmed underneath him made him want to ruin you more. The chuckle he let out when you tried to squeeze your thighs together made you feel warm all the way down to your core. Chan was quick to use his body to keep you nice and spread. All for him.
âL-lemonâŠâ
âSorry, couldnât hear you.â Chan slipped the tip of his middle finger in you. âCould you speak up a bit?â
âPendej--mmmphhhâ You couldnât finish your quip. Chan pushed in further until he was knuckle-deep. His lips hovered over yours as he slowly worked in and out of you. You kept arching and writhing as he continued his ministrations, mouth wide open as you let out silent moans.
âAh, ah--I wanna hear you.â Once he added in a second finger, you couldn't contain yourself. Moans were spilling out of you like a pornstar. Even when he kissed you, there was nothing to stop the volume you were outputting. âGood job, baby.â
âOh?â He chuckled as he felt your walls clamp down on him. âDid you like that?â
You couldn't speak as he kept pressing into you, wiggling his fingers against your walls. âC-chanâŠpleaseâŠâ
âSorry, what was that?â He teased as he kissed around your collarbone.
âChanâŠâ
The bastard kept pretending not to hear you. As if he couldn't feel you practically leaking around his fingers and clenching around him like there was no tomorrow.Â
You finally had enough.
Grabbing ahold of his face with one hand, you forced him to look at you. His cheeks smashed between your fingers. âChristopher, I swear to God--if you don't fuck me right now I'm taking over.â
Ah, so you did like to be in charge.
With a grin, he gladly ripped off your panties. He pulled away just a bit, taking in your appearance. Wanting to embed it into his brain for any future sessions he might have with himself later on.
He knew he should've grabbed a condom, but the alcohol was still flowing through him and he couldnât stop himself as he slowly pushed into you. You tried finding words; how big he felt, how full he made you, but all that could come out were whimpers as he groaned and leaned in for another kiss to ease any pain you felt.
The two of you grind against one another. Chan never fully pulled out, keeping himself nice and snug in your warmth. Stretching you out, oh so sweetly.
Chan wasted no time in picking up his thrust as you tapped his shoulder, indicating that he was okay to move. You squeaked as he hooked your knees on his shoulders and leaned down to essentially bend you in half. He was hitting a spot you never felt before; not with previous boyfriends and definitely not with your own toys at home.
âSo fucking tightâŠâ Chan hissed as his pace sped up to the point he was jackhammering into you. His lips found their way back to your neck and kept mumbling about how you felt around him. So tight, so warm, just right. His teeth nipped your ear lobe, desperate to grab onto something but knowing he couldnât mark you up too much. âIs this good, baby? Need it harder, faster?â
When you didnât respond to him, he slowed down a bit and leaned back to stare down at you. His cock twitched when he realized what was happening.
You laid on the bed; eyes glazed over, mouth wide open, cheeks completely flushed. You knew he was asking you a question in Korean, but the words werenât forming in your head like they usually do. âAw,â Chan laughed. âDoes it feel that good that you forgot Korean?â
Chan let up on the pressure so his hand can snake its way to your lips. You instantly latch on to his fingers and suck. Your tongue brushes around his tips, tasting the leftover residue of yourself from earlier. Your knees unhook from his shoulder and fall on either side of his waist. A whimper leaves you as he removes his fingers from your mouth and travels down to rub your clit. Still keeping his thrust with his brutal pace.
âAhhhâŠwaitâŠâ You squirmed and your hand went to grab his wrist. Chan noticed how you didnât pull his hand away despite your pleas. âChan, p-please--too much.â
He kept using your body. Chan could feel you clamping down around his length. âSorry,â he breathed out as he felt the pressure in his balls rising. âYouâre just, hmmmph, too perfect.â
Thatâs what did it for you. The fact that he listened to what you mentioned earlier, and his talk. The crash of pleasure that overcame you was intense. Chan shuddered as he felt your wave around him. âFuck, fuck fuck,â you came with a cry. Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to ground yourself in any way that you could. You were loud. Nothing could stop the curses that flowed out of you as you held him close against you. Chan wasnât far behind; âOh, I-Iâm gonna--â
He pulled out and stroked his cock rapidly around his head, painting your stomach with his warm cum. Of all the art museums he visited around the world--this was by far his favorite piece of work.
The room was filled with both of your heavy pants as he laid in your arms. Once he was able to catch his breath, Chan pulled away from your embrace placing the gentlest kiss on your lips. Humming as you kissed him back. He tried to get up, but you were quick to stop him.
âDonât goâŠâ You pouted. Part of you knew this would be a one-time thing, but another part never wanted this to end. Chan smiled down at you and gave your cheek a quick peck.
âIâm just grabbing a towel to clean you off.â
As he walked off to the bathroom you stared down at the mess on your abdomen. The remnants of the best sex of your life were starting to cake on your skin. It took everything in you to not scoop some up and taste him in your mouth. When Chan returned with a wet cloth, he cleaned you up before plopping onto the bed beside you.
Once you caught your breath, reality set in.
Here you were, all fucked out with a colleague in the same industry. Everything told you to leave. It wasnât like the two of you were in a relationship. It was a rash decision based on a lot of alcohol and dancing. You started to get up, but Chan was quick to wrap his hand in yours.
âYouâŠyou donât have to goâŠâ Chan shifted to lay on his side and stared down to not meet your eyes. Acting all shy as if he didnât fuck the lights out of you just moments before. Your heart melted at the sight.
Slinking back into bed, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. His cheek pressed against the top of your forehead. You could feel his heartbeat against you and closed your eyes.
âYou know,â you sighed. âThis was something I definitely didnât regret.â
âMe âneither.â
As the morning rolled around you woke up to Chan still wrapped around you. His soft snores made you smile. There was something surreal about seeing him so at peace that made your heart flutter. Placing a small kiss on his cheek, Chan shifted slightly and groaned as he stretched a bit.
âMorninâ,â He grumbled but held a smile as soon as his eyes landed on you. Chan wasted no time in pulling you into a kiss. His hands sneaking towards your ass to knead your flesh. His excitement is present against your thigh.
"Somebody's eager," You giggle as he pressed closer to you. Chan smirked as he gently rubbed his morning wood against you.
"You can say that."
"Unfortunately--"
Chan grumbled and hid his face in the crook of your neck. "No, don't say that."
"I was just going to say, that I need some water first." It was true. After all the drinks last night, your head was pounding like never before.
"Okay," Chan smiled and got up from bed to put a pair of boxers on. "Stay put, I'll grab you something to eat too."
Minutes passed as you waited in bed. Surprise overtook you as you heard a pan sizzling and the welcoming smell of home-cooking started to flood the dorm. Dawning one of his shirts, you made your way to the kitchen. Chan's back was to you as he manned the stove. You could see how his back rippled with every movement he made.
You couldn't see it, but a smile crept on Chan's face as he felt you wrap your arms around his midriff. "I thought I told you to stay put?"
"I'm not one for taking orders." You laugh as you hook your chin on his shoulder to peer over him. "Besides," Chan stiffened a bit as he felt your lips hover over his ear. "There's something sexy about a man cooking."
"Oh?" He quickly turned off the stove and turned around to face you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he leaned down closer to your face. "And what about your water?"
It was a frenzy of passion as your lips locked with his yet again. Both of you eager to relive last night in the light of sobriety. "Water can wait," you whisper in between kisses.
Chan easily lifted you, placing you on an open counter. Your legs spread to allow him access to be closer to you. The both of you started to mold into one another as the intensity grows. "I should cook for you more often," He grins as he breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath. He lifted his shirt on you slightly so your cunt was exposed.
"Promise?" You teased as he lowered himself down slightly to bring his lips level to your core. Chan enjoyed the way your head leaned back slightly as you felt his hot breath against you.
"Promise."
The both of you were so entranced with what was about to happen, that you didn't hear the door opening. Only the shrilly scream that bounced around the dorm broke you two apart.
You instantly jumped down from the counter as Chan stood upright, finding protection from behind him. Chan tried using his body to shield your half-naked body from the view of a very frightened Felix.
Not that he really needed too.
The younger member held both hands over his eyes. Groceries bags around him, spilling its contents around the floor.
"Felix?" Chan stuttered as he grabbed a kitchen rag to cover up his erection. "W-what are you doing here?"
Chan gestured for you to run back to the room as Felix was still covering his eyes. You had no hesitation, wanting to escape from the embarrassment. AKA your own personal hell.
"I didn't want you eating alone... I was gonna make breakfast."
Author's Note: Here it is! Please let me know what you think. I'm also open to requests, I really want to get back into writing and interacting more on here. If you'd like to be added to my taglist please interact with this post (linked). Bye~
"If you don't keep it down, the kids will hear you."
Summary: You and your group finally debut! After a heart breaking accident, leaving you feeling less than you've ever felt Chan shows a side to you that leaves you wanting more.
Rating: M, TW under cut
Pairing: BC x Reader, FWB -> friends -> lovers
Italics are in Korean. Bold is in Spanish. Rest in English.
Volume Series: Part One | Part Two | ?
MDNI, 18+ Only
TW: idol!Chan, IdolTrainee!Y/N(fem!), No use of 'Y/N', slight angst, mentions of drinks, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, cunnilingus, swearing, mentions of masturbation, semi-public sex, fellatio, insemination, PleasureDom!Chan, let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 13k
Est Reading Time: 40min
âAlways so good.â
Chan groaned as he kissed your inner thigh. His hands held you nice and steady for him as his tongue glided over your core. Chan had finished just moments earlier, gracing your skin with his release. But, when he saw on your face that you didnât come, he wasted no time in cleansing his palate for dessert. Licking up his remains before traveling down south, you tried telling him that it was fine. That you were just distracted but he didnât let you finish your sentence; âWell, then let me help you relax.â
Your grip tightened on the sheets as you squirmed underneath him. Every time he pulled just slightly away; your hips jutted up to follow him. Craving any form of friction they could get.
It didnât matter how often the two of you would meet up. Your body responded to every touch he could give. Chan made it his job every time to make sure your mind was just as focused as your body was. And it--he--never disappointed.
You werenât thinking as your hand reached out slightly towards his black curls. As if he could feel your hesitation, he nipped around your bikini area. âGo ahead, baby. Use me.â
It didnât take long for you to finish once your hand met the back of his head and did exactly as you were told. Chan had to hold in his smile as you rode out your high, still grinding against his tongue despite all the shaking in your thighs. Ever the gentleman he was, Chan kept you propped up until you finally cooled down. He wiped your essence off his face with the back of his hand. That famous smirk of his never leaving as he crawled next to you in bed and pulled the sheets over the two of you.
You and Chan had this newfound rhythm when it came to your little ârendezvous,â as he liked to call them. Sneaking in and out of his dorm every so often for a quickie followed by some cuddling at the end. You usually slinked out of his arms once his soft snores filled the room, leaving him with that empty feeling in the morning when his alarm went off. Ever since that unfortunate incident with Felix in the kitchen, you kept the shenanigans confined in his room as an unspoken rule. And due to his insomniac schedule, it was easy not bumping into the other members as they're usually already fast asleep. Speaking of sleep--
âYou look like you're about to knock out,â you laughed as his arms wrapped around your waist and held you close to his chest.
âDon't tease me,â he grumbled as he squished his face on the top of your head. âHad to give it my all, okay?â
âOkay, okay.â You chuckled and stretched a bit in his hold. You could feel your body shutting down and knew you should start heading out. You had an early day, with training for your debut schedule starting. It was exciting, but definitely nerve-racking. Your company did not tell you when or where your group would make your debut, just that you should be prepared for it. Exciting. Not exactly helpful, but exciting nonetheless! âI should get going soon.â
Chan heard your words and instantly groaned. He just got you, couldn't he have you for just a little while longer? It felt like most nights without you in his bed were even harder to sleep despite you never being there in the morning. âOkay,â he sighed and pulled back a bit to look down at you. Already planning when he can get you back in these sheets. âYou free for next Friday?â
âCan't,â You shook your head. âMy schedule is crazy this week with practice, I'll barely be getting enough sleep as is. The Tuesday after?â
âFlying out to Paris for a charity event with the kids on Thursday. Probably will stay a week and a half after thatâŠâ
Silence clung between the two of you like his duvet. âSoâŠâ you bit your lip. âIt'll be almost a month then until either of us are free?â
His eyes locked on yours. The grip on your waist tightened a bit as the realization settled over the both of youâa whole month. Chan does not even think it has been more than 4 days without seeing each other ever since this nonverbal agreement started. âYeaâŠâ
Without a word being said the two of you locked onto one another. Pulling and grabbing at each other like one measly month would undo it all. Trying to satiate your hunger in each other until the next time finally rolled around.
Screw it. You'll just sleep during rehearsal break.
âShit!â You huff in frustration as you slump to the training room floor. Your group has been practicing non-stop for the debut. Recently getting word that there was a time slot at Inkigayo with your name on it, your team was pushing every fiber of their being into getting this performance right. All of your team's hard work was paying off and showing. Why else would your company invest in such a big debut? Even the meat suits in tuxes could see the teamâs worth. You couldnât have been prouder of your girls.
If only you werenât the one holding them back.
No matter how much you practiced, you couldnât stick that tumble during the bridge. Your footing kept slipping as you tried to get back up. It wasnât horrible, but it wasnât perfect. One wrong weight shift and you could twist your ankle in the worst way possible. You could already feel the strain on the backside of your tendon.
âLet's take a five,â your youngest waved off the other two girls to grab some snacks before taking a seat next to you. During your time together, the two of you became extremely close and she naturally took the role as your âsecond.â Becoming the person, you knew you could lean on when things got tough. You were made, and trained, to support your girls, but her? She volunteered to support you. âYou okay?â
You nod your head and stretch your foot to help relieve some tension on your ankle. She watches you as you try to brush off her question. âYou seem distracted... More tense than usual.â
For some frustrating reason, your body was refusing to release despite your favorite toys coming out of their hiatus to fill in the time without Chan. She would be tense too if she couldnât orgasm for 2 weeks straight and had another 2 weeks to go.
âIâm fine,â you smile at her. But that little grin of yours didnât fool her. She gave you a look before leaning her head on your shoulder. Giving some comfort in the only way she knew how. You smile as you lean your head on hers.
âIs it a boy?â She said quietly after some time causing you to stiffen a bit. The rest of the group knew that you and Chan had met during the interview. However, they knew nothing else of that night. Even though it was eating you up on the inside.
If word got out that a soon-to-be-debutee and one of the worldâs leading K-pop artist were seeing each other, your groupâs image would be ruined. Even if the two of you werenât together in that way and just used one another to forget the stress of your jobs for the night. That was the downfall to the marketing of the industry. A horrible negative to have the world hear your musicâyour love life was never your own.
âNo,â you fibbed. The younger lifted her head slightly to look at you, not fully believing in your rebuttal, but deciding not to pry any further. The two others returned with a bounty of snacks to last a lifetime. The four of you giggled and chatted as the food was passed around.
âSpeech! Speech!â your youngest smiled at you as she held up her soda can in a make-shift toast. Everyone else followed suit. Comradery spreading amongst the four of you. In one week, everything you worked for will be known. Spreading like a wildfire, your music will finally reach those willing to hear. The long years of being broken down will be worth it. The rise youâve been so desperately craving is finally coming your way.
âSoon, everyone will know our name!â
The dance studio erupted in cheers and laughter. You smile as you look at your three girls, pride racking through you like never before.
Look out world. Ready or not; here you come.
Chan woke up from his bed as he smelled the freshly cooked bacon wafting into his room. A grin spreading from ear to ear as you pushed open the door with your hip, a bed tray filled with homemade cooking spread beautifully was placed across his lap. âGood morning,â you smiled at him as he sat up in bed. âHungry?â
âStarving,â Chan placed the breakfast off his lap and next to him on the bed. The food smelled delicious, but he had something else in mind for his first meal of the day. Before you could even question it, Chan pulled his duvet off from himself and pulled you onto him instead. Your giggles filled his room as one of his hands found the back of your head, pulling you in to plant wet kisses along your neck. His lips then interlock with yours. Bodies molding into one as the sunâs light filtered through his curtains. Finally pulling away, Chan smiled up at you as his hand brushed some falling strands of hair behind your ear.
Seeing you like this, above him and smiling, no thoughts of his day ahead. Just you.
Only you.
Chanâs heart dropped when he finally woke up. It's been 2 weeks since he last saw you. Even in his dreams, he was flooded with visions of you.
Groaning, he turned his alarm off. The back of his head hit his hotel pillow again as he tried to go back to his slumber. Trying anything he could to continue the domestic scene his subconscious created for him. Trying being the keyword. Within a moment of peace, his hotel room door was barged open. Changbin and Jisung happily entered the room, knowing that waking up a sleepy Chan might result in a pillow or two thrown at them. So, as they rounded the hallway corner, they held up a bag of food, and some drinks, as an offering. Hoping to appease the groggy wolf.
âEverything bagel with harvest cream cheese?â Chan glared at them. As they both nodded, Chan sighed and gestured for them to come in. Jisung happily plopped on the bed next to Chan as Changbin laid out the food for the 3 of them.
âStayed up late?â Changbin asked as he pulled up a chair next to the bed. Chan just nodded, still trying his best to wake up.
Jisung took a massive bite of his bagel, tilting his head as he asked a follow up question. His cheeks full, giving his staple chipmunk-pout; âYou okay? Youâve been sleeping less and less these past couple of days.â
âIâm fine,â Chan took a sip of his smoothie. He was trying his best to deal with his insomnia, but itâs doubled ever since their flight into Paris. Most of his nights were spent working on some new tracks, trying to keep his mind distracted. It didnât help that every waking moment flashes of your rendezvous nights kept playing at the worst timing possible. During dance rehearsal, staff meetings, while on the way to a photoshoot; his body would feel hot every time his brain would remind him of the way your lips would wrap around him. âIt's just jet lag is all...â
Changbin and Jisung shared a knowing look. It was a look only life-long friends could partake. A look that knew Chan was bluffing. âWell,â Changbin drew out the word. âwe got some good news and bad news for you.â
âBad news;â Jisung wrapped his arm around Chanâs shoulder before Chan could open his mouth. Knowing he would just complain even more about not getting any sleep. âwe leave tonight. Ah, ahâno no donât you dare!â
Jisung couldnât contain his laughter as Chan groaned and pulled the duvet back over his head. This was the last thing Chan wanted to hear; just as his sleep schedule was somewhat getting back to normal, he gets to sit in a plane and travel back home. Another recipe for more jetlag. What great fun. Jisung tried to unravel Chan from the cocoon he created, but to no avail.
Changbin watched with a side smirk as Jisung tried his best to wrestle Chan out of bed. âThe good news;â Changbin leaned against the chair with his arm crossed. âwe were able to get a time slot at Inkigayo later this week.â
âI heard a certain new group would be debuting that same day.â
Chan peeked from under his covers. You would be there?
Of course, the other members knew of you. Poor Felix had to trauma dump to someone after what he witnessed the morning after your first night together. Chan had suffered tremendous teasing for weeks before they all finally cooled down. But, he knew that despite the hell they were putting him through, they would never let word get out about anything.
It would be nice to see you after these past couple of weeks. To root for you on your big day...
âWhen do we leave?â
Today was the day.
Everything was on the line. You could barely sit in your seat as your stylist finished up on your hair. Your girls were essentially bouncing around the dressing area; adrenaline coursing through them. âHey,â you laughed as you watched them jump on the couches from the vanity mirror to chase one another. âSave the energy for the stage, ladies.â
âYes, all mighty leader,â your youngest giggled as she bounded over to you as your stylist left to clean up her equipment. The rest of the girls followed suit, leaning onto one another to squeeze into the mirrorâs frame. You placed your arms around them as much as you could, squeezing them in even closer. Giggles filling your ears as you looked at your team's reflection; trying to etch the image in your mind forever. âHey,â your youngest looked down at your outfit. Her eyebrows scrunched up together as she pinched the fabric around your shoulder. âThis looks like its fraying a bit.â
Viewing the fabric through the mirror, you could see the garment starting to undo itself. Muttering a small curse, you looked around. Your stylist had already left. Grabbing a safety pin, you tethered the fraction of the fabric together before exiting out of the dressing room. This was no big deal, you had to keep reminding yourself as your anxiety started to rise. All you had to do was find your stylist so they could sew it back up before your time slot.
Everything will be fine. There was nothing to worry about. Everything will go according to--
You didnât have time to squeal when you felt a hand pull you sideways as you were walking down the hall and into a supply closet. Your back pushed against the wall adjacent to the door. A strong hand covering your mouth as the other found its place on your hip. A fluttery feeling in your gut as your eyes adjusted to the dim closet and focused in on the face dawning that dorky grin at you.
âmmphan?â
His grin never left his face as he removed the hand from your mouth to the back of your head; âMissed me?â
Your lips found Chanâs in a frenzy. A fast clash of flesh as every second the kiss was deepened. His hand tangling with your hair and pulling you flush against him. A small groan leaving his lips as your arms snaked around his neck and tugged at his roots. As you pulled away for a breath you couldnât help but tease; âA little.â
Chan gave out a breathy laugh as the two of you clung onto one another. His span of Spanish was fairly low, but loved the way you always let your actions show him exactly what you meant.
His mind wandered about making his dream a reality and littering your neck with his mouth but knew better than to mark you up before your big break. No matter how much he wanted to. Just seeing you here, in the flesh, was more than enough for him. So, he let his hands wander, taking perch right under your shirt just to feel you. Every touch sent warmth through you as you unconsciously arched yourself closer to Chan. A slow rhythm between the two of you grinding on one another formed. Eager to feel anything after the long time apart.
âWhatâs this for?â Chan played with the safety pin on your shoulder. Never stopping his other hand from feeling your curves, now sneaking towards your back to press you even closer. As if this was all but another dream he was going to wake up from.
âStrap is coming loose,â you couldnât help but lean in close to whisper in his ear. Shivers running through him as your teeth lightly grazed his lobe. Something was taking over you, something that you couldnât explain. It could be from the long weeks of not seeing him, or the stress of having to perform soon. âCanât have a nip slip on today of all days.â
Chanâs hand went from the safety pin to your ass. Kneading it softly as he guided you to raise your leg so he could press his clothed bulge on your core. The pressure making your head lean back on the wall, sighing from the contact. âI donât know,â Chan smirked as he placed small kisses on your shoulder. âI wouldnât mind seeing that.â
âDirty boyâ
That was a word Chan knew well. It somehow became his nickname after every rendezvous night. It was almost a Pavlovian response as he felt his boxer space start to constrict as he grew. It took everything in him to pause for a second. You were breathing heavily, eyes half lidded as you gazed up at him. Your smile sending butterflies throughout his body. âMaybe,â Chan bit his lower lip, âyou can show just me? Hmm, later tonight?â
You didnât mean to nod your head as quickly as you did. Your enthusiasm pulled a chuckle out of Chan as he placed a soft kiss against your lips before taking a step back so you could fix yourself. "Break a leg,â Chan smiled as you fixed your hair and went towards the door. âWeâll be rooting for you.â
As you were about to say your thanks, the closet door swung open. Chan pressed himself as flush as he could against the wall. The door blocking your stylistâs view of him. âWhere have you been?â She scolded as you just stood there rigidly, trying your best to not cast your gaze at Chan who was doing his best to blend in with the drywall. âThat little beast of a girl said you were looking for meâwhat are you doing in here?â
As she tried to peer into the closet, your hand flew to the side of the door to hold it in place. Blocking her view of Chan. âNothing! Justâtrying to see if there was a sewing kit since I got lost and couldnât find you.â
She looked like she didnât believe you, but she, and you, were on a timeline so she really couldnât care less. Huffing, she grabbed your wrist and started guiding you back down the hall towards your dressing area. Chan had to contain his laughter as you casted him a terrified look before stepping out with the slightly-horrifying-older woman.
âWhere did you run off to?â Minho grinned as Chan reentered their private dressing room. Everyone was lounging around on the couch as the group waited for their time slot. And these boys werenât made for sitting still. So of course, they turned to teasing Chan as soon as he stepped in. Lucky him.
Taking a quick look around the room and confirming there were no cameras amongst the group, Chan casted a glare at Minho; âShut up.â
âOr what?â
âMinho,â Hyunjin laughed from his seat, âdonât get him mad. Please. Youâll get him cranky.â
Minho rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch; âHeâs been cranky this past month. What difference will it make?â
âBut you donât have to share a wall with him when he decides to take that anger out on--â
âHey!â Chan laughed and threw a pillow at Hyunjin to cut him off. Jisung, who was just starting to rest his eyes before their performance, shot up and covered Jeonginâs ears with his hands who innocently asked; âTaking it out on what??â
Changbin was a giggling mess as Chan bounded over to Hyunjin to playfully wrestle him on the couch. Once they settled down, Changbin commented, âSeriously, have you considered sound proofing?â
Chan groaned as he covered his face in his hands from embarrassment. The rest of the members laughing and poking fun at him wherever they could. The only pause of the teasing was when Felix shushed everyone and pointed at the TV. Your group had been announced and was walking the stage. The team settled down on the couch, Felix turned up the volume as they watched you interact with the crowd. A sensation of warmth mixed with a little pride filled him as you worked the crowd into getting excited, even though a vast majority of them didnât even know your name. Laughing as the youngest in your group was behind you mocking you, causing you to send a glare her way. The room erupting in a chuckle as the two of you feigned a fight as the staff was setting the last of the stage up.
âSheâs spunky,â Seungmin chuckled from his seat on the couch.
As you and your team got on your marks, music played. A beat that brought the room to sway a bit to in their seats. The choreography started, as did your time to shine, and Chan was completely immersed in the performance. The way you sang, your hips swinging to the music until your next verse, you flashing your beautiful eyes directly into the camera. Christopher knew it was for the audience at home once everything was edited, yet somehow it felt that it was all for him.
The bridge came on, a cute little dance to showcase each member and bringing it in together for a cohesive formation. Before the chorus started up again, the team tumbled on the floor before popping right back up. You did as well, and to the naked eye everything seemed to be going along perfectly. But in the room, everyone leaned a bit forward as you came back up. It was almost instant, the flash of pure pain across your face, before you went back into work mode and continued on. A look of pain that everyone in the dressing room knew a little all too well.
The song ended and you waved. Your youngest immediately finding you to hold you by your waist and help guide you down the stage before the audience could catch on.
âDo you think sheâs--â, Felix turned to look at Chan, but he was already gone. â--okay?â
âStupid, stupid, stupid!â that little voice in your head rang as your manager and team helped you to the room. Your ankle was starting to swell and turn purple with every step. The tumble you had practiced on for so long, still proved to be too much for your body. Everyone suggested leaving it out, but you insisted that it made the choreography even more amazing, and part of you wanted to prove that your team â you â could do it. You didnât want to hold them down.
Chan stood for a moment at the door frame of your waiting room. The crew of Inkigayo, upgraded your team to a private area after you hobbled off stage for some peace. You were on the couch, hands covering your face as you let quiet tears fall. Feeling overwhelmed with the adrenaline of the performance and having to hide your pain--it was all too much. The rest of your group decided to give you some space, seeing that despite their attempts to cheer you up they were doing no good. He gave you a moment to brush the tears aside and notice him.
âChan,â you sniffled and blinked away any water that was pooling at your eyes. âIf youâre here to tell me how âgreatâ I did--I donât want to hear it.â
âOkay,â Chan leaned off the door frame and made his way over to you. Your usual smile was replaced with a frown as you watched him close the distance between the two of you. Irritation was overtaking you from all the coddling from your teammates and management. Telling you that you did great, despite the slip-up and injury. That you kept your composure the entire time and no one in the audience could tell. That the debut was a hit! All those compliments fell on deaf ears--your own thoughts were too loud and massive to even take note of what everyone else was saying. Only focusing on how you screwed it up. You were supposed to be the leader. And the first time to show the world what your team was made of--you were the one to fuck it all up.
âChristopher,â you growl. âI mean it. Iâve had enough pity for a lifetimeâŠâ
âI know.â
You watched in silence as he knelt on the floor next to you to slip off your shoe on your injured leg. Holding it steady, he pulled out a compression wrap from his pocket and started to gently dress your ankle. âI always keep one on hand,â he said quietly as if he was scared to spook you. âHad a nasty slip back in my early days, learned to always keep a small first aid kit lying around.â
Chan made the last wrap around your ankle, making sure the elastic was nice and snug to give you any support you needed. Grabbing a pillow from the armchair next to him, he set it next to you and guided you to lay your injured foot on it. âKeep this elevated.â
You sniffled a bit as he grabbed some tissues on the coffee table and dabbed around your cheeks, cleaning up any make-up smudged from your tears. His eyes were focused on wiping away any evidence of your fears. But you? You couldnât keep your eyes off him.
The way he took his time caring for you made you feel something you hadnât felt with Chan before. Warm; a weird bubbly sensation in your gut that made everything twist and turn. It was different from all the times spent with Chan during your nights together. It was a deeper connection. One that scared you, but you didnât want to lose the feeling of either.
âI have to go,â Chan put the tissues aside and stared up at you. He cupped your cheek, his thumb running softly against your skin. He didnât want to go. Itâs been so long since heâs last seen you, not counting the supply closet, and seeing you down like this made his heart hurt. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and chase those fears away. Chan wasnât a stranger to those inner thoughts; that self-doubt that clouded every fiber of your own being. But his time slot was coming up soon. âYouâll be okay?â
âYeaâŠâ
Chan stood up and made his way back to the door. âChan?â You called out. When the two of you locked eyes, you bit your lower lip. It almost broke you to show him, or anyone, your most vulnerable state. It was different than when the two of you were in the sheets. This was somehow more personal. More intimate.
âThank you.â
âAre you sure you donât need anything?â Your youngest looked down at you, concern etched in her face. The team was invited to film an interview at Lotte World, and though your injury was manageable, your manager was concerned that being on your feet for a long period of time would just worsen your condition. The rest of the group was already loaded into the van waiting outside, but your youngest kept leaving the dorm only to return to check in on you. Like a little lost puppy who only wanted to bring comfort. You couldnât help the side grin that came across your face as you pinched her cheek, causing her to wince a bit in discomfort.
âFor the fifth timeâI'm fine,â You scolded her lightly as you released her cheek. She pouted slightly and tried to rub the redness away. Nodding your head towards the door; âNow get out of here, youâre keeping everyone waiting. Youâre going to be late.â
âFine, fine!â She rolled her eyes at you as she headed towards the door. Stopping just briefly to lean dramatically at the hallways corner to give your big doe eyes. âI get itâyou just hate me.â
Squeals of laughter flew from her as you chucked a pillow her way, finally jogging to head out. Sighing in relief as you heard the door close behind her. You settled in on the couch, keeping your foot on a pillow to rest it as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. Content filling you as silence, finally, filled the dorm. As much as you love them, living with three lively girls was overwhelming from time to time.
Resting your head on the couch, you let the peaceful lull wash over you. For about thirty seconds.
âFor Godâs sake,â you huffed as you got up from your place. The light knocking on your door making you irritated. Swinging the door open your put your best reprimanding face on to chastise your youngest. âWhat now? Did you lock yourself out this ti--â
Chan stood there wide eyed as he became the target of your annoyance. He gave a meek smile as he held up some take-away as a peace offering. You paused as the two of you stared at one another for what seemed like eternity. That warm bubbly feeling making its reappearance as he stood there awkwardly; âSo, umâcan I come in?â
âY-yea, sorry.â You shook yourself out of it as you stepped to the side and gestured him in. He took off his coat and laid it on the kitchen island as he started to lay out the takeaway. You slowly stepped towards him as he essentially made himself at home.
âYou guys have a nice place,â he said nonchalantly as he busied himself. He felt confident when he came up with the idea of surprising you but seeing you in person made his conviction rattle just a bit. Itâs been a week since heâs last seen you after your trip on stage, and despite his attempts to reach out--you remained silent. âA lot cleaner than when our agency piled all eight of us together.â
âChan--â
âYou have any plates?â He walked over to the cupboards in his search. Searching high and low for some bowls.
âChan--â
âSeriously, how many mugs do you guys need?â He grumbled to himself as he opened the second cabinet. Stopping his hunt to look at you as you closed your distance and reached a hand out to touch his arm gently. His heart skipping a beat as he took in your appearance. The way your hair was coiled into a bun, some strands leaving its confines to frame your face. Your oversized shirt and sweats still somehow complimenting your curves. This homely version of you was comforting in some way.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âYou... didnât answer,â he replied softly. Trying his best to downplay the anxiety that racked through him this past week. âAnd--I wanted to make sure that you were okay.â
You didnât miss the way he glanced at your ankle before his gaze reached back up to yours. His face etched with care. The side smirk that you gave only caused the mood to lighten as you took a step back and opened the cabinet next to the one he was searching in. Grabbing a plate, you handed one to him before making your way to the platters filled with food. A comfortable silence between you two as you cram as much as you could into the tiny plates. Chan took a look around, subtly opening your drawer to peer into to find utensils.
âAh, ahânope.â You joked as you threw a plastic fork his way from the takeaway bag before making your way over to the couch. âI am not doing any more dishes than we need.â
Chan plopped next to you with a cheeky grin; âI could always do dishes.â
âYouâre a guest,â you propped your leg on an ottoman. âCanât have guest doing my chores, what kind of host would I be?â
âWell, considering you swung the door open like you were about to punch meâI say youâre not off to a great start.â
âShut up,â you shove your shoulder on his, earning a small chuckle from Chan. As the two of you ate and watched daytime television your shoulder never left his. Supporting each other in the simplest of touches. Chan felt all his unease from the past week melt away as the two of you paid attention to the flat screen. No words needed to be spoken, just simply enjoying one another. The little crinkle forming around his eyes as he felt you leaned further into him. He couldnât help but remember the first night you spent together with him. How the two of you fell into an easy rhythm of searching YouTube and just chatting the night away. Two pieces of a puzzle.
âIâm sorry... for not calling or texting back,â your quiet whisper brought him out of his thoughts as he turned to face you. He could see the guilt in your eyes. Your habit of biting your lower lip while thinking, sent a wave of warmth through him. Finding it extremely endearing to see you in such a state.
âDonât worry about it. I understand, you needed your space.â You both set your plates down on the coffee table. As he said the words, part of him wanted to tell you what he was holding back. Tell you that he wanted to be there for you. That no matter what; his shoulder was yours to cry on if you needed it. It didnât matter the time or the place, he would drop everything to be by your side. But, even as the thoughts rolled through his head, he stopped himself. Another part of him scared to voice them. Not only to you, but to himself.
You smile softly at his words. Your anxiety was soothed away by his reassuring demeanor. Time felt like it stopped as the two of you just stared at one another. It was starting to feel like these pauses in these instances were becoming more frequent. As your rapid heart rate. Especially when Chan leaned in a bit further; âBut you do still have to answer my question.â
Question?
Your eyebrows scrunched together as your brain racked through what he was mentioning. What question? Did you dissociate during your time together and forget something?
He leaned a bit closer. You could feel his breath on your cheek as his eyes bore into yours. âWhy...â his whisper was soft. Shivers running down your spine in anticipation. You didnât know for what but knew that you were ready for whatever Chan threw at you. His hand slowly rising to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. Fingertips lightly grazing your skin.
â...do you guys have so many god damn mugs?â
The bark of laughter that coursed through you made those dimples you love reappear on his face. âYouâre a fucking twat, you know that right?â You giggled as he moved his arm from your side to rest around your shoulder and pull you close to his chest. He feigned hurt at your words as he used his foot to move the ottoman with you, trying to keep your leg comfortable in the new position.
âItâs a genuine question; Iâm concerned.â
âIf you must know, we are caffeine addicts in this dorm.â
âAgain--concerned.â
As the two of you laughed, you rested your cheek against his chest. Continuing the banter as the television continued its schedule. You werenât sure how long had passed before Chan pulled out his phone and sighed a bit.
âI should get going,â he sounded annoyed. He knew he should head out and leave before your group came back from schedule, but his body didnât react to his rational thinking. Fully content with you in his arms. Heart nearly melting at the sight of you looking up from his chest, lips pressed into a scowl at the mention of his departure.
âDonât leave,â you nuzzled as close as you could. Grinning, as you could hear his heartbeat just a little faster at the gesture. âYou just got here.â
Chan grinned as he pressed his forehead against yours. Scrunching up his nose a bit as his brushed the tip of yours. His smile infectious as his hand cupped your cheek. âYea, still donât understand Spanish, but when youâre all healed up, we can catch up again. Okay?â
âOkay,â you huff as you both pull away slightly. But his hand stops you from pulling back all the way. Thumb rubbing gently on your cheek as he stared down at your lips then back up to your eyes. Was he... asking for permission? This was new territory for both of you. Usually when together, it was a flurry of passion. Skin against skin, mouths usually too busy exploring each otherâs bodies, clothes thrown aside. Nothing needed to be asked. Yet here you were, giving Chan a small nod before meeting him in the middle and pressing a gentle kiss on each other's lips. It was sweet. Lamblike. Nothing like the whirlwind that arose when the two of you were usually together. Chan felt his blood pumping through him, and for the first time it was not heading straight to his dick. His hand tried to keep the two of you as close as possible. Lips moving together in slow, almost calculated, motions. His tongue briefly brushing against your bottom lip with each rise and fall, but never fully making its way into your mouth. You couldâve groaned at the teasing, yet it somehow didnât feel like that was his intention. It was almost as if he wanted to take his time with you. Prolonging what he could control.
Chan didnât want this to end.
But when he finally pulled away to catch his breath, he looked down at you. Your eyes bright and wide. Showing him exactly every constellation of the universe in those wonderful orbs of yours. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.
âDo you want to go on a date?â
Your brain so rewired from the kiss you didnât even realize you asked him in Spanish. You hadnât meant to ask him out at all in fact, just out to a simple cup of coffee or something, not wanting to be as far away from him as you were these past couple of weeks. But as those dimples appeared on his face againâyou knew you couldnât take it back. It was now or never.
âYou know I have no idea what youâre saying.â Chan could gather it was a question directed at him, but that was the extent of his knowledge.
His face-tinged pink as you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek; âFigure it out, and get back to me.â
God, it was just like you to reel him back in. Without realizing what you were doing, you still somehow knew how to push all his buttons in all the right ways. Just as he was about to lean in again, the door to the apartment unlocked and your team barreled through. Stopping at the corridor corner to stare at the two of you. Their laughter halting just as quickly as their feet. Chan and you quickly created distance from one another.
âHi, ladies.â You gave a small smile as Chan cleared his throat and abruptly stood up. His face turning red as he tucked his hands nervously into his pockets.
âAhem, er, well. Iâll be on my way out!â He gave you an awkward bow before making his way to the door. Bowing nonstop to your team, who was still frozen in place, their bodies moving with him as he attempted to escape.
âChan?â His head popped from around the corner. The poor man looked like a bat out of hell. Two parts of equally embarrassed and terrified, with his face turning crimson and his eyes wide with fear. His body language was tense, as if he didn't know what to do or where to go. Trying to hold back your chuckle, you nodded towards the kitchen counter. âYour jacket.â
âAh, right right!â He bustled past your girls, more awkward bows as he grabbed his jacket and returned to the doorâmaking a haste retreat out of the apartmentâleaving you to clean up the mess. How sweet.
Your youngest turned to you with wide eyes. A deer trapped in headlights. The other two just had their mouths open, staring at the closed door. As if their minds were tricking them to see the Bang Chan leaving their living room in a hurry. âSo, um...â you clap your hands together and gesture to the takeaway on the counter.
âAnyone hungry?â
"Are you sure youâre getting the pronunciation right?â
Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung were gathered around Chan, their eyes glued to his laptop screen as they tried suggestions to type into Google Translate. It's been two days since you told Chan to âfigure it outâ, and though he thought the question was harmless, it was eating away at him. Tossing and turning throughout the night, there was nothing else he could fully focus on. His dorm mates found him hunched over his keyboard, furiously typing away, trying his best to decipher your phrase late at night when they decided to help in any way that they could. Between the four of themâit was just one brain cell rotating back and forth at midnight.
âHow many different ways is there to type out this word?â Chan grumbled as Changbin pulled out his phone.
âDepending on the context, about three. Each one meaning different things somehow?â
âDear, God!â Chan groaned and held his face in his hands. Hyunjin patted Chanâs back sympathetically.
âYou know what you have to do.â
âNo, noâanything but that.â Chan turned his head to face Hyunjin, his brows scrunched together in frustration. Not wanting to admit defeat. Jisung sighed and put his hand on Chanâs other shoulder.
âWeâve been going at this for hours--â
âTen minutes.â Changbin corrected Jisung.
â--for what feels like hours.â Jisung rectified, âYou have to put your big boy pants on and call her.â
âItâs almost one in the morning--â
âHyung,â Changbin groaned. âStop being a baby and just call her. We all know sheâll be up. Sheâs practically an owl.â
Chan swiveled in his chair as he watched them leave his room one by one. âWait, waitâplease donât! We can keep trying Google!â Jisung mouthing a âsorryâ before he closed Chanâs bedroom door. Leaving him to do the one thing he knew he would never hear the end of.
Pulling out his phone his finger briefly hovering over the contact before sighing and hitting the video call button. It rang once, twice, and on the third ring he was met by a zoomed in eyeball on his screen.
âFor fucksâ sake, Hannah, can you be normal for once?â
Hannah held her phone out at arm's length, giving full view of her in her bed. Some journals and crumbled up pages littered her bed giving indication that she was up late trying to express herself in her own creative process. Apparently, insomniac gifted night owls ran in their bloodline. âGeez, youâre in a mood,â Hannah grumbled as she sat up in her bed, âWhatâs up?â
She listened as her older brother described the events from two days ago. Chan tried to ignore the growing grin on her face as he continued on, trying his best to pronounce the words you whispered to him to the best of his ability. âSo,â Chan fell into his bed with a âthumpâ. His head hitting his pillows as he stared up at his phone, holding it above him as he waited, âwhat did she ask?â
Hannah continued that shit eating grin of hers as she sang her next words; âChannieâs got a girlfriend~â
âHannah--â
âYou like like her, huh?â Hannah talked over Chan as he just rolled his eyes. Proving his case and point that he was going to regret this call.
âHannah, for the love of God. Can you just tell me?â
âIâm sorry what was that?â Hannah cupped her ear and feigned confusion. âI think you were missing a word or two there. Probably bad cell connection.â
Tricky little--
âHannah,â he replied as nicely as he could through his gritted teeth, âcan you please tell me what she said.â
âI believe my name is âsister-that-is-always-right'.â
âIâm hanging up--â
âWait, wait!â Hannahâs giggles rang through Chanâs speakers as one hand still held his phone above him and the other hovered over the âend phone callâ button on his screen. âOkay, okay! Iâm sorry.â
âGeez,â Hannah gave her brother a knowing look, âyouâve got it bad, huh? Sheâs got you all in a tizzy.â
âHannah, its late. And I havenât slept in two days. Can you please just--â
âShe asked you out, idiot.â
More laughter from the speaker could be heard as the phone slipped from his fingers and fell square onto his face. Hannah taking a blurry screen shot before it made contactâstill able to see the look of pure surprise, sprinkled with elation, in the candid photo.
A week. One whole week. No text, no call. Pure silence.
As much as you enjoyed solitude, especially when it came to your teammates, you couldnât help but feel at lost from not hearing back from Chan. Your mind was constantly racing, even as you currently sat with your girls on the couch, watching Singinâ In the Rainâyour thoughts were consumed of Chan and his out of character ghosting.
Maybe he couldnât figure it out? Maybe he was busy; he was a global sensation after all. His schedule was probably fluctuating like water. You couldnât blame him. He was living his dream, and there was nothing in you other than pride.
And some self-doubt.
Because as much as you wanted to believe that he was running back and forth like a crazy man, there was still one thought that rang louder than the restâmaybe he just wasnât interested. It wasnât a far-off idea. You knew that all those rendezvous' nights had one unspoken ruleâfor that one night, and those one nights onlyâyou were his and he was yours. But it was never supposed to go past that.
Stupid Chan for being so sweet to you; bandaging your ankle at your most exposed moment and coming in to check on you when you were too embarrassed at yourself and running away from any form of confrontation. You once told DIV studios that you were immune to Chanâs flirtingâbut you never said anything about his affection.
âAh,â your youngest sighed from her next to you on the couch. She craned her head to look at the door after hearing a soft knock. âThatâs probably the pizza.â Without another word, all four of you started to play rock-paper-scissors. Ultimately ending with your loss, and the girls whooping their celebration as you got up and made your way to the door. You opened it without taking a look in the peep hole.
Chan stood there, wearing a black mask to go with his hoodie and beanie. Despite half his face being covered you could tell it was him from the way his eyes crinkled. Was thatânervousness you saw?
âI would--â Chan cleared his throat when you just stood there, unable to form words on your mouth, âI would love to go on a date with you.â
When you didnât speak, he shifted a bit more on his feet. âThatâs um... all I know how to say.â Chan chuckled to ease the tension. You take note how his hands are tucked into the front pouch of his hoodie. No doubt fiddling with his rings anxiously as he shifted in his place. Chan felt like he was back in middle school asking a girl to dance for the first time. Butterflies, knots in the stomach, all the works, were rushing through him.
"Say something, you idiot!â You heard your youngest hiss at you. All three of them are leaning over the couchâs backrest to watch the scene unfolding in front of them. Ears and face flushed all you could do was nod your head. You wanted to speak. Wanted to jump and giggle your way into his arms. But hearing him speak Spanishâeverything in you was so hot and flustered. A hold that you just couldnât bring yourself to get out of.
âGreat--cool,â Chan was glad for the mask. That way you couldnât see him biting the inside of his cheek. âDid you...want to go now?â
âNow?â
âNow?â your girls parroted, and you finally got out of your frozen state to glare at them. Your youngest making a motion of zipping her lips and throwing away the key.
âI have a packed schedule for the rest of the week.â A blatant lie. Truth was, Chan couldnât wait anymore. He wanted to see how this would all pan out. He just didnât want to show just how desperate he was to spend time with you. But the way you bit your lip and stood aside to let him in, he knew that part of you could see through it all. You quickly excused yourself to your room to get ready, knowing that your oversized comic shirt and sleeping shorts would not cut it for a night out.
Your girlsâ eyes narrowed as Chan stood in the hallway. Another awkward bow towards them in greeting as he waited for you. When he first knocked on your door it required all of his resolve to remain in place, as he struggled to overcome his desire to bolt and flee. The intimidation he felt about you potentially passing on the offer was too much, but he pushed through it. The thought of you saying yes outweighed the cons that tumbled through his head. Yet, as he stood under the prying eyes of your team, he felt that same fear overtake him because he knew this wouldnât be a conversation.
It would be an interrogation.
âWhere are you taking her?â
âSomewhere special.â A spot he held close to his heart, he wanted to add, but they cut in before he could express his words.
âLate at night? Why?â One quipped before another added; âTrying to pull something sly on her?â
âWhat? No, I-I, Iâve had a busy schedule--â
âOh, so everything should be based on when youâre available?â
âWhat? No! Itâs just--â
They were going so fast, Chan barely had time to think of a response before the other fired off another question.
âYou think because youâre famous, you can just jerk her around?â Your youngest glared at him. He opened his mouth quickly, but another was quick to intercept him.
âSuch typical male behavior.â
âAlright, thatâs enough!â Everyone quickly turned to you as you stepped out of your room. Putting an end to the girlâs questioning, much to Chanâs relief. You smiled as you leaned over the couch to pinch your youngest cheek before turning back to Chan.
âShall we head out?â
âWow,â is all you could say as Chan lead you to a lone bench. After about a half mile climb up the staircase, the two of you finally reached your destinationâon top of a hill overlooking Seoulâs city lights. With the late hour, the city was asleep leaving the feeling that it was only the two of you in the world. The both of you sat on that bench for an hour or two, just catching up from the week you spent apart. Conversation flowing naturally between the two of you once again. Chan told you that he would sneak up here every now and then to clear his head after working his expected long hours. Everything was quiet enough for him to just detach--but your howls ringing through the clearing was just as welcoming to his ears.
âOkay, okay!â You laughed as Chan had to explain putting his pride aside to ask his younger sister for help. His arm was around your shoulder, pulling you in close as the two of you watched the quiet city below. âSo, you went through all of that, but you didnât think of calling me for like a hint or something?â
âYou said to figure it out!â
âNot if it meant selling your soul!â
Chan chuckled as his grip around you tightened a bit, shaking you as you laughed. His eyes locked on to you; the way your face was red due to the chilly night, the crinkles around your eyes as you smiled, and the way you scrunched up your nose. âFor youâit was worth it.â
God, how much you wanted to pull down that damn mask of his and touch his lips with yours. Everything about this night was perfect. But soon, the clock hit 3am and the two of you decided to head back before your girls decided to send a search team for you. Getting up with a groan, Chan laced his fingers with yours as he led you towards the exit.
Chan noticed the way you stared down at the stairs, your eyebrows pinched together at the thought of having to walk all the way down. He wondered briefly if your ankle was still bothering you. It's been weeks since the sprain, but if you soldiered your way climbing up the steps there was a chance that you were feeling some tension on the tendon. Without a word, he let go of your hand and went down two steps and leaned a bit forward. Casting a glance over his shoulder he gestured for you to âhop onâ. You giggled as you jumped and latched around him like a koala. He feigned a groan at the impact as he adjusted you before grabbing onto the underside of your thighs to hoist you up.
âHey, hey!â Chan giggled as you hooked your chin on his shoulder and blew into his ear. âCut it out or Iâm leaving you here!â
You giggled as you muttered an apology as he continued to descend the steps. Chan hummed as he became your personal lackey, taking in the night sights and the clear star filled sky. Your eyes never leaving his profile as the gears in your head turned; âWhy did it take you so long to say yes?â
Chan stumbled on a step for a second before readjusting you in his grip. âI figured since you asked me in Spanish,â Chan kept his gaze focused on the trail ahead, âthat I should reply in Spanish.â
âYou practiced for days to get it perfect, didnât you.â
The embarrassed chuckle from Chan was all confirmation you needed. And, though you didnât think it was possible, you felt you heart swell as you snuggled closer to his nape.
âDid we not have a great date?â
âWe did.â
âAnd now itâs coming to an end.â
âIt is.â
âThen--,â you huff and cross your arms across your chest. Chan smiles and leans his shoulder against your door, looking down at you as you pout and look anywhere else but at him. He could tell that you were trying to pull something out of him. What it was he wasnât exactly sure, but seeing you turn red, and struggle was entertaining to watch. You were being cute.
To both of your disappointment; the evening was coming to an end. And despite your subtle attempts to pull some physical intimacy from Chan during the car ride back to your dorm, Chan was doing his very best to hold himself back in anyway that he could.
âThen?â Chan grinned down at you. His fingers lightly grazing your chin and tilt you head up towards him.
You finally bit your lower lips and looked up at him. Yes, you were beating around the bush. But him? He was just fully toying with you. His Libra was showing. âThenâŠ
Why havenât you kissed me?â
It felt like everything was going backward. Ever since he asked you on this date, it felt like he was trying to distance himself. Holding back in any way that he could. But that wouldnât be it--would it? The way your eyes kept roaming to his lips throughout the night shouldâve been more than enough to hint at what you wanted most. Unlike Chan, you were not holding back. You craved anything he was willing to give. He caught you--hook line and sinker.
Chan took note of the way your breath hitched as his hand reached out to place a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your cheeks flushed as he slowly closed the distance. His hand now sneaking behind your head to hold you still as his lips press flush against yours. Once he felt you bring your body against his own, the desperation between you both became almost palpable. Chan's hand found its way to your waist to make sure there was no space left, while the one holding the back of your neck tightened around your roots. The tension caused some slight pain, causing you to moan against his kiss.
âDo youâŠâ You attempted to catch your breath. Despite breaking away from the kiss, neither of you made a move to detach from one another. His grip on your waist tightened as he subtly tried to rub himself against you. Chanâs restraint was slowly dissipating at finally having contact with you after all this. âDo you want to come in?â
Chan groaned as he felt you press your pelvis even harder against him. All the teasing was thrown out the window. All he could think about was how long it had been without feeling your bare body against his. But he knew better. There was something he wanted more than just another night of passion.
He wanted you.
âNo,â Chan shook his head before placing a small peck on your forehead. âI--I want to do this right.â
You were checking your phone every hour. You hated to admit just how much of a hold Chan had on you and yet here you were-- waiting at a bar entrance when he texted you in the middle of the night that he was finally free to meet up. It was a long week since your first date with Chan, who was immediately busy with album prep the very next morning. Being the sweet man he was, he promised to take you out for a drink to make up for it. Though he really didn't need too. You constantly teased him over the phone that you no longer wake up to your alarm, but to the sweet -cheesy- texts that he sends every morning. Or over the fact that he video calls you right before bed, his snores filling your room even when miles apart. A gentle reminder that he hasn't forgotten about you despite the conflicting schedules.
"Five minutes," the text on your phone read, "Felix and Jeongin decided to pop by to convince Bin and the others to join them for barbeque - be there soon!"
So immersed in trying to find the perfect gif as your reply back, you didn't notice the lone man who was smoking a cigarette, eyeing you. He slowly made his way over, and when you finally spotted him from the corner of your eye , you gave a small polite smile as he attempted to start conversation with you. You let him drunkenly flirt with you - again-just trying to be polite. And from the way he was holding the conversation he didn't seem to be a threat of any sort. So you laughed at his attempts to flirt, stumbling over himself constantly whenever he would meet your eyes. "Sorry," he mumbled as he scratched the back of his head , "I'm usually better at this."
"It's okay," you chuckle softly, "but I think it's best to let you know that I'm not looking for anything right now.â
"Ah," the man gave an embarrassed smile ,"should've known someone as pretty as you would have a boyfriend.â
It was an innocent comment, but it threw you off guard for a moment, and your thoughts were thrown into a silent chaos. Being in training for a majority of your life, it wasn't like you had full experiences in relationships. Some kisses and fun here and there, yes, but you never had the chance to dive into the world of dating. Chan and you only had one date, and he did say that he wanted to do this right-- did that constitute a relationship in his eyes? It did in yours, but was that enough to have his eyes not stray? To shoot down someone whenever they would come up to him and drunkenly try to shoot their shot?
A hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to their side, stopped your thoughts from spiraling. Your head inclined to see that profile you had imprinted into your mind as he carried you down those steps without breaking a sweat. Despite the mask covering him you knew who it was-- however, that crinkle around his eyes was gone as Chan glared at the man you were speaking too. "She does," he growled uncharacteristically. A warning to the man as he claimed what was his. Chan didn't give the man a moment to respond as he looked down at you, his dark eyes finally shedding some light as his gaze locked with yours. "You ready to head in?"
Even though it was a question, Chan didn't allow you to answer as he guided you the opposite way down the sidewalk. Walking right past the bar he invited you out to. "Wait aren't weââ
âChanged my mind," Chan grumbled as he kept leading you down the sidewalk. âToo many drunk idiots. I know a place we can sit and eat. I'll buy you as many drinks as you want, or all the galbi you can eat? I know a joint that also makes really good jerkyââ
When you paused in your tracks, some anxiety washed through Chan. Did he take it too far? He couldn't help it seeing someone trying to make their move on youâ
âYou called me your girlfriend,â a cheeky grin plastered on your face. Chan felt his checks heat up and he cleared his throat to turned to look away. His hand never leaving your waist.
"Technically, I just confirmed that you have a boyfriend."
Without missing a beat you stepped in front of Chan and lowered his mask to rest on his chin. You made sure to tuck his hoodie over his head to cover his face from prying eyes even though it was late at night and the streets were virtually empty. Chan gulped as you stared right at him. Not at the physical body standing in front of youâat him. "Say it," you breathed out. Chan had to steady his heart as you spoke. It wasn't a request, but a demand. Your hands staying on his hoodie as you waited for him to comply.
"You have a boyfriend," he gave a cheeky grin back as you groaned. Knowing exactly the words you wanted to hear, but decided to tease you just a bit.
"Chanââ
"You're my girlfriend.â Chan placed his hands back on your hips and absent-mindedly traced little circles just above the trim where your skin was slightly exposed. He suddenly felt nervous as he realized he was just staking a claim without talking to you about it. But the way you were almost begging to hear those words, let him know that you wanted this as much as he does. Yes, you only had one date. But the months leading up to that were the best months he had in a very long time. "And if you want, I'll be your boyfriend ..."
As you stayed quiet, he felt those damn nerves coming back up. He tried to gauge your reaction as you just stared at him, but got nothing. " What?" he joked to lighten the tension and his anxiety. "Want me to say that in Spanish toââ
Using the grip you had on his hoodie, you pulled his head down towards you and crashed your lips against his. His little squeak of surprise was muffled as your tongue grazed his bottom lip to ask for entrance. The circles he was tracing stopped immediately as he tightened his grip around you and pulled you closer. Deepening the kiss as much as he could without it being too inappropriate out in public.
You whispered against him as the two of you finally parted for air. "Let's get out of here."
Dinner was forgotten as Chan practically ran the two of you back to his dorm room. Your shirt was ripped off of you the moment he closed his bedroom door with his foot. Chan grinned wildly as you parted from his flushed lips to kiss his neck, trailing your little love bites more and more down south until you fully rested on your knees before him. Watching excitedly as your fingers made quick work of his confines and taking him into your mouth. As your eyes batted up at him, Chan let out a shaky breath and rested his head slightly against the wooden door. You couldn't contain your moans around his length as his fingers threaded your hair, gently guiding you to take him all the way to the back of your throat. Nose pressed to his pelvis.
Hearing you gag around his growing cock made his hips buck. Your hands found the back of his knees as he continued to rut into your filthy mouth. Your roots being slightly tugged as he tried to ground himself. The feeling of your tongue rolling around the underside of him while you suctioned in your cheeks to create a vacuum almost had him unraveling in you right then and there.
"Look at you," Chan cooed as your eyes pooled tears from his intrusion, "all desperate from calling you mine."
He pulled on your strands, your mouth leaving his erection with a wet 'plop', to have you standing upright before him. Your lips were parted as your chest heaved to take in deep breathes. Face flush and lips swollen he felt his cock twitch at your fucked out expression. You could've sworn you heard a growl escape him as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around him instinctively, lips crashing against yours and threw you on his bed. You discarded the rest of your clothes as Chan watched you, licking his lips. He could still taste himself from the residue on your lips. Ready to pounce and devour you, as if his eyes weren't already doing that enough.
"What?" Your teasing tone brought Chan out of his predatory gaze. He watched as your fingers trailed down to your core. Lightly grazing your folds, enticing him as you spread your arousal around. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Don't worry," Chan purred as he crawled onto the bed. His mouth hovering right above your mound, breath tickling your skin. "There's only one cat that has the pleasure of my tongue right now."
You gripped his sheets as soon as his tongue made contact with your bundle of nerves. Wasting no time to insert a finger to prep you. Not that you needed it, he moaned at the thought, you were already so wet. Just ready for him. All for him.
With another finger, he curled against your walls, setting the exact pace that he knew you loved. His palm keeping that delicious pressure against your clit as he moved his body up to catch a nipple between his teeth. Sucking onto it as if he was expecting something to come out of it. The thought had you reeling as your hand found his head. Holding him close against you as your hips ground against his fingers.
'I would love to go on a date with you'
'No, I want to do this right.'
'I wanted to make sure you're alright. '
Simple little sentences here and there. Words formed by the man that made you absolutely weak to your knees. Each one lead you to where you were right nowâclosing in on your orgasm with the most perfect man practically worshipping you.
"Chan," you whimpered, "Channie, need you in me."
Need to come around you.
The words you didn't say. But as Chan removed his lips from your breast and glanced up at youâhe knew. Knew how much you craved something more than his digits to take you all the way. That you needed that stretch that only he could provide.
You squeaked as he ripped his fingers from your depths, grabbing your hips, and practically throwing you onto your stomach. He growled as you rested on all fours, arching your back and presenting yourself instantly, his teeth biting your cheeks and finally leaving those marks he desperately wanted to give you in the Inkigayo supply closet. The same growl that vibrated through him when he spoke to the man that flirted with you outside the bar earlier tonight.
Deep and guttural. Almost feral.
You almost came right then and there.
Chan and you hissed as he pressed his tip against your entrance. Chan's hand coming to the curve of your back and gently guiding you to bend a bit further for him. Your check rested on his mattress as he rubbed up and down your folds, coating himself with your arousal. "You gotta let me in," Chan teased as he experimentally pressed into you again. Still to no avail. All those weeks without one another made you lose the shape of him it seemed. Chan clicked his tongue and pressed a kiss on your spine. He didn't mind; it just meant he had to keep reminding your body. He'd gladly do so all night long if he had too.
You, on the other hand, we're starting to get frustrated. You needed him in you, it's been far too long without you wrapped around him. Your fingers, the toys you hid in your room, nothing compared to this. To him.
You pushed against him, mind too foggy to even care about the burn. Thoughts were wholly consumed of him. Chan moaned as he felt himself slightly press into you. "Careful,â he hissed as he grabbed your hips to stop you, "you're going to hurt yourself."
You turned to look over your shoulder. Your hair that was once pulled back for the date was coming undone. Strands were thrown around your face. Completely disheveled.
"Don't care."
Chan felt something in him snap. Those two words were all he needed to push himself entirely in you in one thrust. You practically screamed, and Chan was quick to wrap his hand around your mouth to muffle you. His hip never stopping their pace as he leaned down to groan in your ear; âIf you don't keep it down, the kids will hear you."
By the time the two of you entered the shared dorm, the rest of his roommates had already returned from their time at the barbeque and were deep asleep in their rooms. Guess they decided against a big meal and went out for something quicker. So, you did your best to keep it down as much as you could. But by God, was that one of the most difficult things to do as Chan kept reaching the deepest part of you. Scratching that itch that you haven't been able to reach yourself for months.
Chan hoisted you up once he felt your walls adjust to him, hand still on your mouth as your back pressed flush to his chest. The other wrapping around you to rub messy circles against your clit. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your thighs spasm, pure unadulterated ecstasy coursing through your veins. Your mouth hung open as you panted heavily into his palm. The loud moans that escaped you were traded out with small whimpers. Silent little pleas for Chan to take you there.
His lips never left your skin. Kissing on your neck, jaw, earâanything that he could latch onto so he could muffle his own noise. Only allowing the slaps of his thighs against yours to fill the room.
"Are you close?â Chan groaned in your ear. He could feel you clenching around him, closing in on your orgasm. "Where do you want it, stomach or behind?"
You shook your head at his question, whimpering against him. Neither of those is what you wanted. Him. You wanted him.
Chan felt his brow furrow slightly. This was a first. His hips slowed as the pieces of the puzzles came together. "Oh, oh?"
He withdrew entirely, earning a grumble of protest from you, and flipped you to lie on your back. He couldn't deny that he wanted it as well, and he'll be damned if he couldn't look you in the eyes as you felt his warm seed enter you for the first time. Chan's hand rested gently on your lower abdomen, kneading the skin underneath his fingertips. "Is this where you want it? Here?"
You didn't know it was possible but you could've sworn a mini orgasm washed through you as you heard him ask in Spanish. Chan chuckled quietly as he lined back up with you and gently pushed in until he was nice and snug in your warmth. Hand still on you, "I guess I can oblige. After all this is mine, right?"
"Yes, yesââ You instantly replied as he picked up his pace again. Chan's mouth finding yours in a messy kiss. The gentle touch of his palm turned into a pressure as he started to push down. No words could explain the obscene thoughts that went through his head as he felt himself move through you. He breathed in your moans that grew louder and louder with every thrust.
A crescendo as the waves of pleasure rolled higher and higher. Until it all came crashing down. Your hands found the back of his head, holding him close, as the surge flooded your mind, body, and soul with pure white hot ecstasy.
With the pressure of you holding him tight, on both ends, Chan found himself releasing deep inside you. Coating you with the very warmth you've yearning for months. Claiming everything he ever wanted.
As the ripples started to quell between the two of you, you and Chan finally parted for air. You couldn't help but give a teasing grind of your hips, earning a hiss from Chan as he pulled gently out of you before collapsing on the bed next to you face first.
"What are you doing?" You laughed as Chan just groaned in response.
âThat was so good, I think I died.â His voice came muffled though his sheets. You propped yourself on your elbow on the bed before smacking your palm down on one of his cheeks. Your laughter roaring through the room as he squealed before turning on his side to find you looking down at him with that shit eating smirk. "Come here," he laughed before pulling you to lay on his chest.
Your head laid on his bare chest, listening in to his heart beat and the air that flowed in and out of his lungs. Chan's arm wrapped around you as one of your free hands traced idle circles along his collarbone, the other resting under his head in the afterglow. âStay," he whispered so softly you barely heard him.
A plea for you to not leave him in the middle of the night like you used to before. "Of course,â you place a small kiss on his jaw before resting your eyes. Afterall, this wasn't a redezvous. This was something more. And for the rest of the night, Chan held you snug against him.
Chan only woke up when the sunlight flitted through his curtains. Groaning he turned to his side, arm stretched out in search for you. Only to be met with his sheets. His eyes flashed open and the dark brown orbs frantically scanned the room. His heart sank when he couldn't find your figure.
You promised.
Dawning some sweats, he made his way to the shared bathroom. Stopping in his tracks when a familiar giggle echoed through the dorm.
"Look who's finally awake," you smile. Chan took notice that you stole one of his hoodies and sweats as you, Jisung , and Changbin sat at the dinning room table. Hair up in a bun, completely tilted off to the side, as if you lived here your entire life. You belonged.
Images of his dream during his time in Paris flashed through his mind briefly.
You giggled as Chan walked around the table to wrap his arms around your shoulders and kiss your neck in greeting. Changbin and Jisung made gagging noises, but Chan just flipped them off before sliding a stool to sit next to you. "What are you guys talking about?"
He took note how your cheeks flushed and looked away from the table. Suddenly interested in the fruit bowl that sat on the kitchen island. Jisung made himself busy by clearing out the dirty plates and walking over to the sink. Deciding it wouldnât be appropriate to have that kind of discussion with his elder. Changbin, however, was a stark contrast from the two of you. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh," Changbin said with a drawl, ânothing much."
"Just trying to see how we can sound proof your room so the rest of the dorm can sleep without any," Changbin casted a glance at you, âinterruptions."
Author's Note: I want to say I apologize for how long this took me! Work, life, and everything in between has been dragging me down and I lost some inspiration during the time away. I want to thank everyone for their kind words for part 1. I do have an idea for part 3. However, I won't have a timeline of when it can be done, since work has been leaving me a bit more drained than I imagined and I'm usually a zombie by the time I get home. Hope you enjoyed it and so sorry it's so long
"If you don't keep it down, the kids will hear you."
Summary: You and your group finally debut! After a heart breaking accident, leaving you feeling less than you've ever felt Chan shows a side to you that leaves you wanting more.
Rating: M, TW under cut
Pairing: BC x Reader, FWB -> friends -> lovers
Italics are in Korean. Bold is in Spanish. Rest in English.
Volume Series: Part One | Part Two | ?
MDNI, 18+ Only
TW: idol!Chan, IdolTrainee!Y/N(fem!), No use of 'Y/N', slight angst, mentions of drinks, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, cunnilingus, swearing, mentions of masturbation, semi-public sex, fellatio, insemination, PleasureDom!Chan, let me know if I missed anything!
Word Count: 13k
Est Reading Time: 40min
âAlways so good.â
Chan groaned as he kissed your inner thigh. His hands held you nice and steady for him as his tongue glided over your core. Chan had finished just moments earlier, gracing your skin with his release. But, when he saw on your face that you didnât come, he wasted no time in cleansing his palate for dessert. Licking up his remains before traveling down south, you tried telling him that it was fine. That you were just distracted but he didnât let you finish your sentence; âWell, then let me help you relax.â
Your grip tightened on the sheets as you squirmed underneath him. Every time he pulled just slightly away; your hips jutted up to follow him. Craving any form of friction they could get.
It didnât matter how often the two of you would meet up. Your body responded to every touch he could give. Chan made it his job every time to make sure your mind was just as focused as your body was. And it--he--never disappointed.
You werenât thinking as your hand reached out slightly towards his black curls. As if he could feel your hesitation, he nipped around your bikini area. âGo ahead, baby. Use me.â
It didnât take long for you to finish once your hand met the back of his head and did exactly as you were told. Chan had to hold in his smile as you rode out your high, still grinding against his tongue despite all the shaking in your thighs. Ever the gentleman he was, Chan kept you propped up until you finally cooled down. He wiped your essence off his face with the back of his hand. That famous smirk of his never leaving as he crawled next to you in bed and pulled the sheets over the two of you.
You and Chan had this newfound rhythm when it came to your little ârendezvous,â as he liked to call them. Sneaking in and out of his dorm every so often for a quickie followed by some cuddling at the end. You usually slinked out of his arms once his soft snores filled the room, leaving him with that empty feeling in the morning when his alarm went off. Ever since that unfortunate incident with Felix in the kitchen, you kept the shenanigans confined in his room as an unspoken rule. And due to his insomniac schedule, it was easy not bumping into the other members as they're usually already fast asleep. Speaking of sleep--
âYou look like you're about to knock out,â you laughed as his arms wrapped around your waist and held you close to his chest.
âDon't tease me,â he grumbled as he squished his face on the top of your head. âHad to give it my all, okay?â
âOkay, okay.â You chuckled and stretched a bit in his hold. You could feel your body shutting down and knew you should start heading out. You had an early day, with training for your debut schedule starting. It was exciting, but definitely nerve-racking. Your company did not tell you when or where your group would make your debut, just that you should be prepared for it. Exciting. Not exactly helpful, but exciting nonetheless! âI should get going soon.â
Chan heard your words and instantly groaned. He just got you, couldn't he have you for just a little while longer? It felt like most nights without you in his bed were even harder to sleep despite you never being there in the morning. âOkay,â he sighed and pulled back a bit to look down at you. Already planning when he can get you back in these sheets. âYou free for next Friday?â
âCan't,â You shook your head. âMy schedule is crazy this week with practice, I'll barely be getting enough sleep as is. The Tuesday after?â
âFlying out to Paris for a charity event with the kids on Thursday. Probably will stay a week and a half after thatâŠâ
Silence clung between the two of you like his duvet. âSoâŠâ you bit your lip. âIt'll be almost a month then until either of us are free?â
His eyes locked on yours. The grip on your waist tightened a bit as the realization settled over the both of youâa whole month. Chan does not even think it has been more than 4 days without seeing each other ever since this nonverbal agreement started. âYeaâŠâ
Without a word being said the two of you locked onto one another. Pulling and grabbing at each other like one measly month would undo it all. Trying to satiate your hunger in each other until the next time finally rolled around.
Screw it. You'll just sleep during rehearsal break.
âShit!â You huff in frustration as you slump to the training room floor. Your group has been practicing non-stop for the debut. Recently getting word that there was a time slot at Inkigayo with your name on it, your team was pushing every fiber of their being into getting this performance right. All of your team's hard work was paying off and showing. Why else would your company invest in such a big debut? Even the meat suits in tuxes could see the teamâs worth. You couldnât have been prouder of your girls.
If only you werenât the one holding them back.
No matter how much you practiced, you couldnât stick that tumble during the bridge. Your footing kept slipping as you tried to get back up. It wasnât horrible, but it wasnât perfect. One wrong weight shift and you could twist your ankle in the worst way possible. You could already feel the strain on the backside of your tendon.
âLet's take a five,â your youngest waved off the other two girls to grab some snacks before taking a seat next to you. During your time together, the two of you became extremely close and she naturally took the role as your âsecond.â Becoming the person, you knew you could lean on when things got tough. You were made, and trained, to support your girls, but her? She volunteered to support you. âYou okay?â
You nod your head and stretch your foot to help relieve some tension on your ankle. She watches you as you try to brush off her question. âYou seem distracted... More tense than usual.â
For some frustrating reason, your body was refusing to release despite your favorite toys coming out of their hiatus to fill in the time without Chan. She would be tense too if she couldnât orgasm for 2 weeks straight and had another 2 weeks to go.
âIâm fine,â you smile at her. But that little grin of yours didnât fool her. She gave you a look before leaning her head on your shoulder. Giving some comfort in the only way she knew how. You smile as you lean your head on hers.
âIs it a boy?â She said quietly after some time causing you to stiffen a bit. The rest of the group knew that you and Chan had met during the interview. However, they knew nothing else of that night. Even though it was eating you up on the inside.
If word got out that a soon-to-be-debutee and one of the worldâs leading K-pop artist were seeing each other, your groupâs image would be ruined. Even if the two of you werenât together in that way and just used one another to forget the stress of your jobs for the night. That was the downfall to the marketing of the industry. A horrible negative to have the world hear your musicâyour love life was never your own.
âNo,â you fibbed. The younger lifted her head slightly to look at you, not fully believing in your rebuttal, but deciding not to pry any further. The two others returned with a bounty of snacks to last a lifetime. The four of you giggled and chatted as the food was passed around.
âSpeech! Speech!â your youngest smiled at you as she held up her soda can in a make-shift toast. Everyone else followed suit. Comradery spreading amongst the four of you. In one week, everything you worked for will be known. Spreading like a wildfire, your music will finally reach those willing to hear. The long years of being broken down will be worth it. The rise youâve been so desperately craving is finally coming your way.
âSoon, everyone will know our name!â
The dance studio erupted in cheers and laughter. You smile as you look at your three girls, pride racking through you like never before.
Look out world. Ready or not; here you come.
Chan woke up from his bed as he smelled the freshly cooked bacon wafting into his room. A grin spreading from ear to ear as you pushed open the door with your hip, a bed tray filled with homemade cooking spread beautifully was placed across his lap. âGood morning,â you smiled at him as he sat up in bed. âHungry?â
âStarving,â Chan placed the breakfast off his lap and next to him on the bed. The food smelled delicious, but he had something else in mind for his first meal of the day. Before you could even question it, Chan pulled his duvet off from himself and pulled you onto him instead. Your giggles filled his room as one of his hands found the back of your head, pulling you in to plant wet kisses along your neck. His lips then interlock with yours. Bodies molding into one as the sunâs light filtered through his curtains. Finally pulling away, Chan smiled up at you as his hand brushed some falling strands of hair behind your ear.
Seeing you like this, above him and smiling, no thoughts of his day ahead. Just you.
Only you.
Chanâs heart dropped when he finally woke up. It's been 2 weeks since he last saw you. Even in his dreams, he was flooded with visions of you.
Groaning, he turned his alarm off. The back of his head hit his hotel pillow again as he tried to go back to his slumber. Trying anything he could to continue the domestic scene his subconscious created for him. Trying being the keyword. Within a moment of peace, his hotel room door was barged open. Changbin and Jisung happily entered the room, knowing that waking up a sleepy Chan might result in a pillow or two thrown at them. So, as they rounded the hallway corner, they held up a bag of food, and some drinks, as an offering. Hoping to appease the groggy wolf.
âEverything bagel with harvest cream cheese?â Chan glared at them. As they both nodded, Chan sighed and gestured for them to come in. Jisung happily plopped on the bed next to Chan as Changbin laid out the food for the 3 of them.
âStayed up late?â Changbin asked as he pulled up a chair next to the bed. Chan just nodded, still trying his best to wake up.
Jisung took a massive bite of his bagel, tilting his head as he asked a follow up question. His cheeks full, giving his staple chipmunk-pout; âYou okay? Youâve been sleeping less and less these past couple of days.â
âIâm fine,â Chan took a sip of his smoothie. He was trying his best to deal with his insomnia, but itâs doubled ever since their flight into Paris. Most of his nights were spent working on some new tracks, trying to keep his mind distracted. It didnât help that every waking moment flashes of your rendezvous nights kept playing at the worst timing possible. During dance rehearsal, staff meetings, while on the way to a photoshoot; his body would feel hot every time his brain would remind him of the way your lips would wrap around him. âIt's just jet lag is all...â
Changbin and Jisung shared a knowing look. It was a look only life-long friends could partake. A look that knew Chan was bluffing. âWell,â Changbin drew out the word. âwe got some good news and bad news for you.â
âBad news;â Jisung wrapped his arm around Chanâs shoulder before Chan could open his mouth. Knowing he would just complain even more about not getting any sleep. âwe leave tonight. Ah, ahâno no donât you dare!â
Jisung couldnât contain his laughter as Chan groaned and pulled the duvet back over his head. This was the last thing Chan wanted to hear; just as his sleep schedule was somewhat getting back to normal, he gets to sit in a plane and travel back home. Another recipe for more jetlag. What great fun. Jisung tried to unravel Chan from the cocoon he created, but to no avail.
Changbin watched with a side smirk as Jisung tried his best to wrestle Chan out of bed. âThe good news;â Changbin leaned against the chair with his arm crossed. âwe were able to get a time slot at Inkigayo later this week.â
âI heard a certain new group would be debuting that same day.â
Chan peeked from under his covers. You would be there?
Of course, the other members knew of you. Poor Felix had to trauma dump to someone after what he witnessed the morning after your first night together. Chan had suffered tremendous teasing for weeks before they all finally cooled down. But, he knew that despite the hell they were putting him through, they would never let word get out about anything.
It would be nice to see you after these past couple of weeks. To root for you on your big day...
âWhen do we leave?â
Today was the day.
Everything was on the line. You could barely sit in your seat as your stylist finished up on your hair. Your girls were essentially bouncing around the dressing area; adrenaline coursing through them. âHey,â you laughed as you watched them jump on the couches from the vanity mirror to chase one another. âSave the energy for the stage, ladies.â
âYes, all mighty leader,â your youngest giggled as she bounded over to you as your stylist left to clean up her equipment. The rest of the girls followed suit, leaning onto one another to squeeze into the mirrorâs frame. You placed your arms around them as much as you could, squeezing them in even closer. Giggles filling your ears as you looked at your team's reflection; trying to etch the image in your mind forever. âHey,â your youngest looked down at your outfit. Her eyebrows scrunched up together as she pinched the fabric around your shoulder. âThis looks like its fraying a bit.â
Viewing the fabric through the mirror, you could see the garment starting to undo itself. Muttering a small curse, you looked around. Your stylist had already left. Grabbing a safety pin, you tethered the fraction of the fabric together before exiting out of the dressing room. This was no big deal, you had to keep reminding yourself as your anxiety started to rise. All you had to do was find your stylist so they could sew it back up before your time slot.
Everything will be fine. There was nothing to worry about. Everything will go according to--
You didnât have time to squeal when you felt a hand pull you sideways as you were walking down the hall and into a supply closet. Your back pushed against the wall adjacent to the door. A strong hand covering your mouth as the other found its place on your hip. A fluttery feeling in your gut as your eyes adjusted to the dim closet and focused in on the face dawning that dorky grin at you.
âmmphan?â
His grin never left his face as he removed the hand from your mouth to the back of your head; âMissed me?â
Your lips found Chanâs in a frenzy. A fast clash of flesh as every second the kiss was deepened. His hand tangling with your hair and pulling you flush against him. A small groan leaving his lips as your arms snaked around his neck and tugged at his roots. As you pulled away for a breath you couldnât help but tease; âA little.â
Chan gave out a breathy laugh as the two of you clung onto one another. His span of Spanish was fairly low, but loved the way you always let your actions show him exactly what you meant.
His mind wandered about making his dream a reality and littering your neck with his mouth but knew better than to mark you up before your big break. No matter how much he wanted to. Just seeing you here, in the flesh, was more than enough for him. So, he let his hands wander, taking perch right under your shirt just to feel you. Every touch sent warmth through you as you unconsciously arched yourself closer to Chan. A slow rhythm between the two of you grinding on one another formed. Eager to feel anything after the long time apart.
âWhatâs this for?â Chan played with the safety pin on your shoulder. Never stopping his other hand from feeling your curves, now sneaking towards your back to press you even closer. As if this was all but another dream he was going to wake up from.
âStrap is coming loose,â you couldnât help but lean in close to whisper in his ear. Shivers running through him as your teeth lightly grazed his lobe. Something was taking over you, something that you couldnât explain. It could be from the long weeks of not seeing him, or the stress of having to perform soon. âCanât have a nip slip on today of all days.â
Chanâs hand went from the safety pin to your ass. Kneading it softly as he guided you to raise your leg so he could press his clothed bulge on your core. The pressure making your head lean back on the wall, sighing from the contact. âI donât know,â Chan smirked as he placed small kisses on your shoulder. âI wouldnât mind seeing that.â
âDirty boyâ
That was a word Chan knew well. It somehow became his nickname after every rendezvous night. It was almost a Pavlovian response as he felt his boxer space start to constrict as he grew. It took everything in him to pause for a second. You were breathing heavily, eyes half lidded as you gazed up at him. Your smile sending butterflies throughout his body. âMaybe,â Chan bit his lower lip, âyou can show just me? Hmm, later tonight?â
You didnât mean to nod your head as quickly as you did. Your enthusiasm pulled a chuckle out of Chan as he placed a soft kiss against your lips before taking a step back so you could fix yourself. "Break a leg,â Chan smiled as you fixed your hair and went towards the door. âWeâll be rooting for you.â
As you were about to say your thanks, the closet door swung open. Chan pressed himself as flush as he could against the wall. The door blocking your stylistâs view of him. âWhere have you been?â She scolded as you just stood there rigidly, trying your best to not cast your gaze at Chan who was doing his best to blend in with the drywall. âThat little beast of a girl said you were looking for meâwhat are you doing in here?â
As she tried to peer into the closet, your hand flew to the side of the door to hold it in place. Blocking her view of Chan. âNothing! Justâtrying to see if there was a sewing kit since I got lost and couldnât find you.â
She looked like she didnât believe you, but she, and you, were on a timeline so she really couldnât care less. Huffing, she grabbed your wrist and started guiding you back down the hall towards your dressing area. Chan had to contain his laughter as you casted him a terrified look before stepping out with the slightly-horrifying-older woman.
âWhere did you run off to?â Minho grinned as Chan reentered their private dressing room. Everyone was lounging around on the couch as the group waited for their time slot. And these boys werenât made for sitting still. So of course, they turned to teasing Chan as soon as he stepped in. Lucky him.
Taking a quick look around the room and confirming there were no cameras amongst the group, Chan casted a glare at Minho; âShut up.â
âOr what?â
âMinho,â Hyunjin laughed from his seat, âdonât get him mad. Please. Youâll get him cranky.â
Minho rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch; âHeâs been cranky this past month. What difference will it make?â
âBut you donât have to share a wall with him when he decides to take that anger out on--â
âHey!â Chan laughed and threw a pillow at Hyunjin to cut him off. Jisung, who was just starting to rest his eyes before their performance, shot up and covered Jeonginâs ears with his hands who innocently asked; âTaking it out on what??â
Changbin was a giggling mess as Chan bounded over to Hyunjin to playfully wrestle him on the couch. Once they settled down, Changbin commented, âSeriously, have you considered sound proofing?â
Chan groaned as he covered his face in his hands from embarrassment. The rest of the members laughing and poking fun at him wherever they could. The only pause of the teasing was when Felix shushed everyone and pointed at the TV. Your group had been announced and was walking the stage. The team settled down on the couch, Felix turned up the volume as they watched you interact with the crowd. A sensation of warmth mixed with a little pride filled him as you worked the crowd into getting excited, even though a vast majority of them didnât even know your name. Laughing as the youngest in your group was behind you mocking you, causing you to send a glare her way. The room erupting in a chuckle as the two of you feigned a fight as the staff was setting the last of the stage up.
âSheâs spunky,â Seungmin chuckled from his seat on the couch.
As you and your team got on your marks, music played. A beat that brought the room to sway a bit to in their seats. The choreography started, as did your time to shine, and Chan was completely immersed in the performance. The way you sang, your hips swinging to the music until your next verse, you flashing your beautiful eyes directly into the camera. Christopher knew it was for the audience at home once everything was edited, yet somehow it felt that it was all for him.
The bridge came on, a cute little dance to showcase each member and bringing it in together for a cohesive formation. Before the chorus started up again, the team tumbled on the floor before popping right back up. You did as well, and to the naked eye everything seemed to be going along perfectly. But in the room, everyone leaned a bit forward as you came back up. It was almost instant, the flash of pure pain across your face, before you went back into work mode and continued on. A look of pain that everyone in the dressing room knew a little all too well.
The song ended and you waved. Your youngest immediately finding you to hold you by your waist and help guide you down the stage before the audience could catch on.
âDo you think sheâs--â, Felix turned to look at Chan, but he was already gone. â--okay?â
âStupid, stupid, stupid!â that little voice in your head rang as your manager and team helped you to the room. Your ankle was starting to swell and turn purple with every step. The tumble you had practiced on for so long, still proved to be too much for your body. Everyone suggested leaving it out, but you insisted that it made the choreography even more amazing, and part of you wanted to prove that your team â you â could do it. You didnât want to hold them down.
Chan stood for a moment at the door frame of your waiting room. The crew of Inkigayo, upgraded your team to a private area after you hobbled off stage for some peace. You were on the couch, hands covering your face as you let quiet tears fall. Feeling overwhelmed with the adrenaline of the performance and having to hide your pain--it was all too much. The rest of your group decided to give you some space, seeing that despite their attempts to cheer you up they were doing no good. He gave you a moment to brush the tears aside and notice him.
âChan,â you sniffled and blinked away any water that was pooling at your eyes. âIf youâre here to tell me how âgreatâ I did--I donât want to hear it.â
âOkay,â Chan leaned off the door frame and made his way over to you. Your usual smile was replaced with a frown as you watched him close the distance between the two of you. Irritation was overtaking you from all the coddling from your teammates and management. Telling you that you did great, despite the slip-up and injury. That you kept your composure the entire time and no one in the audience could tell. That the debut was a hit! All those compliments fell on deaf ears--your own thoughts were too loud and massive to even take note of what everyone else was saying. Only focusing on how you screwed it up. You were supposed to be the leader. And the first time to show the world what your team was made of--you were the one to fuck it all up.
âChristopher,â you growl. âI mean it. Iâve had enough pity for a lifetimeâŠâ
âI know.â
You watched in silence as he knelt on the floor next to you to slip off your shoe on your injured leg. Holding it steady, he pulled out a compression wrap from his pocket and started to gently dress your ankle. âI always keep one on hand,â he said quietly as if he was scared to spook you. âHad a nasty slip back in my early days, learned to always keep a small first aid kit lying around.â
Chan made the last wrap around your ankle, making sure the elastic was nice and snug to give you any support you needed. Grabbing a pillow from the armchair next to him, he set it next to you and guided you to lay your injured foot on it. âKeep this elevated.â
You sniffled a bit as he grabbed some tissues on the coffee table and dabbed around your cheeks, cleaning up any make-up smudged from your tears. His eyes were focused on wiping away any evidence of your fears. But you? You couldnât keep your eyes off him.
The way he took his time caring for you made you feel something you hadnât felt with Chan before. Warm; a weird bubbly sensation in your gut that made everything twist and turn. It was different from all the times spent with Chan during your nights together. It was a deeper connection. One that scared you, but you didnât want to lose the feeling of either.
âI have to go,â Chan put the tissues aside and stared up at you. He cupped your cheek, his thumb running softly against your skin. He didnât want to go. Itâs been so long since heâs last seen you, not counting the supply closet, and seeing you down like this made his heart hurt. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and chase those fears away. Chan wasnât a stranger to those inner thoughts; that self-doubt that clouded every fiber of your own being. But his time slot was coming up soon. âYouâll be okay?â
âYeaâŠâ
Chan stood up and made his way back to the door. âChan?â You called out. When the two of you locked eyes, you bit your lower lip. It almost broke you to show him, or anyone, your most vulnerable state. It was different than when the two of you were in the sheets. This was somehow more personal. More intimate.
âThank you.â
âAre you sure you donât need anything?â Your youngest looked down at you, concern etched in her face. The team was invited to film an interview at Lotte World, and though your injury was manageable, your manager was concerned that being on your feet for a long period of time would just worsen your condition. The rest of the group was already loaded into the van waiting outside, but your youngest kept leaving the dorm only to return to check in on you. Like a little lost puppy who only wanted to bring comfort. You couldnât help the side grin that came across your face as you pinched her cheek, causing her to wince a bit in discomfort.
âFor the fifth timeâI'm fine,â You scolded her lightly as you released her cheek. She pouted slightly and tried to rub the redness away. Nodding your head towards the door; âNow get out of here, youâre keeping everyone waiting. Youâre going to be late.â
âFine, fine!â She rolled her eyes at you as she headed towards the door. Stopping just briefly to lean dramatically at the hallways corner to give your big doe eyes. âI get itâyou just hate me.â
Squeals of laughter flew from her as you chucked a pillow her way, finally jogging to head out. Sighing in relief as you heard the door close behind her. You settled in on the couch, keeping your foot on a pillow to rest it as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. Content filling you as silence, finally, filled the dorm. As much as you love them, living with three lively girls was overwhelming from time to time.
Resting your head on the couch, you let the peaceful lull wash over you. For about thirty seconds.
âFor Godâs sake,â you huffed as you got up from your place. The light knocking on your door making you irritated. Swinging the door open your put your best reprimanding face on to chastise your youngest. âWhat now? Did you lock yourself out this ti--â
Chan stood there wide eyed as he became the target of your annoyance. He gave a meek smile as he held up some take-away as a peace offering. You paused as the two of you stared at one another for what seemed like eternity. That warm bubbly feeling making its reappearance as he stood there awkwardly; âSo, umâcan I come in?â
âY-yea, sorry.â You shook yourself out of it as you stepped to the side and gestured him in. He took off his coat and laid it on the kitchen island as he started to lay out the takeaway. You slowly stepped towards him as he essentially made himself at home.
âYou guys have a nice place,â he said nonchalantly as he busied himself. He felt confident when he came up with the idea of surprising you but seeing you in person made his conviction rattle just a bit. Itâs been a week since heâs last seen you after your trip on stage, and despite his attempts to reach out--you remained silent. âA lot cleaner than when our agency piled all eight of us together.â
âChan--â
âYou have any plates?â He walked over to the cupboards in his search. Searching high and low for some bowls.
âChan--â
âSeriously, how many mugs do you guys need?â He grumbled to himself as he opened the second cabinet. Stopping his hunt to look at you as you closed your distance and reached a hand out to touch his arm gently. His heart skipping a beat as he took in your appearance. The way your hair was coiled into a bun, some strands leaving its confines to frame your face. Your oversized shirt and sweats still somehow complimenting your curves. This homely version of you was comforting in some way.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âYou... didnât answer,â he replied softly. Trying his best to downplay the anxiety that racked through him this past week. âAnd--I wanted to make sure that you were okay.â
You didnât miss the way he glanced at your ankle before his gaze reached back up to yours. His face etched with care. The side smirk that you gave only caused the mood to lighten as you took a step back and opened the cabinet next to the one he was searching in. Grabbing a plate, you handed one to him before making your way to the platters filled with food. A comfortable silence between you two as you cram as much as you could into the tiny plates. Chan took a look around, subtly opening your drawer to peer into to find utensils.
âAh, ahânope.â You joked as you threw a plastic fork his way from the takeaway bag before making your way over to the couch. âI am not doing any more dishes than we need.â
Chan plopped next to you with a cheeky grin; âI could always do dishes.â
âYouâre a guest,â you propped your leg on an ottoman. âCanât have guest doing my chores, what kind of host would I be?â
âWell, considering you swung the door open like you were about to punch meâI say youâre not off to a great start.â
âShut up,â you shove your shoulder on his, earning a small chuckle from Chan. As the two of you ate and watched daytime television your shoulder never left his. Supporting each other in the simplest of touches. Chan felt all his unease from the past week melt away as the two of you paid attention to the flat screen. No words needed to be spoken, just simply enjoying one another. The little crinkle forming around his eyes as he felt you leaned further into him. He couldnât help but remember the first night you spent together with him. How the two of you fell into an easy rhythm of searching YouTube and just chatting the night away. Two pieces of a puzzle.
âIâm sorry... for not calling or texting back,â your quiet whisper brought him out of his thoughts as he turned to face you. He could see the guilt in your eyes. Your habit of biting your lower lip while thinking, sent a wave of warmth through him. Finding it extremely endearing to see you in such a state.
âDonât worry about it. I understand, you needed your space.â You both set your plates down on the coffee table. As he said the words, part of him wanted to tell you what he was holding back. Tell you that he wanted to be there for you. That no matter what; his shoulder was yours to cry on if you needed it. It didnât matter the time or the place, he would drop everything to be by your side. But, even as the thoughts rolled through his head, he stopped himself. Another part of him scared to voice them. Not only to you, but to himself.
You smile softly at his words. Your anxiety was soothed away by his reassuring demeanor. Time felt like it stopped as the two of you just stared at one another. It was starting to feel like these pauses in these instances were becoming more frequent. As your rapid heart rate. Especially when Chan leaned in a bit further; âBut you do still have to answer my question.â
Question?
Your eyebrows scrunched together as your brain racked through what he was mentioning. What question? Did you dissociate during your time together and forget something?
He leaned a bit closer. You could feel his breath on your cheek as his eyes bore into yours. âWhy...â his whisper was soft. Shivers running down your spine in anticipation. You didnât know for what but knew that you were ready for whatever Chan threw at you. His hand slowly rising to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. Fingertips lightly grazing your skin.
â...do you guys have so many god damn mugs?â
The bark of laughter that coursed through you made those dimples you love reappear on his face. âYouâre a fucking twat, you know that right?â You giggled as he moved his arm from your side to rest around your shoulder and pull you close to his chest. He feigned hurt at your words as he used his foot to move the ottoman with you, trying to keep your leg comfortable in the new position.
âItâs a genuine question; Iâm concerned.â
âIf you must know, we are caffeine addicts in this dorm.â
âAgain--concerned.â
As the two of you laughed, you rested your cheek against his chest. Continuing the banter as the television continued its schedule. You werenât sure how long had passed before Chan pulled out his phone and sighed a bit.
âI should get going,â he sounded annoyed. He knew he should head out and leave before your group came back from schedule, but his body didnât react to his rational thinking. Fully content with you in his arms. Heart nearly melting at the sight of you looking up from his chest, lips pressed into a scowl at the mention of his departure.
âDonât leave,â you nuzzled as close as you could. Grinning, as you could hear his heartbeat just a little faster at the gesture. âYou just got here.â
Chan grinned as he pressed his forehead against yours. Scrunching up his nose a bit as his brushed the tip of yours. His smile infectious as his hand cupped your cheek. âYea, still donât understand Spanish, but when youâre all healed up, we can catch up again. Okay?â
âOkay,â you huff as you both pull away slightly. But his hand stops you from pulling back all the way. Thumb rubbing gently on your cheek as he stared down at your lips then back up to your eyes. Was he... asking for permission? This was new territory for both of you. Usually when together, it was a flurry of passion. Skin against skin, mouths usually too busy exploring each otherâs bodies, clothes thrown aside. Nothing needed to be asked. Yet here you were, giving Chan a small nod before meeting him in the middle and pressing a gentle kiss on each other's lips. It was sweet. Lamblike. Nothing like the whirlwind that arose when the two of you were usually together. Chan felt his blood pumping through him, and for the first time it was not heading straight to his dick. His hand tried to keep the two of you as close as possible. Lips moving together in slow, almost calculated, motions. His tongue briefly brushing against your bottom lip with each rise and fall, but never fully making its way into your mouth. You couldâve groaned at the teasing, yet it somehow didnât feel like that was his intention. It was almost as if he wanted to take his time with you. Prolonging what he could control.
Chan didnât want this to end.
But when he finally pulled away to catch his breath, he looked down at you. Your eyes bright and wide. Showing him exactly every constellation of the universe in those wonderful orbs of yours. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.
âDo you want to go on a date?â
Your brain so rewired from the kiss you didnât even realize you asked him in Spanish. You hadnât meant to ask him out at all in fact, just out to a simple cup of coffee or something, not wanting to be as far away from him as you were these past couple of weeks. But as those dimples appeared on his face againâyou knew you couldnât take it back. It was now or never.
âYou know I have no idea what youâre saying.â Chan could gather it was a question directed at him, but that was the extent of his knowledge.
His face-tinged pink as you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek; âFigure it out, and get back to me.â
God, it was just like you to reel him back in. Without realizing what you were doing, you still somehow knew how to push all his buttons in all the right ways. Just as he was about to lean in again, the door to the apartment unlocked and your team barreled through. Stopping at the corridor corner to stare at the two of you. Their laughter halting just as quickly as their feet. Chan and you quickly created distance from one another.
âHi, ladies.â You gave a small smile as Chan cleared his throat and abruptly stood up. His face turning red as he tucked his hands nervously into his pockets.
âAhem, er, well. Iâll be on my way out!â He gave you an awkward bow before making his way to the door. Bowing nonstop to your team, who was still frozen in place, their bodies moving with him as he attempted to escape.
âChan?â His head popped from around the corner. The poor man looked like a bat out of hell. Two parts of equally embarrassed and terrified, with his face turning crimson and his eyes wide with fear. His body language was tense, as if he didn't know what to do or where to go. Trying to hold back your chuckle, you nodded towards the kitchen counter. âYour jacket.â
âAh, right right!â He bustled past your girls, more awkward bows as he grabbed his jacket and returned to the doorâmaking a haste retreat out of the apartmentâleaving you to clean up the mess. How sweet.
Your youngest turned to you with wide eyes. A deer trapped in headlights. The other two just had their mouths open, staring at the closed door. As if their minds were tricking them to see the Bang Chan leaving their living room in a hurry. âSo, um...â you clap your hands together and gesture to the takeaway on the counter.
âAnyone hungry?â
"Are you sure youâre getting the pronunciation right?â
Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung were gathered around Chan, their eyes glued to his laptop screen as they tried suggestions to type into Google Translate. It's been two days since you told Chan to âfigure it outâ, and though he thought the question was harmless, it was eating away at him. Tossing and turning throughout the night, there was nothing else he could fully focus on. His dorm mates found him hunched over his keyboard, furiously typing away, trying his best to decipher your phrase late at night when they decided to help in any way that they could. Between the four of themâit was just one brain cell rotating back and forth at midnight.
âHow many different ways is there to type out this word?â Chan grumbled as Changbin pulled out his phone.
âDepending on the context, about three. Each one meaning different things somehow?â
âDear, God!â Chan groaned and held his face in his hands. Hyunjin patted Chanâs back sympathetically.
âYou know what you have to do.â
âNo, noâanything but that.â Chan turned his head to face Hyunjin, his brows scrunched together in frustration. Not wanting to admit defeat. Jisung sighed and put his hand on Chanâs other shoulder.
âWeâve been going at this for hours--â
âTen minutes.â Changbin corrected Jisung.
â--for what feels like hours.â Jisung rectified, âYou have to put your big boy pants on and call her.â
âItâs almost one in the morning--â
âHyung,â Changbin groaned. âStop being a baby and just call her. We all know sheâll be up. Sheâs practically an owl.â
Chan swiveled in his chair as he watched them leave his room one by one. âWait, waitâplease donât! We can keep trying Google!â Jisung mouthing a âsorryâ before he closed Chanâs bedroom door. Leaving him to do the one thing he knew he would never hear the end of.
Pulling out his phone his finger briefly hovering over the contact before sighing and hitting the video call button. It rang once, twice, and on the third ring he was met by a zoomed in eyeball on his screen.
âFor fucksâ sake, Hannah, can you be normal for once?â
Hannah held her phone out at arm's length, giving full view of her in her bed. Some journals and crumbled up pages littered her bed giving indication that she was up late trying to express herself in her own creative process. Apparently, insomniac gifted night owls ran in their bloodline. âGeez, youâre in a mood,â Hannah grumbled as she sat up in her bed, âWhatâs up?â
She listened as her older brother described the events from two days ago. Chan tried to ignore the growing grin on her face as he continued on, trying his best to pronounce the words you whispered to him to the best of his ability. âSo,â Chan fell into his bed with a âthumpâ. His head hitting his pillows as he stared up at his phone, holding it above him as he waited, âwhat did she ask?â
Hannah continued that shit eating grin of hers as she sang her next words; âChannieâs got a girlfriend~â
âHannah--â
âYou like like her, huh?â Hannah talked over Chan as he just rolled his eyes. Proving his case and point that he was going to regret this call.
âHannah, for the love of God. Can you just tell me?â
âIâm sorry what was that?â Hannah cupped her ear and feigned confusion. âI think you were missing a word or two there. Probably bad cell connection.â
Tricky little--
âHannah,â he replied as nicely as he could through his gritted teeth, âcan you please tell me what she said.â
âI believe my name is âsister-that-is-always-right'.â
âIâm hanging up--â
âWait, wait!â Hannahâs giggles rang through Chanâs speakers as one hand still held his phone above him and the other hovered over the âend phone callâ button on his screen. âOkay, okay! Iâm sorry.â
âGeez,â Hannah gave her brother a knowing look, âyouâve got it bad, huh? Sheâs got you all in a tizzy.â
âHannah, its late. And I havenât slept in two days. Can you please just--â
âShe asked you out, idiot.â
More laughter from the speaker could be heard as the phone slipped from his fingers and fell square onto his face. Hannah taking a blurry screen shot before it made contactâstill able to see the look of pure surprise, sprinkled with elation, in the candid photo.
A week. One whole week. No text, no call. Pure silence.
As much as you enjoyed solitude, especially when it came to your teammates, you couldnât help but feel at lost from not hearing back from Chan. Your mind was constantly racing, even as you currently sat with your girls on the couch, watching Singinâ In the Rainâyour thoughts were consumed of Chan and his out of character ghosting.
Maybe he couldnât figure it out? Maybe he was busy; he was a global sensation after all. His schedule was probably fluctuating like water. You couldnât blame him. He was living his dream, and there was nothing in you other than pride.
And some self-doubt.
Because as much as you wanted to believe that he was running back and forth like a crazy man, there was still one thought that rang louder than the restâmaybe he just wasnât interested. It wasnât a far-off idea. You knew that all those rendezvous' nights had one unspoken ruleâfor that one night, and those one nights onlyâyou were his and he was yours. But it was never supposed to go past that.
Stupid Chan for being so sweet to you; bandaging your ankle at your most exposed moment and coming in to check on you when you were too embarrassed at yourself and running away from any form of confrontation. You once told DIV studios that you were immune to Chanâs flirtingâbut you never said anything about his affection.
âAh,â your youngest sighed from her next to you on the couch. She craned her head to look at the door after hearing a soft knock. âThatâs probably the pizza.â Without another word, all four of you started to play rock-paper-scissors. Ultimately ending with your loss, and the girls whooping their celebration as you got up and made your way to the door. You opened it without taking a look in the peep hole.
Chan stood there, wearing a black mask to go with his hoodie and beanie. Despite half his face being covered you could tell it was him from the way his eyes crinkled. Was thatânervousness you saw?
âI would--â Chan cleared his throat when you just stood there, unable to form words on your mouth, âI would love to go on a date with you.â
When you didnât speak, he shifted a bit more on his feet. âThatâs um... all I know how to say.â Chan chuckled to ease the tension. You take note how his hands are tucked into the front pouch of his hoodie. No doubt fiddling with his rings anxiously as he shifted in his place. Chan felt like he was back in middle school asking a girl to dance for the first time. Butterflies, knots in the stomach, all the works, were rushing through him.
"Say something, you idiot!â You heard your youngest hiss at you. All three of them are leaning over the couchâs backrest to watch the scene unfolding in front of them. Ears and face flushed all you could do was nod your head. You wanted to speak. Wanted to jump and giggle your way into his arms. But hearing him speak Spanishâeverything in you was so hot and flustered. A hold that you just couldnât bring yourself to get out of.
âGreat--cool,â Chan was glad for the mask. That way you couldnât see him biting the inside of his cheek. âDid you...want to go now?â
âNow?â
âNow?â your girls parroted, and you finally got out of your frozen state to glare at them. Your youngest making a motion of zipping her lips and throwing away the key.
âI have a packed schedule for the rest of the week.â A blatant lie. Truth was, Chan couldnât wait anymore. He wanted to see how this would all pan out. He just didnât want to show just how desperate he was to spend time with you. But the way you bit your lip and stood aside to let him in, he knew that part of you could see through it all. You quickly excused yourself to your room to get ready, knowing that your oversized comic shirt and sleeping shorts would not cut it for a night out.
Your girlsâ eyes narrowed as Chan stood in the hallway. Another awkward bow towards them in greeting as he waited for you. When he first knocked on your door it required all of his resolve to remain in place, as he struggled to overcome his desire to bolt and flee. The intimidation he felt about you potentially passing on the offer was too much, but he pushed through it. The thought of you saying yes outweighed the cons that tumbled through his head. Yet, as he stood under the prying eyes of your team, he felt that same fear overtake him because he knew this wouldnât be a conversation.
It would be an interrogation.
âWhere are you taking her?â
âSomewhere special.â A spot he held close to his heart, he wanted to add, but they cut in before he could express his words.
âLate at night? Why?â One quipped before another added; âTrying to pull something sly on her?â
âWhat? No, I-I, Iâve had a busy schedule--â
âOh, so everything should be based on when youâre available?â
âWhat? No! Itâs just--â
They were going so fast, Chan barely had time to think of a response before the other fired off another question.
âYou think because youâre famous, you can just jerk her around?â Your youngest glared at him. He opened his mouth quickly, but another was quick to intercept him.
âSuch typical male behavior.â
âAlright, thatâs enough!â Everyone quickly turned to you as you stepped out of your room. Putting an end to the girlâs questioning, much to Chanâs relief. You smiled as you leaned over the couch to pinch your youngest cheek before turning back to Chan.
âShall we head out?â
âWow,â is all you could say as Chan lead you to a lone bench. After about a half mile climb up the staircase, the two of you finally reached your destinationâon top of a hill overlooking Seoulâs city lights. With the late hour, the city was asleep leaving the feeling that it was only the two of you in the world. The both of you sat on that bench for an hour or two, just catching up from the week you spent apart. Conversation flowing naturally between the two of you once again. Chan told you that he would sneak up here every now and then to clear his head after working his expected long hours. Everything was quiet enough for him to just detach--but your howls ringing through the clearing was just as welcoming to his ears.
âOkay, okay!â You laughed as Chan had to explain putting his pride aside to ask his younger sister for help. His arm was around your shoulder, pulling you in close as the two of you watched the quiet city below. âSo, you went through all of that, but you didnât think of calling me for like a hint or something?â
âYou said to figure it out!â
âNot if it meant selling your soul!â
Chan chuckled as his grip around you tightened a bit, shaking you as you laughed. His eyes locked on to you; the way your face was red due to the chilly night, the crinkles around your eyes as you smiled, and the way you scrunched up your nose. âFor youâit was worth it.â
God, how much you wanted to pull down that damn mask of his and touch his lips with yours. Everything about this night was perfect. But soon, the clock hit 3am and the two of you decided to head back before your girls decided to send a search team for you. Getting up with a groan, Chan laced his fingers with yours as he led you towards the exit.
Chan noticed the way you stared down at the stairs, your eyebrows pinched together at the thought of having to walk all the way down. He wondered briefly if your ankle was still bothering you. It's been weeks since the sprain, but if you soldiered your way climbing up the steps there was a chance that you were feeling some tension on the tendon. Without a word, he let go of your hand and went down two steps and leaned a bit forward. Casting a glance over his shoulder he gestured for you to âhop onâ. You giggled as you jumped and latched around him like a koala. He feigned a groan at the impact as he adjusted you before grabbing onto the underside of your thighs to hoist you up.
âHey, hey!â Chan giggled as you hooked your chin on his shoulder and blew into his ear. âCut it out or Iâm leaving you here!â
You giggled as you muttered an apology as he continued to descend the steps. Chan hummed as he became your personal lackey, taking in the night sights and the clear star filled sky. Your eyes never leaving his profile as the gears in your head turned; âWhy did it take you so long to say yes?â
Chan stumbled on a step for a second before readjusting you in his grip. âI figured since you asked me in Spanish,â Chan kept his gaze focused on the trail ahead, âthat I should reply in Spanish.â
âYou practiced for days to get it perfect, didnât you.â
The embarrassed chuckle from Chan was all confirmation you needed. And, though you didnât think it was possible, you felt you heart swell as you snuggled closer to his nape.
âDid we not have a great date?â
âWe did.â
âAnd now itâs coming to an end.â
âIt is.â
âThen--,â you huff and cross your arms across your chest. Chan smiles and leans his shoulder against your door, looking down at you as you pout and look anywhere else but at him. He could tell that you were trying to pull something out of him. What it was he wasnât exactly sure, but seeing you turn red, and struggle was entertaining to watch. You were being cute.
To both of your disappointment; the evening was coming to an end. And despite your subtle attempts to pull some physical intimacy from Chan during the car ride back to your dorm, Chan was doing his very best to hold himself back in anyway that he could.
âThen?â Chan grinned down at you. His fingers lightly grazing your chin and tilt you head up towards him.
You finally bit your lower lips and looked up at him. Yes, you were beating around the bush. But him? He was just fully toying with you. His Libra was showing. âThenâŠ
Why havenât you kissed me?â
It felt like everything was going backward. Ever since he asked you on this date, it felt like he was trying to distance himself. Holding back in any way that he could. But that wouldnât be it--would it? The way your eyes kept roaming to his lips throughout the night shouldâve been more than enough to hint at what you wanted most. Unlike Chan, you were not holding back. You craved anything he was willing to give. He caught you--hook line and sinker.
Chan took note of the way your breath hitched as his hand reached out to place a strand of your hair behind your ear. Your cheeks flushed as he slowly closed the distance. His hand now sneaking behind your head to hold you still as his lips press flush against yours. Once he felt you bring your body against his own, the desperation between you both became almost palpable. Chan's hand found its way to your waist to make sure there was no space left, while the one holding the back of your neck tightened around your roots. The tension caused some slight pain, causing you to moan against his kiss.
âDo youâŠâ You attempted to catch your breath. Despite breaking away from the kiss, neither of you made a move to detach from one another. His grip on your waist tightened as he subtly tried to rub himself against you. Chanâs restraint was slowly dissipating at finally having contact with you after all this. âDo you want to come in?â
Chan groaned as he felt you press your pelvis even harder against him. All the teasing was thrown out the window. All he could think about was how long it had been without feeling your bare body against his. But he knew better. There was something he wanted more than just another night of passion.
He wanted you.
âNo,â Chan shook his head before placing a small peck on your forehead. âI--I want to do this right.â
You were checking your phone every hour. You hated to admit just how much of a hold Chan had on you and yet here you were-- waiting at a bar entrance when he texted you in the middle of the night that he was finally free to meet up. It was a long week since your first date with Chan, who was immediately busy with album prep the very next morning. Being the sweet man he was, he promised to take you out for a drink to make up for it. Though he really didn't need too. You constantly teased him over the phone that you no longer wake up to your alarm, but to the sweet -cheesy- texts that he sends every morning. Or over the fact that he video calls you right before bed, his snores filling your room even when miles apart. A gentle reminder that he hasn't forgotten about you despite the conflicting schedules.
"Five minutes," the text on your phone read, "Felix and Jeongin decided to pop by to convince Bin and the others to join them for barbeque - be there soon!"
So immersed in trying to find the perfect gif as your reply back, you didn't notice the lone man who was smoking a cigarette, eyeing you. He slowly made his way over, and when you finally spotted him from the corner of your eye , you gave a small polite smile as he attempted to start conversation with you. You let him drunkenly flirt with you - again-just trying to be polite. And from the way he was holding the conversation he didn't seem to be a threat of any sort. So you laughed at his attempts to flirt, stumbling over himself constantly whenever he would meet your eyes. "Sorry," he mumbled as he scratched the back of his head , "I'm usually better at this."
"It's okay," you chuckle softly, "but I think it's best to let you know that I'm not looking for anything right now.â
"Ah," the man gave an embarrassed smile ,"should've known someone as pretty as you would have a boyfriend.â
It was an innocent comment, but it threw you off guard for a moment, and your thoughts were thrown into a silent chaos. Being in training for a majority of your life, it wasn't like you had full experiences in relationships. Some kisses and fun here and there, yes, but you never had the chance to dive into the world of dating. Chan and you only had one date, and he did say that he wanted to do this right-- did that constitute a relationship in his eyes? It did in yours, but was that enough to have his eyes not stray? To shoot down someone whenever they would come up to him and drunkenly try to shoot their shot?
A hand wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to their side, stopped your thoughts from spiraling. Your head inclined to see that profile you had imprinted into your mind as he carried you down those steps without breaking a sweat. Despite the mask covering him you knew who it was-- however, that crinkle around his eyes was gone as Chan glared at the man you were speaking too. "She does," he growled uncharacteristically. A warning to the man as he claimed what was his. Chan didn't give the man a moment to respond as he looked down at you, his dark eyes finally shedding some light as his gaze locked with yours. "You ready to head in?"
Even though it was a question, Chan didn't allow you to answer as he guided you the opposite way down the sidewalk. Walking right past the bar he invited you out to. "Wait aren't weââ
âChanged my mind," Chan grumbled as he kept leading you down the sidewalk. âToo many drunk idiots. I know a place we can sit and eat. I'll buy you as many drinks as you want, or all the galbi you can eat? I know a joint that also makes really good jerkyââ
When you paused in your tracks, some anxiety washed through Chan. Did he take it too far? He couldn't help it seeing someone trying to make their move on youâ
âYou called me your girlfriend,â a cheeky grin plastered on your face. Chan felt his checks heat up and he cleared his throat to turned to look away. His hand never leaving your waist.
"Technically, I just confirmed that you have a boyfriend."
Without missing a beat you stepped in front of Chan and lowered his mask to rest on his chin. You made sure to tuck his hoodie over his head to cover his face from prying eyes even though it was late at night and the streets were virtually empty. Chan gulped as you stared right at him. Not at the physical body standing in front of youâat him. "Say it," you breathed out. Chan had to steady his heart as you spoke. It wasn't a request, but a demand. Your hands staying on his hoodie as you waited for him to comply.
"You have a boyfriend," he gave a cheeky grin back as you groaned. Knowing exactly the words you wanted to hear, but decided to tease you just a bit.
"Chanââ
"You're my girlfriend.â Chan placed his hands back on your hips and absent-mindedly traced little circles just above the trim where your skin was slightly exposed. He suddenly felt nervous as he realized he was just staking a claim without talking to you about it. But the way you were almost begging to hear those words, let him know that you wanted this as much as he does. Yes, you only had one date. But the months leading up to that were the best months he had in a very long time. "And if you want, I'll be your boyfriend ..."
As you stayed quiet, he felt those damn nerves coming back up. He tried to gauge your reaction as you just stared at him, but got nothing. " What?" he joked to lighten the tension and his anxiety. "Want me to say that in Spanish toââ
Using the grip you had on his hoodie, you pulled his head down towards you and crashed your lips against his. His little squeak of surprise was muffled as your tongue grazed his bottom lip to ask for entrance. The circles he was tracing stopped immediately as he tightened his grip around you and pulled you closer. Deepening the kiss as much as he could without it being too inappropriate out in public.
You whispered against him as the two of you finally parted for air. "Let's get out of here."
Dinner was forgotten as Chan practically ran the two of you back to his dorm room. Your shirt was ripped off of you the moment he closed his bedroom door with his foot. Chan grinned wildly as you parted from his flushed lips to kiss his neck, trailing your little love bites more and more down south until you fully rested on your knees before him. Watching excitedly as your fingers made quick work of his confines and taking him into your mouth. As your eyes batted up at him, Chan let out a shaky breath and rested his head slightly against the wooden door. You couldn't contain your moans around his length as his fingers threaded your hair, gently guiding you to take him all the way to the back of your throat. Nose pressed to his pelvis.
"Look at you," Chan cooed as your eyes pooled tears from his intrusion, "all desperate from calling you mine."
Hearing you gag around his growing cock made his hips buck. Your hands found the back of his knees as he continued to rut into your filthy mouth. Your roots being slightly tugged as he tried to ground himself. The feeling of your tongue rolling around the underside of him while you suctioned in your cheeks to create a vacuum almost had him unraveling in you right then and there.
He pulled on your strands, your mouth leaving his erection with a wet 'plop', to have you standing upright before him. Your lips were parted as your chest heaved to take in deep breathes. Face flush and lips swollen he felt his cock twitch at your fucked out expression. You could've sworn you heard a growl escape him as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapping around him instinctively, lips crashing against yours and threw you on his bed. You discarded the rest of your clothes as Chan watched you, licking his lips. He could still taste himself from the residue on your lips. Ready to pounce and devour you, as if his eyes weren't already doing that enough.
"What?" Your teasing tone brought Chan out of his predatory gaze. He watched as your fingers trailed down to your core. Lightly grazing your folds, enticing him as you spread your arousal around. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Don't worry," Chan purred as he crawled onto the bed. His mouth hovering right above your mound, breath tickling your skin. "There's only one cat that has the pleasure of my tongue right now."
You gripped his sheets as soon as his tongue made contact with your bundle of nerves. Wasting no time to insert a finger to prep you. Not that you needed it, he moaned at the thought, you were already so wet. Just ready for him. All for him.
With another finger, he curled against your walls, setting the exact pace that he knew you loved. His palm keeping that delicious pressure against your clit as he moved his body up to catch a nipple between his teeth. Sucking onto it as if he was expecting something to come out of it. The thought had you reeling as your hand found his head. Holding him close against you as your hips ground against his fingers.
'I would love to go on a date with you'
'No, I want to do this right.'
'I wanted to make sure you're alright. '
Simple little sentences here and there. Words formed by the man that made you absolutely weak to your knees. Each one lead you to where you were right nowâclosing in on your orgasm with the most perfect man practically worshipping you.
"Chan," you whimpered, "Channie, need you in me."
Need to come around you.
The words you didn't say. But as Chan removed his lips from your breast and glanced up at youâhe knew. Knew how much you craved something more than his digits to take you all the way. That you needed that stretch that only he could provide.
You squeaked as he ripped his fingers from your depths, grabbing your hips, and practically throwing you onto your stomach. He growled as you rested on all fours, arching your back and presenting yourself instantly, his teeth biting your cheeks and finally leaving those marks he desperately wanted to give you in the Inkigayo supply closet. The same growl that vibrated through him when he spoke to the man that flirted with you outside the bar earlier tonight.
Deep and guttural. Almost feral.
You almost came right then and there.
Chan and you hissed as he pressed his tip against your entrance. Chan's hand coming to the curve of your back and gently guiding you to bend a bit further for him. Your check rested on his mattress as he rubbed up and down your folds, coating himself with your arousal. "You gotta let me in," Chan teased as he experimentally pressed into you again. Still to no avail. All those weeks without one another made you lose the shape of him it seemed. Chan clicked his tongue and pressed a kiss on your spine. He didn't mind; it just meant he had to keep reminding your body. He'd gladly do so all night long if he had too.
You, on the other hand, we're starting to get frustrated. You needed him in you, it's been far too long without you wrapped around him. Your fingers, the toys you hid in your room, nothing compared to this. To him.
You pushed against him, mind too foggy to even care about the burn. Thoughts were wholly consumed of him. Chan moaned as he felt himself slightly press into you. "Careful,â he hissed as he grabbed your hips to stop you, "you're going to hurt yourself."
You turned to look over your shoulder. Your hair that was once pulled back for the date was coming undone. Strands were thrown around your face. Completely disheveled.
"Don't care."
Chan felt something in him snap. Those two words were all he needed to push himself entirely in you in one thrust. You practically screamed, and Chan was quick to wrap his hand around your mouth to muffle you. His hip never stopping their pace as he leaned down to groan in your ear; âIf you don't keep it down, the kids will hear you."
By the time the two of you entered the shared dorm, the rest of his roommates had already returned from their time at the barbeque and were deep asleep in their rooms. Guess they decided against a big meal and went out for something quicker. So, you did your best to keep it down as much as you could. But by God, was that one of the most difficult things to do as Chan kept reaching the deepest part of you. Scratching that itch that you haven't been able to reach yourself for months.
Chan hoisted you up once he felt your walls adjust to him, hand still on your mouth as your back pressed flush to his chest. The other wrapping around you to rub messy circles against your clit. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your thighs spasm, pure unadulterated ecstasy coursing through your veins. Your mouth hung open as you panted heavily into his palm. The loud moans that escaped you were traded out with small whimpers. Silent little pleas for Chan to take you there.
His lips never left your skin. Kissing on your neck, jaw, earâanything that he could latch onto so he could muffle his own noise. Only allowing the slaps of his thighs against yours to fill the room.
"Are you close?â Chan groaned in your ear. He could feel you clenching around him, closing in on your orgasm. "Where do you want it, stomach or behind?"
You shook your head at his question, whimpering against him. Neither of those is what you wanted. Him. You wanted him.
Chan felt his brow furrow slightly. This was a first. His hips slowed as the pieces of the puzzles came together. "Oh, oh?"
He withdrew entirely, earning a grumble of protest from you, and flipped you to lie on your back. He couldn't deny that he wanted it as well, and he'll be damned if he couldn't look you in the eyes as you felt his warm seed enter you for the first time. Chan's hand rested gently on your lower abdomen, kneading the skin underneath his fingertips. "Is this where you want it? Here?"
You didn't know it was possible but you could've sworn a mini orgasm washed through you as you heard him ask in Spanish. Chan chuckled quietly as he lined back up with you and gently pushed in until he was nice and snug in your warmth. Hand still on you, "I guess I can oblige. After all this is mine, right?"
"Yes, yesââ You instantly replied as he picked up his pace again. Chan's mouth finding yours in a messy kiss. The gentle touch of his palm turned into a pressure as he started to push down. No words could explain the obscene thoughts that went through his head as he felt himself move through you. He breathed in your moans that grew louder and louder with every thrust.
A crescendo as the waves of pleasure rolled higher and higher. Until it all came crashing down. Your hands found the back of his head, holding him close, as the surge flooded your mind, body, and soul with pure white hot ecstasy.
With the pressure of you holding him tight, on both ends, Chan found himself releasing deep inside you. Coating you with the very warmth you've yearning for months. Claiming everything he ever wanted.
As the ripples started to quell between the two of you, you and Chan finally parted for air. You couldn't help but give a teasing grind of your hips, earning a hiss from Chan as he pulled gently out of you before collapsing on the bed next to you face first.
"What are you doing?" You laughed as Chan just groaned in response.
âThat was so good, I think I died.â His voice came muffled though his sheets. You propped yourself on your elbow on the bed before smacking your palm down on one of his cheeks. Your laughter roaring through the room as he squealed before turning on his side to find you looking down at him with that shit eating smirk. "Come here," he laughed before pulling you to lay on his chest.
Your head laid on his bare chest, listening in to his heart beat and the air that flowed in and out of his lungs. Chan's arm wrapped around you as one of your free hands traced idle circles along his collarbone, the other resting under his head in the afterglow. âStay," he whispered so softly you barely heard him.
A plea for you to not leave him in the middle of the night like you used to before. "Of course,â you place a small kiss on his jaw before resting your eyes. Afterall, this wasn't a redezvous. This was something more. And for the rest of the night, Chan held you snug against him.
Chan only woke up when the sunlight flitted through his curtains. Groaning he turned to his side, arm stretched out in search for you. Only to be met with his sheets. His eyes flashed open and the dark brown orbs frantically scanned the room. His heart sank when he couldn't find your figure.
You promised.
Dawning some sweats, he made his way to the shared bathroom. Stopping in his tracks when a familiar giggle echoed through the dorm.
"Look who's finally awake," you smile. Chan took notice that you stole one of his hoodies and sweats as you, Jisung , and Changbin sat at the dinning room table. Hair up in a bun, completely tilted off to the side, as if you lived here your entire life. You belonged.
Images of his dream during his time in Paris flashed through his mind briefly.
You giggled as Chan walked around the table to wrap his arms around your shoulders and kiss your neck in greeting. Changbin and Jisung made gagging noises, but Chan just flipped them off before sliding a stool to sit next to you. "What are you guys talking about?"
He took note how your cheeks flushed and looked away from the table. Suddenly interested in the fruit bowl that sat on the kitchen island. Jisung made himself busy by clearing out the dirty plates and walking over to the sink. Deciding it wouldnât be appropriate to have that kind of discussion with his elder. Changbin, however, was a stark contrast from the two of you. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Oh," Changbin said with a drawl, ânothing much."
"Just trying to see how we can sound proof your room so the rest of the dorm can sleep without any," Changbin casted a glance at you, âinterruptions."
Author's Note: I want to say I apologize for how long this took me! Work, life, and everything in between has been dragging me down and I lost some inspiration during the time away. I want to thank everyone for their kind words for part 1. I do have an idea for part 3. However, I won't have a timeline of when it can be done, since work has been leaving me a bit more drained than I imagined and I'm usually a zombie by the time I get home. Hope you enjoyed it and so sorry it's so long
These three pictures were my reactions for this entire fic oh my god- I never thought I needed a part two until now and I LOVED IT!!! You absolutely killed it omg, every single sentence was perfection!!
Itâs The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp and Jennieâs song and itâs stuck in my head. All I can imagine is Bang Chan and a female idol having a one night stand
This has been sitting in my ask for some time. Mainly because I was working on Volume: Down, but also because I lost some interest in writing all together. But seeing this in my box again made my mind go 'brrrrr', so I thank you for getting me back on the horse (so to speak). Channie photo for tax.
TW under cut
TW: Fem!reader, PIV, Condom use (wrap it up), Blow job, fingering, let me know if I missed anything!
A whirlwind.
That was the only way to describe your encounter with Chan. One minute, you're in your dressing room--Chan leaning one arm on the doorway frame with that shit eating grin of his to wish you luck on your upcoming time slot--the next, you're pulling him in by the collar of his shirt and slamming the door shut. In a flash, you were pressed against the door, his mouth on yours. Hungrily, taking what he could without ruining your makeup.
Much.
"Eager?" You teased as his hand went to unbutton your top. Pausing briefly to take in the lacey bralette you had underneath, that supple skin bunched up together by the fabric that he desperately wanted to rip off with his teeth. You took note with the way he licked his bottom lilp before pulling the fabric down. Your breasts now exposed for him to take in his mouth. His tongue licking in an upward motion on your nipple, causing your head to roll back on the door. One of his hands massaging the other as he free hand traveled down to clip past the hem of your underwear, underneath that skimpy skirt that caught his eye in the first place, to cup you. Smirking against your breast as your, very apparent, arousal coated his palm.
"You're one to talk," he smiled back as his lips left you for a brief moment to watch your eyes close as he inserted a finger in your core. Taking in the way you gasped slightly as he started up a gentle rhythm to warm you up. His palm applying the right amount of pleasure on your clit as he worked his way up to a second finger to stretch you out. Your giggles filling the dressing room as Chan buried his face in your neck to plant small kisses to help ground you.
Even as a quick fuck--Chan was ever the gentleman.
"So wet from just a little kissing," he nipped your pulse poiont as he kept up the pace. When he spotted you during your rehearsal time--he knew you would be responsive. And it filled him with great pleasure that you were so much more than what he initially thought. That pleasure going straight to his hardening erection that he kept pressed to your thigh. Not even having to rub against you--your little gasps, the way you clenched around him, the way you wrapped your arms around his neck to tug at his roots--was doing more than enough for him. "Your fault," you panted as you ground your pelvis around his. Earning a hiss from Chan.
As he kept up his rhythmic motion, your hands found the silver button of his pants. Freed from his confines, Chan helped shimmy the fabric just below his cheeks, his member settling snug between the two of you. His pre-cum smearing against your skin.
"You ready?" He asked as he withdrew his fingerse to pull a condom from his back pocket. You almost argued--wanting to use your lips to return the favor. But Chan had another idea. Placing the small plastic between your mouth, he gave a simple command; "Bite."
You gingerly took the plastic end between your teeth and tilted your chin to tear it open. Careful to not rip the latex inside. Chan's eyes never left yours as you did so. Licking his lip once again to take in the seductive sight, and the anticipation of what was to come.
"Tell me if it's too much," he panted as he rolled the condom onto himself. Chan's free hand gripping the meat of your thigh to wrap around his hip. "A bit cocky much?" You teased as he experimentally rubbed against your entrance. Chan smiled like an absolute mad man as that sassy grin fell from your face as he pushed his tip in without warning. The stretch stung, but boy did it hurt so good.
He started off gently, allowing you some time to get used to the fell of him. To warm you up until he was able to bury his hilt in your warmth. Chan reveled in your small 'ahs' that started to built with every thrust. "Cocky enough for you?" He grinned, hoisting your other thigh up to lift you fully off the floor and firmly agains the door. Enjoying your little hiss as he was, somehow, able to find an even deeper part of you. However, that was short lived as your hand found its way back to the nape of his neck, tugging at his roots harshly, and tiliting his head back. Chan's hips slightly stuttering as his eyes locked with your predatory gaze.
"You talk too much."
By all that is Mighty, Chan was glad tha tyour crashed your lips against his to shut him up. His moans mixing with yours as the force of his thrusts were rattling not only your soul but the poor door that had the duty of sustaining the force of this impromptu quickie. The noises escaping growing louder, and with every sharp breath you took in, Chan could feel you clenching around him. The wave about to consume you.
"Faster," you broke away from the liplock to please. "Chan, please--I'm--"
"I know," Chan panted next to your ear. His hips sped up at y our request. Desperate as he was to come, he could only imagine no greater pleasure than to feel you unravel around him. "I know, baby, I know."
Chan kept his relentless pace. Planting small kisses here and there, telling you how much of a good girl you were being. How nice and wet you were just for him. How no one else would be able to fuck you that way that he does.
Your forehead pressed against his as the waved crashed through you. Chan had to do his very best to not come right after as he felt your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" your chanting graced his ears like a prayer. Part of him wishing that he was somehow recording it. Not that he would need it per se, Chan knew that this moment would be forever engraved into his memory. There would be no way of forgetting the vice grip your cunt had around him--nearly pushing him out entirely.
Once your spasms subsidded, Chan placed your feet back on the ground. Pulling out of you and taking off the condom, pumping his shaft at a quick pace, fully set on the idea of completing in his own hand, until you slinked to the fllor. Knees making contact with the wood paneling as you blinked your eyes up at him and opened your mouth--tongue lolling out.
Chan realized right then and there that this had to be a one time thing only. If not; you'll be the death of him.
You didn't fight back as Chan guided the back of your head to take him all in one go. Tears pooled at your eyes, but you pushed through it as he used you, willing your throat and jaw to go slack as much as they could. Eyes locked on his the entire time, only allowing yourself to close them briefly as that tangy load hit your tongue. Moaning as the warmth you were craving finally graced your tastebuds. The door behind you rattling one last time as Chan's closed fist made contact with it to steady himself as his hips spasmed while the intense wave rose its course.
He watched with that signature grin of his as you rose back up to your feet. Some of his cum on your lower lip, which you happily licked off with your tongue. If Chan hadn't already tucked himself back into his confine, he would've asked for another round.
The two of you took some time to gather yourselves. Hair a mess,, lips swollen, you even had to help apply some concealer on the back of his neck and shoulders to hide your claw marks. Even though Chan didn't mind; a proud war wound that he was willing to wear on display.
But as the two of you worked in silence, it was clear; time was coming to a close.
Chan grabbed you by your waist and pulled you in for a quick kiss. Mindful to not ruin the gloss you just reapplied. "Knock 'em dead," he whispered against your lips before bringing his palm down your ass as you made your way out of the dressing room.
He was smart to wait a moment or two before slinking his way backstage with the rest of the performers. Everyone was crowding around the viewing screen as the stage hands helped you get set up. To the rest of the world, it seemed as if nothing happened in your dressing room. But, as you got on your mark and licked your bottom lip, trying to calm your nerves and lick up any remaining residue of Chan's release, that devious smile of yours grew.
And so did Chan's dick.
AN: again sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoyed it đ
