Sugar and spice- with everything nice
I am officially back! I’ve been away for a longg time and am now officially putting my work back out there! I’ve moved over from my Styles account and am now here- mad crazy for everything Kpop and my boys!
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Without further ado! Here’s Sugar and spice- with everything nice. Bang Christopher Chan version!
Y/N shoves another tray of chocolate chip muffins into her beloved oven, slamming the door closed with a huff once the tray was placed down on the shelf. The noise that squeezes it was past her lips borders on a small growl and her normally well loved kitchen shivers in response to the noise. Y/N moves away from the oven and leans over the kitchen counter, placing her head in her hands and massaging at her temples- the ever present headache she’d had since her and Chan had started arguing had slowly been getting worse. These are not the sounds she usually makes in her kitchen, never banging and huffing around. Y/N’s happy place has always been her kitchen, it’s somewhere she smiles without even realising it, where she sways her hips to the beat of Stray Kids or 3RACHA songs without even realising what she’s doing, all the while food sizzles in pans and delicious smells flood their home.
Today, Y/N is anything but happy. Today, Y/N’s face is pinched up into a permanent scowl rather than the happy/pleased smile she usually wears in her kitchen. No music plays and even if it did Y/N was in absolutely no mood to be dancing around the kitchen. Not a single word had worked it’s way past her lips since Chan has left hours ago.
She’s just wasting time. She knows exactly what she’s doing- there’s papers sitting in her desk in her office. Papers that she really should be grading- her student are eventually going to need them back. But here she stands, glowering at her kitchen instead. Baking. Angrily. Any chance that she may have had at focusing at her work was long gone, and had been- the second that they had started fighting.
“Oh, I could kill him,” Y/N growls into the quiet of the room as she snatches up the mixing bowl she had just finished using, she looks down at the bowl, debating if she could be bothered to clean them again. She shakes her head, deciding to just get another one from the cupboard by the sink. She had several sets for this purpose- well, not this purpose- so that she can keep baking, without needing to constantly clean, for special occasions like Christmas or their birthdays. Chan has always made sure that she had loads of baking equipment to use.
Y/N drags another set of bowls out from the cupboard and places them on the side to start mixing together another batch of cake batter. This time she decides she’s going to use dark chocolate because she knows that Cham prefers milk chocolate. He had always preferred the milk over any other kind of chocolate.
It’s not very often that her and Chan fight, it’s not. But when they do… they can be ridiculous, sometimes their fights only last a few house, sometimes days. This time it’s the latter kind of fight. Y/N’s not even sure where Chan is right now, she thinks he’s probably at the gym, more than likely he’s at the studio. Those are the places that he usually goes when he storms off, it’s Chans own way of clearing his head- just like the kitchen usually is for Y/N.
When Y/N’s phone vibrates on the kitchen counter, she snatches it up- uncaring of the flour that she’s getting all over the device, only to realise that the notification is another email from one of her students asking about one of the assignments. Not a single message from Chan, he’s being stubborn now, not even texting her to let her know where he is and when exactly he plans on showing his face and actually coming home. To be fair, Y/N’s being exactly the same, she hasn’t messaged Chan all day either. And she certainly isn’t going to be the first one to cave and give in, she’s not going to be the first one to message him. She throws her phone back onto the counter and moves back to the cake batter, she picks the bowl up and starts spooning the batter into cake cases, waiting to be able to put them into the oven.
Y/N decides that since she’s done everything else from scratch she might as well make the frosting for the cakes from scratch as well, it’ll take longer- not that the frosting will take long to make, it’s just a little extra time she doesn’t have to think the argument she’s having with Chan. The fact that the frosting only takes an extra 10 minutes to make frustrates her to no end, and she slams the spatula that she had been using down on the counter. It’s really not fair, the spatula and her poor kitchen hadn’t done anything wrong and here she was, taking her frustrations out on her kitchen.
She’s in the middle of frosting the first batch of cakes when she hears the front door open. Y/N actually feels how her spine stiffens and she turns her body just enough that she can’t see him coming down the hallway. She can tell that it’s Chan regardless on if she can see him or not, the sound of his front door keys hitting the glass bowl to the side of the door and the sound of him slipping of his shoes- them being left to lay in a semi neat pile just inside as familiar as her own breath.
Y/N glances up, listening out over her shoulder for Chan in the hallway, she can hear him coming, he’s walking slower than he normally would, and he doesn’t even stop or say anything when he enters the kitchen. Anger wells up in Y/N chest, the silent treatment that they had with each other had finally reached its limit, for her anyways.
“Are you kidding me?” Y/N shouts as she spins around to look at Chan, her jaw set tight as she clenches her teeth, her small fists clenched down at her sides. “Not a single word?”
Chan, earphone in his ears, just stands there for a few seconds, staring at her. Just like Y/N thought he’d been at the gym, his gym bag sat near his feet, a small towel rapped around his neck, hair damp- Y/N’s going to assume his showered. Of course, he looks amazing, standing there all sexy, muscles bulging out of his gym shirt, hair ruffled. God damn Bang Christopher Chan for being so sexy when all Y/N wanted to do was be mad at him.
Before Chan even takes his earphones out of his ears, he shakes his head, “You didn’t say anything to me either Y/N,” he growls in response to her comment,
“And how exactly would you know,” she counters, he’s not wrong. She didn’t. “Maybe I did, how would you know when you had your earphones in!”
Chan blinks at her, shaking his head again, “You didn’t though, and I was only listening to some music,”
“That’s…” she huffs again, “That’s not the point and you know it!” She clenches her teeth again, fists clenching even tighter down by her legs, “And where have you been?” She questions back.
Chan looks down at his gym clothes and then back at Y/N, as though the answer should’ve been obvious enough that she shouldn’t have needed to ask.
“The gym,” he grunts back, “I’m going to get changed,”
“And I suppose it would’ve killed you to pick up the phone and at least text me, or call?” She shouts at him before he can even move.
“It’s not like you called or texted me either is it Y/N!” Chan shouts right back,” You didn’t seem that interested in knowing where I was either,”
Chan’s right. Y/N knows that he’s right. He’s not right about Y/N not wanting to know where he was, she had wanted to at least know that. Y/N was very interested in knowing where he’d been the last couple of hours, she was just being stubborn- not wanting to cave and text him first. It was silly, she knows that. It was silly and immature, but Y/N’s sure as hell not going to admit that.
Y/N doesn’t know when she does it, hasn’t got a single clue why she picks one up but her hand reaches for a frosted cupcake and then all of a sudden she’s shoving it into Chan’s face. Chan gasps as the cupcake makes contact with his face, the cupcake crumbles to pieces and falls to his feet on the floor. Crumbs fall down onto the front of his t-shirt, the salted caramel frosting that Y/N had decided on smeared across his cheek down to his chin.
With the remains of a cupcake falling down his shirt, Chan just stands there, his mind not quite grasping what Y/N had just done. He’s half confused, not sure on what’s just happened and how the hell he’s meant to respond. Chan reaches up to wipe the frosting off his face but his hand never touches his skin to get rip of the sticky mess.
Y/N has absolutely no idea what in the hell made her decide to do that, she can’t take it back now, she’s not even sure if she would take it back. Chan’s reaction-or lack there of- is so funny that Y/N doubles over, laughing. She can’t help it, she definitely shouldn’t be laughing. It was extremely immature or her but she couldn’t help herself, and Chan didn’t look like he was finding the funny side of the whole situation.
“I’m…I’m so-“ Y/N stutters out, she can’t decide if she should wrap her arms around herself or cover her mouth to stop the flow of giggles from coming out. “I’m sorry, Chan! I don’t know what… I’m so sorry!”
Licking at his lips, Chan can taste some of the caramel frosting that she had decided to use, he nods his head slowing making his way towards her, his slow approach makes Y/N back up further into the kitchen, she’s really not sure what Chan’s response is going to be.
“Chan, no I…” Y/N doesn’t even know how she can explain what she just did, let alone try and justify it, if also doesn’t help matters that she’s still laughing. “It was funny! A little. You would’ve done the same thing!”
It takes Y/N’s back hitting the counter top on the other side of the kitchen for her to realise that Chan had backed her that far into the kitchen. Chan nods his head again, a little nod and a sarcastic little smirk works it’s way onto his face. Chan reaches behind Y/N, and before she can even realises what’s happening, a full measuring cup of flour is being poured over he head, falling into her hair and down onto her shoulder.
Chan steps back and crosses his arms, smirk still ever present on his beautiful face, “See? I can be funny too.”
Now as well as cupcake crumbs being all over the floor of her kitchen there was a whole measuring cup of flour, and now instead of what was genuine laughter coming from her mouth only moments before, Chans laughter was anything but.
For the exact same reason that Chan didn’t find it funny, Y/N doesn’t either. She can’t even remember why she found it so funny in the first place. And now, instead of just being angry at Chan, Y/N was seething. And instead of going about the argument in a mature adult way, she looks along her counter top for something that she can throw back at Chan. There’s still some left over cake batter in one of the mixing bowls on the counter top, just sitting there, just waiting for her to pick it up. Right there. Right where she was standing. Y/N scoops up a handful of batter and tries to fling it at Chan, only to have her hand caught mid-air, most of the cake batter ends up on the floor- joining the cake crumbs and flour- Chan does however, need to quickly jerk his head to the side to miss getting what’s left of the batter in his face. He gets some, but instead of getting it all, he only gets a small splatter of batter across his cheek, joining the already smeared frosting.
“What the hell has gotten into you today!” Chan asks, shaking his head as if that would remove some of the batter from his cheeks.
“You!” Y/N exclaims, pulling at her hand to try and get out of Chans hold, “You’ve gotten into me!”
“Yeah,” Chan huffs as he drops Y/N wrist and steps back away from her, “You wish,”
A gasp works it’s way up Y/N throat, squeezing past her lips, she’s not sure if it’s because of what Chan said, the way he said it, or if it’s even the way he let go of her hand and backed up. She all of a sudden doesn’t want what’s happening to carry on, she wants Chan to hold her. Not even 2 seconds ago she was trying her hardest to get out of his grip, but now, she’d give anything to be back in his arms. To hell with this argument, she doesn’t care who’s right or wrong, Y/N just wants this to be over.
Chan’s whole attitude has shifted too, it’s subtle- but it’s there. His eyes has softened and his lips are now slightly turned down into a frown instead of pressed together in a hard line. His entire posture, instead of trying to get away from Y/N, seems just about ready to comfort her, or seek some form of comfort from her.
They both stand there, staring at each other- Chan’s face covered in frosting and cake batter, and Y/N covered in flour, cake batter dripping from her hand. All of a sudden Y/N’s throwing her self into Chan’s arms- or Chan’s lunging at her- either way, there both a complete and utter mess, and all over each other.
Messy hands and all, Y/N gets a tight grip on Chan’s hair and pulls him closer to her, her legs moving up to wrap around his, Chans hands fitting snugly around her ass. It doesn’t even matter that their making each other even messier, the combination of cake batter, flour and frosting getting everywhere. Y/N would spend everyday like this, if she could.
“Oh my god,” Y/N groans against Chans lips, already breathless, “you taste amazing, Chan,”
“Mmh,” Chan’s hands grip Y/N’s ass even tighter, lifting her up a little higher so her legs can wrap around his waist completely, “cause’ your baking is amazing,”
Y/N huffs a small laugh into their next kiss, “Not what I meant,”
Chan laughs back, “I know, still the truth though,”
Y/N no longer in the mood for their arguing, shrugs her shoulders, allowing Chan to move backwards in the kitchen and drop her onto the counter. She complains at this, all of her measuring cups, bowls and bags of different ingredients go crashing to the floor.
“My cakes!” She shouts, “watch my cakes,”
Chan nods his head, even as he begins to draw Y/N top up and off her body, only stopping to answer her when the offending piece of clothing is up and off her body, dropped onto the floor.
“I can see your cakes,” he growls back at her, voice heated. “Now stay still,”
A small whimper falls from her lips, goosebumps rise all over her skin, even with the whole house being nice and toasty with all of the baking that she had been doing all day. Y/N can’t help it, not with way that Chan’s talking to her. Chan drags his fingers down her throat and front, his fingers grazing over her nipples through the lace of her bra and she arches into his touch, her whole body coming alive.
Chan leans down, licking at the skin above the top of her bra, Y/N can feel how wet she’s becoming. Her whole core tingling, wanting Chan to touch her. Needing Chan to touch her. Chan reaches up behind Y/N and unclasps her bra, it falls lose around her tits and Chan drags it down completely, it swiftly joining her top on the floor. Chan starts mouthing at her chest, the skin rolled between his lips, his teeth lightly grazing over her nipple, just enough for her to arch her whole body into his touch, her core clenching and flooding with wetness.
Y/N reaches out and grips Chan’s chin, pulling him up and slamming her lips to his, a resounding moan works it’s way past Chan’s lips as Y/N works her way down his neck, mouthing and nipping at the skin she can reach from her position on the counter. There’s already pretty red marks blooming underneath the skin that she’s nibbling on. Chan let’s out a small whimper, Y/N pulling him closer so she can grind down on his leg, trying her absolute hardest to get some form of friction against her core.
“Fuck,” Chan groans into her ear, “gonna fuck you right here… right in your kitchen,”
Of course he is. And of course Y/N wants him too, wants him to take her where she sits. And she sure as hell isn’t going to say anything to stop Chan’s train of thought or argue with him.
There close enough now that when Y/N slips her hand down Chan’s front her hand automatically searches for his cock so she can wrap her hand around his head. She finds him quick enough, hand gripping him as he begins sucking his own marks into the skin of her neck. Chan had always loved marking her up, loved seeing the small round marks all over her skin.
Y/N’s fingers work over Chan’s head, his eyes widening, mouth going slack, his groans and whimpers muffled into the skin of her neck. Y/N grins at his response a small huff of a laugh working its way out of her mouth. Chan’s own lips curl up into his own smirk when he looks up at her.
“You think your funny, don’t you?” He grins at her, Y/N shrugs her shoulders in response, “I think you’re a brat,”
Chan reaches up and tugs at the hair at the base of her neck, pulling her head so that she’s looking up at him. Chan bends down and starts sucking on her neck again, nibbling at the skin. No doubt leaving even more marks that Y/N will most likely flush over when she looks at herself in the mirror later.
“Chan… daddy,” Y/N groans, it sounds more like a whine, both to her ears and Chan’s, “I…”
There is not a single word or response that Y/N can think of that is an appropriate answer to what Chan is asking. She does however know that she can do more for Chan than just sitting in the kitchen counter looking pretty, kissing at his neck, but as soon as she tries to slide of the counter top to get down on her knees in front of him, Chan grips at her hips to keep her positioned on the counter.
“Where do you think your going?” Chan asks as soon as she tries to move herself of the counter top, “I thought I told you to stay still?”
Without even waiting to hear what she has to say in response, Chan’s yanking at her leggings, pulling them down her legs with enough strength that Y/N has to lean back and grip the edge of the counter so that she doesn’t fall off. Once the legging were down her legs they also get thrown into the collected pile of her clothes on the floor. Chan bends down and bites up her thighs, being less than gentle about the marks he was probably leaving. Chan reaches the apex of her thigh and noses at her through her panties, breathing in deeply, he groans deep in his chest at her scent.
“You smell so good baby,” Chan groans into her skin, he pulls her panties to spine side and runs his tongue up her centre to her clit, Y/N whines, her head falling back, hitting the cupboard behind her head. Chan’s still bent down, head buried in her core, tongue still running up and down, trying to taste as much of her as he can. Chan lifts his head, still tonguing at her and smirks at how wrecked she looks. Huffing out a laugh at how quickly he was able to bring her to the edge in such a short amount of time. Y/N grins back at him, her hand training down and gripping in his hair, pulling him up her body and slamming her lips against his, letting her tongue explore his mouth. Tasting herself in Chan’s mouth she slides her way down the counter, her body grinding against Chan’s the whole way down so that she’s standing next to Chan.
The second Y/N’s feet touch the floor, the second before she can sink down onto the knees in front of him and get Chan’s delicious cock into her watering mouth, Chan’s turning her around and shoving her over the counter she was just sitting on. Bending her over so her ass is sticking out, he lands a quick swat to her left cheek.
“Don’t even think about moving pet,” Chan growls out as he bends down to bite at the skin on the base of her neck, Y/N groans, her pussy flooding with so much wetness she’s pretty sure she can feel it leaking down her thighs.
“Don’t wanna,” Y/N whines back at Chan, attempting to stand back up, she doesn’t get very far before Chan is shoving her back down- holding her there this time- and landing two more smacks to her ass, he growls, really not in the mood for her to be even a little disobedient right now.
“Stay fuckin’ still. I mean it Y/N,”
There’s already bring red hand marks blossoming across the cheek where Chan had decided to spank her, he doesn’t mind – neither does she- clearly loving the expense of red marks that he’s leaving against her beautifully pale skin. Y/N whimpers, legs shaking as Chan slowly drags his hands over the marks,
“See baby, all you had to do was listen,” he coos, she knows by the tone of his voice his not the least bit sorry about the marks on her skin, “just listen, and then daddy wouldn’t have had to spank you,”
She knows he’s right. He’d probably been right all along, this however, is the only situation that she would willingly agree with him,
“Know daddy, didn’t wanna though,” she murmurs back to him.
“I’m fully aware of that fact let,” Chan says into her skin, his hand gently running over her soft ass, “are you going to listen now?” He question, his grip slacking that was still holding her down.
“Yes. Please,” she whines back, pushing her ass out into his hand,
Chan lowers his hand, just enough that his fingers are running over her sopping core, she whines again, pushing harder so that his fingers push into her.
“Oh god,” Y/N whines again when Chan moves his down to push against her opening, “Chan…”
Chan responds by shoving his fingers into her, pulling yet another wine out of her mouth, this only makes Chan shove his fingers in harder, faster. Once again bringing her close to the edge she was tethering on earlier.
Chan keeps it up, shoving his fingers in and out of her, working his way up to two before she even realises what his doing. Y/N whines and groans, trying her hardest not to buck down against his hand- which is really difficult considering the fact that every few thrusts of Chans fingers, he drags the across the spot inside her that makes her toes curl and almost fall over the edge she so desperately wants to.
“Fuck! Fuck,” she almost screams, “right there! Please daddy! Right there,” Y/N turns her head to the left, Chan see this and gives her exactly what she wants, shoving his tongue into her mouth and kissing her so hard that she doesn’t even realise that his fingers have slipped out of her and he’s working in shoving his cock inside her.
She screams into the kiss, eyes snapping open as she’s stretched around his huge cock. Chan keeps her hips still, still kissing her lips as he begins to thrust away at her core, pulling almost the whole way out before he’s shoving his cock back inside, all the way down to the base, his hips pressed up against her red ass. She whines, mouth falling open as tears worm their way past her eyes falling down her cheeks she has never felt this good.
“Good pet,” Chan groans in her ear, hand moving up to grip at her throat, he squeezes slightly. Not enough to cut of her air, just enough that she can feel his hand. Just enough that she wants.
“Holy fuck,” she whimpers back, “god yes, daddy.”
Chan snaps his hips faster, he can feel how wet she is. Can feel it practically dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. This makes Chan groan, makes him realise that his release is some much closer than he thought.
“Come on baby, come for daddy,” he reaches down, his fingers rubbing at her clit as he still relentlessly pounds away at her core, chasing his own release so they can come together.
Y/N comes, her whole world shattering behind her eyes as she creams on Chans cock, his following her over, shoving his cock so deep and hard inside her it lifts her off her toes. He comes so much it overflows, his mess joining hers on her thighs and the mess on the floor.
They end up on the floor, both curled around each other, sitting amongst the mess of cake batter, flour, crumbs and all of Y/N’s baking equipment. All of which is waiting to be picked up, dusted off and out back into its rightful place in her now once again happy kitchen.
“Didn’t hurt you did I?” Chan whispers into her ear after a few minutes of them lying together, basking in their glow together. He’d taken his shirt of- god knows when- considering it was covered in a multitude of different things, and Y/N runs her hands down his stomach.
“No,” Y/N grins back up at him.
“Good, Y/N… I… I’m so sorry, I should-“
“No Chan! Please, it was my fault,” Y/N interrupts his talking, “it really was my fault,”
She stops talking, their quite with each other, calm. And for a few moments they just lay there, wrapped around each other. Y/N snuggles down closer into Chans chest, and they sit and do absolutely noting. She hopes their done fighting now, she definitely is.
Y/N turns her head, looking Chan in the eyes, nodding her head and waiting for him to ask his question.
“Do you?… do you remember why we were fighting?” He asks, face scrunched up into beautiful confusion.
Y/N pulls the exact same face, racking her brain to see if she can remember what had been the cause of all of this, “No. No I don’t.” She states, almost as though it’s a question.
“Yeah,” Chan murmurs, his eyes widening slightly, a small smile working its way onto his face, “me neither,”
They sit there, looking at each other. Matching looks on both their faces, and then suddenly their laughing. Grasping at each other as giggles work past their lips. Eventually they both decide they should get up and get themselves and her poor kitchen clean. Y/N turns off the oven, the cakes that she had been cooking were most definitely ruined by now- she’ll make new ones anyways, this time with milk chocolate instead of dark just to make sure that Chan eats them. They both walk naked towards the stairs, Chan insisting that they get themselves clean and dry before they attempt to clean her ruined kitchen.
“Hey Chan?” Y/N murmurs, being up to kiss the corner of his mouth, Cham hums out his response. “We should solve all of our problems like this from now on,” he laughs head thrown back slightly, eyes creasing shut. He smacks her ass and she squeals in answer, her ass still sore from the slight spanking that she had gotten earlier. Y/N speeds up a little, almost running up the stairs to the bathroom, and into the shower, hers and Chans laughter fill the now happy house, the argument they had long forgotten.
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