Genre: fuckboy!Chan, smut, angst, fluff
Warnings: vague depictions of depression, corruption kink, unprotected sex, fingering, losing virginity
"Why do you always look so sad?"
Y/N steals a glance at the school's fuckboy folding his clothes and shoving them into a drawer on the other side of the room.
Chan stops with his clothes and turns around. He folds his arms as he leans against the cabinet, his eyes narrowing as he stares at the girl who's paused scribbling in her diary.
"I don't know," Chan drawls. "You always look sad. Like everyone looks sad, but you look sad sad, if you know what I mean."
"Ha," Y/N scoffs. Even her friends hadn't noticed … she has no idea how this boy she's barely spoken to has noticed. "You don't miss much."
Chan turns away again and puts the last of his clothes away. He shrugs as he makes sure there's enough room in the drawers for Y/N's clothes before closing them again. Then he heads to the bed and sits down on his side, Y/N automatically moving out of the way. "It's kind of obvious."
"Thanks," Y/N snorts. She slams her diary shut and drops it onto the bedside table as she rubs her temples. This is going to be a long, long two weeks.
She makes a mental note to sue her college for planning such a long trip. And for lumbering her in a room with a male. A very testosterone heavy, male.
"What's going on with you?" Chan asks. He props up on one elbow and faces her entirely, his attention completely on her.
She's caught off guard. She wishes he wouldn't look at her like that; it's enough that his bare arms are glaring at her with their bulging muscles, let alone the intensity of his gaze that seems to slowly, intimately undress her.
"Come on," He continues. "If we're to be roommates for two weeks, we should get to know each other."
"Yeah, well, there's really not much to know about me," Y/N mutters.
Chan chuckles. "Well that's not true. You've a whole book there filled with things about you. I'd say that's rather a lot."
They fall silent and Y/N wraps her arms around her knees as she rests her cheek against the tops of them. She stares quietly out of the window, wondering what to say.
"Sometimes I just feel like shit," Y/N says. "I don't know why but I just do. I can't really explain it."
"Depression?" Chan suddenly asks and surprised, Y/N looks up. When he catches her staring, he laughs and rubs the nape of his neck. "Shocked, huh? Yeah I kind of struggle with it myself."
Curious, Y/N sits up and watches him expectantly.
Chan shrugs and waves a hand, brushing it off as he replies. "I'm fine. This isn't about me anyway, this is about you."
Y/N can't help but giggle quietly. He smiles as he watches her face light up momentarily before it morphs into the same impassive one as before.
"You need some dick," Chan suddenly says, and Y/N almost jumps at the statement; she stares at the man with wide eyes and he starts to laugh at her response, rolling onto his back.
"I need some what?" She asks, aghast. "Sex doesn't fix everything."
"No, but there isn't much it can't fix," Chan sits back up and he wriggles his eyebrows. "If you really must know, the only reason I started sleeping around was so I could escape from my own depression. It kind of works … for a bit. Like a painkiller. Doesn't last forever, but when it does … it's fucking amazing."
Y/N doesn't know what to say. She's taken aback, and she's even more shocked when she realises she's beginning to dwell on his words.
No, she tells herself. Fuck off.
"Well, you do you," she mumbles, turning away again. She's horrified to realise her cheeks have begun to grow hot to touch.
"You should try it," Chan says. "Let someone fuck you till you can't think anymore. You won't even have the energy to be depressed."
"And you're offering, are you?" Y/N snorts.
"Well, yeah," Chan replies so casually that Y/N nearly falls off the bed.
She feels like slapping her body for reacting to his words in such a sinful manner.
"You're so full of yourself," Y/N groans.
Chan suddenly smirks. "You could be full of me too, if you just say yes."
Fighting the urge to scream, Y/N reaches around and grabs her pillow before throwing it at him. The man laughs loudly, the sound travelling straight to Y/N's core.
"Is this how you get all the other girls?" Y/N asks, genuinely curious. "How does that work?"
Chan shrugs, suddenly looking perplexed. "Depends on the girl. I don't really remember half of them, to be honest."
"That's appalling," Y/N says. "I hate it."
Chan smiles then, and he slowly leans closer to her. He shifts on the bed so that he's directly in front of her, and when his hand comes up to cup her face, she jumps so hard that Chan's eyes suddenly widen.
"Wait a minute," he breathes, his thumb caressing her cheekbone. Y/N's eyes fall shut, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. "Tell me you're not … you're not a virgin, are you?"
Y/N's eyes fly open again. She doesn't even need to reply because her answer must be imprinted clearly in her eyes for Chan suddenly leans back, expelling a large breath of air.
"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Y/N whispers. If she's completely honest with herself, she didn't particularly want him to take his hand away.
They sit facing each other, their faces solemn. Y/N isn't sure what comes over her next because she suddenly blurts out words she had no intention of saying out loud.
"I'll let you," she swallows. "If you want to."
Chan's eyes widen. He looks as though he's struggling to breathe, and he shifts position; his shorts have begun to strain uncomfortably.
"But only because I'm sick of feeling this shit," Y/N continues. She hides a smile when Chan's eyes crinkle up in amusement. "This is nothing personal."
"Are you sure?" Chan asks. "That you want me to do this, I mean."
Y/N nods. "Yeah. Go to town, fuckboy."
Chan bursts into laughter. He can't help it; he has to take a moment to compose himself before he suddenly ends up behind the girl, hugging her tightly.
"I'm sorry," Chan whispers as he slides his arms around her waist. He's leaning against the headboard of the bed and Y/N fits perfectly in between his legs, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he curls himself around her. "That you feel like shit. I really am."
"You have no reason to be sorry," Y/N murmurs as Chan rests his chin on her shoulder. His hands have begun caressing her stomach as he hugs her, and he turns his face to the side to kiss her cheek softly, making her shiver.
"I know," Chan says. "But I know how you feel … I wouldn't wish that anyone."
Y/N forgets to reply when his plump mouth starts to trail down the line of her throat; his hand is curled around her neck softly and she tips her head back onto his shoulder, letting his mouth have full access to the base of her throat. She swallows hard as he plants soft kisses at the side of her neck and the curve of her shoulder as his other hand starts to trail down her stomach.
"Tell me if it gets too much for you, okay?" Chan continues to whisper into her ear as his fingertips play with the hem of her shorts. "First timers are always more sensitive."
"I don't know why you saying that just turned me on," Y/N gasps, biting her lip. "But it just did."
"That's fucking cute," Chan growls. He slowly slips his hand into her underwear and the girl's hips buck against his at the contact. She whimpers ever so quietly when his middle finger strokes down her crotch, his skin easily slipping through her wetness.
"You know," Chan suddenly says as he lets his fingers explore Y/N's heat. He smiles when her face contorts at the unfamiliar feeling, kidding her temple. "You should know, I have a huge corruption kink."
Y/N groans. She's already a panting mess and he's barely begun; just the proximity of his chest on her back is enough to ignite fire in her stomach. "Why am I not surprised?"
Chan chuckles quietly. He slowly starts rubbing circles over her clit, spreading her legs wide over his as she leans further back into him. He relishes the way Y/N's mouth parts as pleasure floods through her, the feeling of his fingers on her intimate area bringing colour to her cheeks.
"You're so wet," Chan breathes against her neck. "Why are you so wet?"
"Because you're a hot bastard," Y/N grits out through her teeth. She moans suddenly as Chan tests the waters by pushing the first third of his finger into her hole. "Don't let that get to your head."
"Which head?" Chan asks provocatively. "Because I'm already fully hard."
Robbed of words again, Y/N doesn't respond. She tries to keep her eyes open but they fall shut as Chan continues his slow, delicious torture on her throbbing clit; the texture of his fingers feel so good that she soon loses her grasp on reality. She becomes a whimpering, whining bundle of electricity in Chan's arms as he continues to caress her folds. The way his hot breath brushes her neck as he whispers dirty things to her makes her gasp and tilt her hips into his hand, and when she feels the hard bulge against her lower back, she can't contain herself.
"You sound so pretty, baby girl," Chan whispers as her thighs begin to tense up. "Definitely the prettiest moans I've ever had. And probably the wettest pussy too."
His words push her over the edge and her thighs tremble as an unfamiliar wave rushes through her; pleasure, hot and fast and robbing her of her senses as it sets her body on fire and carries her into a completely different dimension.
She's barely aware of how loud she's moaning until Chan clamps his mouth over hers; his tongue is hot and wet like her hole and she moans at the dynamic.
"Hush, pretty baby," Chan kisses her hard as his fingers still rub slow circles over her clit. "We can't let the rest of the hotel know what we're up to, can we?"
Y/N shakes her head as his tongue slides over her own; it feels as though the world has stopped, everything wet and hot and full of sensation that makes her body tingle.
"I want more," Y/N gasps, drunk. The sweet taste of his mouth is now lingering on her tongue, the intoxicating scent of him seeping into her pores. She feels as though they've both become one, and she wonders what it would feel like to go all the way.
"You're sure?" Chan asks, cupping her jaw.
"Yes," Y/N nods. "Yes. Please."
Chan flips her so she's on her back; he quickly discards her soaking underwear and shorts along with her top. He's almost in a trance as he drinks in the addictive sight of her nudity laying amongst the dark sheets, and it's all he can do to gently slide his hands down her sides in a tender caress.
"You're beautiful," Chan says, and he means it; he's never been so inebriated by someone before, and his heart pounds in his chest as he strips his own shirt off.
Y/N smiles shyly. Then her eyes widen as she takes in his form; he's muscular and so much bigger than she is, and her mouth drops open as he hovers over her, caging her body with his own.
"Oh my," she exhales; he's so close to her, huge waves of heat radiating off of his chiseled chest and onto her own. She's never been skin to skin like this before, and if she thought she was under a daze before … her eyes darken, mirroring the man's gaze above her.
"Ready?" Chan asks her. He looks ethereal on top of her; suddenly Y/N realises why all these women are so enamoured by him.
"Yes," Y/N nods. "God, yes."
"You're so eager it's making me want to … " He trails off on a growl and before Y/N can respond, he starts to push himself into her.
The further he pushes into her walls, the more Y/N's eyes widen; her lips part in shock as she realises how thick he is and how his length seems to he neverending … she's not even sure if he's fully inside of her when he comes to a stop, unable to push anymore.
"Fucking hell," Chan groans. He drops his head into the crook of her neck and entwines his fingers with hers before pushing their tangled hands above her head on the mattress.
For some reason, the tender gesture of him holding her hands makes her eyes prickle; she blinks hard, not wanting to know how much of an effect this is having on her, when he suddenly pulls out, making her back arch up and off of the bed.
His fingers tighten around hers as she slams into her and she cries out; Chan's tongue darts into her mouth again, muffling her screams and her lips muffling his loud groaning as he twists his hips into hers. He briefly lets go of one of her hands to grip her thigh, throwing her legs around his back before he slips his hand into hers again.
"You're," Chan gasps, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head. "So. Fucking. Tight."
"And you're huge," Y/N cries; he's big enough to borderline cause her pain, but the way the tip of his cock is stroking her walks is causing her so much pleasure that she barely notice. "No one is ever going to be able to top this. Fuck you."
Chan growls, and he thrusts into her particularly hard. She moans loudly as their wet skin slap against each other, creating so much noise in the room that Chan has given up caring trying to reduce the noise. The bed has begun to creak as he fucks her hard, each one of his movements moving everything.
"Well," he grunts. "We'll have to make sure that no one else ever fucks you apart from me. You're mine now. All mine."
Y/N is too far gone to comprehend what he just said; her brain has begun to cloud over and the familiar pressure has begun to build in her lower half.
Chan rests his forehead against hers, and staring into her eyes, he increased his speed; their bodies melt and rock together in such a harmonious way that it barely takes another stroke for Y/N to whine loudly as she clenches around him, every cell in her body screaming with burning bliss.
She's floating amongst stars when he comes inside of her, their release filling her to the brim in a hot stream. It's a soft feeling, and her hole pulses as it spills out of her and onto the sheets.
Everything is hazy as Chan cleans up their mess with his discarded shirt before he suddenly pulls the girl into his arms; Y/N is bewildered when she finds herself cuddled up to his bare chest, their legs tangled together and the plush pillows beneath their heads.
"I know you were trying not to cry," Chan hums softly, and his fingers caress through her lightly tangled hair. They detangle the strands gently as he rests his chin atop her head, cocooning the girl in his body's warmth. "You can cry now, if you want. There's no one here apart from us … you don't need to pretend anymore. You're safe here."
And just like that, those words she'd been hoping for for a lifetime are her undoing; her cheek pressed up to his chest, his rapid heartbeat slowly regulating to its original speed soft against her head, she lets herself come undone. Tears spill over her lower lash lines as she bursts into hot, painful tears as the puzzling man's arms tighten around her. She strangely does feel safe - the thought of her finally feeling like she's at home in the arms of the man she could never have imagined to be holding her makes her cry even more.
But amongst the tears, she can't help but smile against Chan's skin; if she's not mistaken, she's sure that the biggest fuckboy she knows has caught feelings for her.
The feeling's mutual, she thinks to herself as she falls asleep in curve of the man's arms.
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