Showering Lee Know with affection
Bang Chan; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;
I wanted to make this a drabble but i have literally no control
Summary: You've been waiting for Minho to make a move for ages, so what happens when he actually does?
Warning: Best friends to lovers. Reader feels anxious but nothing over the top. Some cursing. Reader is a bit on the timid side at first but she gets bold. Minho and reader banter with each other. Worried Minho. Reader is whipped for Minho ( who isn't honestly). Not proofread
Word count-2470
A/N - I'm thinking to write " showering him with affection" fic with every member. I will try to write and upload Changbin's as soon as I can. Please feel free to interact, I will gladly hear anything you have to say. Requests are open too, so if you want me to write something I'll do my best❤️
It was one of those days that took your whole energy away, and desperately made you wish you were in bed cocooned in your fluffiest blankets and chill without a care in the world. Thankfully you didn't have that much to do that day, you were just feeling passive. But, unfortunately, you couldn't say the same about your best friend. With comeback being just around the corner he and boys had been working their butts off. You desperately wished there was something you could do to help him in any way, to lessen his burden, but there was so much you could do.
You sighed and looked at your chat with Minho. He had not been on contact for 7 hours now. The last text said that he would text you when he had time but here you were now, still not a word from him.
You looked out the window, the city looked unusually calm but maybe it was because you were feeling bit detached. It was also one of the nights where sleep didn't come so easy. You were feeling sore all over and tired out of your mind but, despite that, you couldn't keep your eyes shut. Maybe it was because you were worried about Minho, maybe it was because you missed him so much you felt like you were missing a part of yourself. It's been days since you last saw him. You knew how busy he could get, especially when he had comback like this, but you couldn't help but worry, more so when you knew how hardworking and perfectionist he was. It wouldn't be a surprise if he, even at this hour, was at the company working his butt off. Sometimes the urge to just smack him was too strong. You both loved and hated these qualities of his-his dedication and sense of responsibility was something to admire yes, but you hated that because of this he owerworked himself to sheer exaustion, you hated that he worked sometimes so hard that he even forgot to eat. In times like this you tried to remind him regularly to take care of himself, also, whenever you could, you tried to bring him food but you could do so much. You were also mad that you had to be so busy you also didn't have time to be as there for him as you wanted. You just had to be loaded with work too.
You sighed yet again and stood up, sulking to yourself wouldn't do much good, so you would at least be productive. Also, maybe if you tired yourself more maybe you would actually be able to sleep at least some hours. You walked to the fridge and started scanning the products, pondering what you could make that would be both nutrtitious and healthy. Knowing your friends they would be mostly eating takeout and junkfood so it would be good if they ate something healthy and homemade. You were sure they woud appreciate it.
You started preparing everything while listening to a true crime podcast your friend recommended earlier. You were getting excited by the second, knowing your gesture would make him happy. The mere thought of seeing him smiling and content filled your heart with joy. Yes, you were whipped for him, but who could be immune to his charms? You felt like you had loved him since forever, you were not sure when you started developing feelings for him, but when you did you fell hard and quickly. Unfortunately for you though, you were a bit of a coward and you chose to stay in the in the comfort zone of friendship, terrified to ruin everything you two had. It was sometimes infuriating, especially when you knew that your feelings toward each other was more than platonic, there was always something more, you knew he felt something for you but neither of you did anything about it. You came in harmony with the fact that you were not initiative person like that, the person who made first moves, okay, but Minho? His lack of action made you withdraw more and it sometimes made you feel like you were deluding yourself.
Sometimes it got tiring tho, waiting and waiting for the other person to at least give you more than a hint that they returned your feelings, something just something! There were even times when you wished he would at least turn you down, so you would have a reason to move on, to stop holding on the moss.
Being this lost in the thought you didn't even realize when your front door opened, you were only startled out of the bones when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. Your first instinct was to grab something to use to defend yourself, but as soon as the familiar scent of bodywash and the hint of cologne hit your nose you quickly realized that your intruder was Minho.
With a hand on your chest and scowl adorning your face you turned in his hold to scold him. "What the hell Minho? What happened to knocking?" You couldn't help but scold, why did he have to be stealthy like a cat?
Any hint of anger died the instant you took his image in. The exhaustion was evident on his figure and he was out of breath, had he been running?, his eyes were bloodshot and he had dark eyebags, he looked paler, and maybe even skinnier too. Had he not been eating at all? You carefully started examining him, worry apparent on your eyes. "Have you been taking care of yourself at all? What the hell Minho? What brought you here? Why aren't you at your house sleeping? Did something happen?.." You were ready to throw hundred more questions but he quickly stopped you by putting his hands on your shoulder, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
"Breathe princess." His soft voice made you realize that you vere rambling.
"Oh, okay, sorry." You brought all your attention to him now and Minho decided to flick your head now, you quickly rubbed the place "what was that for you asshole?"
"Where the fuck is your phone?"
" I don't know dude! Probably somewhere here why? "
Minho took a deep breath and glared at you. "I thought I would come by and crash at your place, when I saw that you had your lights on so you were awake. I banged on your door for like 10 minutes, no answer. I call like ten times no answer okay Maybe you fell asleep, but I hear man's voice and something about blood? Thankfully I had your spare key on me or else I would've broken your door now. " You felt guiltier by the second, Minho looked really worried too, you had to lighten up the situation.
"Aww you do love me," you started cooing and you wrapped his frigid body into a hug, Minho made a point to be as much like a stick as he could.
"Why are we friends again?" Minho grumbled but he didn't look annoyed anymore, you grinned and started leading him to a table.
"Because I'm amazing, and you love me and I made your favourite" you dramatically gestured at the food which was now ready and looked good as ever.
"Looks good," he muttered out softly as he lightly patted your hair which he knew you didn't appreciate that much, "Still mad tho."
" How about we cuddle after it? I'll even massage your scalp." You suggest knowing this would crack him up.
And it did he gave you one last side eye but gave up, oriented on food. " Okay deal."
You two ate in silence, not really giving a damn that it was the middle of the night and it was not at all healthy, talking calmly about what you two have been up to while you didn't see each other, with Minho sometimes interrupting both you and himself to say again and again that food was delicious and just what he needed. He told you all about their progress in dance rehearsals, in what parts in choreo he had trouble, of course without spoiling you about the album, loving to tease you as always. Second after second you realized just how much you've missed this, just existing together not having to worry about anything. That's what you loved the most being with him, he made you feel so safe and comfortable, even though you two constantly got on each other's nerves, he was your safe space and you tried your best to be his.
After a while you two were snuggled up in your bed, all washed up and content. You slowly scratching his scalp while he basically laid on top of you, with his head on your tummy. You just loved how silky smooth his hair was, but what you loved the most was sleepy Minho. It was whole another level adorable.
"don't you wanna get under the covers so we can actually sleep?" You hummed out and slightly tugged harder at his hair knowing he liked it. He lazily looked up, eyes half closed, feeling a bit dazed.
"Feel lazy." You couldn't help but smile, "come on babe get up, I promise I won't stop scratching your head." You waited for an answer while he stared at you. You pondered for a second, why was he staring at you like that? You had been addressing each other like couple for a while,(manifesting at it's best) so there was nothing new about that. Was there something on your face? You literally washed it minutes ago. "What is it min?" Minho slightly furrowed his eyebrows and hid his face, "you're beautiful"
You were sure you heard him right but you had to make sure. "What? Couldn't hear you pretty boy." He looked at you with a scowl
"Don't make me say it." You grinned at him.
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Minho sighed and got up, he leaned in so that his face was in front of you, his presence intervening with yours, you blinked at him slowly awaiting for him.
"You're beautiful" you felt like you couldn't breathe, he looked so deep into your eyes you felt like your soul was naked, you felt so vulnerable. You smirked deciding to challenge him.
"What are you going to do about it?" You were internally screaming, you saw someone say to do this on internet, you couldn't believe you actually had the balls to say it.
Minho looked at you with dark eyes, his face not giving away what he was thinking, you suddenly had the urge to back down, however before you could act on it he decided to lean in and capture your lips in a kiss.
Your whole world was spinning, was this really happening to you? Was the man you had been pining over for years, your best friend, the man of your dreams kissing you like there was no tomorrow?
His lips felt so soft you felt like you could melt. You quickly put your hands around his neck and tried to return the kiss with the same vigor but you doubted it was possible. Minho was kissing you so passionately it almost felt like he was about to devour you, yet, at the same time, he held you like you were the most fragile thing to ever exist, you've never felt more loved and cherished. And most of all you've never felt more alive than this. You were sure you felt every cell in your body ignite and come alive. If someone were to offer you ability to stop time you would freeze this moment so you could relieve it again and again.
"How come we've never done this?" Minho asked after he broke off the kiss. You were amazed how he was able to talk when you felt like you couldn't breathe at all.
" I don't know Min, why haven't you done so before?" You smiled and softly kissed his lips, him chasing after it had you chuckling.
"Must've been a fool, considering I've been in love with you for years" he leaned in again to seal your lips but you willed yourself to break it.
"You love me?"
"I do, I love you." Was it possible to pull a muscle from smiling?
"Say it again" you leaned in now, your fingers carefully fixing his strand of stray hair on his forehead, carefully examining his pretty features, seeing his flushed face had you questioning how would you even look right now.
"I love you" he said your name so tenderly it had you melting yet again. You gave him a wide smile and captured his pretty lips in a kiss again, now feeling shivers run down his body. His hands automatically found their place around your waist, bringing you as close as possible, now you were sat comfortably in his lap, as if it was made just for you. "I'm taking this as a sign you love me back?" God you loved his smile.
"I'll prove just how much I love you all right." You slid your hands to his shoulders and started littering tiny little kisses everywhere possible, his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his jaw his neck while muttering just how much you liked his every little feature, how you loved how kind, sweet, generous, interesting and overall amazing person he was. Of course you used far more adjectives being sure that every positive one could be used to describe him. You wanted to show him just how much you loved and appreciated him.
You only stopped your actions when your lips felt so numb it felt like they would fall off any second now. "Are you convinced now pretty boy?" You asked loving, satisfied with his dazed expression. Flustered Minho was your favorite Minho, you were sure of it. Pink looked so good on him, it was adorable how his ears flushed followed by his cheeks and neck with your actions. He looked beyond yummy. Minho smiled and layed you both on the bed.
" I don't know princess, I think I need some more kisses just to be sure. " Minho shrugged and winked at you mischeviously.
You rolled your eyes but who were you to deny?
After a while you fell asleep, safely cocooned in his arms feeling safe and content, his arms tightly held you close to him as if he was afraid to let you go even for a second, his hold on you not loosening even for a second, despite him being dead asleep, he was so adorable like this. You were sure your heart had never felt so content, he really was your comfort space.
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Hoodies
bang chan x fem reader
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genre: fluff, minor angst, smut - MINORS DNI
warnings: best friends to lovers, soft dom!chan, sub!reader, nicknames “bunny” and “sweet thing” used for reader, daddy kink, a bit of a size kink (reader is described as small and chan uses the word “little” as a descriptive word), sliiiiiiight innocence kink? maybe?, reader’s personality in the bedroom different than her day to day one, fingering (f), hand job, cum eating (i have a problem okay), thigh riding, dirty talk, big dick chan, no piv sex, chan is absolutely fucking whipped. if i missed anything - PLEASE LET ME KNOW.
summary: best friend movie night takes an unexpected turn when you start a show jisung recommended.
a/n: honestly felt like i absolutely exposed myself in this fic so don’t come at me lmao. i’m such a sucker for a best friends to lover story line, especially with a bit of angst mixed in, so i hope you love it just as much. ALSO, I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS TODAY! i’m so excited! thank you all so much for reading and supporting my work and i’m sending you a million and five virtual kisses. maybe i’ll celebrate it??? idk i know it’s a small milestone, but i’m so excited anyway :)
this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents bang chan as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.
There were three things Chan was absolutely certain of.
First was that tea was better than coffee, no matter what anyone else wanted to believe.
Second was that the only proper way to get ready for bed was to shower first, brush your teeth second, and wash your face last. That was the only correct way.
Third was that he was absolutely in love with his best friend.
He had met you through friends. You grew up next door to Changbin, whose closest childhood friend was your brother. He had heard your name a handful of times, but never had a voice or face to match it.
The first time he heard your voice was in the car with Changbin. The two men were driving back from a trip, using the car ride to prepare for work the next day. In the middle of the conversation, Changbin’s phone rang.
He looked at his phone before sighing. “I have to answer this, sorry.” He looked at Chan apologetically before swiping the answer call button. “Hel-“
“Yah! Seo Changbin!” The call wasn’t on speaker phone, but your voice filled the car nonetheless. “Where the hell are you?”
“What? Why does it matter? Why are you yelling at me?”
“You were supposed to attend a charity luncheon with me, remember?” You said. Chan watched the wheels click in Changbin’s eyes before his friend sighed deeply. “You absolute asshole-“
“I’m so sorry.” Changbin said, voice genuinely apologetic. “I completely forgot. I can be there in an hour if you still need-“
“No, it’s fine.” It did not sound fine. “I’ll just go talk to a bunch of rich old people by myself.”
“I’m so so-“
“You owe me.” The line went silent.
Changbin leaned his head back, letting it hit the headrest. He dug the heel of palms on his eyes and rubbed them. “I’m a dick.”
Chan shrugged. “I mean, yeah.”
“You’re not helping.”
“It was an accident.” Chan looked away from the road to look at his friend, who was nervously picking at the skin around his nails. “I’m sure you’ll make it up to her somehow.”
The first time he saw your face was when Changbin did make it up to you.
It was Changbin’s birthday trip. He offered to pay for your plane ticket as an apology for ditching you at a charity event, and you immediately jumped on it.
The plan was to meet at the airport. After checking luggage, everyone would go ahead and go through security and meet at the gate for the trip. That way everyone could come when they were ready.
Per usual, Changbin was the last to arrive. This time with you by his side.
Chan couldn’t tear his eyes away from you as the two of you got closer. Hair thrown in a ponytail that swished as you walked. You wore all black; black leggings that hugged your thighs and formed to your legs perfectly, a sleeveless crop top that exposed just an inch of your skin above the leggings, black sandals. You were focused on a cup of yogurt in your hands, scrapping for the last bit of it onto your spoon when Changbin leaned in and said something to you.
That’s when Chan got a look at your face, and if he didn’t know any better, he would have swore his heart stopped. Your eyes were bright and wide, filled with a sparkle that made Chan think of stars twinkling on a clear summer’s night. Your lips were pulled back in a wide grin, one he would learn was your mischievous smile. It captivated him, from that moment on, he knew he wanted to be around you all the time.
When the two of you approached the group, he could make out your laugh. Out of all the sounds in the world, that was his favorite; butterflies filling his tummy every single time, still to this day.
“Sorry we’re late.” Changbin said when they got closer to the group. He went around, hugging and greeting all his friends before he turned and introduced you. You offered a smile and wave to each person, nose scrunching as you giggled at a joke Felix made.
Finally, Changbin had introduced you to him. Your eyes immediately met his, and nothing could draw his attention away. Your hello was brief, but thinking about it still gave him the chills.
Your seat was in between Changbin and his. Most of the flight you spent nagging Changbin to open the window shade, wanting to see the water below you.
You released a yawn, arms stretching above you as much as they could. You turned your head to your left and tugged one of Changbin’s headphones out.
“Give me your hoodie.” You said, not bothering to ask.
Changbin’s eyebrows narrowed. “What? No.”
“Please, I’m cold.” You whined as you pulled on the sleeve of the hoodie he was wearing.
“I told you to bring your own, but you decided not to listen to me.”
“Fine. You were right, I was wrong. Now give it to me.”
The two of you bickered, Changbin shoving your hands away as you tried to pull it off him. After about a minute of bickering, you gave up with a huff, letting Changbin win. He smiled triumphantly as he closed his eyes. “Don’t bother me again.”
You pouted, pulling your knees up to your chest in an attempt to warm yourself. Chan could see the goosebumps on your arms, and he couldn’t stop himself from removing his own hoodie.
“Here, use mine.” Chan said, offering it to you.
It was the most he had spoken to you since boarding, and he couldn’t help the way his hands shook slightly as he spoke to you.
“Oh, no, Chan. I’m okay. I don’t want you to be cold-“
“Come on, take it.” He placed it on your knees before you could say no again. “I know you’re cold, you have goosebumps. You can give it back to me when we land.”
You smiled gently at him before pulling it over your head, whispering a “thank you”. If he thought you were pretty before, the sight of you in his clothes drove him absolutely insane. His hoodie swallowed you, your hands not even touching the cuffs of it. You curled up into a ball, content in the warm softness of Chan’s hoodie, and slowly fell asleep.
It was your favorite hoodie of his to steal.
In fact, it was the one you were wearing now. Three years later, and it still swallowed you, barely covering the spandex shorts you were wearing underneath. You had taken it the moment you walked into his apartment, immediately finding comfort in it. It always smelled like Chan, woody and musky, and that made it your favorite. The scent of him was your favorite, and you took any opportunity you had to drown in it.
The two of you sat on Chan’s couch, a throw blanket covering both of your bare legs. You scrolled through your phone as Chan clicked through Netflix, humming softly under his breath as he browsed.
“Any suggestions?” Chan asked, eyes focused on the tv.
You dropped your phone on the couch as you looked with him. “Hmm, what about that anime Jisung keeps talking about?”
Chan grimaced slightly. He knew exactly which anime you were talking about, and the last person he wanted to watch it with was you. Not because you were a bad person to binge shows with; if anything, the amount of tv series you’ve completed together in one night proves the opposite. No, he didn’t want to watch it with you because of how fucking horny it was.
Jisung, who was constantly trying to put his dick in something, couldn’t shut up about it. When you caved and asked him about it, he described the plot perfectly, but failed to mention the amount of suggestive content in it. It was anything but subtle, and according to Jisung, incredibly hot.
So Chan couldn’t watch it with you. Not when he was in love with you, not when your bare knee was touching his, not when you were wearing his hoodie over those tiny fucking shorts he hated so much. Every time you wore them, he lost focus, unable to do anything but try not to pop a boner when you were around. He couldn’t watch that show with you because he was already half hard and he knew it would just make his situation so much worse.
“I don’t know if you’ll like that one.” Chan answered, quickly clicking away from the anime section.
“How do you know that?”
Chan shrugged, hoping you couldn’t see how red his ears were. “Just doesn’t seem like it would be something you would enjoy.”
You glared at your best friend before leaning over him, crawling across his lap and almost sitting on it as you snatched the remote away from him.
“Only one way to find out, right?”
Before he could stop you, you hit play and shoved the tv remote between the couch pillow and the arm. You pressed your back against the arm, sticking your legs out to drape them over Chan’s.
How was he supposed to keep himself calm during the show when he could feel your soft skin against his? After you had practically straddled him? It was impossible. He wasn’t sure if he could make it through the evening.
You paid attention to the show, laughing at the right moments and reacting appropriately to the dramatic scenes. Chan, on the other hand, just stared at the tv. Sure, he picked up some of what was happening, but for the most part, all he could focus on was how throughout the first episode you had sunk lower down the couch, the bottom of your thighs on top of his now. He had felt your body against his in innocent ways many times before, so he didn’t understand why tonight he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to be in between your legs.
You shifted onto your side to get more comfortable, butt lightly brushing against his ribs.
Chan needed to get the fuck out of here, and fast.
It was like the universe knew he needed an out, the episode ending as soon as he decided he couldn’t take it anymore. Chan pushed your legs off his, trying to not seem too eager to get away from you.
“Want anything from the kitchen?” He asked as he stuck his hands in the pocket of his workout shorts, subtly hiding his throbbing boner.
“Chips?”
“Got it.”
Once Chan was safely in the kitchen, he placed both hands on the counter top and hung his head, trying to control his breathing. It was getting harder and harder for him to be around you; both emotionally and physically. Everything you did completely consumed him, and he found himself falling in love with new things about you daily.
Chan first realized that his crush was much deeper than he thought when you remembered his go-to order at his favorite takeout place. You had only known each other for a few months, yet you remembered something as small as that about him. He remembered the way you scolded Changbin, flicking the back of his head when he asked him for his order. You said if Changbin was truly his friend, he would have his order memorized by now.
From there, it spiraled.
Sometimes it was big things, like the way you would bring him homemade soup whenever he was sick, or the way you always carried cash on you just in case someone was in need of it. Sometimes it was little things, like the way your hair clings to your face with static and sweat after you wake up, or how you always leave your socks just lying around his apartment. No matter what you did, something about you made him feel like it was the first time he met you, over and over again.
He would find a way to bring the moon to the earth for you. He would do anything for you.
And the thought that you might not feel the same way about him crushed him in ways he didn’t know could break.
Chan splashed some cold water on his face to help lower his body temperature a bit before grabbing two water bottles and a bag of chips. When he got back in the living room, you were sprawled out on the couch, completely on your back. The dim glow of your phone lit up your face, revealing a small smile playing on your lips. Chan dropped the bag of chips on your chest, forcing your attention on him. A look of annoyance crossed your features until you noticed what kind of chips he threw at you.
“Oh, my favorite!” You exclaimed, immediately sitting up. You looked up at him and gave him the smile you only gave when you were really excited or when you started giggling, your nose scrunching up and making you look like a bunny. That smile was his favorite; teasingly calling you “bunny” every time that smile broke out. “Thank you, Channie.”
The way you said his name, voice light and sing-song like had him flushed all over again.
How was he going to make it through the night?
//
As the hours passed, Chan found himself more engrossed in the show, momentarily forgetting about the confliction of feelings you made him feel. There were only two episodes left in the first season, and both of you agreed to finish it out before calling it a night.
You were on your back again, butt against the outer edge of his right thigh, supporting your legs that slung over them. Chan was slouched, man spreading, his hand holding your thigh over the blanket. Cuddling like this was normal for the two of you, and Chan was calm enough not to think too deeply about it.
That was, until a certain scene came on.
Chan had heard about it from Jisung more times than he could count. His younger friend swore it was one of the hottest things he had ever watched before, and that he thought about it for days after. Every time he would bring it up, Chan would always roll his eyes and tell Jisung that stuff like that wasn’t really his thing.
So, when the animated characters started touching each other, Chan was surprised to find himself attracted to what was unfolding in front of him.
The main character sat on her love interest’s lap, straddling one of his thighs and rode it quickly. He had one hand on the back of her head, tugging her head back every time she slowed the movement of her hips. His free hand flipped the hem of her skirt up, exposing herself to him as he talked her through the process.
Okay, maybe it was pretty hot.
But never would he admit that to Jisung. Never would he admit that to you, who he was actively watching the show with. He would simply tuck the idea in the back of his mind, storing it for inspiration later when he-
He didn’t expect to feel the bottom of your thighs flex against his, or the blanket getting tugged in between your legs. What he really didn’t expect to see was your eyes wide, mouth slightly open as your breaths deepened, your legs firmly rubbing against each other under the blanket.
He didn’t expect to find his best friend, who never left his mind for even a moment, turned on by the show they were watching. Literally right on top of him.
The question left his mouth before he could even consider it. “Whatcha doing down there?”
Your eyes shot up at him, legs suddenly stilling. “Nothing.”
“Really? Because it felt like you were clenching your thighs on top of me.”
Your face drained of color, mouth dropping open as you stared at him. He tried his best not to smirk, but was unsuccessful. Chan had fucking caught you red handed, and he couldn’t believe his luck.
“No, I was just readjusting.” The lie was bad, and you knew he wouldn’t buy it.
He didn’t.
Chan leaned closer into you, hand pushing further up your thigh. “Did that turn you on?” His low voice sent shivers straight to your core, and you couldn’t help but clench your legs tighter.
“N-no. Not at all, I just-“
Chan hummed, hand now gripping the outer edge of your thigh at the very top. He loved how small you looked beneath him, lips trembling and eyes blown wide.
In a split second, Chan threw all caution out the window, deciding that he couldn’t take another second of not touching you. If you didn’t want to stay friends with him after this, so be it, but he was seizing the opportunity that was presented so nicely to him.
“You know, I could help you with that.” His thumb drew circles on your thigh over the blanket, applying just enough pressure so you could feel it. “If you want.”
You froze, and for half a beat, Chan’s heart dropped into his stomach. Did he just fuck everything up? Did he just lose you forever because of his pussy-clouded brain?
Then, you nodded meekly, almost like you were afraid to ask him for it, and every ounce of doubt left Chan’s body in a second.
“Oh sweet girl.” Chan whispered, grip on your thigh tightening. “I need words.”
Your hand found his, softly squeezing it. The way you were staring at him made his brain short circuit - your gaze was so full of lust and trust, and what Chan hoped was mutual affection.
“Yes, please. Help me.”
That was the green light Chan needed, and nothing would hold him back now.
In two quick movements, he pulled the blanket off your laps. Once your body was exposed to him, his hands found the hem of your hoodie, pushing it up just enough to reveal the waistband of your shorts. He pulled them off your legs quickly, making sure to leave your panties on. A hand gripped your outermost thigh, rested right on his knees and pulled it open, letting your foot drop and hit the ground with a thud.
His eyes fell immediately to your cunt, a low groan falling from his lips. Your panties were simple - white cotton with a small pink bow at the waistline. The wet spot in the middle had turned them a light grey, showing just how wet you were without even taking them off.
Two fingers pressed gently against the wet spot, running up and down your slit over your panties.
“Fuck, bunny.” The nickname rolling sweetly off his tongue. “Already so wet and I just started touching you.”
You squirmed from his words, hips bucking at the sensation. Chan just smiled at you, slowly rubbing you through your panties. He always thought if ever presented with this moment, he would be too eager, jumping on you before you could get another word out. That quickly changed once he saw how just a few small touches made you writhe and deepen your breaths.
He was going to take his time with you.
Slowly, Chan grabbed your panties and pulled them down, savoring the way they stuck to your core from the wetness. Once off, he stuffed them in his shorts pocket. If this went well, you were never getting that pair back.
Fingers on you again, he spread the lips of your pussy open, unable to look away. You were so pretty all soaked, and it was all for him.
His fingers moved down to your hole, slowly sliding one finger into you. It went in smoothly, your slick helping lubricate it. He didn’t stop until he was knuckles deep, and then slowly, he dragged his finger back out. As he thrusted back in, a low moan fell from your lips.
He was convinced nothing could rival your laugh. Turns out, your moans almost took the prize for best sound in the world.
“You’re so tight, and I only have one finger in you. I think you can take another one, hm?”
It wasn’t a question, but you answered him anyway. “Yes…” he didn’t hear the second word, only the “y” sound it ended with.
“What was that?” He stopped his torturous movements, finger all the way in.
You turned your head and embarrassingly whispered out: “Yes, daddy.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. You, who was always ready to fight any of your friends and never afraid to stand up for yourself, one of the strongest women he knows, was too shy to look Chan in the eyes as you called him daddy.
He pulled his finger out completely, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. One of his hands gripped your chin, pulling it to look at him. When the two of you made eye contact, Chan smiled sweetly at you.
“Don’t worry, bunny.” He whispered. Without warning, Chan shoved two fingers completely inside, thrusting faster than before. “Daddy will take care of you.”
A mangled cry left your lips at the faster place, back arching up in pleasure. The sight of that alone had Chan thrusting faster, determined to have you fall apart from his fingers alone. Hand releasing your chin, he moved to your clit, circles matching the rhythm of the fingers inside you. The faster he moved, the louder you moaned. Your hands reached up and grabbed his hair, pulling him down and crashing your lips onto his, moans filling his mouth as your tongue explored his.
Never did he think you would kiss him first. But, then again, he hadn’t pictured himself knuckles deep inside of you during it, either.
Chan felt you shaking underneath him, loud whines filling his mouth. You broke the kiss, looking at him with big doe eyes.
“Daddy, please.” You whined, breaths getting faster. “So close.”
Chan kissed your nose, pace relentless as he pushed you closer to your edge. “Come on, bunny. Be a good girl and make a mess on my hand.”
Within seconds, your head fell back as you came around his fingers. He couldn’t help but moan at the feeling, imagining what it would feel like if it was his cock you came around instead.
His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, pulling out when he was sure you finished. Chan held his hand up to his face, spreading his fingers out and watching the cum cling between them. One by one, he popped them in his mouth, sucking them clean while staring right at you. The look of him hungrily eating your cum had you wet all over. His eyes rolled back each time he tasted you, muffled moans filling the space.
There was now a fourth thing Chan was absolutely certain of.
Nothing would ever taste as good as your cum on his tongue.
Your hands grabbed Chan’s waist, pulling him closer into you until his thigh was pressed against your pussy. As he continued to clean his fingers with his tongue, you slowly began to thrust your hips up and down his thigh, needy moans falling from your mouth.
“Need more of you, daddy.”
Once he was sure his hands were clean, Chan put his hands beside your head, caging you underneath him. He smiled at you fondly, his heart swelling with both love and lust at the way you humped. He moved a hand to cup your face, thumb rubbing your bottom lip softly before tugging it down a bit.
“Such a needy little bunny, humping daddy’s leg like this.” He saw the affect his words had on you from the way whimpers fell from your pouted lips to how your eyes watched him like he was the only person who could care for you like this.
And fuck, did he want to be that person.
“Tell me what you need from me.” His thumb released your lip which you immediately tucked in with your teeth.
“Want daddy to fuck me.” Your hands gripped his hips, stabilizing yourself as you began to move faster. “Want daddy inside me so bad.”
“Oh, your greedy pussy needs me? Haven’t you cum enough already?”
Your eyes widen, shaking your head quickly back and forth. “No, no. I wanna cum again.” Your words began to slur together, the pace of your hips slowly starting to lose control. “Need to cum more for you. Need to show daddy how good bunny can be.”
The moan left his lips, hands flying to your hips to stop your movements. All this time, he swore he would do anything for you, and while he still firmly believes it, he couldn’t believe that you would do the same for him.
His hands pushed your hips down and against the couch, stilling you completely.
“Don’t move.”
You would listen. He knows you would. You stared at Chan as his hands pushed up your torso, pulling his hoodie and your shirt up. Once he got to your armpits, you lifted your arms up to help him pull it off you until all you wore was a dainty, light pink bra.
“Undress me.” Chan whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before sitting up on his knees.
You sat up, slowly removing his shirt. Once it was off, your fingers traced down his chest, feeling every ridge of his toned body. You hummed slightly, a soft smile painting your lips as you moved to his shorts. Grabbing both sides of his hips, you pushed them down, freeing his cock.
You stopped your movements, eyes focused on his member. Always so humble Chan, who was, unbeknownst to you until this very moment, walking around with the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. Both thick and long, your legs clenched at the mere thought of the way he would stretch you out.
Hands shaking slightly, you reached out, firmly grasping him. His hissed at the contact, your hands both soft and cold as you slowly moved your hand up and down in half circles.
“Daddy’s so big.” You whispered, completely focused on his cock. Pre cum leaked from the tip, and using your thumb, you wiped it off. Dropping his cock, you brought your thumb to your lips and looked at him. Mimicking Chan, you stuck your thumb in your mouth and slowly began to lick the pre cum off of it.
“Oh, fuck.” Chan hissed, hands cupping your face. You continued to suck, refusing to break eye contact with him as he watched. “Taste good, bunny?”
You nodded, moaning against your thumb. If Chan didn’t have any self control, he would have came on spot. The way you stared at him, completely naked except for your bra, moaning at the taste of him had him completely feral. He wanted to both take care of you and completely ruin you for anyone else, making sure you only came back to him again and again.
Chan grabbed your thumb and pulled it out of your mouth, bringing it back to his hard cock. You began to pump again, movements quicker this time. You came all over his hand, it was only fair that he now cum all over yours.
His head fell back, pants and groans filling the living room. The feeling of your hand on his cock felt so good. The touch he’s wanted for so long overriding all of his senses, making his brain slowly rot. You. All he could think about was you. You bent over. You on your knees for him. You begging him in your soft voice to fuck you.
You’re all he’s wanted and more.
And he wasn’t about to ruin that by cumming now.
Chan gripped your wrist, still your hand. You pouted at him, eyes filled with confusion.
“Daddy didn’t like?” You asked with a sad pout, disappointment growing in your lower belly.
He hated that look on your face.
“No, no.” He whispered, immediately reassuring you. “You did so good, bunny. Daddy just wants to fill your little pussy up.”
Your shoulders released the tension, excited smile painting your face, nose scrunching.
“Please?” You asked sweetly, dropping back down on the couch. “Please fuck me, daddy.” He watched as your legs spread out, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to you for as long as he wanted.
Chan was now certain of a fifth thing.
There was no way he was letting you leave this apartment without making you his in every possible way.
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