Undershirt, Underskirt (M)
• Pairing: Bang Chan x (F)Reader
• Genre: Idol!AU, Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship
• Rating: 18+
• Words: 1.3k
• Summary: Your boyfriend’s Lollapalooza attire leaves you wanting for him more than usual.
• Warnings/themes: Chan’s Lollapalooza fit 🫠, pining, ogling, Y/N being horny on main, making out, riding, semi-clothed sex, unprotected sex (she’s on BC), praise
• Notes: *sighs* Look. I’m not gonna act like there was some deep reason behind writing this. I saw Chan in a tank and went absolutely feral. Like, DISGUSTINGLY FERAL. So I had to get it out of my system somehow 🥲 Funny enough, something like this happened last year with Hobi at Lollapalooza…makes me curious about next year lmao
• Notes (2): Thanks to my demonic tender @minttangerines for the beta and encouraging me to go ahead and get my thoughts out on paper! 💕
• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp @spookyminyunki
Time was never something that you paid much attention to. You went with the flow with no problem. But right now?
Every second that passed by without your boyfriend walking through that room door was time that was wasted not sitting on his dick.
Your grip on the skirt of your dress tightened when you watched the minutes on the alarm clock change yet again. A low grumble escaped your pursed lips as you stewed in this lonely hotel room.
This was unlike you.
You weren’t some 24/7/365 horny monster who would wither away without a helping of Chan. But you had been witness to an unspeakable sight on the Lollapalooza stage.
The sight of Chan removing his jacket to reveal a white tank underneath paired with a multitude of gold chains.
The light stick you had been holding almost fell with how off-guard you were taken. All the times you had seen him in various states of undress and this was what broke you?
Maybe it was the simplicity of the fit that got to you.
Maybe it was the display of his muscled arms and lightly-tanned skin that affected you.
Maybe it was the fact that you kept seeing his top ride up, showing off the flatness of his lower stomach that sat above those damn leather shorts.
Leather shorts that concealed what you were dying to have in your mouth, hands or pussy right now.
Your thighs rubbed together at the strong wave of pleasure that washed over from the thought.
Okay, maybe it was all on you just being a horny mess.
The clicking of the doorknob had you darting up into a full sitting position now, watching it turn with widened eyes. The door opened to reveal the object of your salacious desires, his tired face lighting up at the sight of you.
“Hey baby! Sorry I’m so—”
Your body went on autopilot and bounded down the bed and over to Chan, pouncing on him with your arms wrapped tight around his neck. A sound of exertion left as the weight of you transferred onto him, the force pushing his back into the door. Before he could ask what had gotten into you, you planted your lips on his, the taste of him and his vanilla lip balm only exacerbating your horniness.
It took a few seconds, but he was quick to return your kiss, dropping the bag he held in favor of resting his palms on your ass. But the gentleness of his hold swept away as soon as your tongue came out to part his mouth, long fingers digging into the clothed flesh with intensity.
Damn.
You thought having him in the flesh would ease your pain, but his hard body against your softer one and the scent of his cologne and sweat invading your nostrils only made it worse. There was only one way to fix it.
Pulling away when you were losing breath, you panted, “Please fuck me.”
Chan’s lidded dark eyes opened wide at your plea, still trying to wrap his head around what the fuck was going on.
“Y-Y/N? You good?”
“No, I’m not good. I’ve been wet as an ocean since you were on stage and I need you to help me out.”
Your whining made a low groan leave him, head tipping back against the wood.
“For real?”
Rather than speak, you took one of his hands and slipped it under the hem of your dress. Just the light touch of his fingers brushing against your clothed center had you biting back a whimper, but it was nothing compared to the sharp swear Chan let out.
“The fuck, baby, you’re soaked—”
He ripped that concealed sound out of you by giving your near-throbbing clit a light pinch, making your knees wobble for a moment.
“Can you help me? U-Unless you’re tired…”
Chan straightened the both of you up with his free hand, the look in his eyes speaking volumes.
“Sleep is overrated. Come on.”
Your boyfriend may have denounced slumber earlier, but halfway through the fun, his movements grew a bit slower. Not wanting to exert him any further, you guided him to recline against the headboard and let you take over. The grateful smile he gave was more than enough to make your night.
Well, that and being able to finally sit on his dick like you so desperately wanted.
“Is this really all because of my outfit?”
A huff left you at his inquiry, one hand sliding down from his damp shoulder to give the tank top he still adorned a light tug.
“Yes, babe. Why do you sound so shocked?”
Chan chuckled, biting back a groan as you gave a clench. “Nah, I just don’t get to see you like this often. I like it.”
Now you giggled, leaning forward to press your nose against his.
“Do you?”
A sudden thrust from him interrupted your riding.
“Yeah.”
The moan you let out ended up bringing another stroke from him, forcing your hand to go back to holding him for support. His own roamed over your body, rubbing and gripping in multiple areas that made your blood run hot.
“This plus what you’ve got on? You’re lucky I didn’t run off the stage.”
You laughed at his scenario, knowing damn well he wouldn’t risk such a maneuver.
While you had requested Chan to keep his upper torso clothed (no point in keeping on the ripped shorts), he came in with one of his own, asking if he could just push your dress out of the way. You had no qualms against that, allowing him to tug the hem to gather around your waist while he slid your panties down and off your legs. So what if you were sweating a little more than usual because of the fabric?
That’s what showers were for.
One was definitely going to be necessary after the day the two of you had and the current act that was making everything between your moving bodies sticky and slippery.
After some time, every action on both of your ends led to your riding getting faster and off-beat and his occasional thrusts to become more frequent. It didn’t help when Chan buried his face into your neck, thick voice rumbling against your wet skin, “Gonna make me come if you keep this up, babygirl—”
Surely he could feel the tremble that rocked your entire body.
“Good.”
You gave him little time to prepare after your reply, doing a certain move with your hips that always pushed him to the edge quickly. This time was no exception, Chan’s noises of bliss increasing in pitch until a guttural groan silenced them, feeling him grab your hips to bury himself as he twitched and filled you up with his come. You were able to go against his grip a bit to roll your hips enough to give your clit some stimulation, allowing you to achieve your own orgasm as well.
You could feel Chan laying nips and kisses all over your neck as you shook, followed close with endless praise that made your pussy give clenches that forced his speech to pause. A sense of pride washed over you at how it pulled a few more spurts from him, adding to the heat that coated your walls.
As soon as you slumped onto him, he shifted your bodies so he was laid flat with you directly on top, toned arms holding you tight.
“All better now?”
A hum of content came from you as you snuggled into his chest, your overheated cheek enjoying the cool metal of his chains.
“Much better.”
©bangtanintotheroom, 2023. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.
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