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being bad at writing has never stopped published authors so why should it stop me

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STREAM ONE - crybaby - x. mh x fem!reader

content: recording during sex, camming, oral (f and m receiving), sensory deprivation (blindfold), lingerie use, sir kink, mentions of punishment and behavioral rules in sex, multiple orgasms, 2.7k words

“Would you ever be willing to join me on stream, Hao?” You ask curiously from your seat at your desk, looking through messages on your cam site. One had caught your eye.

‘Is your prince ever willing to fuck you on camera? Think it’d be so hot to watch you take orders from someone you trust completely.’

Normally, with any other partner, you’d be nervous to ask this question. But Minghao had been nothing but supportive, and had even watched your streams a few times.

There was a way to VIP watchers, and he was the only one on your channel. His username was goodgirlsprince. 

Your screen name was princessxoxo, but your audience tended to call you crybaby due to how easy you were to upset if they denied you your orgasm, or good girl if you were behaved.

Minghao looks up from his book, thumbing over to the next page. “Not sure. Why?”

You spin your chair to face him and smile sweetly. “They want to see you fuck me senseless and see how well I take your orders.”

He hums. “Maybe. Would we be able to keep both our faces out of the frame?”

He hated the idea of people being able to approach you in person to degrade you, or think you were theirs to try something with, so he was adamant that your face would never be seen on the cam site. 

You’d been hiding your face even before you got with Minghao, shy of the camera being on you when you were fucked out, so you went along with that wish easily. Your fans only knew you cried because you would hiccup and sniffle and beg, voice scratchy and clearly overwhelmed.

“We could practice a few times,” you start, your smile becoming more and more coy. “Record ourselves… for quality assurance, of course, see how visible our faces are…”

Minghao chuckles. “Needy girl,” it’s a term of endearment, the way it’s so fond on his tongue. “Go set up your cameras. We might as well test quality assurance and see if I feel comfortable on camera now before you promise them anything.”

You get up eagerly, kissing his forehead. His nose is back in his book, but he smiles at the soft touch and waits patiently as you fumble with your tripods and lighting. You didn’t get any props out, too excited at what this could mean to spend time making your set.

You even go and put on lingerie in the bathroom—his favorite set, a light purple babydoll chemise that connects to garters. It has decorative little ribbons, and he always finds the pretense of innocence equal parts amusing and hot.

“Sir,” you say when you enter back in, clicking the camera on, knowing he’ll play along. “Your baby has been very naughty while you were at work.”

“How so?” He asks, sliding in a bookmark and snapping his book shut. He places it on the nightstand and drinks in the sight of you. “You were naughtier than you are right now, wearing my favorite set to distract me from my reading?”

You pout and nod. “I touched myself,” you admit, shyly. “Against sir’s rules. Imagined it was him touching me but it wasn’t good enough or big enough.”

There are no rules against getting off between you and Minghao, but in this scenario, you know it’ll rile him up.

He has a possessive streak, and if you tell him to pretend you broke his rules and touched or used what’s his in a way he doesn’t allow? Well, you’re going to get punished.

He scoffs, looking you up and down. “And you’re still needy?” He clicks his tongue. “Clearly, your hand is never going to be a replacement for me. I don’t know why you even try.”

You nod, tilting your face down to look submissive. You’re still looking up at Minghao through your lashes, unable to take your eyes off him. “‘M sorry, sir,”

Minghao leans back against the headboard and slowly takes out his cock. He lazily strokes himself, even and teasing.

“Well, I suppose you’ve been good enough that you deserve to be fucked,” he says after some thought. “If I had found you touching yourself, all you would’ve gotten was the view of me getting off. But you told me. That deserves a reward, doesn’t it?”

You lick your lips. “It deserves whatever sir wants to give me.”

He laughs, and it’s a little mocking. “What will I do with you, hm?” Hao questions, beckoning you over, and you obediently crawl onto the bed, handing him your blindfold — the matching one to the set.

Minghao ties it easily, both to hide your face and punish you in this scenario. “Such a cockhungry girl,” he chuckles, patting your cheek. “Get to work.”

Nodding, you blindly kiss down to his cock before licking at his tip, eager and wanting as his salty pre-cum hits your tongue and he runs a hand through your hair, pressing you down.

With a whine around him, you relax your jaw and take him fully — it earns you a throaty groan that has you clenching around nothing and sensitive as you shift and the lace of the panties rubs against your clit.

“Always so good for me,” Minghao’s hand tightens in your hair and he holds you in place to lazily roll his hips up into your mouth. “Even if you’re a brat.”

You moan, fingers tensing on his thighs to hold yourself up as his thrusts speed up.

“C’mon, baby,” he coos. “Work for my cum. I know you want it.” You bob your head in agreement. “If you’re lucky, I’ll eat you out.”

More quick in your movements now, you swallow around him each time he bottoms out in your throat, and he moans, and you know his eyes are on you — can feel his gaze burning into you, admiring you. 

Minghao grunts and you can feel him twitching on your tongue, and you slip one hand to toy with his balls, and he’s cumming, flooding your mouth.

With a whine, you pull back and show him his cum on your tongue.

“Swallow,” he orders, and you do. He kisses you then, sucks the taste of his cum off your tongue. “Good girl. Want me to eat your pussy? Or does my needy girl just need to be filled with my cock?”

You pause, clenching at both ideas, and bow your head. “I… just want you, sir,” you answer finally. “Need you. Been so needy all day.”

Hao chuckles. “Mm, I bet you’re so wet I don’t even need to prep you.” When you nod eagerly, he hooks his fingers in your panties and tugs them to the side, leaving you in your lingerie and messy. He swipes a finger over your core and you clench, and his fingers come back soaked in arousal — you hear the pop of his mouth as he sucks them clean. “Such a sweet girl.”

You whine at that, hips shifting side to side for friction, and he picks up on it. Minghao guides you backward, hands gentle and sweet on your sides — a reminder he wasn’t actually mad at you, he never could be when you were so good for him.

When he teases you by barely pressing in the tip before pulling back and sliding up to slap his cockhead on your clit, you make a desperate noise and grab at him.

“Please, sir, I need it. Need your cock. Can’t take it anymore.” You sniffle, and he laughs.

“Crybaby,” he murmurs fondly, and when he fills you finally, you let out a sob of relief. “If you had your way, I bet you’d always be full of me, right?”

“Ye-yes, sir,” you manage, clenching around him and rolling your hips to meet him as he sets a slow pace. He’s teasing you, that much is clear, rolling and rubbing your clit, licking your nipples and blowing cold air to make you shudder.

“A-ah, mm, need more,” you beg, and he chuckles, lifting your hips to hit deeper. “Please,” your words are already broken and slurred, and he hums, slowly picking up the pace enough for you to hear his skin slapping wetly against yours.

One of his hands slides up to your throat, pressing lightly, and you gasp, head going fuzzy at the sensation as he speeds up more, angles his hips just right to drive into the most sensitive spongy flesh of your cunt.

“‘M close,” you warn, brows furrowing under the silk.

“Already?” Minghao scoffs. “Such a needy girl. Can’t control herself.”

“I can,” you whine, wiggling against him as he slows.

“Can what?” He asks, and you can hear the smirk on his face. 

“Control myself. I can control myself.” You promise, and he hums.

“Then don’t cum until I say you can.”

You gasp, but your protest dies on your tongue as he sets a punishing pace and tightens his grip, and you can feel your eyes roll, know you’re panting and obscene and absolutely fucked out as rubs your clit.

“Open your mouth.” Minghao orders, and you obey readily, sticking out your tongue, and when you hear him spit, feel it land, you whimper and clench around him, falling apart and pulsing on his cock as you suck him deeper into your cunt.

When you come back, it’s from the oversensitivity stinging through your body as he doesn’t slow, and his hand is gone from your neck as he sucks hickeys and moves to your ear, dropping his voice to a rough husky whisper.

“I thought I said don’t cum?” Minghao questions, pressing his forehead against yours.

“You… you did, ‘m sorry sir!” You wail. “Just feels so good, fuck, couldn’t help it.”

Minghao squeezes your hip, just tight enough to be a little painful — putting you in your place, and sure to leave a bruise in the shape of his hand. “Then my pretty baby will have to lay here and take what I give her, hm? You said you’d be good, so take it all.”

“Yes, sir,” you whine breathlessly, eyes rolling back at the pleasure that courses through you. “Feel so full.”

He chuckles. “That’s an awful nice ego boost, darling,” he strokes your cheek sweetly with a thumb, catching a tear that’s started to roll down your face.

“Shut up,” you whine, scrunching up your nose, and you can almost see the eyebrow raise he gives you — it’s so clear in your mind.

Hao scoffs. “I thought you were being good and apologizing for being a brat, baby. Why are you talking back?”

“Sorry,” you mumble, grabbing his shoulders to ground yourself as he changes the speed and angle so his pelvis grinds against your clit and his tip brushes your g-spot teasingly.

With a hum, Minghao pulls out and slaps your clit. “C’mon, princess, beg for it,”

“No,” you whimper, clenching around nothing. “Need to be full, can’t take it, don’t take away your cock, please, feels so good,” you blabber, and you feel more hot tears roll down your cheeks.

You can hear the wet sounds of him stroking himself, and you whine.

“Please, wanna cum on your cock,” you beg breathlessly.

Minghao clicks his tongue. “Do you deserve to cum?”

“I don’t know,” you sniffle. “But wanna. Want your cum too.”

He groans at that. “You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you,” 

You know it alights his possessive fire, and he fills you again, and you let out a cry at how full you feel.

His pace is rough and punishing, and your body quivers under him as you cum again and he fucks you through it, before collapsing against you as his hips stutter and his cock twitches in you.

Minghao pulls out with a hiss as you continue clenching, trying to keep his cum from dripping out, and your eyes close as he goes towards the camera and shuts off the recording.

“Are you okay, baby?” Hao asks softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead and untying the blindfold. You blink your eyes against the light and stare at him fondly, the curve of his lips and the concern in his eyes. “I was a little rougher than normal.”

You giggle softly, and kiss his nose. “I don’t mind you rough, Hao, it’s hot,” you admit, and he smirks, shaking his head at you playfully. “But I’m okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he hums. “Wanna get cleaned up?”

You pout. “We should watch it first.”

“Why?” Minghao scrunches up his nose. “Wouldn’t it dry and feel gross?”

You squeeze your thighs together and bite your lip. “I think watching the video might make me feel needy again.”

He laughs and removes it from the tripod. “You’re ridiculous, baby,”

“You love me.”

“You know I do,” he affirms, flipping open the viewfinder and starting the video.

“Do you think we should just post this? And then do a live a different day if they receive it well?”

“That’s fine,” Minghao agrees, and you can see his eyes darkening and how he licks his lips at the sight of you in your lingerie and with your hair done in the video (you know he still finds you attractive now, all ruined by him, but he loves when you look all made-up and innocent and you’re a sweaty mess now).

You peck his cheek. “You seem to be more into the video than I am,” you tease, and he pouts.

“I like watching you on camera — you know that from your streams. You’re more confident. It’s… hot.”

“Eloquent,” you tease, eyes dipping to his v-line and half-hard cock with a smile. You would be patient.

His face isn’t visible above his lips at any point in the video, but as it goes on — a good forty minutes — you feel your cunt getting slick and try to subtly rub your legs together for friction.

Maybe halfway through, Minghao’s fingers find your core and he slides two in, fucking you with his fingers to the rhythm he’s set in the video, and you whimper, gripping his forearm.

“Ah, ah, Hao,” you whine, and he groans, eyes closing.

“God, hearing you say my name is so much fucking better than ‘sir.’” He kisses you hungrily, and you breathe in the scent of sex, his cologne, swallow his grunts as you slide a hand over his cock and smear his precum, working him at the same rhythm he’s fingering you.

He leans his forehead against yours, and you know he’s watching the video out of the corner of his eyes like you, because when he spits in your mouth in the video he hisses and his cock twitches in your palm.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” you whine, and Minghao smiles — it drops quickly as his head tilts back, mouth opening and brows furrowing as he cums weakly and it coats your hand.

“God, baby, what am I gonna do with you?” He questions, dragging his fingers out and settling between your thighs as you near your second orgasm in the video.

“Eat me out, hopefully,” you hum, and he laughs, sucking your clit and rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves.

“Happily.”

It doesn’t take long for you to cum, hips twitching and bucking against his face, and the sight of the recording — though it’s hard to see as your vision blurs with tears of pleasure — displaying him cumming in you and his muffled whimpers into your cunt has it crashing over you.

Minghao licks his lips and shakily grabs tissues to wipe your hand clean.

“Let’s shower?” He questions, nudging his nose against yours.

“Let me post it first.” You plead, and he shrugs.

“Whatever you want, love,”

You upload it quickly (it’s not actually that fast, but he doesn’t mind, waiting patiently for the whole twenty minutes it takes to upload to your computer, the cam site, to format and scrub for your faces, and finally publish with the right tags), and smile at him when you’re done.

His phone lights up on the nightstand, and you giggle at the sight of the notification.

[cumcam] — princessxoxo has uploaded a new video “boyfriend fucks needy girlfriend until she cries”]

this is part one of a five part mini series — (masterpost)

ask to be added to the series taglist!

i also started planning this fic a while ago, but i should note for camgirl/boy au enjoyers that @/huiranghaes has a collab with many fics posted in a camgirl/boy au.

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app controlled vibrator…. mingyu putting one inside u while u still have panties on and then he makes u straddle his lap on the couch while you make out but ur turning into a whole mess cuz he has his phone in his hand controlling the speed and putting it rly high

"N-no, Gyu, s'too much!"

"Is it?" Mingyu hums absentmindedly; his eyes are preoccupied at the moment, admiring the way your thighs shake and the wet patch that's only getting bigger and bigger on the soft cotton of your underwear. You know your boyfriend's in love with you, anybody and everybody could tell (and sometimes they just want him to stop fucking talking about you already), but you didn't know that he's down so bad that even seeing you make a mess of yourself has him dreamily sighing, "I love you so much, you know that?"

“I kn-know, dummy!” Your surprisingly level voice turns into a squeak as Mingyu’s thumb flits up the screen of his phone and, from the corner of your eye, you see the stupid little graph on the screen go into a frenzy that mirrors the vibrations between your legs.

Your knees finally give up; you flop on his lap unceremoniously. Gyu merely giggles to himself. It’s not fair that you can’t even make a snappy comment, your brain now muddled and only seems to be sending instructions to your hips. They’re moving you in slow circles against Gyu, and you barely process the iron grip he has on your waist with how you’re certain your brain has gone numb.

“Holy fuck,” Mingyu gasps, his breath catching in his throat as he feels the onslaught of vibrations slipping from where you’re connected to him. His dick jumps against its confines. Despite the toe-curling and head-emptying sensation, gyu only turns up the strength of the toy even more, causing you to lurch forward and buck your hips.

Your lips latch onto his neck, your head moving on autopilot as you make your way to his lips. Gyu kisses you back with new-found hunger, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as his hands push you down and grind you against him. The room is soon filled with whiny, pathetic sounds from the both of you and the rustling of clothes. Neither of you care enough or can think straight for that matter to even take off your clothes and fuck properly.

“Feels so fucking good, baby. Want you to feel good for me.”

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can I request stress relief with dokyeom😳like he pretend to be all fine because he doesn't want others to overreact but his girlfriend is the only one that find out and help him about that🥺🥰

Your boyfriend was never one to show his struggles.

You watch him as he jumps off the lounge at South Korea scoring a goal against Australia, high-fiving seungkwan sitting on the lounge besides him.

You watch as he struts into the kitchen asking if anyone needs help cooking, only to be assured everything is under control.

You watch as he sets the table, laughing and joking with Hoshi who tries to undo the progress he's already made.

You watch as he smiles as his group members, none of them catching the way his eyes don't crinkle at the corners like they usually do.

"Min?" You question as he starts loading all the dishes into the sink, losing yet another game of rock, paper, scissors to the rest of the group. "Do you want me to help?" You ask softly, trying to ignore the rambunctious crowd making kiss faces in the background.

"I'm okay, princess. You go have fun, I'll finish these really quick." He responds, your shoulders drooping as he flashes you another smile that doesn't quite hit his eyes.

"I wasn't actually asking, Seokmin. I'll dry and you wash." You mumble, giving his tense shoulders a quick rub, before picking up the tea towel, drying the dishes he hands to you.

"Thank you." He whispers and you nod, knowing he finds it hard to admit he needs help. To admit he's tired.

"I was thinking, if I feign nausea maybe we can leave a little early and go home to watch the new jurassic world movie on fast pass." You say softly, bumping your hips together as a real grin forms on his face.

"That sounds like a plan."

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"I can't believe you actually pretended to vomit." Seokmin says as the two of you walk into your apartment, a chuckle following.

"You know I had to, Hoshi would keep us hostage if we didn't have a good enough excuse." You laugh, throwing you bag to the side as you pull off your coat.

You take a few steps forwards your hands gliding up the shirt on Seokmin's back as you admire his profile from the back.

"You seem a little tense at the moment." You coo, rubbing the knots in his shoulders lightly before trailing your hands back down, stopping at his hips to tug, pulling him around to face you.

"I guess I have been. This comeback is so soon after the last one, it's like we haven't had time to breathe." You nod at his words, leaning forwards on your tippy toes to push some hair out of his face.

"Well why don't you let me take care of you for a bit, I think you need to relax." You whisper into his ear, as you lean a little to the side, capturing his lips with yours.

Seokmin lets out a surprised squeak before melting into your kiss, his hands falling to your hips, his steps following yours as you push him towards the couch.

"All you need to do is sit there and enjoy." You start, pushing Seokmin to sit on the couch, smiling down at him, placing a quick kiss to his lips before sliding down to sit on your knees.

"Wait you don't need to-" You hold up a hand to silence him, the position often pulling seokmin out of his comfort zone as he tended to be the one pleasuring you. You smile again as he slumps back against the couch, settling for just watching as you undo the ties on his sweatpants, tugging at the fabric until it slides down his legs. Seokmin raising his hips to make things easier for you.

"No underwear? Dirty boy." You grin, pushing a hand forwards to grasp his semi hard cock. Seokmin lets out a strangled groan at your movements, his cock hardening instantly.

"Princess, please no teasing." He whines, his eye pinched close as you stroke him a few times.

"As you wish." You hum before leaning forwards taking him in your mouth. He lets out another long groan, his hand raising to tangle in your hair, his hips jolting every time you move back up his cock.

"I'm not going to last long." He whines, and you smile, stroking your tongue up the underside of him before taking him entirely in his mouth.

"Shit." He curses, his hips bucking up into your mouth, his hand holding steady in your hair.

"Cum for me, min." You coo, stroking his wet cock with a devilish grin as you watch his body relax further into the couch, his thigh tensing as cum spurts from the top.

"Feel more relaxed?" You question as you lick the white, salty liquid of the head of him, Seokmin shaking his head in frustration.

"Not at all." He begins, his movements quick as he lunges out the lounge pushing you into the plush carpet, tugging at your own sweatpants with a smile. "My turn."

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Happy Bunny | l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x f!reader

Genres: smut (18+), fluff (?? kinda?), dom!chan

Warnings: drugs, alcohol, degrading (like once, pretty minimal), oral (f receiving), language, marking, creampie, unprotected sex (get tested and stay safe xoxo) lmk if i missed anything pls!!!

WC: ~4k

Desc: It's your final party as a senior, and you're determined to talk to your crush: Chan.

A/N: First post here and my first time writing smut in general waaaa hope it’s not too terrible <33 

It was your final senior party. That being said, you didn’t go to all that many. Somehow, Vernon had managed to convince you to come to this one - seeing as he had nobody else to go with and wanted to do matching outfits. You were even more reluctant when you found out it was a costume party of all things. You hate spending money on costumes you’ll wear once but Vernon teased, “Come on you can dress all slutty and maybe get the attention of your crush at long last. This is your last chance, you know!”

As soon as those words had left his mouth, you started pestering him for ideas for what to wear as your costume. After Vernon had smoked a joint (calling it his thinking joint), he came up with the marvellous plan of magician and bunny - not too couple-y but definitely matching, as well as ticking off the slutty box for you. You were particularly enthusiastic about it, legally blonde being one of your favourite films and all. So, you decided to basically copy that exact outfit, just adding a small pink tennis skirt because you knew how men could act sometimes and didn’t want to attract too much attention - at least not from anyone other than your crush, Chan.

When the night of the party came, you couldn’t stop fussing over your makeup. It felt like the last piece of the puzzle was refusing to fit, and it was making you way more frustrated than it should. Vernon, having noticed your distress, had gone to pour some shots of tequila, bringing them back on a little tray accompanied by lime and salt. As you saw him return in the corner of your mirror which you were leaning ever so close to, you turned to him with a pleased grin and picked up the shot closest to you.

“Now get that frown off your face, let’s have some fun for once.” he proclaimed, clinking his glass against yours, careful not to spill any of the precious liquid. And with that, the two of you eagerly finished the six shots between you, wincing a little at the end and laughing at the faces the two of you had pulled. 

The party was at some random senior’s house, Vernon didn’t bother telling you whose, and it was just around the corner from your house, so you thankfully didn’t have to worry about lifts or anything. As you approached the house you fiddled with the straps of your bodysuit, making sure your chest was showing just the right amount. Vernon chuckled as he watched you, taking in how well your clothes hugged your waist. He’d never been into you, but he’d be an idiot if he didn’t think you were attractive in the slightest.

When you were just a couple of houses down, you could already hear music blasting from the house and people cheering. At this point, you almost wanted to turn around, thinking you weren’t even close to drunk enough for this ordeal. As if he could read your mind, he spoke up - “There’s gonna be drinks inside, you know. First thing to do when we get through those doors is find the alcohol and get smashed.”

After steeling your nerves, you let out a sigh and nod, feeling very ready to not remember the night by the morning. “Okay! Let’s go.”

Just as planned: as soon as you walked through the door that was sloppily kept open by an empty beer keg, you waded through the crowd to arrive at the kitchen where the table was covered with bottles of every spirit and mixer imaginable, along with some questionable looking punch, of course. Looking at Vernon for suggestions, you were met with a shrug as he sidled off to lean against the counter while he loaded his grinder with weed (which he had pulled out from under his cape). Unhelpful, as always. You furrowed your eyebrows and picked up a vaguely sticky bottle of spiced rum, pairing it with some wonderfully flat pepsi. This was definitely the consequence of getting there an hour and a half after the party had commenced, but it seemed better than coming before it really kicked off. At the very least, you could still get drunk.

“You wanna get pissed but you’re using mixer?” Vernon shouted over the music, hoping you could hear him.

“Well, you didn’t give me any help!”

“Okay, okay, fine!” he shook his head, placing his stuff back in his cape before coming over to the table. “Let’s just have more tequila shots. There’s no lime or salt around by the looks of it though..” he whined with a small pout. You couldn’t help but giggle as he begrudgingly poured you both generous shots in glasses that were definitely not made for that purpose. “Drink up, bunny!”

It’d been a good half an hour since your second round of shots, and you could definitely feel the alcohol hitting your bloodstream. You’d absentmindedly been scanning the crowd for any sign of Chan but to no avail, his closest friend wasn’t anywhere to be seen either. 

Vernon had been sitting out the front smoking, so you hadn’t seen much of him either which meant you mainly just stuck to the wall and observed people, until someone approached you.

“Hey, you were in my chem class, right?” he inquired.

It was Jun - he only shared that one class with you and in all honestly you were pretty surprised he remembered you. He spent virtually all of his time in that lesson being loud and messing around with his friends, all while maintaining a good grade somehow - you sort of admired him for that.

“Oh, yeah! Nice alien suit.” you replied, leaning close to his ear to make sure he could hear you.

“You look really good in that bunny costume, by the way.” he said with a smile that you couldn’t quite discern the intention of. Instead of giving a reply, you smiled faintly and took a sip of your drink while looking over at the front door. Just as you did, you spotted two men walking through the door holding multipacks of beers up on their shoulders - Hoshi and Chan.

While you’d never been that close with Chan, the two of you were friendly since you were both members of the dance club. He’d been part of it since the start of high school, while you only joined a year or so ago, which meant he was a lot closer with the team than you were. To be honest, you only really joined it because of him, so he’d know who you were at the very least. Instinctively, you started making your way to the direction he seemed to be walking, before stopping in your tracks as you put two and two together and realised he was most likely coming to the kitchen to drop off the beers. So, you stayed put - much to Jun’s amusement. 

Hoisting the beers down from his shoulders, he lumped them onto the counter, people immediately opening the boxes to take some.

“Look at these monsters, getting through this shit so fast.” he laughed, mainly talking to Hoshi, but his gaze shifted over to you as he did. When he noticed you, the corners of his lips tugged up into a full-fledged smile, bearing his spiky canines. He was dressed as a vampire: hair slicked back, fake blood running down his chin, a black waistcoat - but he didn’t need the tacky fake fangs. His teeth could probably pass for a vampire’s already.

Once he’d made his way over to you, he pulled you into a hug, his defined forearms wrapped securely around his waist. While this took you completely off guard, you tried to remain composed and talk to him calmly. The smell of alcohol mixed with his cologne wafted over you when he pulled away, letting you know he’d definitely already had quite a bit to drink.

“It’s nice to see you here!” you smile.

He cocks his head at you, grin still wide, “What do you mean by that? You know this is my house, right?”

Your mouth quickly formed an ‘oh’ and it suddenly seemed to make sense why Vernon was so hellbent on convincing you to come. Regardless of your expression, he just laughed softly and took the empty cup out of your grasp. “Now.. I know that it looks bad,” he paused as he filled your glass with the mystery punch, “but I swear it’s actually kinda tasty. You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do.” you replied, smiling to yourself. You carefully took the cup from him, lightly brushing your fingers against his by accident. Though you were rather unconvinced, you took a small sip and looked up at him with surprise, nodding your head in approval. 

Hoshi and Jun had been sort of awkwardly standing around, not quite knowing what to do while the two of you talked. Eventually, Hoshi took the hint to leave and shouted “I’m gonna go dance with Jun, come find me if you need me!”, which gained no real response from Chan other than a thumbs up, not wanting to take his eyes off of you.

“Do you not want to dance too? I can go and find my friend, it's okay!” 

“No, I don’t want to dance with Hoshi.” he confirmed, still having his gaze locked onto you. You weren’t quite sure where to go from there, so you continued sipping at your drink, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. “Actually, follow me.” Without giving you time to react, he grabbed your wrist and started striding through the crowd, out the back door. You stumbled after him, desperately trying not to spill your drink and keep your balance as people pushed past you. 

So here you are: sitting on a bench swing in a secluded part of his garden, kept secret by the bushy trees and long grass. Between the two of you, it’s mainly just silence with a bit of background noise from the house.

“You’re not cold out here, are you?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Not really, the alcohol is keeping me warm enough.” you confirm, entering calm silence once again as the trees rustle with wind passing through them. 

“You know, I wish I had taken the chance to talk to you more in dance.”

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You’d always observed him from afar because he came off as very much out of your league, being friends with all of the popular guys and generally getting a lot of girls. He’d been looking at you too?

“Chan, how drunk are you right now?”

“Mmmmmm… not very? Actually, quite.” He was very drunk for sure. You very much doubt he’d remember a single thing you said by tomorrow.

“Okay, well, I always wanted to talk to you. I actually kinda joined dance because of you.”

As soon as those words passed your lips, his head whipped around and he stared at you in absolute awe, causing a little giggle from you. “Is that really so shocking to you? You’re incredible.”

He opens his mouth as if to send back a sassy retort, but instead pauses to think for a second, rubbing his temples theatrically. “Incredible how?”

You find him so very cute. You can’t fathom that this is the same man who dances with so much charm and appeal. “Are you just trying to squeeze compliments out of me, sir?” you question teasingly.

“Maybe? So what if I am!”

“Fine. You’re an extremely talented dancer, you’re kind to everyone even when they tease you, I really admire you,” you’re thrown off by how softly he’s watching you as you ramble and your brain completely shuts off, going into autopilot. “...and I really want to kiss you right now.”

His eyes shift from a soft gaze to a dark stare as he places one hand mid-way up your thigh, the other finding the back of your neck, slowly pulling you in. It feels like an absolute fever dream as you press your plush lips into his. You can taste the remains of strong liquor as he gently teases the parting of your lips with his tongue. If you weren’t on a swing, you would already be straddling his lap by now, but you settle for holding the side of his face and feeling across the muscles of his back needily. 

As he greedily pulls you closer to him, he groans into the kiss, only worsening the mess in your lacy underwear. You can feel his hand inching up your thigh, coming to rest just under the hem of your dangerously short skirt, urging you to finally pull away. “We can’t be doing this on a swing, Chan.” you whisper breathlessly, standing up and making it your turn to drag him through the crowd.

Not caring about the fake blood undoubtedly smeared across your face, you rush back into the house through the sea of people, afraid that your knees could buckle at any moment. “You don’t even know where my room is,” he laughs, “follow me.” And with that, you’re back to being dragged along. Making your way up the stairs, the crowd becomes sparser, and you finally have enough space to walk next to him. 

He forcefully pushes his door open only to see two people making out on his bed - Vernon and some random girl. “Get the fuck out.” Chan shouts, making them both turn their heads towards you, Vernon noticeably more shocked than the girl. As he passes you, he gives you a smirk and mouths ‘you’re welcome’ before disappearing, Chan slamming the door behind him.

Moving swiftly, he pins you against the door, forcing his knee between your legs and smiling at the sight of your flustered expression. “Is this better for you, princess? Fit your standards?” You can’t muster anything other than a small whimper in reply, clinging to the sides of his waistcoat. 

“I guess that’s a yes.” is all he comments before resuming what you’d paused. He lets his hands freely roam your body as your arms make their way up to his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging occasionally. With every pull, you feel his breath hitch against your lips and his hands falter momentarily before he regains composure. Just as you’d gotten fully into the rhythm, someone outside bumps into the door with enough force for your knees to give out, landing you firmly on his thigh. Though he could pick you back up with ease, he chooses to press his leg harder against your core, earning the moan from you he’d been searching for. “God you’re needy, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, Channie” you forced out, practically begging for more friction.

“Well, I don’t show this to most people.” he grinned, moving a hand up to your neck and running his thumb along your jawline. He slides his thumb up to your lips and you open them without hesitation, sucking gently while making sure to maintain eye contact as his focus flickers between your eyes and lips. His thumb came out of your mouth with a pop, and as soon as it did, he hiked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you across the room to the bed and confessing “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”

He sat down at the top of his bed, leaning against the headboard with you straddling him, as if he knew exactly what you'd wanted earlier. In this new position, you could feel his hardness pressing against you, making you mindlessly grind against him, trying to satisfy your own needs. He obliged, firmly holding his hands on your hips, guiding you along the outline of his dick. You lean down, starting with a small kiss but becoming more and more greedy by the second. Him softly moaning into the kisses only fueled you further, making you grind down harder and whine against his lips as he repeatedly makes contact with your clothed clit. 

“I need you so bad.”

“Be more specific, princess. What do you want me to do to you?” he spoke against your lips, impatiently making sure your hips never stopped moving back and forth.

“Mmh I don’t know, just make me feel good… please.”

While he could try to force more specifics out of you, he’s simply too eager to please. He moves his hands up a little, finding the zip of your skirt with ease, lifting you up slightly to tease it off of you, feeling your hips and thighs along the way and savouring every inch. He smoothly runs his fingers along your clothed folds before making a suggestion: “How about you sit on my face? I wanna taste you.” He looks up with eager eyes and a small smirk while he gropes your ass.

You watch him closely, trying to find any hint of hesitation in his expression. “I would love that if you’re up for it.”

Without any form of a pause, he slides down to lie flat on the bed, positioning himself right under your practically dripping cunt. He looks up to your face which is looking down at him with slight concern. “I’m not gonna suffocate. If I need you to lift up your hips I’ll tap the side of your thigh, okay?” he comforted, receiving a small sigh of relief and smile from you. Once he’d made sure you were okay, he pushed your bodysuit and panties to the side, taking in the sight and grinning before pulling you down onto his face by your ass. 

You can’t help but squirm as his tongue comes into contact with your clit, only stimulating yourself more with the movement. Desperately trying to keep your balance, you grip the headboard with one hand while the other is buried in his thick brown hair. You watch him, his eyes closed in bliss as he laps up the wetness that’d been pooling at your entrance, his nose rubbing against your bud. As you grind softly, your hips stutter from the overwhelming pleasure, hoping your moans can’t be heard by anyone over the loud pop music coming from downstairs. He firmly wraps his lips around your clit, looking up to see your flushed face as you push against his mouth and whine, feeling the climax building in your stomach.

He takes one of his hands off of your ass, trailing it around your thigh until he finds his way to your core, slowly pushing his index finger in, feeling you tense around him. As he curls his finger, you flinch at the new sensation, needing more. “Mm please Channie” you sigh, furrowing your eyebrows and closing your eyes to focus on the feeling.

Obediently adding another finger, he stretches your cunt out slowly, bringing you closer and closer to your peak. You absentmindedly pull his hair, making a groan leave his lips, the sound vibrating against you, tipping you over the edge. As you hit your high, your juices gushed into his pleading mouth, and you could feel him smiling against your folds in satisfaction. Until now, you hadn’t noticed him needily bucking his hips, trying to handle his own horny-ness. You smile to yourself as he lets you right out your high, slowly removing his fingers from you as you lift up your hips with wobbly legs. He supports the underneath of your thighs gently as you shuffle down his body. “I think it might be your turn, Channie.”

With a chuckle, he responds, “While I love the idea, I’m not sure how long I’d be able to last if you did that.”

You lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. “Mm okay, suit yourself.”

“Maybe next time, hmm?” he suggests, holding the side of your face softly. Your heart warms at the fact he’s already thinking about spending more time with you. “But right now, I really wanna be inside you, princess.”

He leans forward a little, bringing you back into a kiss as your hands busy themselves unbuttoning his waistcoat while he hooks his fingers under the straps of your pink bodysuit. He moans into this kiss as you go back to sitting on his dick, helping him slide your clothes off, now just in your matching black lingerie. Sitting up, he shrugs his waistcoat off and pulls his now slightly wrinkled white shirt over his head, joining the floor pile. You become slightly distracted by his figure, his toned body now on full display, sitting under your hands.

He moved his hands up to sit on the small of your waist asking, “Do you want me to grab a condom, lovely?”

“If we’re both clean then I’d rather it just be you..” you reply with a small smirk creeping up on your lips.

“Fuck.. you’re gonna be the end of me.” he gawks, watching his palms trace the sides of your body. You let out a small giggle and trail your fingers down to his belt buckle, swiftly unbuckling it and unzipping his pinstripe trousers, palming him through his boxers as you do. With a look of concentration on his face, he tugs his trousers and boxers off in one fell swoop, his dick hitting his abdomen with a small slap.

You’re pleasantly surprised by his size: average length, but thick in girth. You eagerly take the throbbing tip in your hands as he helps to take your panties off, his hands fumbling as you pleasure him. Too needy to wait, you position yourself, lining him up with the entrance as he watches you. “Are you ready?” he checks.

“Yes, I’m ready.” you smile. Unexpectedly, he pushes you straight down to the base with a cocky grin, making you let out a moan louder than you intended, rushing to grip onto his shoulders for support.

“Feel good, princess?” he whispers in your ear, kissing and nibbling your lobe. All you can muster is a nod as you bury your face in his neck. After a small pause while you adjust to his size, Chan not rushing you, you begin to roll your hips back and forth. He reaches up to undo the clasp of your bra with one hand, the other holding your hips firmly down. Once he’s removed it, he makes you arch your back slightly with a press at the back of your waist, bringing your breasts closer to his face. He takes your left nipple in his mouth, sucking diligently as he rolls the right between his thumb and middle finger.

The tips of your fingers start to dig into his shoulder leaving small red crescents in his tan skin. You’re both moaning messes, his sounds muffled against your skin, yours next to his ear only turning him on more. He slowly kisses up your chest to your neck, leaving small marks showing the path his mouth took, until reaching your lips. The make out was sloppy, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths, you bobbing up and down on him. “’m so close.” you speak against his lips.

“Cum for me then.”

His dominant attitude tightened the coil in your stomach, and he could feel you tighten around him. “That’s a good girl, cum on my dick.” And with that, your walls start spasming for the second time, making you pull away from the kiss, breathing too heavily to continue. Not long after, you feel Chan’s warm cum filling you up as he throws his head back in pleasure, continuing to fuck his release into you as he comes down from his high. You continue to hold onto his shoulders tightly, watching carefully as his Adam's apple moves up and down. You feel slightly lightheaded, and rest your forehead against his, making eye contact with him as he smiles at you.

“I guess we should probably get cleaned up, huh?” he suggests, wrapping his arms around your waist, bringing you into an embrace.

“Could we just stay like this for a bit? I’m comfy.”

“Of course, princess.”

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