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minsungjinho · 10 months

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~favor~ Bang Chan one shot

genre- smut, one night stand(?) friends to lovers(?) a literal bump into each other then smash warnings below the cut

warnings- explicit sexual content, soft/pleasure dom!chan, oral(f receiving), teasing, pet names, unprotected sex, the opposite of the pull out method, aftercare, cuddles

“Oh the way he makes me feel that love isn’t real - Cupid is so dumb” The song by FIFTY FIFTY is playing through your headphones just loud enough to drown out the noisy nightlife of Seoul. You walk slowly to your apartment, not having any real reason to get home quickly. You keep your head down, only looking up every few seconds to make sure you don’t run into a pole or business sign. Being a foreigner in Korea isn’t frowned upon at all, actually, most people here welcome you with open arms. However, the nighttime walk home from work can be a bit dangerous when the creepy men coming out of the bars try to take advantage of you. Luckily for you, it isn’t too late at night and you’re in more of a business sector. A building you pass by frequently catches your eye as you stand across the street. Big blue letters shine “JYP” and always make you curious as to what type of business or company it may be.

You pull out your phone and pull up Google to put an end to the mystery. You’ve wanted to look into it numerous times, but the fatigue from your shift at work had you going from point A to point B with no distractions. You type JYP into the search bar and watch as the loading circle spins and spins. You sigh at the crappy phone connection and keep walking towards home. With your phone still in your hand you gently tug your hood over your head more since the cold night wind keeps trying to pull it back. Looking at your phone once more you see the page has finally loaded and let out a sigh of satisfaction. You start to scroll down but then suddenly collide with what feels like a warm but solid ass rock. Slightly startled you take a couple of steps back and lift the hood away from your face to see what you ran into.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” An accented voice speaks out. You look up and see a handsome man wearing all black. Despite his accent, he definitely looks Korean. What was that accent? British? New Zealand? No... Sounds more like an Australian accent. Embarrassed at how long it has taken you to respond (due to your inner thought process) you simply nod at him and continue to look down at the ground whilst walking past. A pair of black Nike sneakers appear in front of you, and you stop to look at what was blocking your path.

“No seriously are you okay?” The handsome man in black looks you up and down with concern. “I wasn’t looking at where I was going and totally ran into you. It was my bad, so I just want to make sure you’re not hurt.” He finally looks into your eyes and offers a sincere smile.

“Yeah.. I’m fine.” You awkwardly chuckle, looking to the ground again. “I wasn’t paying attention either so it’s my fault too, sorry about that.” You tap the toe end of your shoe into the pavement and stuff your phone into your hoodie pocket.

“No, it was all me.. Wait how come you’re out here so late? It’s not the safest to be walking at night like this.” He says.

His accent is cute as hell, his “No” sounds like “Naur” and his “Here” sounds like “Heeah”. You chuckle ever so slightly and look up at him. “I could say the same to you, you’re also walking around at night..” You speak softly, just loud enough for him to hear you.

He sucks in a breath and anxiously pulls his hand behind his head. “You got me there. Are you going far?” You shake your head and point in the direction behind him.

“My apartment is just a few blocks away.”

“Ah, I see.” He nods and looks behind him. Turning back around he looks down at his phone and taps the screen a few times before handing it to you. “Could I have your number? I’ll treat you to coffee or tea as an apology.”

You wave your hands in front of you in protest while shaking your head. “No no no, it’s okay. I was at fault, I should be the one treating you.” He chuckles and pushes the phone toward you more. “I would still need your phone number to set that up if that's the case.”

You stare blankly at him for a moment, feeling your cheeks turn red at the embarrassment. You lower your hands and take his phone, putting your number into it. You considered putting in a fake number to avoid the awkward small talk but decided against it since he was cute. You hand the phone back to him, and he smiles looking down at it.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll text you.” He gives you another pleasant grin and pulls his hoodie over his head before starting to walk away. “Get home safe!” he blurts out before starting to jog in the opposite direction.

You look back at him and stand there awestruck at the encounter you just barely endured. You start walking in the direction of your apartment once more, watching the blue JYP lettering leave your sight.

Fresh out of the shower, you’re drying your hair with a towel and walking over to your dresser. You slip on some comfortable clothes and promptly slump down into bed. You grab your phone to watch your daily dose of TikToks before falling asleep. You disconnect the charger and watch as the screen illuminates with only a couple of notifications, one of them being a message from an unknown number. It must be the handsome man..

It’s Chan :) the one who ran into you earlier. Did you make it home safe? Also, how does Sunday sound?

So his name is Chan… Sunday is only two days away, technically only one day away since it’s past midnight. You start to type your response but get interrupted by a typing bubble on his end. Maybe he decided he doesn’t want to anymore? The bubble disappears briefly and pops back up again. The thought of both of you looking at your phone to talk to one another makes you blush for some reason

“☕”

All of that suspense just for an emoji of a cup of coffee.

Sure. What time?

You keep it simple even though you feel like you could die from embarrassment. The typing bubble pops up again.

Does 10 work for you? There’s a great place just a block away from where we bumped into each other. I’ll send you the address!

You smile for a brief moment before sending back your reply with a simple thumbs-up emoji. What else is there to say? You rest your phone on your chest and imagine what types of conversation will arise when you meet him next.

Sunday seemed to arrive much faster than you were hoping, mostly because you were stuck in thought about what to wear. Do you dress up nicely? How nice? What is the proper attire for a date that isn’t a date but more of an apology? You had decided to go with a nice pair of jeans and a nicer-looking teeshirt with botanical designs. No outfit is complete with a jacket, so you picked a basic and loose zip-up hoodie. It’s about 9 in the morning, and you haven’t received a message from him with the address yet. You spent a few minutes browsing through your very small collection of shoes to wear and decided on some Converse. Just as you finish lacing them up you received a message from Chan.

After sending over the address he wrote See you soon! :) To which you responded with a smiley emoji. You checked your face in the mirror briefly and grabbed your bag to start walking over to the cafe.

At 9:45 you are just a few buildings away from the cafe and realize how early you are. You look around for something quick to do that will waste a bit of time. While looking around you spot the handsome man in from of the coffee shop. He’s looking down at his phone and peaking up every few seconds looking around. Again, he is in all-black attire and has a mask on. If he was sick why would he still come out to this “non-date”? As you sit there staring at him, he looks up from his phone towards you and notices you standing there. He pulls his mask down briefly and shows you a smile, putting his phone in his pocket and waving at you. You walk over awkwardly, feeling like there were a million eyes on you.

“Y/N, I’m glad you could make it. Sorry for sending the address so late.” He chuckles awkwardly and waits for your response.

“It’s no problem at all, I don’t live far. Besides, it looks like we both got here early.” You smile gently and look into the windows of the cafe.

“Shall we go in?” He gestures toward the entrance.

You nod and make your way over to head inside, but before you’re able to push through the doors he steps closer to you and extends his arm out to push the door open.

“Thanks.” You say with a smile and step into the large room with the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee.

Oddly enough it was quite empty with only a few people scattered throughout the dining area. A few people with laptops, and a couple of people on their phones while enjoying their coffee. Without any further hesitation, you walk over to the dessert case and browse through the various sweets and bread they have to offer.

“Sweet tooth?” You hear from beside you, where Chan is squatted looking into the case with you.

“Always.” You answer confidently, “Do you know what you’re getting?” You ask.

He nods and stands before placing his order with the barista. Quickly you join him by his side and place your order as well, your debit card already pushed into the direction of the worker. Chan looks down at you and chuckles briefly.

“Can you use the card I have on file?” He asks the barista, who nods and tells him the transaction is complete.

“Playing dirty I see.” You comment while putting your card back into your wallet and walking into the dining area.

“You haven’t seen me play dirty yet, trust me.” He clears his throat and walks over to a nice booth by a window that overlooks the busy street.

Your ears get hot and red at what you think is a joke, and sit down across from him on the cushioned booth. You exchange small talk for a short while until both of your drinks and snacks come to the table. You both ordered an Iced Americano which is practically Korea’s #1 coffee drink of choice. For a snack, you ordered Honey bread. It’s thick bread that is cut into nine cube shapes and filled with whipped cream, then topped with honey, caramel syrup, and cinnamon powder. You take a dollop of the whipped cream and stir it into your coffee.

“That’s an interesting way to sweeten your coffee” He giggles softly

“I prefer my coffee with cream and more sweetener so this kind of kills two birds with one stone. I’m also not great at speaking Korean yet so it’s easier to keep my order simple.” You explain while cutting a slice of your bread.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He says bluntly before taking a bite of his breakfast sandwich. “To be honest, I don’t get out a whole lot so this is really nice. Thank you for agreeing to come out with me.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone can say no to a free meal. Plus, I thought you were handsome and sweet when we bumped into each other…” You blushed and felt a bit awkward after calling him handsome, he notices this and grins looking out the window.

His grin slowly fades as he peers out of the window, reaching for his mask and putting it back over his face. You curiously look out the window to find practically 15 girls walking past with their phones out and start walking to the window. He starts waving toward the girls on the opposite side of the glass.

“Y/N, any chance I could ask you to cover your face or look in the opposite direction so they can’t take a picture of you?”

Without a thought, you put your hood over your head and turn toward the inside of the cafe. “Do you know them?” You ask. He shakes his head with a slightly concerned look on his face. “Do you think they will come in here?” Again he shakes his head.

“The owner of this cafe is a friend of mine, I used to come in here a lot when I was younger. When situations like this happen the doors get locked.” He finally stops paying attention to the people outside and he sits normally while finishing his food. “I’m sorry that this happened.. Can I explain it to you when we’re done eating?” He asks with sincere regrets about the situation.

“It’s okay.. I think.” You start. “I’m confused but I’ll hear you out. As long as I get to finish my coffee.” You smile shyly while still looking the in the other direction.

“Of course, take your time.” He speaks softly, sipping down his own drink.

After eating, Chan was able to call a taxi and get picked up at the back of the building. You had thought this is where your date would end, but he informs you that he wants to bring you along.

The “taxi” is an all-black car with dark-tinted windows. Chan has a hand on your lower back as he guides you to the back door, which of course he opens for you. After getting in and nodding to the driver as a way to say “Hello”, Chan slides in next to you and tells the driver to bring him to the dorms.

It was a quiet drive, neither you, Chan, nor the driver saying much of anything but small talk. It was only about a ten-minute drive, but it was still plenty of time for you to spiral into many anxiety-driven thoughts. The biggest concern is who is this man you just got into a car with, and why don’t you feel the least bit fearful about where you’re going? The word “dorms” doesn’t seem scary at all, but it could be a code word for some type of dungeon or butcher shop for all you know.

The car gently stops in front of a tall building that looks like it’s mainly apartments or offices. It’s got a secluded awning of which the driver pulled right underneath and from here it’s just a straight shot to the doors. Chan thanks the driver and opens to door, getting out of the vehicle so you can slide out as well. He shuts the door behind you and places his hand on your lower back once more while guiding you inside. In no longer than a minute and a half you find yourself in an elevator going up to the 8th floor.

“I’m really sorry about this, Y/N.” He takes off his mask and stuffs it into his pocket, rubbing his face a bit as if it were itchy. You stand there confused for a moment, wondering why he was so apologetic.

“Oh..” You started. “Is this about earlier? At the cafe?”

He nods but before words come out the elevator door opens showing a hallway with only two doors on either end. The whole building looked very nice in general, with fancy wallpaper, and modern-looking decor, hell even the elevator was shinier than it should have been for a commonly used spot.

He guides you to the door on the right, farthest away from the elevator. He enters in a code on the lock of the door that lets out a nice little jingle once the door is unlocked. Chan peeks his head in and then backs up to let you through. Maybe he lives with someone? The situation keeps getting weirder and weirder, but you still don’t feel scared or unsafe. He doesn’t turn any lights on or even show you around but simply walks across the apartment toward a door at the back corner. While you’re walking through you notice a few things about his home, like multiple different sizes of shoes in the entryway, lots of different styles of hoodies and jackets hung up, workout equipment in the living room mixed in with art supplies and photographs. It’s a fancy apartment overall, but it looks like a bunch of guys live here based on the lack of matching furniture. Chan opens the door for you, leading you into a very empty bedroom, with only a bed, dresser, a couple of wall hangings, and a desk with quite an impressive setup.

Feeling exhausted from the prior events you took no shame while flopping straight onto his bed and looking up at the ceiling.

“I feel the same.” He says, copying your movements and laying beside you on his bed. He turns onto his side and looks at you for a moment before speaking again. “You know, you’ve been pretty chill with everything going on today. I’m still surprised you agreed to go out on a date with me.” He smiles.

“So it was a date?” You ask while giggling, finally receiving the answer to a question you’ve been thinking about since Friday. Chan looks at you with a gleaming smile, not saying a word. “What..?” You ask, feeling a bit self-conscious.

He shakes his head and asks if you want to watch a movie, you find it to be a weird request but oblige and make him play your favorite film. He says he’s never seen it and you’re excited to be the one to introduce it to him. It doesn’t take long for you to start asking questions about him, like where he grew up and if he has roommates or just a lot of hobbies, his favorite foods, songs, and everything you can think of. Your interest in him grows with each answer he provides, but you’ve suddenly realized that neither of you have been paying much attention to the movie. It doesn’t take long for you to feel sleepy, between the comfort of your favorite movie, his extremely comfortable bed, and the unexplained safeness you feel around him it was hard to keep your eyes open.

“Hey you,” He says softly, placing a hand above your knee and shaking it gently. “Sleepy? I can bring you home if you’d like.”

Just him placing his hand on you sent a zap through your spine and woke you up immediately. Despite your jeans acting as a barrier between skin, his touch made you feel sensitive and intrigued.

“No it’s okay, I’m enjoying my time with you.” You replied back to him, making brief eye contact and then turning your attention back toward the movie once more.

“Mm,” He hummed. “If you say so.” You could hear his smile through his words, but you could also feel the light touches of his fingers dragging across your leg. You looked down for a split second without moving your head so as to not draw attention to your reaction.

You could feel your heartbeat rise a bit, so you try to intently watch the movie in order to escape from your thoughts… which of course didn’t work because the handsome, slightly mysterious man seemed to be pulling moves on you. Before you could think about anything else he removed his hand from your leg and sat up.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink, want anything?” You looked at each other and you smiled toward him politely.

“A water would be great actually.” You said.

He nodded and stood up from the bed, casually walking out of the room. You sat up straight as soon as he left the room, placing a hand on your chest with your eyes wide. What the hell is going on here? You unzipped your hoodie and slipped it off your body, laying it in front of you at the foot of the bed. Whether it was from the tension in the room, or your anxious thoughts you had started to feel very warm and the jacket was not helping.

He walked back into the room with a glass of ice water for you, handing it over to you before sitting back on the bed. “Here you go,” He said in a chipper tone, sipping his own drink before placing it on the nightstand beside him. The glass is wet with condensation, but the coldness felt good in your hand.

“Thank you, sir,” You said before raising the glass to your mouth. After taking a quick sip of water, he responds back with “Sir? I like that.” making you start to laugh a bit. The glass cup slips from your hands, and freezing hold water spills onto your chest and all over the front of your body.

You stand up immediately, not wanting to get anything on his bed wet. You let out a small breath of air from the shock of the cold water soaking the clothes against your skin. He stands up and starts walking over to you.

“I am so sorry, I’m such an idiot.” You say quietly.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says calmly, turning your body towards him and looking your up and down. “Follow me,” he states, running his hand down your arm to gently tug at you as he starts walking across the room with you in tow. He opens a door to which you originally thought was his closet, but turned out to be a very nice master bathroom. He walks you over to the front of the sink, then lets go of your arm to walk across the room and grab you a towel.

“Here, I’ll go grab you a comfy pair of clothes to wear so we can put yours in the dryer.” He smiles and hands you the towel, which you accept gratefully. He leaves the room, and you can hear him shuffling around in the bedroom. You take your shirt off quickly, feeling even more freezing with each second you kept it on. Pulling it above your head you then toss it into the sink and begin trying to work at your bra clasps. Your fingers are cold and stiff, making the quite easy task seem impossible.

A couple of knocks on the bathroom door appear, along with Chan's voice. “Am I okay to come in?” He peaks his head through the door frame, his hand covering his eyes.

“Yeah,” You reply, bringing your hands back down to your sides. “Actually, could I ask a favor of you?” You question.

“Sure, what's up?” He brings his hand down from his face and looks at you shirtless for a moment before entering the room. He’s holding a pair of black sweatpants and a white hoodless sweatshirt.

“Could you possibly… unhook my bra for me? My hands are really cold and I can’t undo it.” You can feel the embarrassment form and your ears turning red.

“Oh! Yeah!” He says quickly, not giving it a second thought.

While he’s walking over to you, you turn around and face the sink, watching him through the mirror as he places his clothes onto the bathroom counter and steps behind you. You can see as he wiggles his fingers before attempting to unhook your bra, making you look to the ground and smile shyly. You can feel his fingers touch your back briefly, and the weight of your bra releases from your shoulders in almost an instant. You pick your head back up and gaze at him through the mirror with a surprised face on your look. He steps away from you a bit and smiles confidently.

“Can I help with anything else?” He asks you with a very slight grin on his lips, his eyes not wandering from yours.

You turn around slowly, one hand holding onto the main support of your bra so you don’t accidentally flash him. With one hand you start to fumble with the button of your jeans, blushing when you’re unable to unclasp it. You look up at him timidly, to which his grin grew wide as he stepped toward you. Luckily you were wearing a matching set of underwear, not on purpose… but because it was the only pair of clean clothing you had.

He gently unbuttons, and unzips your pants for you, running his fingers across your waist to grab at the hem of your jeans and start to pull them down. Once the denim is past your knees he kneels to the ground and lifts one of your legs for you, pulling each of your limbs through the clothing. Once the cold and wet pants are off of you he tosses them to the side and looks up at you.

Abruptly, he stands up while dragging his hands up your legs, grabbing ahold of your upper thighs and picking you up. Surprised, you let go of your bra in your hands, letting it fall as you hold onto his shoulders. He plops you down onto the counter next to the sink, pushing his folded clothes away. He leans back slightly, looking you straight in the eyes once more. With your chest fully exposed, you feel your cheeks and ears burning with anticipation.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He tells you enchantingly, before leaning into you and kissing the inner part of your neck.

You swallow a bit of air once his lips connect with the skin above your collarbone, surprised and almost relieved. With your hands still holding onto his shoulders, you clench them softly as he makes his way up your sensitive skin up to your ear. His breath can be felt against your ear, heavy and loud as he lightly bites beneath it. Goosebumps form on your arms and chest from the twinge of pleasurable pain.

With a hand gripping your waist, he raises the other to your face and collides his lips into yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you so your chest is pressed against his. His full lips push and pull against yours, both of you breathing heavily at this point.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” He whispers into the kiss, making you tighten your grasp around him.

You suck on his lower lip and bite down just hard enough to get a reaction. He moans into another kiss, this time you feel his tongue graise the inside of your mouth as if asking for permission. You open your mouth a bit more, letting your tongues dance and play. During this time you’re feeling more and more confident, gripping the hem of his shirt and starting to pull it up over his head. His arms raise over his head, helping you lift it off of him. Once the clothing falls to the floor, you stare at his toned body. With a finger, you trace down his six-pack abs feeling the warmth radiate off of him.

Without allowing your hands to explore any more of him, his head lowers down to your chest, and his kisses all around your collarbone and breasts. You tangle your fingers through his hair, hanging your head back in bliss. Without warning his teeth bite and suck against your nipples, earning an audible moan from you. Your hand grasps his hair with pleasure, and your breathing quickens.

Chan switches to your other breast, giving it equal amounts of attention as you feel his fingers hook into the waistline of your underwear. His other hand grabs at your ass, lifting you up as he effortlessly slides your panties off of you and down your legs. Still holding onto your ass, he grabs ahold of you with both hands and lifts you off of the counter. You wrap your legs around him, holding onto his shoulders once more.

With each of your bare chests touching the others he walks out of the bathroom, using his leg to open the door wide enough for you both to fit. You take this opportunity to pull yourself into his neck, kissing and sucking against his skin ever so gently. His hands grip your ass roughly in response before he lays you against his bed. He stands over you and grins wide before walking over to his bedroom door. With one hand he closes the door shut and with the other, he unbuckles his belt and unclasps his button. Walking back over to you, he casually rolls his pants down and lets them fall onto the ground whilst crawling onto the bed on top of you.

He takes his time, kissing up your body starting from your inner thigh and moving up your waist until his body is pressed against yours. You feel his size against your hips as his lips crash into yours once again. This time he has taken away his gentlemanly approach and has roughly started to kiss you. Your hands wander and eventually start traveling to his waist, pulling his body into you deeper. Both of you groan at the pressure building, your fingers digging into his back and your lip stuck in between his teeth. With his elbows propped up against the bed for support, his hands hold your face in them, pulling you to the side so he can kiss your neck all over.

Slowly he starts to gravitate downward while kissing your body, giving each of your nipples attention for a moment, then working his way down to your stomach where he kisses every inch of your skin. With your head pressed back against the mattress he has gotten between your legs and spread them wide, kissing and nibbling at your inner thighs before you feel his fingers at your entrance. He separates your folds and runs a finger up to your clit, toying with it as he watches your reaction. Your toes curl as he finds the perfect motion and continues swirling his fingers around.

“Mmm, such a good girl.” He moans against your skin, his tongue taking over where his fingers were.

You whine and moan at his hot and textured tongue against your most sensitive spot, gripping the sheets as he starts to tease and suck. His hand grabs at your own, guiding it to the top of his head where you clench at his fluffy and thick dark hair. He groans against you, the humming vibration from his lips pleasing you even more. More aggressively he starts to eat you out harder, using his teeth to gently tug at your clit and gripping your thighs so hard you thought you might develop light bruises later on in the night.

“You taste so fucking good, Princess.” He mumbles into you, lifting his head to watch you squirm beneath him.

He makes his way back up to meet your face, making eye contact with you as he plunges two of his fingers inside of you. A sense of relief and pleasure take you over as he starts to finger you at a steady and consistent pace. You widen your legs and reach up to his face to pull his lips against yours. He kisses you more gently than he had before, giving almost all of his attention to pleasing you with his fingers. You squeak and moan against his lips as he starts to use a “pulling” motion with his fingers, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

“Does that feel good?” He teases you, pulling away from your lips slightly. You nod eagerly, finding yourself almost begging him for more. Both of you are breathing heavily. He starts to pick up his pace and you can feel his eyes on you, watching every move you make. “Fuck- you’re so wet,” He starts. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He practically groans.

“Please” You start to whisper, the speed of his hands making you feel almost delirious and high.

“Be a good girl and ask nicely.” He growls into your ear before slowing down his movements.

“Please,” You whine once more, only slightly louder.

“Please what?” He slips his fingers out of you, grinning, grazing them across your lips.

You open your eyes and watch as he sucks his fingers clean, building the courage to really speak of what you want him to do to you.

“Please fuck me, Chan.” You say shakily, feeling the absence of him inside of you.

“Good girl.” He whispers, kissing you gently before removing his boxers and putting his body between your legs.

He holds your jaw in his hands while using his other hand to guide his dick to your entrance and teasing you ever so slightly. You groan and watch as he holds his length against you. You’re quite frankly amazed at the size, eager to feel him inside of you.

Once he’s satisfied with his teasing he starts to push himself into you, moaning while his tip stretches you out. “So tight” He whispers as he continues to keep slowly pushing his length in deeper.

Your nails dig into his lower back, enjoying the sensation of him opening you up. No noises leave your mouth, your lips just hanging wide open and your head pressed against the mattress. Once almost all of his length is inside of you, he starts to pull back out and fucks you slowly.

“Can you take it all, baby girl?” He asks you seductively before planting a kiss on your lips.

You hum loudly in response, moving your hips in synch with his. With each thrust, he pushes into you deeper and deeper, shredding your walls and finding pleasure points you didn’t even know you had. Chan starts to pick up the pace, raising his body over yours while on his knees he pulls you deep into him by your legs, causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

“Ohh,” He groans, “Good fucking girl, take it all.” He grips your hips and uses them to pull you closer to him, fucking you hard and rough. He grunts and breathes heavily while pounding into you, watching your body’s reaction.

Your breasts bounce with each buck of his hips, your arm is covering your face slightly, feeling self-conscious at the position you’re in. You bite your lip hard, almost making yourself bleed in order not to scream out in pleasure as he starts fucking you harder and faster.

With no warning he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and leans his body directionally over yours, smashing his lips against yours messily as he continues to pump into you. Both of you are moaning deeply into the lips of the other, and breathing becomes more and more difficult.

He starts to slow down his pace and pushes your leg as high up into your chest as it can go, starting to slowly grind in and out of you. This new position has you feeling so close to your high, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he grazes past your sweet spot over and over. With his unoccupied hand, he toys with your clit once again, watching your face and body movements as he rubs gently.

You feel the dampness of his skin mix in with yours, the room heating up at an increasingly fast rate. You start to feel bad for the other occupants of this apartment building because neither of you are even attempting to be quiet at this point. His bed is shaking and slamming against the wall with each thrust, and both of you are moaning and groaning, not to mention the slapping sounds coming from the room as well.

He must have been able to feel you getting close to your high because he starts to grind into you deeper and faster while still keeping close attention to his fingers on your clit. Without hesitation, you pull his face to yours, gripping at his hair to keep him close as you feel yourself start to orgasm. Your chest and stomach start to feel light and fluttery with butterflies and your insides get warmer and warmer as he pulls in and out.

You feel your walls contract around his cock, making it hard for him to fuck you as fast as he had been. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans loudly, pushing into you hard despite the challenge. You keep riding out your high, which feels never ending while he pleases you so roughly. Your moans hum against his lips, but he pulls away to hear how loud you can be. Once you feel your body start to return to normal you notice how close he must be due to his sloppy thrusts. He lets go of your leg and uses his arms to tower over you, no longer grinding but aggressively fucking you as if he would never get the chance to again.

His moans become louder, and his eyes are shut tightly, you thrust your hips into him with every pounding he gives. You pull yourself up and kiss him gently, tugging on his lip as he edges himself closer. With a few final thrusts, he groans into the small of your neck and clenches the blankets with a full fist. You feel his dick twitch inside of you, spilling all of his cum deep into you. He slows to a stop and gently rests himself on top of you, hiding his face into your neck still while breathing heavily.

You both stay like this for a while, him resting atop of you while you softly caress his back. He kisses your neck and slowly starts to get up while dragging his cock out of you, both of your nectars dripping out of your stretched-out hole. He hums softly as he exits you, sitting back and enjoying the view for a moment before stepping off of the bed.

He leaves the room and grabs a couple of small towels from the bathroom, one of them nice and warm to clean you up and the other soft and dry. He wipes you clean and puts his boxers back on after wiping himself. You watch as he exits the room once more, walking into the bathroom. You see the claw marks you’ve left on his back, and his hair being all messed up from your grasp. He comes back into the room with the clothes he prepared for you, helping you get dressed. After you’re dressed and comfy, he grabs your clothing from the bathroom and places them into the dryer underneath the counter.

He returns wearing a set of comfy clothes himself, but you’re feeling sleepy and satisfied so it's hard to keep your eyes open well enough to get a good look. He climbs into the bed next to you, pulling you halfway onto him in a comfortable cuddling position. Finally, both of you are breathing normally and are no longer sweating. You start to doze off, Chan playing with your hair and humming a song that you swear you’ve heard somewhere.

And it was only then at that moment where you remembered his face from.

~the end~

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