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myglogic · 3 years

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Priceless | Bang Chan | 05

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Pairing: rich kid! Bang Chan (Stray Kids) x female reader

Genre: Crime, enemies to friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Word Count: 3,8k

Summary: After Chan found out who you are, he seeks advice from non other than you own father.

DISCLAIMER: Everything in this fanfic is fiction - that includes Chan’s fictional father who of course does not represent Chan’s real father! ♥

As you managed to get all of flour off your hair, you had no idea that Chan was snooping in your room. You were still feeling a little giddy from the little flour war and you found yourself wanting to spend more time with Bang Chan.

You finished cleaning up fast just so you can spend more time with him but when you left the bathroom and didn’t find him in the living room, you got an uneasy feeling. Then you saw your bedroom door, wide open. Maybe he just wanted to have a look, right? You then walked in the while drying your hair with your towel, hoping that he would just look at your decoration. But no.

He was looking at a dress. No. The dress, from the gala.

You dropped your towel in shock and the first thing that came to your mind was saying, “I can explain.”, with a shaky breath.

Chan stood there eerily calm, still staring at the dress. “You can?”, he said in a tone that was creeping you out.

You didn’t notice the tears flowing on your face. “I can! Chan, please. Let me explain this calmly to you.”

He then looked at you with glance full of disappointment and anger. “Oh, really?! What the hell do you want to explain, huh? Do you want to explain the fact that you have been basically stalking my father? Or the fact that you were the girl who exposed everything to the public at the gala and ruined my father's reputation?! Where do you want to start?”, Chan literally exploded and you felt burned by his words. Everything he said was true.

“I-I’m sorry. But I have an explanation!”, you said while crying and trying to calm him down as you were walking towards him.

“No. Y/N. I don’t want to hear it! You have been using me! And to think I fucking trusted you!”, he took a step back from you.

“Chan, please…”, you sniffed.

“Don’t cry ‘cause you brought this on yourself! Just… leave me alone. I need time to think.”, he said as he harshly brushed your shoulder to take his things. “Don’t call me.”, Chan then left with a loud slam of the door.

You sat down on your bed, now fully crying. This wasn’t normal. You should be crying because you lost Chan as an informant for your article. However, you were sadder about the fact that you lost Chan as your friend.

♥.

Chan was furious and he knew he didn’t give you a chance to explain yourself. But it was obvious that you wanted to harm his family. Otherwise it wouldn’t make sense why you would spend so much time with him. Chan sat in his car, running his hands through his hair, almost ripping them out.

He felt hurt. For the first time in forever it seemed like someone truly cared for him. He was wrong once again. Chan tried to get his act together and decided to go to a nearby restaurant. He was really hungry and couldn’t think straight at the moment.

It was a Korean BBQ restaurant and Chan sat down to drink some soju and eat to calm down. He felt horrible after what happened. It wasn’t like Chan to lash out on someone like that. Did he go too far? Did he hurt you? Thoughts like these were plaguing his mind. He knew that he had every right to be angry. But maybe he should have given you a chance to explain yourself.

“Oh…I know you!”, a man, who was Chan’s waiter, said and looked at him with a fond smile on his face. The older man who was serving him his food looked familiar.

Chan sighed, normally he isn’t that well-known but some of the older generations knew him and his family. He really didn’t want to be recognized now. “Do I know you?”, he asked politely, trying to be respectful.

“No, but I know your father. I recognized you immediately.”, he said while smiling at Chan. “You don’t look good, though. I should bring you some more meat!”

“You don’t need to do that, sir. I just ordered.”, he said, trying to convince the man.

“A young man like you needs to eat. I know that I need to eat a lot when I feel down.”, he said and quickly brought him more meat.

“How do you know that I feel down?”, Chan asked the man who looked very wise. He seemed to know what he was talking about.

“Can I sit down for a second?”, the man asked and got a nod in response. “The name is Byungho, by the way. You know, I see it in your face. I see a lot of young people here with that expression. My daughter often has that look on her face too. She is always so worried but still tries to be positive.”, he then took out his phone to show a picture of her. “This is my daughter Y/N. Despite the fact that I couldn’t give her the best life, she was still so grateful…”

Chan’s eyes widened. Now he remembered why he seemed so familiar. In your apartment he saw a framed picture of you and your family. Maybe this was what he needed. To talk to your father. “I guess you’re right. I got… some problems with a friend. She lied to me and I don’t know how to deal with it.”, Chan sighed.

Byungho gave Chan a warm smile. “Friends can give you a tough time, that’s true. But you know what? You can find a solution to be happy. Let me tell you about my friendship with your father. I bet he didn’t tell you about me.”

Chan turned to Byungho, giving him a look of curiosity. “You know my father personally? I thought you recognized me from the media or something.”

“Actually, your father and I were best friends back then; Chan.”

January 1993

“Hey, Byungho! Try to catch the ball!”, Kevin Bang said as he dribbled the basketball.

“Oh, you bet!”, Byungho said excitedly as he took the ball from him. “Loser needs to pay for the food.”

Kevin smirked at his best friend. “You think I’m gonna pay? I don’t even have money, man!”

“As if I have the money. Come on!”

“We would always play basketball together and went through thick and thin even in school. We would always help each other. Your father actually helped me to date my wife.”, your father said and remembered the fond memory.

“Come on, Byungho! She won’t wait forever. You need to ask her out. Otherwise Kyungsoo will and we don’t want that, do we?”, Kevin patted his best friend’s back and shoved him towards the girl he liked.

“Okay, Okay!”

“Wow, he did that?”, Chan said, not expecting his father to be so romantic.

“Yes. He did that. I do have to thank him for that.”, Byungho said.

“What happened? You both are obviously not talking to each other anymore. Why?”

Your father sighed. “I don’t know if you want to hear this. But a lot of things happened. This is not exactly the nice part of the story.”

March 1999

“Byungho! I invested in my first property!”, Kevin said excitedly as he sat down next to Byungho. “I will be rich in no time!”

“Congrats, mate! I hope that you will be successful. And I got accepted to culinary school. I will hopefully become the best chef in Seoul and serve the best food!”

“Dude, I will be your sponsor and you will cook me some nice meals!”, Kevin said and shook your hand. “Deal?”

“Deal.”

Chan looked at Byungho, confused. “This restaurant doesn’t belong to you, right?”

Your father shook his head with a sad expression on his face. “No. But I did have one back in 2004. I also had a lot of customers.”

Chan seemed overwhelmed by all this new information. “What happened?”

July 2004

“Kevin?”, Byungho asked the man in the expensive suit who just entered his restaurant. “I didn’t see you for a while. You must have been busy.”

Kevin took off his glasses. “Huh, you’re right. It’s been a while. Can I have a table for the two of us?”

Byungho nodded and quickly prepared a table to sit down and talk to his old friend. “I’ve seen you all over the news. Your business is really taking off, huh?”, Byungho smiled at Kevin as he poured him some soju.

“Yeah. The restaurant’s looking nice too. But it’s still a little small, don’t you think?”, Kevin said as he accepted the glass of soju. “You could have more. So much more.”

Byungho shook his head. “For the time being I am happy like this. I will hopefully expand more in the future.”

“How about now?”

Byungho sat up straight. “Is this a business proposal? Are you going to sponsor me?”

“Something like that. But think bigger. Not only 2 or 3 three restaurants. Think about franchises in the whole world! Korean food for the world.”, Kevin said with hand gestures that emphasized “think bigger”.

“You know I can’t afford that, Kevin. Are you insane?”, Byungho said, confused.

“I will not sponsor you. But I am doing something big right now and I want my best friend to be involved too. This is going to make both of us filthy rich.”, Kevin said and took a piece of meat in his mouth.

“Aren’t you already pretty well-off?”

“I am. But this will make everything better and bigger.”, Kevin leaned closer to his friend and started whispering, “This isn’t exactly legal. You see, I know a few guys who work very well with drugs. Heroine, ecstasy, molly. Anything you can think of. The money I get from that I will invest in more real estate.”

Byungho’s eyes widened and he immediately stood up in anger. “What the hell are you saying?! Since when do you deal with that shit?”

“Sit down! It’s been a short while but I want to share my method of earning money with you.”, Kevin said calmy as if this was a normal conversation.

“Kevin, you know this is highly illegal. I don’t want to be dragged into this. Leave me alone, I have a family. What if you get caught? I can’t go to jail and not see my wife and my daughter.”, Byungho said angrily.

Now it was Kevin’s turn to get angry. “Oh, really?! It was very selfish of me to think that you’d want to earn money! I thought we were friends.”

“Friends don’t do that to each other. Supporting each other doesn’t mean doing illegal things together! You have a child too, don’t you think about him? About what will happen if you get caught?”

“He has nannies who can take care of him. And I will not get caught.”

“This is stupid, Kevin! Leave me alone with this or I will report you to the police. I can’t believe that money and fame changed you this much. I can’t even recognize you.”, Byungho said, dead serious.

“I guess you aren’t the guy I used to be friends anymore. How can you threaten me right now? You will regret this, Byungho.”, Kevin spat and he got up. “I hope this restaurant goes to hell with you.”

Chan’s eyes widened in shock. “Drugs? My dad deals with drugs?”

Byungho shrugged. “I don’t know if he still does that but he wanted me to deal those drugs with him. I just couldn’t do that. I didn’t want to.”, he said, still thinking about the past. “I lost my friend then. I tried to find a solution but in this case the solution was to let him go. But he didn’t let go of me yet.”

June 2004

It was a normal workday at the restaurant. Byungho didn’t hear anything from Kevin after that day but he still had an uneasy feeling. He knew what Kevin was capable of so he was trying to be cautious.

On that day, the police came to his restaurant out of nowhere. Some of the policemen and women were regulars at his restaurant, so Byungho thought they came to eat. “Hello. Do you want to stay or take out?”

The policeman looked at him with a serious expression. “Mr. Y/L/N, we aren’t here to eat this time. We got a tip that you are hiding something in your restaurant.”

You were sitting at one of the booths, as you were a little child you didn’t understand a lot. You were drawing some pictures for your father as the police arrived.

Byungho was confused. “Hiding? What are you talking about?”

The policewoman looked at your father with a sad expression on her face because she knew your family well. “It’s serious, Mr. Byungho. We got a tip from an anonymous source. They said that you were hiding drugs.”

“This is ridiculous. Of course, I don’t have such a thing. Please, have a look at the restaurant, I can assure that this is a misunderstanding.”, Byungho said and assured them that everything was fine.

But it was not.

On that painful day, the police found drugs hidden in some cabinets of the kitchen and in the freezer. It was a big amount and nobody knew where the drugs came from. You clearly remember the day they took your father away, with big teardrops falling from your eyes.

“Mommy, where are they taking daddy?”, you asked while crying.

“Somewhere safe. Nothing will happen to him darling.”, your mother said, panicking on the inside as she watched her husband in handcuffs walk past her. Your mother was holding your closely, trying not to cry but miserably failing at doing so.

Your father was convicted of drug possession and was sentenced to 2 years in prison. The restaurant was closed shortly after that because no one wanted to go to a prisoner’s restaurant.

Chan couldn’t believe his ears. “…If I am connecting this right, the drugs didn’t belong to you?”

Byungho looked sadly at his surroundings. “No. I hired a new employee a few weeks before all that happened. Turns out he used to work for your father and that he was the one who hid the drugs and was hired by your father to do so.”

Chan started shaking again but this time it wasn’t because of you. “How do you know that?”

“I was released six months earlier for good behavior and because they found evidence that I wasn’t behind it. The employee got arrested but not your father. Nothing was linked to him but I know it was him. Because on the day of my release, I saw him. He was eyeing the whole situation.”

Chan was in shock. After all the thing his father did to him, your father still talked to him as if he was not the son of the man who destroyed his life. “Didn’t you get your restaurant back?”

Byungho shook his head. “No. It was hard for me to find a job, especially if you have a criminal record. I guess you could say that my best friend betrayed me the worst way possible. So, please. Talk to your friend. It cannot be worse than my situation.”

Chan wiped his eyes quickly. “I’m sorry. On behalf of my father. No one deserves that.”

“I don’t want your apology son. I want your father to be rational and to find his sanity. What he did to me is unforgivable. But son, you aren’t your father. Do something with your life.”

“How can you be so… civil with me? I am-“

Your father interrupted him. “You aren’t your father. I will not repeat myself.”

Chan understood now. Of course, you would hate his father. His father was the reason why your family lost everything. You just wanted justice. You wanted the world to be aware of what kind of person his father was. After all, Chan apparently didn’t know his father at all.

“Thank you, sir.”, Chan thanked the man. “You helped me a lot. I know what to do now.”

“Come back here if you need to talk to an old man. You know where to find me.”

“I will.”, Chan smiled gratefully at Byungho. “Thank you!”

♥.

As Jisung came home, he saw you crying. He immediately started hugging you and comforting you. You told him everything from the beginning. He listened to everything, then made you some tea to calm down.

“Do you like him?”, Jisung asked after taking a sip from your tea.

“No. It’s not like that.” At least that was what you thought. “I betrayed him. I don’t know.”

“It’s not about the article anymore.”, Jisung concluded on his own.

“I guess it is. You know what happened to my family, Ji. This feels like an opportunity to get justice for my family but at the same time I hurt someone who wasn’t involved at all.”, you said as you sipped on your tea.

“Y/N, you know what’s wrong and what’s right. You should sleep and get your mind off this whole situation for a bit.”, Jisung said and put an arm around you. “You don’t know what you’re doing, right now.”

“I know… Thank you for listening to me. You are the best roommate ever.”

Jisung chuckled. “I know.”

The next morning you woke up with a headache. As if you have drunken a whole bottle of vodka on your own. You then sloppily got ready for work, not really in the mood to go. And you had to take the bus because obviously Chan wouldn’t pick you up.

As you went outside, you saw a familiar car standing in front of your house. Your heartbeat quickened as you spotted the driver. Maybe, he was here on accident. As you approached the car hesitantly, you noticed Chan glancing at you. He then made a head gesture to tell you to get in.

You didn’t know what to do at first but you still got in the car. Chan started driving without saying a word. You were confused because you didn’t know why he was here.

Chan cleared his throat. “I still have to drive you to work. Since, you don’t have a car.”

You then turned to him, even more baffled than before. “What are you doing, Chan? Why are you here?”

Chan sighed. “I am here to make things right. I didn’t hear you out yesterday.”

“You… want me to explain?”, you said in shock.

“Yes, please.”, Chan insisted in a calm voice.

Your hands were fidgeting and you looked at the quiet boy. “Okay. I was the girl from the masquerade ball, that is true. I mean… you figured that out already.”

Chan stopped the car at a quiet place and fully turned to you. You took a shaky breath. “I also admit that I was behind the plan. I guess I have a personal vendetta against your father.”

Chan then stopped you and looked down. “I met your father yesterday. It wasn’t on purpose. He told me what my father did in the past.”

“So, you know. You know why I hate your father and what he did to us.”, you concluded. You tried to look in his eyes but Chan was looking away in shame. “My father lost his restaurant, his passion. He loved to cook for everyone and he was a walking sunshine. After his jail time, nobody wanted to talk to us. Nobody wanted to hire him. He had to do shitty jobs to make sure that we had something to eat and a warm place to stay. And it was your father’s fault. So, it’s true that I researched all that to show the world his true face. Because I know he has the media in his control.”

Chan took a deep breath and finally looked at you. “Is that the reason why you started spending time with me? Was all of this a set-up?”

You shook your head. “I didn’t plan on seeing you at all. When you crashed into my car, I took the chance. You have every right to be mad at me. Because I did continue seeing you because I wanted more information on your father. But I didn’t get any. At first, I didn’t like you because I thought you would be just like him.”, you said but then reached over to his hand to hold it. “But you are the sweetest person I have ever met. You are nothing like your father.”

Chan squeezed your hand. “I understand your anger. I really do. After talking to your father, I realized that I never really knew my dad at all. I would do the same if I were you. I would want justice.”, Chan said and gave you a concerned look. “If you want clarity, I can help you. This is the least I can do.”

“What do you mean?”, you asked him, confused.

“I want to know if there were more incidents like these. Especially if there were more illegal things involved. If I want to take over his company, I need to know if there is more dirty money involved. I want a clean company and I want justice for people who were hurt by my father.”

Your eyes widened. “You want to help me?”

You were shocked. What did this mean? Did Chan decide to turn his back on his father?

“Yes. I don’t want to get the media involved. At least for now. But I want to solve this. With you, Y/N. Because I know you have a lot of information about my father already and with my help, we can maybe find a way into his office and find more evidence.” Chan looked at you with determination in his eyes.

Right at that moment, you wanted to bring up the article and your job. But you couldn’t. Chan wanted justice for everyone his father hurt including your family. He wanted to do the right thing. If you brought up that you were journalist who wanted to publicly destroy his family, he would probably never talk to you again. Right now, however, you didn’t care about your job or the article. You found someone who was willing to help you and who cared about you.

You were questioning if you should even write that article. Minho would probably still let you write it because he knew how interested you were at writing the frontpage article. But for now, with the help of Chan, you could finally find out the truth behind Kevin Bang and his illegal businesses.

“You aren’t mad at me anymore?”, you said with a worried look on your face.

Chan sighed. “I was mad that you lied to me. But I understand why you did what you did. You were in a tough position and I honestly acted like huge dick yesterday.”

“No. I should have told you. So… everything is fine?”, you asked him for assurance.

Chan nodded. “Yes, Y/N. I am not mad at you, I am mad at my father. That is why I want to work with you on this. So, are we doing this? Like detective partners?”, Chan asked, once again squeezing your hand as if he was saying that everything is going to be alright.

“Like detective partners. Let’s do this.”, you nodded at him with a smile on your face.

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psychobhyun · 5 years

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B U R N A G A I N

Foreword: You live under the same roof like your boyfriend. You sleep on the same bed like your boyfriend. But you’re starting to think the love just isn’t there anymore. Will this be the end?

Warnings: cunnilingus, dirty talk, spanking

Genre: smut, angst

It was another boring day you had to survive through, counting seconds with your fingers, waiting for the moon to light up the dark sky and let you fall asleep. Your right hand was holding your paintbrush, the other holding a palette, eyes concentrated on the selection of colors you have created. You were painting a tree that had a view of a pond, but not just a regular tree though. It held many memories in every leaf it grew over the past few years. You smiled silently to yourself, not really bothering of reminiscing the past. It held beautiful yet painful memories, but you know it will always have a special place in your heart.

You straighten your hair that fell above your chest, landing softly against your decolletage. He has always loved your hair, always bothering you when you paint when you first got in a relationship. He would twist it with his fingers, tugging it loosely until you turn your head around to give him a little peck on his lips. His lips. It always took your breath away. It was tiny, plump and always so moist. He likes to bite his lips, which you found really frustrating. He was always such a tease about it, taking his bottom lip gently, only to leave you hanging there when you lean your body closer to him.

Your left hand placed your palette on the grass bring it up to graze the salty tears that were threatening to fall. You missed him. You missed your boyfriend who would always be home to greet you when he gets home. Your boyfriend that would always kiss your temples whenever you show him your latest work of art, and the one that would cook you really good dinner when you don’t feel like cooking. But most of all, you missed his touches. The way he’d worship your body, how he makes your tongue roll out so many filthy words. And the way he makes you pant. You’ve missed that.

Now you were only left alone with a canvas and paints to accompany you at home. He was hardly at home, either arriving at the door at 2 am in the morning, and always leaving home when you haven’t even bothered to cook breakfast. He always told you it was work, but you knew there was someone else. He always smells like someone else you didn’t know. It was not gonna be long until you’re going to break up with him. It’s about time. It’s been months since you’ve been too lonely. Always you and your tears.

That’s when you felt a trickle of water against your tears stained cheeks. It was raining. You grabbed your transparent umbrella and opened it, trying to protect your canvas that was half done and your painting supplies. Your pink pale dress got wet a bit but you didn’t care. You were going to undress yourself the first thing you get home and have a nice warm bath. It’s not like anyone is going to see you naked. You tied your hair in a little low bun and started walking towards your - you and your boyfriend’s shared home.

You kicked the puddles formed by the rain and the dents on the road. Giggling like a child, you got closer to your home and notice a car pulling over in front of your house. A familiar honk surprises you. That’s your boyfriend’s car. You’re not ready to meet him. It’s been so long since you’ve even met each other faces. Let alone talk. It will be very awkward, so you consider yourself sleeping in the guest room tonight.

Your boyfriend steps out of his car, hair pushed back sexily, the way you loved it. He was in a crisp white shirt, slightly wet but he rolled his sleeves up. Again, just the way you loved it. Swallowing your inner cowardness, you walk up the stairs to open the door since he never brings the spare.

You felt your boyfriend’s stare at you. He was probably eyeing you up and down. You tried to hold in your disgust until you open the door. So much for your plan to take a bath immediately. But when you glance back at your boyfriend, he was nowhere to be found. Probably already in the bedroom. Not bothering to check, you advance to the bathroom and take everything off slowly. Turning the hot water on, you step inside the shower and watch as the glasses start to fog up. Sighing, you pump some of your apple scented liquid soap. Humming to a tune, you start massaging your not so tired shoulders.

Suddenly you remember how your boyfriend used to rub your back with his giant hands. And now, you were trying to do the same thing. You tried to reach the angles where he could reach, but you realize it will never happen. He was so big compared to you, a good 30 cm difference. He was a giant and you have always looked like his niece. Your eyes blink on the wet floor, hugging your little body close to yourself. You missed your boyfriend so much.

“Let me do it for you,” a deep voice resonated against your body. You shuddered immediately. Your feelings may fade away, but the way your body reacts to him will never ever change. His hand lands against your spine and goosebumps arise on your skin. You were already panting and he hasn’t even done anything but place his hand on you. “Baby?” He calls. You weren’t reacting and he was worried. “Don’t call me that, it feels weird,” you answered. His eyebrow arched in curiosity. You’ve never complained about him calling you baby, but he realized why you were so tense. Exhaling hotly, he takes the soap container and pumps some in his hand, rubbing it first before touching you slightly, careful not to hurt you.

“Is it okay. I-if I do this?” He questions, still hesitant. You rolled your eyes at his cautious attitude. “Y-yeah.” Great. You sound like a couple that has only seen each other naked bodies for the first time, so hormonal toned. But you liked it. It was like you were rewinding back to 2 years ago when you both still had a passionate relationship. He rubs the soap to your back, occasionally touching your side boob, you trying to hold your moan. You were getting sleepy, eyes heavy from how good your boyfriend was massaging you. “Can you.. like.. turn around?” He requests. Fuck, bad timing. You were panting so much and you probably looked so turned on right now.

“Are you okay?” He asks in a caring manner. You turned around, looking at him in the face. His brows were furrowed, lips forming a frown and eyes looking like a puppy that just got hit. And that bottom lip that is so tempting to bite. You told yourself you were strong and Chanyeol doesn’t mean anything to you anymore but as soon as you saw his eyes that radiated warmth your walls came tumbling down on your knees. You loved him and you wanted him. You wanted to be one with him again, just like the old days.

“Chanyeol-ah,” you gasped high pitched as your right hand made its way to his dark hair, messing the sides of it. Your fingers grasped his scalp as he hisses to your neck, suddenly close to your body after so many months. “Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he started, kissing on top of your breasts, immediately loving the way your back arches so much against him. He smirks, completely satisfied with your reactions. Frantically, you pull his head and your lips crash to a heated make-out session against the bathroom wall, bodies tangled against each other.

“Where the fuck was you when I needed you? Tell me!” You screamed at his face before pulling his bottom lip with yours, making him groan. He lifts your body so you’re in a sitting position on his lap, his hard-on pressing against your ass. Chanyeol laughed when he tasted his own blood, meaning your bite had made him bleed. “Answer me, jerk!” You emphasized the curse word knowing he can get annoyed easily when people look down on him. He just shook his head and grasp your hand, bringing it closer to his cock. You screeched silently when you came in contact with his dick. You didn’t remember he was this big, holy shit.

“Jerk me off, I’m tired and I just got home from work and you have to be a whiny little bitch,” He answers. You wanted to destroy him right then and there but his hands had started fondling your breasts, a cue for you to start moving your hands up and down his raging boner. His tip was an angry red, a sign he was nearing his orgasm. His mouth found your nipples, biting it softly not to hurt you but still a hint of pain radiated through your chest area. You moaned, arching your back even more against the bathroom wall, your breasts pressed against the tiles and pussy wet not from the shower, but from your asshole boyfriend.

“Did your boobs get bigger, it hardly fits my hand anymore and you know I have big hands, baby girl.” You closed your eyes trying to resist the pleasure Chanyeol was giving you. You felt something against your forehead and when you opened your eyes, it was Chanyeol. His breath fanned your lips, and you almost couldn’t resist the urge to kiss the hell out of him again. “Look at me,” he says in a more composed nature. You moaned louder when he pinches your nipples. “I said, I fucking look at me!” He barked.

“Tonight you’re going to get the best orgasm you’ve had in your life, courtesy to me.” He said. You pouted, not liking the idea. Usually, Chanyeol would go roughly because he knows it gets you off the most. He pulled you once more so your chest was against his and you gasped when his hand holds your jaw dominantly, making you look straight into his eyes. “You’re going to enjoy this, babe."

He grabs your thighs as a signal you should jump to his arms and wrap your arms around his waist, and you did it. You tried to kiss him once more but he turned his face away, denying every plea. He was looking at your body instead, eyeing you up and down like prey. Maybe you are, you thought. Chanyeol is the predator and I’m his prey. He reaches the bedroom door and locks it before throwing you on the bed, making the duvet slightly wet. You watch him as he goes to his drawer, retrieving a black tie, contrast to your white bed sheets. You knew where this was heading.

"Arms up, baby girl.” He commands, rubbing your thighs in the process making jolts of electricity run up your body. He proceeds to tie your hand on the bedpost, the grip of the fabric was strong, but not too tight that you can’t handle it. What a gentleman your Chanyeol was. “Where do you like me to start? Tonight is all about you, baby. Only you.” You licked your lips, not knowing where to start. You started with the simplest. “Kiss me, then.” He smiles genuinely before dipping his body on the bed, body hanging sideways as he holds your face with his gigantic hands, kissing you gently.

His tongue swipes your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly, granting access to his wet tongue. Your tongues battled with his, although you knew he was gonna win anyways. He plays with the hair behind your ears and he pulls back, a string of saliva connecting you. You didn’t realize your body isn’t even on the bed anymore, but it was as if it was trying to reach Chanyeol once again.

“I have always liked your body,” He starts, hands dangerously close to your breasts once again. His face was so near your stomach area, sometimes looking at your womanhood. He licks a trail of wet kisses on your thigh area, his right hand locking your right leg so you will not close your legs suddenly. “I’m going to eat you out now,” he announced like it was his first time. You trembled when you could feel him staring at your core. His tongue was magic and Chanyeol knew that. The thing that frustrates you was you always have your hands on his hair when he eats you out but the restraint around your hands right now is preventing you from doing that so you know you will probably buck your hips against his face a lot and he usually doesn’t like that.

“Spread your legs."

"Don’t move or I’ll turn you around and spank you.”

Blowing a teasing wind against your core, Chanyeol’s eyes locked with yours before he goes down to business. His lips found your clit, gently tugging on it and you resist the urge to move your hips in a circle to get your much-needed friction and release. His tongue laps up your spilling juices, your thighs shivering with immense pleasure. It has been so long since anyone has touched you and Chanyeol, the only one who could ever make you feel like this is eating you out. “Oh God, C-Chanyeol, fuck!” You moaned as the first finger joined his tongue to pleasure you. His long finger curved to rub your G-spot slightly, giving you the hiccups from so many short breaths. He pushes it in and out slowly, teasing you without mercy. “M-more, please,” you begged. Chanyeol smiled against your wet womanhood, pulling out his fingers and lick it momentarily, making it wetter before pushing three fingers inside you.

Your toes curl as you dig your hands in your bed sheets after he released your arms, Chanyeol not even slowing down with his fingers nor tongue. You were about to come when he stops his administrations and stare at you from between your legs. “Fuck, you smell so good baby,” he whispered darkly before climbing up the bed, his full naked glory in front of you. Your pussy throbbed, you wanted him and he wanted you. No matter how much you hate him, you will never ever reject him when it comes to having sex. He was amazing and he was always smug about it. He knows he’s the only one that can make you moan, make you come so many times but is still up for it because he’s too damn good. “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me Chanyeol. I’ve waited too long for this shit."

Chanyeol once again raises his left eyebrow, not pleased with the way you used your language. He clicks his tongue in disapproval flipping your body around so your boobs were rubbing against the bedsheets and love juices dripping down on the bed. It was filthy but it turned you on so fucking much. You love this side of Chanyeol. "Guess I’ll have to spank you for not minding your language, baby girl.” You groaned, and it only boosted his ego. “Count for me, will ya?” You rolled your eyes, anticipating your first slap but you only felt a tender hand cupping your buttcheek, rubbing soothing circles on it. He’s doing this on purpose, you thought. Not a second more and he’ll spank yo- “FUCK!” Calloused fingers made a painful contact to your butt and a beautiful red color blossomed on it. Chanyeol smiles in satisfaction. “I said count, you bitch."

"O-One,” you said. He licks his lips and repeats the same procedure. By the time you have counted to 8, your eyes were clouded with fresh tears and choking sobs. Chanyeol finally let go of your weary body, giant hands roaming around your petite body. He admired his works first. The hickeys he left in between slaps, his handprint on your cute little ass, and the way you used your right hand to cover half of your face. You were shaking, but you wanted this so much. Chanyeol’s handheld your wrist before pinning your hands on top of your head. He smiles at you. Almost like he’s giggling, all perfect row of teeth on display. It was dorky, and you suddenly felt young again. This was what you love about your relationship with him. He makes you feel like you could do things with him for hours.

“I fucking love you, you know that yeah?” He whispered against your earlobe after leaning in close. You nodded weakly, too much lust clouding your head. “Chanyeol, please make love to me, I missed you.” He watches you once more, your chest taking short pants, your boobs littered with purple bruises he left, thighs full of scratch marks because he had to hold you down for moving too much. “Okay, baby,” he finally complies.

You study his expression for a while, a bit hesitation evident in his orbs, but there were passion and love burning inside it too. Spitting on his dick to make it wet again, he jerks himself off before lining his dick in front of your entrance. “You ready, baby girl?” He hissed when you pulled his black hair again. “I was fucking ready right when you starting rubbing soap on my back you idiot, now fuck me hard!” He chuckles before pushing in a slow rhythm, watching your pleasured face. You felt so stretched by his girth although it wasn’t your first time, it has been so long. He kisses you again, tongue and teeth with so much spit exchange, but it actually helps him lessen your pain. He thrusts up swiftly into you, already hitting your spot in an inhuman speed. “Fuck, Chanyeol right there!"

"Does this feel good?” He questions, eyes strained on your boobs that were bouncing against his chest. “Does my cock make you feel full?” Your hands held his big bicep which you had a little fetish of because he looks manly, but that’s not what matters right now. “It makes me feel so fucking full, Chanyeol,” you replied, wanting him to go faster with your dirty talk. He licks his lips briefly, throwing your body up once more and making you wrap your legs around his waist, hands on your buttcheeks. He takes you off of the bed, kicking the door open, making his way to a different place you didn’t even bother of finding out, he kept thrusting into you, in a great speed, and it always manages to hit that bundle of nerves. That’s when your skin touches a cold tile, and you know what he had been thinking all this time.

“While we’re at it, let’s try what I’ve always wanted to do,” he starts, pulling your bottom lip with his teeth. “Kitchen sex.” Before you could protest of how cold it is in there, he already has his right hand around your throat, pushing your face against the freezing kitchen table. He blocks your lungs from inhaling, kicking your other senses up. Now you could feel your nipples hardening even more because of the temperature, you could feel his cock rubbing the inside of your walls, and how good he fucking smells right now. Out of breath, you gripped his right hand so he can let you breathe, another dark chuckle following him. “You looked so helpless like that, I fucking love it.” He flips you over once again, throwing your leg on his shoulder so he could get the angle he wanted.

“Are you gonna come, beautiful?” You meekly nodded at him, clenching your womanhood against his dick repeatedly. You were aching to come and it would be so nice if he would just let you. Then you felt his thumb giving pressure against your clit, trying to fasten your orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chanted profanities to form sentences. “Open your eyes, let me watch your face as you come,” he commanded strictly. You opened your eyes slightly, greeted by the face of the god’s above. He had sweat covering his face, lips forming an O and eyes shut close. And yet, he still looked like a fucking angel. “I’m close Chanyeol, fuck-"

"Come for me.”

Like a command, you reached your peak so hardly, trembling in the process. Your eyes saw stars, knuckles turning white. A possessive hand on your back pulls you up, making your chest rub with his. His mouth pants into yours as you moaned his name repeatedly. Out of breath, you both stayed like this until Chanyeol let you go from tiredness. You look to the side and saw his face. The face you fell in love with.

You studied his features. His eyes, his button like nose which you adored so much because it turns slightly pink whenever he’s tired, his lips that you can’t even explain how much you love it, his ears which he got teased a lot when he was small. But you appreciated every single thing about him. Now you realized no matter how much your head tells you to stop loving him, your heart will always say the opposite.

“I love you,” he whispered. You giggled as your climbed on top of him again. “I love you too,” you replied back. He smiled into the kiss you initiated a second ago, stopping for a second to say, “Please be my everything. I can’t live without you. This man is nothing without you. Make me the happiest man alive. With you, I feel whole, complete. You’re the missing puzzle. It has always been you.”

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