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sunshinecherry · 5 months

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hyunsvngbinimas !

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

warnings: hot tub sex, thigh riding, unprotected sex, daddy kink, you’re horny as hell for chan tbh (real)

you're not fully even out of the car yet before you’re playfully arguing with chan over who’s going to take your suitcase inside. it’s always like this, and you huff and puff when chan snatches the handle from you before rolling it to the door of the quaint little log cabin you’re staying in.

he looks like a goober, standing at the door with his arms and hands full, bags strapped around his shoulders and fiddling with the keypad to get inside. if chan could balance things on his head you’d swear he would have something up there too.

“here, budge over a little, ya big nerd.”

chan only grumbles a little bit and dutifully shuffles to the side while you enter the door code on the keypad to finally get inside. it takes you two tries, but that’s only because your hands are so cold you can barely feel them.

you swing the door open and hold it for him so he can step inside first since he’s carrying all of your stuff, and chan groans loudly when he steps through the doorway and into the cute little living area.

“you do that any louder the neighbors are gonna think a yeti’s up here,” you laugh, and chan giggles back.

the little log cabin you’re staying in for the next couple of days is filled with the sounds of laughter and chit chat while you and chan make yourselves at home. you stopped by a local grocery store before you got here for some food and other essentials, and when you bend down to put some of the food in the fridge, chan scooches behind you with a pat to your ass to make his way back to the door.

you shiver when the cold air from outside hits your skin, but chan comes back inside soon enough with an armful of wood to stack in the fireplace. you’re immediately struck with the thought of chan chopping wood outside, shirtless maybe… sweaty and glistening in the sun. in an ideal world, you’d sit in the rocking chair on the porch with a cup of coffee and a book while he works, reading the same page over and over again because you can’t focus on anything but your handsome man putting in work in the front yard. maybe when he’s done he’d join you on the porch, and you could unbutton his pants, pull them down, touch him where he’s hot and heavy and…

“tired, baby?” chan asks, and he pinches your earlobe softly between his thumb and pointer finger. you blink your eyes rapidly to dispel the image from your mind and see chan standing in front of you with furrowed brows. “i’ve got the fire going. you wanna lay down and take a nap?”

“oh shit, sorry! i’m okay, just- happy to be here with you, is all.”

chan pulls you in and kisses your cheek, your forehead. “me too, baby. and hey! this year it’s actually kinda close to christmas, yeah? that’s- haha, that’s basically a first.”

he’s right. ever since you started dating, this has been your thing at christmas. one really thoughtful gift and a trip. to wherever really. chan’s schedule is always hectic and busy and liable to change at a moment’s notice, so an actual december trip really is a first. last year, you took your christmas trip in august. beggars can’t be choosers, and the most important part of your little annual trip is spending time together anyways.

before doing anything else, you and chan make your way around the cabin to acquaint yourselves with each of the rooms. you’ve been in the kitchen. the living area, the bathroom, the bedroom…

it’s a nice sized room despite how small the cabin is, and you’re already picturing all the ways chan can take you in it. the frame of the bed is thick and wooden, perfect for chan to hold onto while he fucks you into the mattress. there’s a nice, rustic lamp on the wooden nightstand by the bed. you want to fuck so hard, so animalistically that one of you knocks the lamp off. chan could take you on the floor, on top of the dresser, in the little leather chair in the corner…

“hey you,” chan coos, catching your attention once again when he hugs you from behind. “whatcha thinkin’ about?”

sex. sex sex sex, sweaty, hot, boyfriend sex.

“just- can’t believe we’re finally here! i think we both need this, you know?”

“yeah, for sure. it’ll be nice! i can finally wine and dine you a little out here, haha, you know, since we don’t really get to.”

wine and dine you he does!

dinner is nice. it always is when you and chan cook together. you tried to tell him it was too cold outside to grill, but he just shook his head and smiled, and you knew you had lost this round. at the table, you sit across from him and trap one of his ankles between your own while you eat and talk. you both talk with your hands, so busy catching up on what all you’ve missed, and chan ends up pink-cheeked from laughter by the time you’re both finished eating.

he’s leaned back in the chair with his hands behind his head, and you’re willing to bet he knows what you’re thinking. your boyfriend is an idiot, wearing a muscle shirt in the middle of winter like this. one of those stupid fucking shirts he’s cut so far down the sides you could see his abs if you looked a certain way. you want to sink to your knees under the table and lift his shirt, kiss your way down his stomach to the bulge of his cock. you’ve been good, surely he’d let you put him in your mouth…

“hellooo? you good?” chan asks, moving his head like a chicken so that he’s in your direct line of sight. he smooths the sides of his beanie down with his veiny hands. “you keep- i dunno. zoning out, or something.”

“yeah! yeah, ‘m fine. what were you saying?”

“i was just saying after we’ve rested a bit we should check out the hot tub outside. could be fun!”

“you didn’t tell me there was a hot tub here!” you sit up straight in your chair and gasp. you didn’t bring a bathing suit. why would you? it’s freezing cold.

“you didn’t ask!”

“baby, look at the stars,” chan breathes. his head is thrown back so he can look at the sky, but the only thing you’re focused on is the beautiful man in front of you. the beautiful, half-naked man in front of you.

“i see the stars,” you respond, and he hums. you do see the stars. the star. right in front of you. he might as well be with how bright your boy shines.

“aren’t they beautiful?” he looks wistful, chin now propped up on an open palm.

“yes, channie. so beautiful,” you respond again. you’re just waiting for him to look at you. he must hear the grin in your voice because he does look, and he rolls his eyes fondly when he finally catches you staring at him.

“oh, you- ahh, haha- oh, come on! don’t- don’t start with me!” he points a finger at you and grabs your ankle under the water, and chan laughs when you squeal. you’re sitting across from him, but you don’t want to spend another moment away from him when you could be seated beside him. or in his lap.

so you decide to do just that, wading the short distance across the hot tub to make yourself at home in chan’s lap. his hands immediately find your waist and wrap themselves around your back under your t-shirt.

yes, your t-shirt. one of your big, white sleep shirts that you were going to wear to bed tonight. chan’s not faring much better honestly; he’s in his boxers, but he doesn’t seem to mind that at all.

“you look a little too smug for someone who conveniently forgot to bring our bathing suits,” you accuse, wrapping your arms around his neck and propping them on the lip of the hot tub. they don’t stay that way long because it’s so cold outside, the water quickly cools on your skin due to the chill of the air. you duck your hands under the water again and rest them on his chest this time.

“well i- see, i swear i forgot. swear! i really, really forgot.” chan’s deft hands move to your ass and squeeze. “you’re not… complaining though, yeah? i mean. we could always go back inside, change into something warm, watch some tv…”

you don’t even let him finish his sentence before you’re kissing him hard, hands braving the chill of their air above the water again so you can curl your fingers in his damp hair. chan grins against your lips and squeezes you close to him.

you’d be embarrassed by how quickly everything gets to you, but you know chan loves you needy. needs you needy, really, so you’re not too worried about it. the feeling of his silky tongue against yours, the way his hands roam up and down your back and squeeze every now and then, hell, even the gentle splashing of the water from where you’re moving together gets you going.

“chan. d- chan, daddy,” you breathe, and he grunts. “fuck me right here. under the stars. don’t wanna go inside yet.”

“yeah, baby? i’ll fuck you in here if you want it.”

want it is a bit of an understatement. you’d argue that you need it, but you’re sure you’ll be begging and hanging off his cock sooner or later. hopefully sooner.

“here, lift up for me. there you go, gonna take these off for you.” your panties. he does just that, sliding the soaked material down your legs and tossing them to the outside of the hot tub where they land with a wet plop.

“what about this?” you whisper. holding his hands where they fondle at the hem of your shirt under the water.

he doesn’t answer you, settling instead on cupping under your ass and sitting you up so you’re raised on your knees. you shiver now that your torso is out of the water, and you can feel your nipples harden immediately. the fabric of your sopping wet shirt clings to your body, baring all your curves and angles to the man underneath you.

“fucking shit,” chan mutters. his hands slide from your ass to the peaks of your chest. he pushes them together and jiggles them in his hands, thumbing your hard nipples and making your back arch into him. “baby, oh my gosh. these tits.”

you whine. that’s all you’re capable of doing when chan touches you like this. your wet shirt sticks to your body uncomfortably, but chan is so busy finally touching you that you couldn’t care less. one of his hands slides slowly over the swell of your breast and up to your neck, not choking, just gently holding and bringing you back to his plush lips for a deep, messy kiss.

chan is everything. he’s everything, and the way he sucks on your tongue has you grinding against his thick thigh under the water. he’d kiss you forever if he could, but it seems like chan is more interested in seeing you cum for him. his hand remains on your neck, but he uses his grip to guide you so your back is arched and your head is thrown back. his other hand presses on the arch of your back, then grips one of your hips to help you grind on his muscular thigh.

“‘til you cum. that’s it, keep goin’ ‘til you cum. that’s it sweetheart. use- shit, use dadd- use daddy like that.”

your back’s bowed almost painfully at this point, and your hips burn from how hard it is to grind like this under the water, but you couldn’t stop if you tried. you’ve got the water splashing so loud it sounds like you and chan might as well be in a swimming pool.

“daddy, i-! i can cum? going to- i’m gonna, oh please!”

“want you to baby, come on. want my dick after? cum, baby, lemme see you do it.” you’ll always give chan what he wants, so of course you cum for him. you shiver and shake apart in his lap, only held together by chan’s capable and loving hands.

he pulls you forward again by the neck and plants his face between your wet t-shirt covered breasts like he’s overwhelmed with the view of you on top of him and cumming.

you give him one last shudder and bring a hand to his lap, palming over the thick bulge in his underwear before pulling his cock through the front of them. you stroke him for a moment, and chan inhales heavily against your chest. you snort out a laugh and scratch at his scalp when the water from your shirt clogs his nose and makes him cough.

“did you just waterboard yourself?”

“a- a little, yeah,” he laughs back, coughing one more time and gripping your hips to help you guide yourself down on his dick. it’s always easy. chan gets you so wet and relaxed that he slides in with practiced ease.

nothing could ever fill you up the way chan does. he’s perfect for you, and you tell him that every day. he deserves to hear it.

“daddy feels so good in this pussy,” you whimper, clutching onto the damp, curled hair at the nape of his neck for dear life. “gonna make his pussy cum again.”

“yeah? ‘s my pussy, huh?” he knows it is, he just can never get enough of hearing you say it.

“yeah. yeah, it’s daddy’s pussy. channie’s.”

he fucks you like it’s his. he’s pulled close to him, your arms curled sweetly in between your chests because it’s too cold for them above the water. you move together as best you can under the weight of the water, and if chan’s struggling you’d never be able to tell. he rocks you against him as he grinds his hips up into you; his cock kisses all the right spots inside.

the combination of the hot water and exertion has turned him pink though. his cheeks, his sinewy neck, his thick chest, all flushed pink and sticky with sweat and the heat of the hot tub. your mouth waters. he’s grinding up so hard into you that his pecs bounce with the force of it.

“wanna fucking- get you in bed, baby. fuck you right, shit,” chan pants into the equally clammy skin of your neck. you know exactly what you’ll be doing when you get inside, and you already want it. you want him all the time. “cum for me one more time and i’ll lay you down in bed, yeah?”

chan’s dexterous fingers make their way to your clit as he focuses on making you cum. it doesn’t take long, and you’re still so sensitive from your orgasm earlier. nothing ever takes long anyways when chan puts his mind to something.

“c-cumming, daddy, cumming!” he knows you are, feels your little pussy hugging him tight and pulsing. chan follows behind you, despite how much he wanted to hold off until he got you inside and laid you down. he just can’t help himself when he feels you cum on him. now he’s one step closer to getting you inside.

you stay curled together like that for a few moments before the heat of the water really catches up to you. you’re practically stuck together and in more ways that one. you unglue yourself from chan’s chest and pull off his cock, stretching your legs under the water while chan leans his head back against the lip of the tub to look at the sky again.

“chan,” you say.

“that was kinda fun, right? i mean, i definitely-”

“chan, did you bring the towels out here?”

“i thought you did!”

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