#dino imagine | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sanakiras · 4 months

Text

TREAT YOU BETTER

PAIRING — lee chan x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 3.7k

SYNOPSIS — your boyfriend of five months has been treating you like hell, and one of your closest friends, lee chan, refuses to let it go on any longer, taking matters into his own hands.

TAGS — college au, best friends to lovers, cheating, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, mentions of reader struggling with low self-esteem, cheesy stuff, yes i did come up with this after accidentally listening to treat you better by shawn mendes, this didn’t turn out as good i hoped it would but oh well!

NOTE — first fic here. he looks so good in the wait m/v so i wanted to write something for him :D my beloved

the slam of the door behind you rings through your ears. you try to wipe your cheeks dry, hoping you don’t look like the tearful mess you are.

your voice feels raw from yelling for the past hour or so. it’s been going like this for the past two months at least twice a week, and you’re exhausted because of it.

as the rain pours, you notice the familiar car driving towards you, bright lights feeling heavy on your eyes. you open the door without hesitation to let yourself sink into the passenger’s seat, taking a few deep breaths, all without looking at the driver.

but the quiet sobs escaping you are enough to give it away.

chan has his one arm leaning on top of the steering wheel, the other gently touching your shoulder to make you look at him, but you refuse.

“i’m fine,” you stutter out, sniffing from the cold, “really.”

of course you’re not fine. both of you are more than aware of the toxicity of the situation. you getting into arguments with your boyfriend several times a week, resulting in you calling chan and staying over at his apartment for a night, only to hear you make it up to the guy the next day when you weren’t even in the wrong to begin with.

“we have a different definition of that, then.”

“it was just an argument. we’ll work it out in a couple hours.”

“it’s not normal.” he says, trying to get it through your thick skull without raising his voice. “it’s not normal, baby.”

you sniff, trying to somehow get rid of the pain beating against your forehead. “he can be so mean, and then… then he’s so sweet again.”

chan wants to rip his hair out of his head. five fucking months of this have passed at this point, and he doesn’t know how much more of it he can take. he’s not sure how to handle the situation the right way, either.

he’s been in love with you for years. years. since sophomore year in high school. it was never his intention to fall in love with you, nor did he think he would, but he did, and god did he fall hard. embarrassingly hard.

nevertheless, he was always too afraid to make a move. too afraid that you’d reject him and he’d be out of your life forever like he was never there in the first place.

but he’s grown up now. third year of university, twenty-two years old, longer hair, a leather jacket and a solid bunch of experiences. some great, some he’d rather forget.

and so five months ago, he’d finally mustered the courage. he was finally going to own up to his feelings and tell you the truth.

only for you to excitedly come up to him, telling him you’re seeing this guy. and it made his heart sink in his chest, but he pushed his feelings to the side for your happiness.

or so he tried.

your boyfriend treats you like shit. he was sweet in the beginning — they always are.

then the cracks in the façade started to show.

it’s not that you don’t see it. you do — but it’s difficult to leave when someone knows just how to keep you where they want you. every time you tell yourself you’re gonna break up with him, he sweet-talks you and says things can be fixed, and that going through a rough patch is normal.

but chan knows better.

he just needs you to know better as well.

it breaks his heart to see his favorite person let herself get hurt like this. he becomes a little more torn with every sob leaving your body, every tear spilling from your eyes.

he gently puts the buds of his fingertips on your chin and jaw, slowly turning your face to him so he can look you in the eye.

the tears are still quietly running down your cheeks, your face numb, now devoid of any emotion, ashamed to have him see you in this state.

“you’re killing yourself like this.” he whispers, voice laced with concern. “he’ll never make you happy.”

you sniff from your breakdown. “maybe it’s me. maybe i just need to stop giving him such a hard time—”

“don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”

“please, chan, just… just go and get me somewhere else. all i need is some breathing space — please.” you beg him.

he wants to scream, wants to tell you to break up with him for good, wants to walk into that damn house and do it himself — but he can’t.

instead, he obliges, driving you to his place.

his cozy one-person apartment feels like the best place in the world to you — the one place where you can get away from everything else.

you watch chan as he locks the door behind him, then leaning against it for a moment as he watches you sit on the armrest of the soft chair. “you okay? want some tea?”

the corners of your lips curl up at the suggestion. he knows you awfully well. “that’d be great.”

his lashes flutter before he nods, kicking his shoes off by the door.

once he’s busy in the kitchen, you bite your lip as you recall the way he softly talked to you in the car, eyes trailing past the curves of his arms and the sharpness of his jawline.

he’s dated more than you have. not much in high school, but definitely during the past three years he’s spent at college. though it doesn’t surprise you. he has such warmth to him, with the beautifully infectious sound of his laughter, that big smile and some of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

it wasn’t until recently you began to see him in a different light. whenever you saw him with a new girl, arm around her waist or over her shoulders, you secretly imagined yourself next to him more than once. you can’t believe you didn’t take notice of how handsome he was before.

but you’re too much of a coward to tread over that line of friendship, too much of a coward to see if maybe, just maybe, your feelings are requited.

“wanna stay here for a while?” he asks, hoping you’ll at least spend the night here before you go back to your boyfriend, as you’ve done countless times before.

“yeah. don’t feel like going back yet.” you smile, trying to somewhat make light of the situation.

“then don’t.”

you sigh at his response. “it’s not that easy.”

“why not?”

“because i don’t wanna throw something away the second things get hard.”

“there’s a difference between hard and unbearable. your case is the latter.”

feeling backed into a corner, even though he hardly means to do so, you turn the topic on him. “you’ve had some rough experiences with past girlfriends too and you stuck around.”

god. if only you knew he ended up leaving them because he never enjoyed being with them as much as he enjoyed being with you. “you’d be surprised.” he mutters under his breath, pouring two cups of tea, making yours exactly as he knows you like.

when you stay quiet, he tries to think of a way to get it through your head that you need to break up with your resident ass of a boyfriend.

“can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“what’s it going to take for you to leave him?”

the question makes you look up before using a tone that almost sounds like you’re scolding him. “chan.”

“i’m serious. he’s treating you like shit. you call me crying every week.”

“it’s just—”

“no, it’s not ‘just a tough time’. you know it isn’t.” he interrupts, jaw clenched tight but voice controlled. he will not yell at you like that piece of trash does. “he’s a controlling, manipulative asshole. it’s not gonna get better. if anything, he’ll just treat you worse in the future.”

“yeah, well, not all of us have people lined up.”

the words have left your mouth before you can comprehend it, leaving you to lower your head in regret. not that it’s any less true. to you, anyway.

“what, and i do?”

“don’t you?”

he’s not sure what baffles him more — you thinking that he’s got girls lined up to date him or you thinking that you don’t have anyone else out there that would be willing to date you.

“what’s this really about?” he sits down on the empty coffee table, facing you directly. “what does my dating life have to do with yours?”

“nothing — it doesn’t. i never said it did.”

“then why the comment about me having people lined up? which i don’t, by the way.”

the answer sits at the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to say it without looking away from him. “maybe not. but at least you won’t end up alone. i can’t say the same for myself.”

and there it is. the sole reason you’re still with the guy. your crippling fear of ending up alone, your heavy insecurity that makes you believe no one could possibly want you.

the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt — but he’d rather have you suffer through your first heartbreak than end up with someone who walks all over you like a doormat.

“please don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but if you think that low of yourself, you’re a little stupid.”

the comment makes you snort. “well, it’s certainly fitting.”

he wipes some of your half-dried tears away, his one hand remaining to cup your cheek, an alarmingly intimate gesture.

“aside from the fact that there’s nothing wrong or shameful about ending up alone... i need you to know that you’re worth it. you’re gorgeous and intelligent and—” he halts for a moment, in a way confessing his love for you, not caring how cheesy it sounds, “—you deserve everything you want. ‘cause you’re one in a million.”

fuck, has he always looked at you that lovingly?

his words catch you off-guard for a moment before you press your lips together. “as much as i think it’s sweet of you to say those things, you’re only saying them ‘cause you’re my friend.” you interrupt him, having made up your mind.

after which chan shakes his head, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “i’m saying it because it’s true. any guy would be lucky to have you in his life.”

“i don’t think ‘lucky’ is the term my boyfriend would use.”

“yeah, ‘cause he’s a fucking dick.” he immediately comments, adding the next part with a softer tone. “if you were with me, i sure as shit wouldn’t be acting like that.”

that last sentence catches your attention, and chan realizes what he just said, suddenly very aware he’s treading on thin ice now.

but it had to come out one way or another.

though you seem to be going along with his words, not showing any signs of being uncomfortable with it. “and who’s to say you wouldn’t break my heart?”

he sees the intrigue on your face and decides to lean in closer. “if i broke your heart, i’d be breaking mine as well.”

“i’m not convinced.” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear, and chan feels his heartbeat quicken.

every rational thought going through his mind is thrown out of the window the moment he catches you staring at his lips. it’s enough for him to put his hand on your lower cheek and smash his lips against yours.

he kisses you like he always imagined he would. perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but he’s waited too long for this moment to care.

and you’re kissing him back.

you both get hot from adrenaline and arousal. his hands roam down your hips, but when you start pulling on the collar of his jacket, he finally has it in him to break the kiss.

“are you sure you want this? i don’t want you to feel pressured—”

“i’ve wanted this for so long, chan. take it off, please.”

maybe he should pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. you’re underneath him, lips swollen, gazing at him like he’s your whole world and more.

he leans down again to pick you up, ensuring you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist so he can carry you to his bedroom.

once he lays you down on the soft bed, you watch him take off his jacket and throw his shirt over his head, leaving him with his chest bare, elastic waistband of his underwear visible.

he’s a dancer in his spare time, but you know he’s been hitting the gym recently as well, and it’s paying off, noticing his bigger biceps and toned abs.

then he chuckles from the way you’re observing him, and that smile — that beautifully big smile is what you fell in love with.

one of many things, really.

you remove your basic long-sleeved shirt, exposing your skin before him, enjoying the way he’s looking at the black bra you’re wearing underneath.

you’re seated at the edge of the bed, at eye-level with his chest, which you kiss softly.

he follows your actions like a hawk, unable to keep his eyes off you. he proceeds to move your hair behind your shoulder, his right hand finding your jaw when he kisses you again, lips trailing down to your neck and collarbone.

his touches are slow and sensual. at the end of the day, it’s your first time together, and you both notice the pressure and tension that comes with it.

you’re both aching to touch each other more already, but it feels so much better like this.

he gently pushes you to lay on your back, hovering over you to kiss down your chest and stomach, smoothly pulling down your skirt before his fingers hook onto the fabric of your lace underwear.

“what’d you want me to do, pretty girl?” he asks while getting rid of your panties, looking you in the eye as he does it.

the nickname makes you shiver. “you can do anything you wanna do.”

“wanna eat you out. bet i’m better at it than that motherfucker.”

“not hard to beat when he never does it at all.” you mumble to yourself, but he hears it.

“are you kidding? has he ever even made you cum?”

you just give him a deadpan stare that has a hint of embarrassment to it, which is enough for him to know the answer.

just being aware of how bad that fucker treats you makes him want to prove to you that he can make you feel so, so much better. and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

he wastes no time, spreading your legs so his tongue can get to work. you shiver at the feeling of his mouth on you, biting your lower lip to not squeal already from sensitivity.

“no. none of that. i wanna be able to hear every sound you make.” he says after taking your hand away from your mouth. “you can pull on my hair if you like.”

“do you like that?”

“yeah, i enjoy a bit of pain.”

that makes you giggle a bit. “you masochist.”

to which he responds with a gentle pinch to your skin. “keep it in mind for next time, baby.”

fuck — you definitely will.

your hands run through his soft black hair. you’ve locked your legs behind his head, hips bucking up a little every time he hits a spot that feels good, his warm breath and wetness of his mouth on your pussy turning you on like crazy.

chan is pretty sure he’s descending into heaven when he hears you moan his name for the first time. he doesn’t know how many times he’s fucked his fist imagining that sound.

so he adds a finger to the warm and wet mess between your legs, sliding in easily, biting his own lip as he watches your reaction to it. you’ve got your head thrown back, one hand fisting the sheets, the other still holding his locks.

then he moves to a second, and not much later he’s got three of his fingers pumping in and out of you, arching them a little to find the right spot, rubbing and sucking on your clit.

“does that feel good?” he asks, just a bit out of breath, which is nothing compared to the writhing mess that’s you. he keeps messing with the pace, edging you a little every time, making you go crazy.

“please, channie, please let me cum—”

“i will if you answer me, baby.”

you whine, nodding at him desperately. “feels s’good, so fucking good.”

“want me to go faster?”

“please. god—need you inside me so bad.”

even he can resist so much. you’re so good for him, so he increases the pace of his fingers, relishing in the way you start squirming underneath him, trying to push him away and pull him closer all the same.

then you pull on his hair almost violently, making him moan against your pussy as you hit your first climax in a long time.

and he doesn’t stop yet — only once he sees you’ve regained focus does he pull his fingers out of you, sucking on them to savor the taste right before kissing you again, your trembling body aching for him.

he only breaks the kiss to reach for the drawer in his nightstand, grabbing a condom out of it, getting off of you to push off the last pieces of clothing still on him. the realization of the fact that your best friend is about to fuck you after god knows how long finally begins to dawn on you, and it makes your heart beat that much harder.

once he’s slipped the condom on, you move your hands to his neck and shoulders, biting your lip when you feel him push your legs behind his waist.

you gasp when he bottoms out of you for the first time. his head is buried in the crook of your neck as he finds his rhythm, sucking at your sensitive skin, not giving a damn whether he leaves marks on someone that’s technically not even his.

yet.

“do you remember that time we went to senior prom together?” he asks breathily, not slowing down even a little bit. “you were wearing that pretty blue dress. god, i wanted to take you home that night more than anything.”

you remember that. it was just before you two graduated high school together — he looked so dashing in his suit. you’d even imagined kissing him underneath the basketball bleachers like some cliche rom-com.

“so why didn’t you?”

“was too much of a pussy to do it.”

you bring yourself to chuckle inbetween your moans. “that’s a shame. i would’ve let you.”

just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated turns him on. he lifts his head up a little, kissing the front of your neck, your jaw, your cheeks — everything, only halting for a moment when he fucks you just a little faster, watching the way your eyes roll back from pleasure.

your hands run over his strong back as he pushes in and out of you at a steady pace, your lip nearly bleeding from how hard you’re biting it.

he hisses and relishes in the burning feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“chan—god, harder, please—”

“i know, baby, i know, i got you.” he breathes out, changing up the position by hooking your legs over his shoulders.

it hits the exact right spot when he fucks you again, harder and deeper this time, your hands desperately clinging onto his skin, teeth sinking into your lower lip until they're nearly drawing blood.

beads of sweat roll down his muscular back. he feels you’re getting closer to hitting that release, so he moves one hand down to rub your clit again, aching to see you fall apart underneath him.

“fuck, ’s too much, channie—” you whine, throwing your head back in the pillow for a moment.

but he shakes his head, continuing, knowing you’re close. “you can do it, pretty girl. cum for me again. i wanna feel it.”

and he discovers that begging you works wonders, because it’s enough for you to come undone, clamping on his dick, making it feel so tight that he spills his own release into the condom mere seconds after.

with a layer of sweat on your foreheads, he feels how sensitive you are when he pulls out. he throws the condom in the trashcan, turning his face back to yours and kisses your lips more softly this time.

“how do you feel?”

“a little worn out.” you sigh, proceeding to show a smile. “but better.”

“good. how do you feel about taking a bath?”

“sounds nice.”

chan can’t help himself and leans in to kiss you again. he’s already getting awfully used to this, but one issue remains. “i wanna be with you. i meant everything i said tonight.”

the sentiment warms your heart. he’s always had that effect on you. “i know. i wanna be with you, too.”

he nods, happy with your words. “you go on ahead to the bathroom. i’ll clean things up here.”

“okay.” you tell him, pressing another kiss to his cheek before leaving the bedroom, feeling utterly lovesick.

he shares your feelings — it’s like he’s reliving that exciting feeling of seeing you the first few days after he realized he was in love with you.

there’s something that pulls him out of it, though. a certain vibrating sound. what is that? he thinks to himself.

and after looking around the room, he discovers it’s a phone receiving a call. your phone, to be exact, sitting in the back pocket of the jeans you discarded earlier.

the screen of your cellphone lights up, and he picks up the device, about to let you know someone’s calling — but his voice gets caught in his throat when he notices it’s the asshole who made you cry in the first place.

scoffing to himself, he taps the red button and declines the call.

thank you for reading. x

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

459 notes · View notes

mingtinys · 6 days

Text

" i would do anything for you "

pairing : lee chan x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : traffic violations ( for a good cause ! )

word count : 0.6 k

a/n : it's bittersweet posting this last part of the series :( i'm so sad for it to end cause i've had so much fun , but i couldn't be happier with how it turned out ! thank you to everyone that showed this series so much love and support <3 next up .... an nct series !!

Maybe you're just being paranoid. Perhaps the scratching at your back door wasn't some crazed killer messing with you before the inevitable. In fact, it's extremely likely you've simply stayed up too late and now your brain is playing tricks. But are you willing to take that chance? Absolutely not.

The fifth scratch comes and you're picking up the phone to dial the first person you can think of.

Chan reaches your home at a speed only possible by violating a few traffic laws. Armed with nothing but a broken broomstick and his dinosaur bedroom slippers. You're not even sure he's entirely awake. But he marches his way through your home and straight to the back door with conviction, advising you to stay back while he handles it.

He lowers his voice a few octaves as he speaks. "Whoever is out there, you better knock it off!" The scratching noise picks up. "I'll come out there!" Chan warns, though sounding a little unsure. Yet the scratching never ceases.

At this point, the genius thought to call the police finally enters your panicked brain. Something that probably should have been your first instinct. But it's too late, you can hear Chan thrusting the door open. "Alright, you asked for it– oh..."

When your savior returns, a fluffy orange creature in hand, you feel your face drain of all color. Your friend's cat. The one you were supposed to be sitting while they were away on a business trip. You'd forgotten you'd even let him outside to explore hours ago.

Chan points to the cat with a mock-serious look, "Is this guy bothering you, babe?"

Though severely embarrassed, you let out a sigh of relief. "I'm so sorry, Peanut," you coo at the cat, carefully taking him from your boyfriend's arms and carrying him over to his food, which you're certain is what he was scratching to get in for.

When you spin back around, Chan's arms are crossed over his chest, an expectant look on his face. "You know, usually the knight in shining armor gets a kiss for his bravery."

The playful tone in his voice alleviates some of the guilt you feel for calling him over at two a.m. to defend you from a killer cat. A gesture for which you're more than happy to reward with a kiss or two. And once he's claimed his prize, Chan happily gathers you in his arms. He rubs circles into your back, soothing any remaining anxiety in your muscles.

"I'm sorry you came all the way here for nothing," you mumble into his shoulder. "I guess I watched one too many crime shows and sort of panicked."

"You don't need to apologize. It's my job to be here whenever you need me." He pulls back and takes your face in his hands, holding your gaze with genuine eyes. "I would do anything for you."

That confession earns him a second kiss, causing him to break out in a dopey grin. "My hero," you tease, although he looks rather proud of himself for it.

"One question though?"

"What's that?"

"If you thought someone was trying to break in, why didn't you just call the police?"

Trust, Chan is over the moon to be the person you call in a time of need. But realistically, what was he supposed to do? Fight to the death with his bare hands and a broomstick to save you? He absolutely would... doesn't mean he'd win.

You pause. "I don't know, I guess I just panicked and thought of you first."

Chan is probably going to be riding that ego boost for the rest of his life.

taglist: @matchahyuck @dontwannaexsist @minnieminshi @myfavoritedelusion @armycarat2612

231 notes · View notes

seokgyuu · 10 months

Note

Hello beloved 💕 please give me best friend Dino who helps you get the attention of your crush (any member surprise me) and it results in a messy, hot threesome 😭😭 as rough and as mean as you can muster.

a/n: well, well nana... you kind of did this to yourself! but i'll gladly write this for you <3 love you, hope you like it my beloved! thank you @playmetheclassics for the banner ily <3

PAIRING: BestFriend!Richboy!Chan x Richgirl!Reader x TennisInstructor!Mingyu

GENRE: Smut (MDNI!)

WARNINGS: chan has dirty thoughts, fingering, finger sucking, bit of exhibitionism, once again chan and reader in an elevator, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, mean dom!chan, kinda mean dom!mingyu, degradation (usage of the words: slut, whore), pet names (baby, princess, good girl, baby girl), orgasm denial, tit job, cum eating, creampie

WORDCOUNT: 5.6k (woops)

Requests are open! Check out my 1k special!

Chan knows you incredibly well. He knows when you’re happy and when you’re sad. Knows when you like to be left alone or when you crave attention. That’s what being a best friend is all about, he thinks. He also thinks that you’re extremely oblivious to the huge amount of attraction he feels towards you. Because besides all those things he knows, there are more things he knows. It’s comical, really, how little you understand what effect you have on him, or anyone really. You don’t know that Chan dies a little every time you take off your clothes in front of him when you change into something comfier. You don’t know how many nights Chan had fought himself not to press himself against your backside when he slept over at your place - in your bed. Maybe it’s his own fault for not telling you, but Chan is content with where he is standing in your life and isn’t exactly keen on confessing he’d like to fuck you.

“You really think this looks fine?” Chan is sitting on one of the armchairs in the boutique you’re currently in trying on dozens of dresses for one of your Dad’s charity galas. The dress you have on now is off shoulder, long and gold and it fits you so perfectly Chan once again feels the need to drag you anywhere to just… he shifts in his seat.

“You look beautiful in every dress you’ve tried on before, Y/N. Just… pick one.”

“But I don’t know which one!” You turn around to face your best friend, pout on your lips and Chan sighs, closing the incredibly bland fashion magazine he had open on his lap.

“How about the most expensive one? I bet Daddy would be thrilled to see his little girl spend all his money on a dress again.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes at Chan and look back at the mirror. Maybe this is the one. It’s a bit extravagant, but after all you are the daughter of the host. Chewing on your bottom lip, head tilted to the side, you think about why you’re even trying so hard in the first place. You think of thick arms, of polo shirts that strain against said thick arms, you think of tennis shorts barely able to cover the thighs you would love to sit on or between.

“Earth to Y/N,” Chan frowns, “will you take this or not? Our lunch reservation is in fifteen minutes!”

Bringing your head back to its normal position, you sigh dramatically again, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Fine! I’ll get this one.” Hurrying back into the changing room, you don’t notice Chan’s eyes following you, don’t notice the little crack between the curtain, that is supposed to hide your body from stranger’s eyes, and the frame. You don’t notice the hunger in his eyes when he sees the dress slide down your body, nothing but your pink thong adjourning your silhouette.

Fuck. Chan licks his lips, not able to take his eyes off you. He doesn’t see much, just a bit of your right side and yet it is enough to get his blood stream down south. Ridiculous, he thinks, he is getting absolutely ridiculous. Finally averting his gaze, he gets up, wiping his sweaty hands off on his jeans and looks up when you come out, the dress hanging inside the changing room still as you wave over an employee that gladly takes it to the front with you.

“I’ll wait in the car.” Chan says now and you nod, giving him a smile as you follow the lady to the cashier, your Dad’s credit card already in your hand and ready to solve its main purpose: make you happy.

Lunch is uneventful, except for the fact you finally come clean about your crush on your Dad’s tennis instructor. Chan stares at you, his cute forehead in cute little frowns. Most about Chan is cute. Or at least it used to be. Ever since he started hitting the gym things have been different, but you had decided a long time ago that no dirty thoughts about your best friend were supposed to enter your head, ever.

“Wait, his tennis instructor? Jesus, Y/N, you know your dad would never ever let you date him.”

“That’s the fun in it!” You beam at him, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a sip.

“You’re unbelievable. And… and wait, he is coming to the charity event? How on earth did you get your father to invite him?”

“Oh, that was easy. I just told him it would be a fun idea to mix the crowds. You know, get all the instructors and managers from the club to the party, have them take place, feel as if they are actually a part of high society for once instead of just working for us. He was pleased by my innovative.”

Chan blinks at you, watches how you giggle and put your glass back down, how your tongue licks over your lips to catch some left-over ginger ale. He decided he really needs to get someone to fuck in the next few days or else he is going to explode.

“I can only repeat myself: You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you. Anyways, I’ll need you to help me out at the gala.”

Chan’s ears perk up at that and so do his eyebrows.

“My help? With what?”

And here comes the reason why you really told him about your crush.

“I need you to talk to him, About me. You know, just… play wingman. Tell him what a great girl I am, how much I do for charity, that I always keep up with the news, that I read a lot-,”

“So, you want me to lie to a man I’ve never met? Gotcha.”

You shoot him an angered look.

“No, I want you to… exaggerate the truth a little, that’s all.” You pick up a cherry tomato with your fork, while Chan shakes his head, laughing.

“I haven’t seen you pick up a book in years, not to mention the news? Please, do you even know there is a war going on?”

“Shut it.” You throw your napkin at him.

“I am serious, Chan. I want him. And you’re my best friend, so you’re gonna help me get him, isn’t that right?”

Something inside Chan shifts. He feels something like jealousy roam through him and another frown appears on his face. Jealousy? Since when did he feel jealous about you and any guy? He had watched you go home with tons of dudes before, had even seen you give head to one (it was involuntarily and not on purpose and to this day he hadn’t told you (it had also been the main point of many of his fantasies since then)), so why on earth was he feeling this way right now?

“Right. And what’s in it for me?”

“My love and affection?” You grin and Chan rolls his eyes, a small smirk still playing on his lips.

“Fine, I’ll help you,” he stops for a second, contemplating something in his head, his smirk turns bigger and his head tilts to the side, “I’ll help you under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” You lean back, attentive look on your face. Chan copies your movement. Then, his smirk turns smug.

“I’ll let you know at the night of the party. Alright?”

And because you would have never thought of what his condition turned out to be, you happily agreed.

The night of the gala comes sooner than anticipated. You find yourself in your golden gown at the front of the room on stage with your parents, you and your mother standing by your father’s side as he welcomes everyone to the event and thanks them for coming. You barely listen to him, eyes roaming the room for one special person - only to be greeted with something, or more, someone else.

Chan is standing at the back of the room, a glass of champagne in his hands. He looks absolutely incredible. Black tux fitting like a glove, a slim tie around his neck. There is a vest underneath his jacket, the white dress shirt seemingly glowing in the light of the room. His hair is blonde. It wasn’t blonde two days ago. Your mouth is dry and a traitorous throbbing is right there between your legs. To make matters worse, he is turning around to someone you hadn’t noticed before even though you had been looking for him.

Mingyu nods at something Chan says, his gelled back dark hair showing off his sculptured face. He was also wearing a black tux, definitely not as expensive as the one Chan was wearing, but definitely not less expensive looking. Your head is droning. How did Chan find Mingyu already? And how do they look so good together?

Meanwhile, Chan is talking to Mingyu. He had recognised him from a picture on the club’s website. Posing with your Dad, shaking his hand as he smiles into the camera. Chan knew right then that this guy was right up your alley.

“You’re friends with Mr.Y/L/N’s daughter?” Mingyu asks as he looks over at the stage where he spots you. His eyes are taking in your body in that dress, drinking in every single bit of you he can for as long as he can without it being obvious. Chan nods, a small grin on his face.

“Yes. We’ve been friends for years.” He confirms and Mingyu, even though he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you, looks back at him.

“I see. So you go to these things often?” The hand that is holding his glass is moving in a circle, as if to underline what he was talking about. Chan nodded, bringing his glass to his lips.

“Unfortunately, yeah. My parents are here somewhere too, they have been doing business with Y/N’s family for as long as I can remember.”

Mingyu nods again, following Chan’s movement and sipping from his glass as well. Then, his eyes fall back on you. You, who is standing next to your mother, your one hand holding your clutch beside your body and the other holding the glass of champagne that he is also currently drinking. He wonders if it would taste better from your lips.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Chan suddenly asks and Mingyu feels caught. Clearing his throat, he slowly looks at the man next to him.

“Well, yes.”

“I’m glad you think so. She actually has her eyes on you, you know.”

Mingyu thinks he heard wrong. His eyebrows shoot up.

“She has what now?”

“Her eyes on you. She’s the reason you’re here tonight. Made her Dad invite all the instructors and managers from the club, just so she could get a chance to see you here.”

Heat shoots through Mingyu, heat that is somewhat a mixture of flattery and embarrassment. He decided to focus on the former and lets a small grin spread on his lips.

“Is that right?”

“Yup.” Chan drinks again before falling into friendly applause like the rest of the room when your father ends his speech. He doesn’t think he even caught a single word of it aside from “Welcome everyone”.

“She wants to fuck you.”

Mingyu goes still at that, his hands freezing mid clap. Again, he lets his eyes settle on you and how you kiss your father on the cheek, how you then continue to walk down the steps of the stage. He can see the slit in your dress, the way your leg looks, the high heel accentuating it even more and making Mingyu lick his lips.

He couldn’t lie - whenever you came to the club to either visit your dad, take your own lessons (which he was still about not being able to take over) or to simply sit by the pool up top; Mingyu would always sneak looks at you. You definitely were on his mind more than you probably should’ve considering your Dad tipped him more than any other person he trained. But he couldn’t help himself, not with the way you looked in your tennis skirt, in your polo shirts, in your bikini. He had to stop himself more than once from going to the next bathroom to jerk off to the fresh image of you in his head. Pathetic, really.

And now, here he is with your best friend who tells him you want him just as much. Mingyu’s grin turns cockier.

“How convenient,” he says, “I really want to fuck her, too.”

Chan takes you by the arm, leading you outside approximately five minutes later. The gala is, conveniently, held in one of the top hotels of the city and Chan had been kind enough to book nothing less but the penthouse for you and Mingyu… and him. Mingyu is already up there, waiting for the two of you.

(“You won’t mind if I join, right?” Chan looks at Mingyu with one crooked eyebrow. Mingyu chuckles.

“Oh, absolutely not. I actually think that’s a brilliant idea. Did you have her before?”

“Nope, it’s about time, though.” Mingyu nods, clinking his glass against Chan’s.

“Well, I am looking forward to fucking her with you.”)

“Chan, what-”, but you don’t get far because the second you’re out of sight from the room, Chan has you pressed against one of the grand pillars, knocking the air right out of you.

“Mingyu is upstairs waiting for you.” His breath hits your face and you feel goosebumps erupt all over your body. With wide eyes you can’t help but stare at him, his voice ringing in your ears.

“And I think I’m ready to tell you my condition, baby.”

Baby. Your thighs press together.

“W-What is it?” You stumble out, feeling Chan suddenly part those pressed together thighs with his own. You gasp. He smirks.

“The condition is,” his lips are right by your ear, his hands gripping your hips, “I get to join.”

When you suck in a breath, Chan kisses you roughly. Your eyes roll back before squeezing shut, your hands automatically finding his neck as his tongue slides into your mouth, a breathy moan slipping from your mouth into his. Chan feels himself grow hard already and he moves his one hand down, over your thigh to the slit of your dress and you whimper when you feel his fingers gliding over your core.

“You think that’s a good idea, baby? Me coming upstairs with you? Me fucking your pretty little pussy like I should have done ages ago, hm? What do you say?”

Honestly, you’re not sure how he expects you to answer with his fingers shoving your underwear to the side and sliding them through your folds. So, instead of using your voice, you nod your head, chasing his lips with yours again. Chan chuckles lowly, moving his head back, leaving you without his kisses.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he makes, “so, so needy. Tell me, Y/N, are you a slut?” You bite down on your lip, your hips moving against his fingers that are still seemingly aimlessly roaming your pussy. But you know better. Know that he is teasing you. Even though you’ve never been intimate - you know.

“Answer me. Are you a slut?” His index and thumb find your clit, pinching it right then and you moan out loud, your head falling into yet another rapid nod.

“Y-Yes, I am. I am a slut, Chan.”

“That’s what I thought.” He pulls you close again, lips crashing into yours at the same time as his fingers find your sopping entrance, pushing in two right away, your leg moving to wrap around his thigh.

“F-fuck, Ch-Chan!” You cry out, breaking the kiss and Chan’s other hand is right there underneath your chin, holding it up.

“Shut it, slut. Or do you want someone to hear Daddy’s perfect little girl getting finger fucked in the hallway of his oh-so important business event?”

His fingers work at merciless speed and you shake your head, pressing your lips together to somehow maintain your moans inside. Chan takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, bite at your shoulder and suck a pretty red mark onto your collarbone, all while you stay quiet with your pussy sucking in his fingers like a starved man eats his bread.

“God, you’re so tight, can’t wait to feel your pussy squeeze my cock like that.” Chan whispers into your ear before pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his face, sucking them clean. The view makes your mouth drop and your pussy cry.

“Channie…” The reality of how hot you find your best friend is suddenly crashing down on you. There he is; his fingers that were just inside of you in his mouth, his eyes dark and his hair blonde. This is crazy. You are crazy.

“Mingyu is waiting, baby. Don’t you want to go upstairs?” His voice is sultry and has you swallowing as you nod, Chan taking your hand and leading you to the elevator. As much as you probably should think about what this is going to mean for your friendship, you decide that you’ll have time to figure this out later. Tomorrow, maybe. Or next week. Right now you just want to hold his hand and feel the throbbing of your pussy and think about what Chan and Mingyu will do to you. Together.

Behind you, a group of what are presumably tourists come to a halt, Chan’s hand creeping around your waist, your hand left vacant. His fingers feel hot even through your dress and when he pulls you closer, you suppress the urge to let out a pathetic little moan. You wonder if Chan knows how insanely turned on you are - until you remember he literally just felt your wetness.

The ping of the elevator makes you and the group of people move, you and Chan ending up at the end of it, the group pressing their respective buttons, while Chan kindly asks one of them to press the one for the highest floor. The penthouse. You almost chuckle at that because of course he would get the penthouse to do this. The people don’t seem to care much, or at least they don’t show you if you do and just continue their talking. The heat radiating from Chan mixed with the smell of his perfume almost drives you insane. And when you suddenly feel the hand that had been around your waist move, sliding up the slit of your dress, over the inside of your thigh, to then slip into your panties, thumb pressing down on your clit, massaging it sensually, you can already hear the van coming to pick you up to the psychiatric ward.

“Don’t make a noise, pretty baby, you don’t want all of them knowing what a little slut you are, hm?” He is right there, lips so close to your ear and you slightly nod, pressing your legs together, but Chan’s hand is in the way, his movements becoming harsher. Stars seem to be appearing in front of your eyes and you feel like your knees are about to give in. You try to concentrate on anything else, failing miserably. Chan’s breath keeps hitting your neck, his quiet voice continuing to say dirty things to you that make your pussy clench around nothing. He quickens his pace as more and more of the people leave the elevator and you are holding on for dear life, trying hard to stay put, to not make a sound, to not let anyone know what Chan is doing to you.

When finally there is no one left but you, Chan presses you against the wall, kissing you hard as his fingers slip inside you like they did back on the ground floor. He is fast and hard and his tongue is in your mouth, licking against yours like a madman. He swallows your moans and you lift your leg up, once again wrapping it around his thigh and you feel your orgasm closing in on you. When he brushes his thumb against your clit, just barely really, you cry out in pleasure, lips leaving him as your head bounces against the wall behind you, your moan loud and needy, his name dropping off your lips like a song. The doors of the elevator open with another ping and you come hard, Chan fucking you through your orgasm with your fingers.

“I see you already opened her up for us, how nice of you.”

Mingyu’s voice is something you should have expected but hadn’t. Still feeling the aftermath of your orgasm, you blink a few times, seeing Mingyu standing right in front of the elevator, a diamond glass filled with what you presumed to be whiskey in his hand. His tie was already loosened around his neck, a few buttons open and, fuck, just the sight of him made your pussy clench around Chan’s fingers. Chuckling, he pulled them out of you, once again sucking them clean.

“Common, go over to him, I know you want to.” Chan takes your hand, softly pulling you towards the opened doors of the elevator, Mingyu’s eyes set on you. You can see the fire burning in them already, sensing the heat coming from him even before you stand right there in his space.

“Hi.” You whisper, eyes looking up at the tall man, who smiles and tilts his head.

“Hi, pretty girl.”

It feels like a rush is going through you when you find yourself grinding on Mingyu’s lap with Chan sitting on the armchair next to the couch, a glass of gin in his hand as he watches you. Mingyu has his hands on your ass, guiding your hips against his crotch.

“N-Need it inside.” You cry out and Mingyu smirks, hands tightening their grip on your ass.

“Is that right? Do you need my cock to split you open, princess?” You nod rapidly, making him chuckle. He leaned forward, kissing your jaw, not moving to take out his cock at all. You whine.

“M-Mingyu, pl-please.” Never had you ever wanted a cock inside you as much as right now. You want to feel him, want to squeeze him. But Mingyu still doesn’t budge. His pants are open already and when you look down you can see the clear outline of his apparently huge cock and your mouth is watering.

“I think you need to learn a bit about patience, baby. Didn’t you already cum? And you are still being greedy?” His hand shoots down, slapping your ass and your head falls back as you moan, Mingyu licking his lips as he watches your body shake.

“You should suck him off, don’t you want his cock in your mouth, slut?” Chan chimes in, legs crossed as he watches attentively. Mingyu looks over at him, grinning.

“What a great idea, Chan,” he says, before looking back at you, “what do you say, will you be a good little slut and get on your knees for me?”

You do it. Of course you do it. Your mind is blank except for the need to please and be pleased. Your nimble fingers shove down his pants and briefs, them now pooling at his ankles and your eyes seem to pop out as you look at his cock, his leaking, throbbing cock, that makes your mouth water and more of your slick drip into your panties. You let your hand grab the base, your eyes wandering over the prominent vein at the side and the slit glistening with pre, then you look up at Mingyu who feels like he could probably shoot his load right onto your face if you just continued to look at him like that.

“Now, now. Get to it.” He orders and you nod, eyes back on his length in your hand. First, you stretch out your tongue, let it slide over his red tip and Mingyu groans quietly. He tastes salty and still somehow good enough for you to suck his tip into your mouth, hoping to milk more of him. The sounds he makes spur you on, causing you to begin bobbing your head, your hand jerking off the part your mouth can reach. Mingyu’s breathing grows labored and his hand finds the back of your head, gripping a fistful of your hair.

“Fuck, such a good girl, common, take more, I know you can.” He begins to shove you down and you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat. He revels in the sound you make, his hips bucking up.

Meanwhile, Chan has his cock out, stroking it lazily as he watches you on Mingyu’s cock. He imagines it’s his you’re choking on and wonders how wet you are right now. Precum leaks out of his cock and he uses it to rub himself with more ease.

“Can I fuck your throat?” Mingyu breathes out, his cock now in all the way and you nod to the best of your abilities. Immediately, he thrusts up, his head spinning from the way it feels to have your tight heat around him. He feels your throat restrict, sees the way tears build up in your eyes and he can’t help but move again, quicker this time. He loses himself in the pleasure, head thrown back as he moans your name, both hands on the sides of your face, holding you in place as he uses you like a toy. You love it. Love the tears that now stream down your face as you breathe through your nose, love the way he feels inside your throat, the way he will probably leave bruises. His moans make your core throb harder with every passing second and you sneakily let your hand move down, pressing down and circling your clit, the moan you let out having Mingyu’s cock twitch.

“Oh fuck, b-baby, gonna cum, can I cum down your throat?” He is still frantically fucking your mouth and you again nod as best as you can, having him shoot his load down your abused throat three seconds later.

“God, yeah, sh-shit, swallow it all for me, my perfect whore, swallow it, common.” He is riding out his orgasm, eyes squeezed shut as you do swallow it all, every last drop of his pleasure.

Chan now sees your hand, sees the way you try to make yourself come and he gets up, cock hanging in the air as his hands both grab you from Mingyu, who is recovering from his high.

“Think you can just touch yourself without us noticing? Stupid slut, come on.” He bends you over, your hands finding the small coffee table and without any warning, Chan tears off your panties, dress shoved above your ass and his cock rams into your needy core at godspeed. You scream his name, hands grasping the edges of the table and Chan slaps down on your ass cheek, eyes focused on the way his cock slides in and out of you over and over again. Mingyu watches from the couch, his spent cock twitching at the sight. He leans back, grabbing the glass he had discarded on the side table earlier, taking a sip as he watches Chan fuck into you.

“Ch-Chan!” You moan again, your hips trying to move, but he holds you steady.

“Don’t you dare cum, slut, you cum only when I allow you, got it?” Chan pulls your hair with his one hand, pulls you up against his chest, both of you standing up right as he fucks into you, your eyes rolling back, legs spreading lightly.

Soon, Chan changes the position, has you kneeling on the armchair he previously sat on, your torso hanging over the backrest as he fucks into you from behind. He grunts, rutting his cock into you quick and hard and it takes everything in you not to come undone.

“Pl-please let me cum, need to cum s-so bad!” You cry out, more and more tears streaming over your face, but Chan just spanks you once again, shaking his head.

“Shut up, only moan my name, got it? Don’t wanna hear another word.” He feels your pussy clench around him, feels the way you squeeze him, how you want to milk him and he chuckles evilly.

“God, you really are a whore, such a dirty fucking whore, likes to get her throat fucked and told what to do. Bet you’d be able to fuck yourself on my cock for hours, baby.”

You whimper, nodding as your body jolts forward every few seconds, Chan’s thrusts hard with no mercy in sight.

“Get her over here, I shall use those pretty tits for my entertainment.” Mingyu is fully hard again by now, and Chan nods, his cock slipping out of you and you sob, missing him already. Chan wraps his arm around your waist and softly pulls you off the chair, instead letting your dress fall off your frame, finally having you completely bare in front of him.

“Shit, you’re gorgeous, baby,” he mumbles, hands groping your tits only for a second before Mingyu clears his throat. Grinning, Chan moves you back to the couch. You get on all fours, Chan kneeling behind you, his hands massaging and slapping down on your ass, instead of his cock, his fingers find their way inside your sopping hole. There are stars dancing around your head at this point.

Mingyu licks his lips, he is leaning against the armrest, his cock in his hand. He watches the way your face contours in nothing but pleasure as Chan fucks his fingers in and out of you.

“Chan’s right, you are gorgeous.” The words make you clench and whimper and when Mingyu reaches for your arms, basically having you cage him in, Chan moving with your body, fingers pulled out of you so his hands could hold your hips in place. Your tits are hanging right over Mingyu’s cock now and he bites his lip, before bringing his hands to them, thumb pressing down on your stiff nipples. He can’t really reach them with his mouth right now, but fuck, the urge to put his lips around them is making his cock leak again.

“You wanna fuck her tits?” Chan asked then and Mingyu nodded, your hips moving against Chan's groin.

“You’re gonna let me fuck your pretty tits, baby?” Mingyu squeezes them hard and you nod frantically.

“Y-yes, pl-please fuck my tits, want your cum all over them.” Mingyu moans at that and soon enough his cock is engulfed by your breasts, the feeling of the slick from sweat skin around him almost too much at once. He begins to thrust almost at the same time as Chan fucks his cock back into you.

The two men have their way with you, fucking your respective body parts at their own speed and you feel like you’re about to explode. Your moans don’t stop, saying both of their names repeatedly, and only when Chan wraps his arm around you, thumb beginning to circle your clit do you realize how close to release you are.

“Ch-Chan, f-fuck, I’m so cl-close.” You stutter out and Chan smirks, pinching your clit with his thumb and index.

“Yeah? Is our little slut close? Do you think you deserve to cum yet?” Chan moves to slap your clit, a wave of pleasure shooting through you and when he does it again, you feel yourself leaking into the couch, your cum dripping down your thighs, leaving a stain. Chan twitches inside of you, realizing he just got you to squirt - even before your orgasm. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, Mingyu, look, our dirty slut squirted all over the couch.” He feels his balls tightening, feels his head spinning, his vision going blurry as he comes, thick white ropes of his juice landing inside your pussy, getting fucked into you repeatedly by Chan.

Mingyu cries out, seeing the stain behind you and his eyes roll back as he slips his cock out of your tits and instead jerks himself off, his load landing all over your tits and collarbone the next second. Both of them climaxing in and on you gets you over the edge and your already overstimulated pussy squeezes Chan as you cum, exhaustion mixed with euphoria filling you, your eyes falling shut as you found yourself pressed against Mingyu, his arms around you as his cum now lands on his clothed torso. He doesn’t care in the slightest.

“Holy fuck.” Chan pulls out of you, sinking into the soft cushions of the couch, wiping the sweat of his forehead with the back of his hand. He watches you on top of Mingyu, your naked body, his cum dripping out of your core and he stares at it for a moment, fascinated by the way how pretty your pussy looks when it’s spent like that.

“You did you well.” Mingyu kisses the top of your head and you sniff against his neck, feeling like all energy has left your body all while you’ve never felt this satisfied in your life.

“Let’s get you into the shower, baby girl.” He continues then, helping you sit up, your chest still smeared full of his cum. He sighed at the view.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

He gets up and pulls you with him, picking you up into his arms bridal style and you giggle as you look over at Chan who still seems frozen in place.

“Wanna join?” You ask tiredly and Chan nods, sure that there was nowhere else he’d rather be than in the sower with you and Mingyu right now.

#svthub #svt smut #dino x reader #mingyu x reader #chan x reader #dino x you #mingyu x you #mingyu smut #dino smut #seventeen smut #seventeen au #seventeen imagine #svt au #svt imagine #mingyu au #mingyu imagine #dino au #dino imagine #changyu smut

886 notes · View notes

coupsie-daisies · 6 months

Text

Kinktober '23: Somnophilia | Lee Chan

Pairing: Idol!Lee Chan x Non Idol!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Light angst, hurt/comfort, Kinktober 2023

Summary: Chan's schedules are keeping him away from you, and he craves closeness more than he ever has before. Luckily for him, you're always so eager to give him what he needs

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: Reader is afab but no pronouns are used, Unprotected sex (have fun, be smart), under negotiated somnophilia, fingering, creampie, cockwarming, petnames, love making, Chan is pervy if you squint. This is really soft but kinda sad at the beginning

A/N: Hopefully we're picking up again. Let me know what you think of this one!

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @snow-pegasus // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1

Main Masterlist

Kinktober '23 Masterlist

This fanfiction is property of @/coupsie-daisies, reposting on any other platform is prohibited

You and Chan's relationship was fairly settled. You'd been friends even before he debuted, having met as children and the both of you being adamant that nothing was going to get in the way of the two of you being partners in crime. You were there for all of his milestones, supporting him every step of the way, and he was there for you even when he was across the world on tour.

Now the two of you had been dating for a couple of years, and he crashed at your place more often than his own. It was hard sometimes with him gone for so long during tours and coming in late from practices and promotions, but you knew that this was his dream, and you would never be mad at him for chasing it. Not when you were his number one fan.

He, however, was much more angry with himself over his chaotic schedule and endless obligations. He was a performer, sure, but he wanted so badly to be closer to you. Date nights were constantly getting reshuffled, dinners with your family attended late when things ran over. He didn't feel reliable in the least. But every time his worries got the best of him, you were there with your solutions and your never ending patience that he was eternally grateful for.

That never ending patience came in handy for you, especially on nights like this. Nights when he didn't get home from filming Going Seventeen and consequently spending time with his hyungs until well past midnight. You were already in bed, sound asleep when he tiptoed into your bedroom. He sighed, trying not to make any noise to wake you up. He knew you wouldn't be mad if he did, you'd just rub your eyes and smile all sleepily and ask how his day was in that tiny, barely awake voice, but he knew you had to work in the morning and he didn't want to disturb you.

So he tiptoed around your apartment, getting himself ready for bed and carefully slipping under the blankets beside you. You hummed contentedly in your sleep, wiggling closer to the feeling of him, dragging his arm around your waist even in his sleep. He stifled a chuckle at your clingy behavior, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and mumbling a soft 'I love you' before closing his eyes for the night.

He'd had every intention of just going to sleep then, but it seemed that he wasn't as tired as he'd thought he was. At least not when he had the warmth of you pressed up against him, and his mind wandering to the last time he'd gotten to feel that warmth without the barrier of clothes between the two of you. Just your skin pressed to his, your face against his shoulder, your pussy wrapped around his cock. Fuck.

Chan wasn't sex crazed, but he had his needs, and you had yours, and it had become increasingly difficult with Seventeen's success and a comeback just around the corner to meet those needs as often as you'd both like. So Chan found himself feeling a bit like a teenager again, getting hard at the simplest touches from you or the thought alone of sneaking in a quick moment here and there. But now you were sound asleep, the soft curve of your ass pressed against the outline of his cock through his boxers. He huffed out a sigh, trying not to grind against your touch. How long had it been since you'd had sex? Too long, a few weeks or more.

His hand slid to your hip, grabbing at it lightly, still careful not to wake you up. He remembered you offhandedly mentioning that it might be nice to wake up to sex, but the two of you hadn't talked about it very much. But even so, the thought was bouncing around in his head, and the tiny way that you wiggled closer, pressing back into his chest and giving him just a little more friction against his aching cock. It was too much to resist.

He rolled his hips forward, dragging his clothed erection against your ass. He was careful, moving slowly in steady rocking motions. You made a soft noise, and he bit his lip, still feeling guilty about the idea of waking you up. His hand tucked into your pajama shorts, sliding carefully between your legs and searching for your clit, rubbing slow circles against it in time with his rutting against you.

You shifted, half rolling over to spread your thighs. His eyes searched your face, but you were peacefully asleep, and the sight of your body opening up to him even when you weren't conscious of it did something wholeheartedly filthy to him. He leaned down, pressing careful kisses to your neck as he continued to tease you, feeling you grow wet against his touch. Always so perfect and pliant for him. He knew your body must need him as much as he needed you.

He slowly slid a finger inside, coaxing a pretty little sigh out of you and feeling his dick twitch at the sound. He rutted against you again, dragging his hips slowly against your thigh now as he worked you open. His finger curled and pumped into you, drawing more of your juices out of you until he could work a second one alongside the first. He was always attentive, making sure that you were ready for him, but even more so now. Call him selfish, but he wanted to make sure this was a good experience so he could do it all over again another night. Hadn't even gotten his dick wet yet and he was already hooked.

"Chan," His name was barely a whisper, a sighed breath as you shifted and nuzzled closer. You weren't fully asleep, but just teetering on the edge. Your eyes didn't open, and even though his movements didn't stop, you seemed to settle again. He almost whined, but he had been the one wanting to make sure you slept, wasn't he?

He moved as slowly as he could manage, settling between your legs and kicking his underwear off so he could finally stroke his length. The friction had his breath hitching and his hips bucking forward, and he could only imagine how much better it would be once he was fucking you instead of his fist.

He dragged the head of his cock through your folds, watching the way your hips pressed up towards his, forcing his dick a little closer to your eagerly awaiting entrance. He thumbed at your clit a few times, reveling in the little moans and sighs you let out. By now you'd generally be begging for him to get on with it. You weren't as patient as he was, and he wasn't very patient himself. But he appreciated the build up, taking his time with it now, getting your body worked up just how he wanted it.

And finally, after a few more minutes of teasing you and letting your wetness coat his length, he pressed into you, slow and steady until he was buried to the hilt, and you were shifting, clearly starting to wake up. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your jaw, trailing wet, heavy kisses along your skin.

"Sorry, baby. Need you so bad," He said, holding himself up with one arm while the other hand steadies your hips for him to pull back and thrust into you again, still slow and gentle as he finds a steady pace. "Missed your pussy so fucking much

You blinked up at him, a tiny whine pulling out of your throat as your mind flickered into consciousness, trying to register the flaring warmth in your stomach and the feeling of having Chan's cock filling you up. You tipped your head back, lips parted breathlessly.

"More," You said after a moment, voice still heavy with sleep. Chan hesitated, searching your face for any sign that you weren't fully aware of what you were asking for, but it wasn't there. "Chan, baby, fuck me harder. Need it."

You were adamant now, a little more awake than you had been and just as desperate as he was. You reached up, fingers threading through his hair to pull him down into a messy kiss. It wasn't coordinated, but it was full of unspoken words of adoration. He pressed himself close to you, his hips meeting yours in hard, deep thrusts as if it would allow the two of you to become one being. Both of your sounds of pleasure were lost in the clash of tongues you shared.

You both needed the closeness, the feeling of walking the line between filthy fucking and passionate love making. The slide and press and warmth of each other, heavy with sleep and clinging to one another like it was the last chance you'd get to feel this way.

"Close," You warned him, head falling back against the pillow again. His mouth found your pulsepoint, suckling at it, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your stomach flip. You arched into him, fingertips dragging hard down his shoulders as you came around him, the sounds you made hushed in the quiet of your room.

He wasn't far behind you, holding you close as he rolled his hips into you until finally he hit his high, orgasm washing through him with a musical sigh of your name and a kiss pressed to your lips.

You both stayed that way for a while until he rolled the both of you onto your sides. He kept you pressed close, his softening dick still buried inside you, plugging his cum inside. You wrapped your leg around his waist, resting your forehead against his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Missed you," You said, tracing shapes against his side and watching him try not to squirm away from the ticklish touch. "Don't like falling asleep without you."

He frowned, and he kissed the top of your head so you wouldn't look up and see the heartbroken expression on his face even in the dark.

"I know. I don't like it either. I promise it'll get better. I don't know when, but it will." He said. You nodded a little. The quiet that fell over you was heavy. Not uncomfortable, but weighing on the both of you. It was obvious that you were both struggling with the separation his schedule was causing, but it was also clear in the way that you held onto each other that it wasn't going to be the end of anything.

"I really like waking up to you, though." You said finally. Looking up at him. He could see the curve of your smile even in the dark, and he brought his thumb to trace along it, letting himself memorize it and sealing it away for a rainy day. "Especially waking up to you like that. Should do that more often."

He chuckled, quietly agreeing before the two of you were falling asleep together. Just like you were meant to.

274 notes · View notes

bookyeom · 5 months

Note

Hallo Leslie!! I finally had a free brain moment to look through your prompt ideas, and if you’re still open to requests, how about # 61 + 90 from the second list?

Hope your week is off to a good start!

A/N: I'm so sorry these prompts took 800 years to get written, but here we are. This one may or may not be inspired by Wait (it 100% is inspired by Wait). Enjoy!!

Please Don't Tell Me Wait

Pairing: Dino x Reader Genre: idiots to lovers, friends to lovers Rating: PG (because of the kissing ig?) Word Count: 2.3k Request Prompt: "you can tell me anything." Warnings: kissing, Lee Chan as a general warning

YN: I’ll kill you, Boo Seungkwan. I will

Boo: why? 😇

YN: What could possibly be so important that you ‘suddenly’ need to go to the mall all the way across town immediately, bring Vernon, Soonyoung and Mingyu with you, and cancel on movie night?? When Chan is already almost here?

Boo: giving you and Channie some alone time 🙂

You gape down at your phone.

YN: you’re shameless. Evil and vile. Canceled.

Boo: I think you misspelled thank you?

Your next raging text is lost mid-type as your doorbell rings, and you straighten up in your seat. You have a quick internal debate with yourself about whether or not you should answer, but then you think about how sad Lee Chan would be if you didn’t open the door, and you find yourself moving without any more thought. Whipped, comes the unhelpful thought.

As soon as you open the door, you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut. Your breath catches just at the sight of him, wearing his favourite grey hoodie and a smile, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more breathtaking in your life. “Hi,” he says, and you want so badly to ignore the way everything around you feels a little bit brighter just at the sound of his voice. You are in so deep.

You let him in and he quickly makes himself at home. It isn’t the first time your friends have plotted to get the two of you alone, but it is the first time it’s been in such an intimate setting. Chan’s been over to your place so many times before, but always with one of the boys in tow. You hate how nervous you feel.

You’re nervous because you like him. When Seungkwan found out last month, pretty soon everyone within earshot knew, too. Somehow – and you thanked the stars for this – Chan didn’t seem to have a clue.

One thing about your friend Chan: he was pretty oblivious, for the most part. You knew so many people who would kill for a chance with him, but he didn’t seem to notice or even care. He flirted with you – that much was clear. You weren’t naive. But he’d never once seemed to mean anything more than friendly banter, because that’s just who he is, so here you were. Pining unrequitedly after one of your friends, with your other friends desperately trying to push the two of you together. It was frustrating at best.

You can make it through this night. You always have fun with Chan, and talking to him is easy enough when you aren't thinking too much. You have similar taste in movies and snacks, he’s funny, he's a good listener… the list is endless. You like being around him. You can do this.

You manage to act relatively normal as the two of you get settled for the movie, even as Chan makes a joke about the guys ditching, even as you almost physically jump back when he hands you the popcorn bowl to carry into the living room, and your fingers brush. You’re fine, up until the moment you’re sitting on your couch with snacks at the ready, a semi-breathable distance between the two of you, and he decides to speak up.

“Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything.” You answer without hesitation, because it’s true.

“Well…” He pauses, and you meet his gaze with a raised eyebrow when he doesn’t continue. As soon as your eyes are on him and away from the TV, his lips turn upward and he says, “I think you look really pretty tonight.”

Your eyes widen, and you nearly drop the remote. You watch as the corner of his mouth lifts up even further into a smile, and you can tell he’s pleased with himself. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for a response, but you don’t have one. Your mind wants to ask it, wants desperately to just blurt out the question — is this a date? Are we on a fucking date right now? — but you refrain.

“Chan,” is what you say instead, with a roll of your eyes as you hold out the remote for him to take. You know the effect his words have had on you is obvious with the way you’re reacting, but you can only pray that he doesn’t comment on it. “Just pick a movie.”

You would almost think he meant his words if he’d ever actually tried to take his flirtatious remarks any deeper, but he never does. It’s been months of this. It’s not that he’s mean, you know he’s not — you just think he doesn’t have a clue that you might actually like him.

“I mean what I said.”

You’re startled from your thoughts when Chan speaks again, and you realize that he definitely hasn’t moved to take the remote from your outstretched hand. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, either.

You slowly lower the remote back down to your lap. “Have you been taking lessons from Mingyu again on how to flirt?”

You watch as he leans forward slightly, that stupid, soft, teasing smile on his mouth yet again, and he asks, “Why, are they finally starting to work on you?”

You blink, staring back at him as all thoughts swiftly leave you. Your breath catches as his eyes wander across your face, and your own gaze can’t help but find his mouth.

“Maybe,” is what comes out before you can stop it.

Chan seems surprised for a second too, before he rights himself again. “Well,” he says slowly, “like I said... I meant every single word.”

His fingers gently pry the remote from your hand, eyes never leaving yours. He moves closer and closer, judging your every reaction, watching for any hesitation. He finds none. You let him draw you in, your back falling against the armrest and then he’s above you, his hands braced on the couch on either side. He’s gazing down at you so intently that you think you forget how to breathe.

“How do I know that you mean it?” Your voice is quiet, uncertain. You know that you want this, that you want him, but you’re terrified that he doesn’t mean it in the same way as you.

“I can show you,” he returns, as serious as you’ve ever seen him, and you can’t stop your gaze from falling to his mouth. He takes that as a sign. And when he leans down, nose gently brushing against yours as he waits for permission, it’s you that closes the gap first.

You kiss him, soft and hesitant. He responds almost immediately, pushing back against your mouth, a hum coming from somewhere deep in his chest. Like he’s been waiting. The thought makes your toes curl. Your hands find his waist, pulling him down to you as far as he can go, and you can feel him laugh against your mouth before he’s kissing you again, over and over, until you can’t think or feel anything but him.

You’ve never been kissed like this.

He breaks the kiss first, his forehead falling to yours as he catches his breath. You’re both silent for a moment as you process, and you can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage.

“Chan,” you finally say, voice quiet, your grip on the back of his shirt tightening.

“Yeah?” He mirrors your hushed tone, pulling away so he can look at you. He sounds breathless, and it makes you feel even dizzier.

“I…” You trail off. You squeeze your eyes shut in a feeble attempt to lessen the effect of his gaze on you like this, but it’s futile. The look on his face, the one that you’d sworn to yourself all these months meant nothing, is permanently etched into the back of your eyelids now.

He doesn’t move at all as he waits, giving you time. The heat of him so close, his entire body pressed to yours, is so intimate, so overwhelming. You can feel him everywhere, can feel every breath he takes, and you wonder if he can feel your heart ready to burst out of your chest.

“Chan,” you finally speak again, voice barely a whisper. “If you don’t…”

His eyebrows furrow; you can tell he wants to speak, but he doesn’t.

“If you don’t mean this,” you try again, your eyes still squeezed shut. “If this isn’t serious for you, then I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

It’s silent, and your heart slowly sinks into the couch beneath you.

Then he’s gently pushing himself off of and away from you. The feeling of disappointment quickly claws its way up into your throat, robbing the air from your lungs along the way. You sit up too, keeping as much distance between you as possible. Your eyes stay trained on your hands in your lap — you can’t look at him for even a second.

“Y/N.”

You feel your eyes begin to water in spite of yourself. Stop, stop, stop.

“Y/N,” he repeats, voice soft, “I need you to look at me.”

You take a deep breath, feeling your lower lip quiver. You steady yourself before meeting his eyes, straightening your shoulders.

“Do you really not know how much I like you?”

You weren’t expecting that. The question hangs in the air as you blink back at him. “You—“

“I’ve liked you for so long… since that night when you were the only one who laughed at my joke at Soonyoung’s party.”

Your mouth falls open as you think back to that night — you know the very one. The same night that you finally learned his name — the name of the cute new guy your friends had been bringing around. That was ages ago.

“Oh.”

A few more beats of silence pass by until he speaks again.

“How could you possibly think I’m not into you? I don’t think I’ve ever been more obvious about something in my life.” He laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair.

Your heart is beating triple time as you search for your words. “We’ve known each other for six months, and you never said anything.”

“Neither did you.” He raises his eyebrows in a challenge, daring you to disagree with him, but the smile on his lips gives him away.

“You have so many friends,” you say quietly after a moment, and you watch as Chan’s face softens. “I just assumed you treated them the same way you treat me.”

“I don’t,” he says softly, “but I can see why you might have thought that.”

“So many people flirt with you. All the time.” You don’t know why you’re continuing to state these things — you blame it on the fact that you absolutely cannot process that he just told you he likes you — but Chan just takes your words as they come.

“I barely notice… especially when you’re there.” He bites his lip, tilting his head as he looks at you. “And people flirt with you too, you know.”

You let out a laugh at that, looking down at your hands. “I know.”

“But you didn’t know that I was flirting with you?” Chan asks incredulously, throwing his head back with a groan. You can tell he’s joking, and you can’t help the smile that passes over your lips now, too.

“I did know,” you offer, and Chan sits up straight to look at you again. You continue before he can protest. “But I didn’t know if it was serious for you. And for me…” You stop yourself before you admit what you were about to, feeling your cheeks flush.

For me, it’s serious.

“For you?” He prompts you to go on, and you can tell he’s trying desperately to hold back a grin, because he knows exactly what you were going to say. You let out a whine.

“Stop.”

He laughs. Then your heart leaps into your throat once more, because he’s reaching across the distance between you, finding your hand and pulling it back into his lap. “I’ll say it loud and clear so there are no misunderstandings,” he begins, thumb tracing lazy lines on the back of your hand, “I like you… seriously.”

You know he’s teasing you again, but you can’t find it in you to care when you know he’s being honest. Your eyes fall to your entwined hands, mesmerized by his gentle movements against your skin, your heart near ready to jump out of your chest at the softness of it all.

“So…”

You look back up to find him bashful as he speaks, and it’s his turn to avoid your eyes as he chews on his lower lip. You suddenly realize what you think he’s waiting for, and you smile.

“I like you a lot too,” you say, and when his gaze snaps to yours, you know you’ve said what he needed to hear. He smiles then, cheeks flushed and happy, and you’re enthralled by how shy he’s being when he had just been kissing you into oblivion moments prior.

“Good.”

You beam at him, and he beams back, before he’s pulling you closer by your joined hands and into a hug. You curl up into his side, your head finding a place in the crook of his neck.

“Y/N?” You glance up, heart stuttering a bit at the sight of him so close as you wait for him to continue. “For the record, in case you were still worried – I absolutely do not spend time with anyone else trying to ignore the way their lips move when they talk. That’s Y/N privilege.”

“Not even Soonyoung?”

He’s kissing you almost before you get the teasing words out.

A/N: please please please reblog if you liked! it's what us writers rely on :)

TAGLIST: @dejavernon @minisugakoobies @starsstuddedsky @hopeinthebox @tae-bebe @eoieopda @savventeen @wqnwoos

Message me if you want to be added to the permanent taglist!

#if u don't want to be tagged anymore message me !#dino x reader #lee chan x reader #dino fluff #svt fluff #seventeen x reader #dino comfort #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagine #dino imagine #lcficrecs #my writing #lcfic

254 notes · View notes

lee-aveyourmark · 1 year

Text

pov: you're doing grocery shopping with seventeen - maknae line

∘.∙°. masterlist Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, public affection

A/N: For legal reasons, some of this is a joke. I don't mean to undermine any of the members, so please don't misread my writing :)

mingyu Efficient. Knows what he needs to buy before entering the store, but is also flexible in changing his shopping list or meal plan if the store doesn't stock certain items. Is not afraid to ask store clerks where certain items are. Ends up inadvertently flirting with the aunties, and it takes a foreign hand on his bicep for him to quickly say his goodbyes and run back to you, whining and burying his face into your neck. Wine is a must-add to the cart. There's often a request from Seungcheol for a certain snack. Mingyu is reluctant in gratifying his hyung, and that reluctance quickly transforms into jealousy when you drop the requested item into the basket with indifference. Definitely needs you to hold his hand and stroke his hair for the next five minutes before the jealousy can dissipate.

the8 LIkes to shop at Chinese grocery stores as much as possible, since his culinary range is probably largely Chinese. You can often find this man in the tea section, browsing new leaves for his next tea ceremony and meditation session. There'll most likely be a mala-flavoured item that ends up in the cart. Enjoys introducing you to all the different spices frequently used in northern Chinese cooking and giggles at your cute pronunciation of their names. Also enjoys making conversation with the grandpas that compliment your relationship and- wait, is that Jun? You don't recall being told that he was going to be here. Oh, and now you're being sidelined and thirdwheeled as Jun drags Minghao to check out the newest instant ramen on offer.

dk Giggles, blushes and twirls his hair around his finger every five seconds because, omg, you're out buying groceries with him - how domestic! Absolutely adores taking photos of you doing literally whatever at the store - looking at items, picking items up, eating samples, pushing the cart - he's capturing it all. Tries so hard to control himself when seeing you strolling down the aisles in his oversized hoodie, but fails miserably as his lips make contact with your cheek. As our resident ray of sunshine, this man will buy food based on how cute the packaging is. I'm talking bright colours, funky fonts, and baby animal mascots. Will also choose the odd-shaped fruits and vegetables because they're "quirky" and he feels a little sorry for them.

seungkwan Is an absolute sweetheart to all of the elderly ladies slowly pushing their carts through the store. Makes conversation with them and helps them pick items off shelves that are too high for them. Also is super sweet to the children, complimenting them and playing with them. He's always closely inspecting the health foods on offer, but looks forward to seeing the pastries from the bakery next door to the supermarket. When you offer to buy him some, he adamantly refuses, makes the excuse that he was just browsing and then complains about his diet under his breath. The excitement lit across his face when trying the weekly cookie menu is something that you'll never get sick of, and you make sure to bring him grocery shopping more often.

vernon What is Chwe Hansol doing in the grocery store with you? Honestly, he's asking himself that too because this man has zero experience. The assistance he attempts to provide is based on information from the internet, and I'm talking about WikiHow articles on buying bread. Uses logic to the best of his abilities, helping to choose items based on price point. However, logic doesn't get him very far when you're asking him which brand would taste the best. Will internally freak out if you leave him in the queue to grab something, and will need a breather when you return to the line with the loaf of bread that you forgot. Always has music on, so you'll need to give him a good shake of his shoulder to grab his attention.

dino Our maknae can cook, but that doesn't translate into having sense regarding grocery shopping. If he can't track you down amongst the aisles, there's a high chance of him calling another member for help. Particularly, he'll likely call a 95-line hyung with the expectation of them fulfilling their hyung role. Alas, I'm not entirely sure if Seungcheol, Jeonghan or Joshua knows whether a three-dollar cucumber is a bargain or not. Is extremely confused when you're walking around slapping watermelons like Seungcheol would his ass amidst dance practice. Honestly, just very confused but also very curious and willing to learn lots on how to select the freshest produce so that he can impress you with a tasty homemade dish one day.

503 notes · View notes

wongyuuu · 7 months

Text

the road that leads to you | lc

pairing: chan x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 3.6k summary: double dates are bound to go wrong warnings: none

You kept looking at your phone hoping, wishing, demanding that someone would text you, that something would happen and you would have an excuse to get out of that situation. Anything at all would work, you just wanted a way out.

It could be your mom calling, saying that she needed you home but the truth was that she just thought that it was getting late and you should go home, or so she thinks; you wished that your dad would text you asking to have dinner with him but your dad was never one to take the first step; maybe your professor could email you saying that you did something wrong in your assignment and you had to redo it, a dream you would probably wake up from by falling off your bed.

School was finally over for the semester and you had some time for yourself, or as much as work would possibly let you have. The second your boss heard the words summer break, he was already increasing your work hours. You could only hope that your payment would see the benefits of working extra hours. You could easily hear Chan’s voice in the back of your head saying “He’ll increase your working hours and decrease your pay, that’s more like it”

You welcomed the different stream of thought with open arms until it led you to Chan. He was the entire reason why you were feeling guilty in the first place.

You were on your way to a date with someone who wasn’t Chan, someone who wasn’t your boyfriend. And you weren’t even doing it for yourself. You had no thoughts or intentions to be with anyone other than Chan. You were on your way to a double date that would only benefit the other half, your friend Kira, while said date could only cause your problems.

Since Kira started to work as an intern, almost a year before, all she could talk about was Hansol. How handsome he was, how nice he was, how he could be a complete cutie in a second and change into someone dangerous in a span of a millisecond – her words, not yours. Apparently, it was the best kind of danger. Whatever the hell that meant.

After months of pining over him, your friend finally managed to score a date with her yearlong crush, but she got cold feet at the last minute and somehow you were the one who ended up in an uncomfortable situation. If the occasion was any different you would have helped her without thinking twice about it, it wouldn’t have been the first time you rescued her.

On top of it, like a pretty little bow around the box, Hansol also thought that it was a good idea to have a double date as a first date. And what better place than a bowling alley?

A double date is fine, many people have had them, you just hated the fact that you were the one who had to sit around and watch and your friend and a random guy from her work made the awkward small conversation of a first date.

You had made plans beforehand. It was nothing much, honestly. It included you leaving work the second your shift was over, making a quick stop at the chicken place on your way to the subway station, and head straight to Chan’s place. Unlike you, he had his own apartment so you were always at his place because there you had more privacy than at the dorms.

Let’s stay inside tonight, we can do something else tomorrow if we feel like it. That was your original plan and it sounded so damn good. Cuddling with Chan while it wasn’t too warm to do so almost sounded like a dream.

Yes, you could still go to his place after the date but how could you possibly lie down by his side when you had just gone on a date with someone else? Someone who wasn’t him? You knew very well that if you told him the truth Chan would just laugh it off, saying that you were too good for your own good. He would probably give you that sweet smile of his, the very same one that always melted your heart a little when you saw it, and probably hug you with his lips at the back of your neck until he peacefully went into dreamland.

“Can’t I go home?” you asked Kira.

You already knew her answer, even before she clutched your hand as if it was her lifeline.

“No! I need you here, for moral support”

You rolled your eyes at her and leaned back against the extremely uncomfortable seat.

“I could do that from home, you know? The moral support thing”

It was her turn to roll her eyes at you.

“Oh please…” she drifted off for a second before her eyes went wide on her face and held even tighter to your hand “yn, I’m so, so, so, so sorry for this. I had no idea”

You followed her eyes and soon realized what she was seeing and why she was apologizing. Walking through the door was Hansol but the person walking by his side was the one that really caught your attention. In his usual black hoodie and torn jeans, Chan walked inside, a lopsided grin on his face as his eyes met yours.

The color drained from your face as you looked around trying to desperately find a way out. That couldn’t be happening to you. Why you of all people? Kira looked between you and Chan, a confused look on her face. And you knew why she was so confused: you and Chan were supposed to hate each other.

“Why is he looking at you like that?”

It’s the oldest story in the world.

From the second the two of you crossed paths you had an instant dislike for each other. As soon you found out that both of you were majoring in the same thing, the dislike became a rivalry that even teachers were aware of. Something that other students didn’t quite comprehend and neither did you or him.

On your part, it was probably because he had been a jerk by knocking off your books, not on purpose, and saying “you should watch where you go, this is not the fucking mall!” You hated his guts after that, it wasn’t that you expected him to get down and help you, but the least he could say was that he was sorry as he rushed off to wherever he went next. He disliked you back because you made a point of always being a jerk to him right back.

Really, it was something so stupid.

Sometimes, while going out with Kira, you would see him with his friends and he looked like a decent person, and from the things you heard from people who knew him he sounded nice enough but you never managed to overlook that first day.

Until a night out gone wrong, that was.

Kira managed to drag you to a bar on a Friday night because Hansol was there and there was no way she could miss the opportunity to see him. Against your will, and your better judgment, you tagged along. You sat quietly at a table in the corner nursing a drink while everyone around you seemed to be having a blast.

It was one of those days when you just wanted to stay inside and not do anything, the kind of day that binge-watching a random reality show sounded like paradise. Going out, being in a bar with loud music, drunk people, and stupid pickup lines sounded like your own personal hell.

You were on your own for about twenty minutes when someone dragged the chair in front of you and sat down. The words get lost were ready to leave your mouth when you looked at who it was. Chan sat in front of you, beer in hand while he sported his most famous and used look: a white t-shirt and ripped jeans. He smiled at you and his raised his beer before taking a long sip.

“Let’s not do this today, Chan. I’m not in the mood”

Something in the way you said made Chan stop. He was ready to say something, anything at all that came to his mind, any sort of nasty comment that would probably leave you fuming. But as he looked at you he could easily tell that your not in the mood was much different than what you were letting on. Your eyes were barely focused on anything, the drink in front of you still untouched.

“Come with me”

He suddenly stood up and took your hand pulling you up, so you would stand up as well. He got your jacket that hung on the chair, your cell phone, and keys from the table before pulling you out the door. You walked by his side quietly wondering just what he was doing but too tired to ask what was happening. His hand on the small of your back brought you warmth and, strangely, comfort.

Chan pulled the passenger door of his car open and told you to sit. The second your head touched the rest your eyes fell shut. You could easily hear him softly close the door as he walked around and sat behind the wheel.

“I’ll drive around for a little, get some rest”

Anyone else would probably have felt uncomfortable in said situation, anyone else probably wouldn’t have taken his hand, anyone else probably would have never gotten inside that car, anyone else probably wouldn’t have fallen asleep in a stranger’s car. But the thing is that Chan was never a stranger and, even though you didn’t get along very well, you knew that he would never do anything that could harm you in any way. You enjoyed your fights and he wasn’t crazy.

Somehow getting inside Chan’s car and driving around became your thing. At times, during class, you would exchange a look and the next thing you knew you were walking to the parking lot and getting into Chan’s car. He would follow you soon after, a bag of sweets and snacks in his hand. You would take turns driving so both of you could rest, or read over your notes for the exam.

At first, neither of you said anything; it was enough to just stay inside his car driving to nowhere quietly. At times Chan would go as far as hitting the road because it’s quieter here, don’t you think? Soon enough you found yourself looking at him, looking for him. Once when he parked the car and both of you sat on the hood of the car, easy conversation flowing around, you wondered what it would feel like to be kissed by him, what would feel like to have his hand hold yours.

“I want every day to be like this one,” you said quietly.

Something sparkled in his eyes, something that you too felt. When you looked at him that day, it felt like his emotions matched yours, his feelings were the same as yours. You leaned forward, just a hint of what you wanted to happen. If he didn’t feel the same, if he didn’t want the same thing, then you could pass it as you were half asleep.

But Chan wanted it. He had been meaning to talk to you for a while. When he approached you that day at the bar his only intention was to talk with you. When he took a good look at you, though, he knew that he couldn’t do that and so he waited. He kept waiting for the perfect opportunity and you were finally presenting him with one, one that he wouldn't be stupid to let go.

His lips touched yours ever so lightly, slowly. Your hands moved on their own, wrapping around his neck as he pulled you closer.

Every day after that Chan’s text was the first thing you read in the morning and his voice was the last sound you heard before falling asleep.

On a day when Chan didn’t show up for a class you got worried and it got even worse after he didn’t answer your call or texts – not even your email, though you felt stupid for emailing him. He wasn’t the kind of person who skipped class. He attended religiously, even if his body was begging him to stay home and take the day off.

It took you a lot of courage to walk up to one of his friends and ask for his address. It was hard to understand why you cared so damn much whether or not Chan went to class. And it wasn’t just that. When you weren’t with him you kept thinking of him, thinking about what he could be doing, if he too was thinking about you. It made you feel weird about how you went from hating the mention of his name to constantly thinking of him.

Knocking on his apartment door was almost as hard as asking for his address. No, it was definitely harder. Innumerous wild scenarios went through your mind but none of them even came close to what was happening.

He only opened the door after the second knock. When Chan saw you standing outside his door he almost looked relieved, the smile on his face made you smile back.

“Chan, who is it?” a woman said.

Before you could say anything, Chan pulled you inside and closed the door behind you. Sitting on the couch there was an older couple, their eyes shifted towards you before going back to Chan, a curious look on their faces.

“I’m yn” you waved awkwardly at them “Chan and I have a few of the same classes”

At your words, the woman’s face lit up and she got up to shake your hand.

“Oh, Chan was just telling us about you”

Somehow having his mother, as well as his dad, know about your car rides automatically meant that the two of you were together. When his father mentioned it, neither one of you tried to deny it or correct him because even though those words were never spoken it was something that you saw coming.

Even so, you didn’t tell anyone. You didn’t fight in front of others but you also didn’t interact in any sort of way when there were people around. In class, you still sat far apart but always in each other’s line of view. There was something mysterious and thrilling about not telling everyone.

That was eight months before. Even after so long you still didn’t tell people. You weren’t going out with Chan just to please someone and the same went for him. Your dating life belonged to you and you only. You didn’t quite understand why you had to tell other people about it.

By choosing to keep a secret you still had to face situations like that. Like your friend trying to set you up with someone because she thought that you were lonely.

“There’s something I should probably tell you,” you said to Kira but it was already too late, the second the words left your mouth Chan and Hansol got closer to you.

While Hansol made an effort to try to talk to you, though his intentions and why he was even there in the first place were very clear, Chan didn’t even look at Kira. He simply sat in front of you, his eyes on you the whole time while you tried to think of something to say, anything that could possibly get you out of the mess you put yourself into but nothing came to mind.

Instead of paying attention to her date, trying to focus on the conversation Hansol was clearly trying to have with her, Kira kept giving you questioning glances and nudging your feet trying to get you to look at her.

“Okay! Someone needs to tell me what is going on, right now!” Kira said hitting the table and shaking the drinks

The game had already been over, you even played twice, and the four of you sat at a burger place next to the bowling alley.

“I also would like to know, since Chan was the one who invited himself over”

At his words, your eyes went wide and you immediately turned to Chan, who had an apologetic look on his face as if he was saying I’m sorry but he was also trying very hard now to smile.

“You are the actual worst, did you know that?” you threw your remaining fries at him “I was feeling bad about coming here today while you had this plotted?”

Chan laughed as he tried to block the fries from falling on his face. He was laughing but it was out of pure nervousness. He knew just how much trouble he was in. He was the only one who knew how long it took him to get you to talk to him again after he said a stupid joke you didn’t think was funny. He should have known that by doing something like that he was getting himself into major problems. He just couldn’t help himself and the face you made when you saw him was priceless and totally worth it.

“Why would you feel bad about going on a date with your boyfriend?” Hansol looked between you and Chan, confused.

“WHAT?” Kira all but screamed.

You wanted to hit your head against the nearest wall and maybe do the same with Chan while you were at it.

“Fine! Do you really want to know? Chan and I have been seeing each other for months now. Since the day we went to the bar because Hansol was there. You left me all alone when I could barely keep my eyes open and this idiot” you point a finger at Chan “helped me. We’ve been stuck to each other ever since”

You forced a smile towards her as you leaned back in your chair. Hansol looked at you like you like you were borderline crazy while Chan looked like he couldn’t be more proud of you. It was the first time you ever talked back at anyone, except Chan.

“That was months ago! As soon as we got back from summer break!” she screamed as she mimicked your actions from a few seconds before. When she ran out of fries she used her hands.

“Okay, that's enough!” Chan pulled you up and away from the table “We don't have to get aggressive”

Kira scoffed at him but didn't make a move to leave her seat on the table.

“Would you rather for me to hit you?”

Hansol sighed and he took the last sip of his soda.

“How about we keep our hands to ourselves and call it a night?”

You still were angry with Chan and he was well aware of it, you got in the car with him and let yourself be taken to his place. He didn't try to sweet talk you, he just held your hand as if he was silently apologizing. Maybe you were even a little angrier because just being inside his car with him holding your hand was enough to make you feel less angry at him.

“I'm sorry,” Chan said, his fingers drawing little circles on the back of your hand “I didn't think it would come to that. It's just that I don't understand why we have to keep lying to people"

You should have known that it would come that, that ultimately that was the reason why Chan did something like that in the first place. He was always one to like playing pranks but that one just went too far.

“We're not lying, Chan, we're just living our own lives" he gave you a small smile and looked out of the window “You think that I'm ashamed of being your girlfriend? Of being seen with you?”

For as long as you have known him, or of him, Chan was always one to be surrounded by his friends. It was rare to see him on his own, to not see him talking to anyone. And that was something that you couldn't understand. You weren't a loner, you had friends and people you liked going out with, but you also didn't share your life with those people. You weren't used to letting people know where you were going, what you were doing, and who you were doing it with. In your family no one ever did that, it wasn't something that was nurtured in you. But it's something Chan is used to.

With a sigh, you unbuckle your seatbelt and reached for your phone at the bottom of your purse. You placed a kiss on Chan’s cheeks at the same time that you took a picture with your phone. Chan looked over your shoulder as you quickly uploaded the picture.

“Oh, you tagged me"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the picture for a second. You had your eyes closed as your lips touched his cheeks while Chan had the biggest smile on his face. It was a picture he liked, one that he would probably use as his wallpaper.

You pulled his hand down so he would look at you.

“Don't you ever think that I'm embarrassed or ashamed of you, okay? When I say that I love you I'm not saying it to merely inflate your ego, I'm saying it because that's how I feel”

You leaned forward and let your lips linger over his for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having him close to you once again. Being apart from him during the last week of exams had been exhausting for more reasons than one.

“Also, if you try something like this again I'm cutting your balls off"

Chan wiggled his eyebrows at you and grinned.

“Sounds kinky. When can we try that?”

taglist: @wonwooz1, @ryuwonieebae, @sobun1est, @mirtaspace, @feat-sun, @belladaises, @mhlsymlysn, @immabecreepin, @miriamxsworld, @aaniag, @k-drama-adict, @maiamorrrrrrrrrrrr

if you were tagged, please consider reblogging so more people can see this fic. comments are also very much appreciated

if you want to be tagged in my next fics, please fill out this form

#k-labels #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #dino x reader #lee chan x reader #chan x reader #dino x you #chan x you #lee chan #chan imagine #dino imagine #chan #dino

212 notes · View notes

yyawnjun · 2 months

Text

SUNLIGHT TEARS

an/summary; today for me was such a bad day! I wrote thus seeking comfort, hope this will help a bit y'all! - a comforting moment with Dino when yn is having hard times <3

fluff, hurt to comfort ; leechan × reader ; 0.3k wc ; short scenario ; @kflixnet

Warm. A pleasant warmth through the sunlight caresses your cheeks, while a pleasant breeze passes through your hair. The cool spring air lets you avoid getting too hot, and it also carries lovely smells of flowers that try to calm your racing thoughts.

Lying on a quiet field of grass and daisies, you had your eyes half-closed as you let your mind wander through the noisy thoughts.

Your efforts to maintain calmness and optimism were useless against the intense discomfort you were feeling. Your soul fought hard against the serenity of the natural setting, refusing to give in to anything, not even the helpless cries of the birds.

Everything around you seemed to want to console your wounded soul for some reason unknown to all. As much as you wanted to detach yourself from those destructive thoughts, your uncontrolled mind always kept to return there. Your heart quickened, your eyes started to water, and you started to tremble all over.

"Yn, allow yourself to cry," Lee Chan whispered to you.

Directly directed to your soul, words as sweet and delightful as ambrosia awakened a deeper instinct. Something within you raised, and it was more impulsive than before, racing to your chest and then your throat.

And so you cried. You cried a lot of tears. Your cheeks turned red, crying sounded desperate, the tears poured out, and you started to cry now and again.

You initially raised your hands to your face to wipe away your tears—possibly a little embarrassed by the unexpected event—but the boy took them with gentleness right away.

He lay down next to you, and now your hand was joined with his, and your cries were the only sound in the silence.

Liberating. It had been far too long since you'd needed to cry deeply, so it was liberating to cry that spring day. You had accumulated so much in your soul that you were unable to fully understand the reason behind your intense feelings.

And as the tears, magically illuminated by the sun, flowed down unchecked, your heart was uplifted because it was lightened.

Your head had moved in closer to Dino, who had started to lightly brush the back of your hand. There were so many things he could say to cheer you up, he just wanted to talk. Because all he wanted was to brighten your mood. However, he was so dependent on how you felt that he quickly understood that the most useful option he could offer you was simply to remain quiet and watch your pain fade.

Just as soon as your tears ceased, he moved to rapidly get close to your still-wet cheek. However, you went faster and faced him. Your cheeks flushed as your lips brushed, but in the time of a single blink, your bodies were united in a warm hug.

His aroma took the place of the scent of the blossoming flowers and brought you comfort more than ever at that moment.

He hugged you without saying anything. A little ashamed that he couldn't find the right words to console you, but equally ecstatic to see that your heartbeat had accelerated in unison with his (and not from crying...).

Was there a secret declaration of love behind this?

"Achilles cries too, heroes cry in. And you are no less than they. Please pretty, remember that you will always have here a place to weep, a place to shelter, not only metaphorically" he said pointing to the position where you still stood.

Indeed your hug had never ended; you were still holding each other even though your gaze was now turned toward the brave boy who - with heart in his hand - was talking to you.

In that moment he noticed that your eyes glowed brighter than ever, partly still red and shiny from crying, partly also from his kind words...or maybe it was the magic of love's birth that made you and your eyes more beautiful than ever?

Once again, he had managed to speak to your soul through his soul.

As if you were without strength, all you could do was come closer again to you that reassuring boy who would give his life for your happiness. An explicit confession would only take away the purity from the moment. It was unnecessary to express verbally the soft love that had bloomed, and been validated by your tender actions.

98 notes · View notes

ssentimentals · 6 months

Text

seventeen as their natal charts: dino

sun in aquairus, moon in leo

very intelligent!!! disciplined, unique, passionate about their work - this man longs to hold authority and will have it one way or another, impatient and impulsive, he doesn't like following rules imposed by others, always is striving for the next challenge and is more serious and stoic than he lets on

at certain times you wish you had enough bravery to stand up and disagree with higher-ups, but words get stuck in your throat and nothing comes out. you stare helplessly, looking around to see if maybe someone else has guts to-

'i disagree.'

it's lee chan, of course. fierce determination on his face makes you swoon a little - a lot - and you watch in awe as he calmly stands up, facing management team fearlessly. his puppy-like personality can be misleading, but you always knew that he's much more serious and intelligent than people think. now all of that paired with chan's gorgeous smile and striking confidence and voila, your crush on him was really unavoidable. you almost don't breathe, hearing him talk in defence of whole team, in defense of you. one fact after another, chan didn't leave any room for arguements and looked like he won't accept 'no' for an answer. most of the people looked surprised, but not you. you looked proud. it didn't take long for the management team to reluctantly agree and it took even less time for everyone to crowd chan, congratulating him. 'you were amazing, channie!'

'thanks,' his smile was confident and at the same time bashful as he nodded to everyone, looking around. you stood a bit far back and your heart skipped a beat, when once he spotted you, his smile grew even bigger. 'hey!'

it's me, he wants me. barely breathing, you slowly come up closer. 'have you heard? now you won't have double shifts on the weekends!' he looked like an excited puppy, waiting for the praise.

'i heard,' you say, smiling softly at him. your fingers are itching to fix one hair strand on top of his head, but you hold on. 'it's not only me now, though! there are at least four more girls, who always overworked.'

'well yeah, but i mostly did it for you.'

chan is passionate about everything: his work, his friends, his trainings, god, even his food. to have his laser focus on you is almost dizzying. your throat constricts and you swallow loudly, not being able to break eye contact with him. 'thank you, chan. it means a lot. i would've never- done that. so thank you, really.'

his answering smile is brighter than the sun itself. he looks like he's searching for something in your gaze and you don't know what he found but next thing you know, he asks you out on a date with a confident: 'come to dinner with me. i'll tell you everything about disagreeing with higher-ups without losing your job.' and you said yes.

a true free spirit, he will not settle with anyone who's narrow-minded or controlling; this man loves deeply but also a bit carelessly, his emotional side is complex as he doesn't open up easily. someone who likes to dream big and also has both feet planted on the ground suits best for him, if you fuel his ambition and be his safe place he will bring whole world to your feet

being a light sleeper, you immediately stir at the sound of quiet footsteps. in the darkness of your bedroom, you wait for few more moments and when sound repeats again, you realize that there really is someone in your apartment. chan's supposed to come back only in two days and fear grips your heart as you try to come up with a plan. what to do? there's nothing you can use as a weapon in your bedroom and-

'shit!' there's a loud bang and your legs work before you mind does, pushing you out of the room. 'fuck, that hurt- baby?'

it takes two seconds to register that you're not getting robbed or murdered and that it's channie standing in the middle of the living room. but it takes much more from your body to unfreeze, for your heart to calm down and for your arms to wrap around his body back. 'i'm sorry baby, i wanted to surprise you,' he whispers, lovingly caressing your back. 'you were not supposed to wake up, i wanted to hide all those presents, but i tripped on this stupid carpet.'

only now you notice bunch of designer bags on the floor. chan starts peppering your neck with kisses, smirking in satisfaction at your surprised gasp. 'channie, what is this?' your eyes widen, looking at him. 'for what-'

'for everything,' he interrupts, solemn. 'for everything what you do to me. these five days without you i realized that you are my peace, fuck i hated it there without you, missed you so much. didn't know how to convey, how to tell-' he blushes a little, looking embarrassed. 'and then i just kind of went crazy in the mall.'

you smile, gently cupping his face in your palms and making him look at you. you know very well what he's talking, how hard it is sometimes to put all feelings into words and that it's easier to just buy something, do something - anything to show the love. 'i missed you so much,' you confess and his eyes light up with love and adoration. 'and thank you for the gifts. i'm so glad that you're back.'

chan's arms tighten around you as he kisses you slowly, throughly; he missed your taste so much, he can't not have it again. 'me too,' he whispers right into your lips. 'i'm so glad that i'm back too.'

a/n: i'm all here for intelligent leader!chan agenda :D check out my other works here - nini

#seventeen imagine #seventeen fluff #seventeen #seventeen reaction #seventeen dino #seventeen lee chan #lee chan #svt dino #svt lee chan #svt chan #dino svt #lee chan imagine #dino imagine #dino x reader #seventeen astrology

127 notes · View notes

dirtysvthoughts · 5 months

Note

hello, marathon sex anon back. I hope you had a good hiatus! my latest brain rot is Chan holding you against the wall with your legs round his waist while he fucks you. he would get so into it that he wouldn't have time to get you to a bed before each of you have cum for the first time

hey bestie! welcome back i absolutely LOVED your chan marathon sex ask! thank you so much! 🥹 you may need to claim an emoji or something very soon cause i love all the chan content you are giving me and all of us 🤤

basing this off of the first video teaser for wait bc he looks too damn good and this what i immediately thought of when i read your ask bestie 🫠

imagine chan pressing you up against the wall, your body shivering at the contrast of heat against the cold surface. your shirt is long gone and your panties are pulled to the side, chan’s jeans slightly pulled down enough where he can whip his dick out of his boxers. his lips are attached to your neck and you release such lovely moans by his ear that has him craving for more. when he swiftly hikes your left leg up to wrap around his waist, you feel like you could pass out. only he could make something so simple so fucking sexy.

when he finally puts his tip in, your arms press down on chan’s shoulders, loving the way he stretches you out. he stays still for a few moments, letting you get adjusted to his size before he starts thrusting slowly into you, his name now leaving your lips so delicately and gently.

“chan, ooh - ch-channie,” you moan sweetly, chan biting down on his lips hard enough to draw blood. god he loved it when you moaned out his name.

“yeah pretty girl?” he asks, looking into your eyes.

“you feel so good inside of m-me, mmmm, you feel amazing channie,” you moan out again in pleasure as one particular thrust hits in the right spot. “fuck, don’t stop..”

chan smirks at how gone you are, but he couldn’t blame you. the way you were grabbing at his back, clenching around his dick, and calling out for him? both of you were intoxicated by each other. “i couldn’t stop even if i wanted to baby.”

chan then starts to thrust faster, your body trying to keep up with his motions. your moans become more consistent and whiny as you feel your climax approaching. you soon feel something in your body telling you you’re about to burst, but before you can tell chan, the coil inside you snaps and you’re coming all over his dick.

chan absolutely can’t help the groan he lets out, and he comes seconds after you - the both of your lower halves now covered in each other’s juices, some of it even dripping onto the floor.

you both breathe heavily, trying to regain some of your stamina and energy. before he hesitates, chan shoves your panties down your legs, and you kick them to the side as he lifts you up, your right leg now joining your left to wrap around his waist. he attaches his lips to yours, and you kiss him feverishly, not wanting to let go.

when you separate for a split second, the words that come out of his mouth have you dripping even more. “let’s get you upstairs pretty baby.. wanna see that glistening pussy when i spread your legs out on your bed.”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen imagine #svt imagines #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen scenarios #dino smut #dino imagine #dino imagines #dino fanfic #lee chan smut #lee chan imagines #lee chan imagine #lee chan fanfic

440 notes · View notes

stayteezdreams · 6 months

Text

Autumn Date

Plot: You and Chan have a cute day of Autumn activities.

Request: Pumpkin Carving Contest + Hot chocolate Date (bonus: they wipe whipped cream off of your nose)

Requested By: @tumbleboof

Warnings: Nothing! Just some cute autumn date fluff :)

Words: 1.4k

You grinned happily as you looked out at the large field of pumpkins and various squash. Beside you, Chan had a wide smile that was mainly directed at you. He was excited to be here, but mainly enjoyed seeing how excited you were. It had been your idea to come here, and seeing how excited the idea made you was enough for Chan to agree.

The two of you walked around the large field for nearly half an hour as you picked out some squash to cook, and some small pumpkins for decorations.

As you set eyes on the larger pumpkins, Chan got an idea.

"Hey." Catching your attention he grinned. "What if we have a contest?"

"Contest?"

He nodded, growing more excited. "We can carve them and have the others choose a winner. Loser buys hot chocolate."

You smiled as he spoke animatedly. You had the idea to carve the pumpkins already, so turning into a competition only added some excitement. You nodded your head in agreement and he bounced on his feet in growing joy.

After you found your pumpkin, you watched Chan slowly analyze every pumpkin he touched.

"Chan." You whined after fifteen minutes, "Just pick one!"

Glancing over at you, he saw the small pout on your face and gave in. "Okay okay." He chuckled as he grabbed one of the taller pumpkins he had previously been inspecting.

After finally getting Chan away from the pumpkins, nearly having to drag him when he spotted even bigger ones nearby, you were finally at your house.

Sat side by side, you silently sketched designs onto your pumpkins, eyeing each other every few minutes in a silent competition. Every once and a while Chan would try to peak at your pumpkin but you'd push him away with a gasp, making him chuckle at your cute dramatics.

About half-way through carving your own pumpkin you peaked over at Chan to see his tongue sticking out of his mouth a he stared in intense concentration at his pumpkin. You smiled at the site, wishing you could take his photo but you knew he'd notice.

Just as the thought crossed your mind, his eyes flicked over to you and he grinned.

"What?" He asked with a soft chuckle and you shook your head.

"You're cute"

His grin widened and you saw the tips of his ears turn pink as he tried to focus on his pumpkin again.

"Shut up." He said playfully, only making you giggle.

A short while later, you leaned back and stretched you your arms. "Done!" You cheered happily as you inspected your final design.

Chan made a startled noise as he rushed to finish his, not wanting to make you wait. You giggled as you sat back, watching him, wondering what he had carved.

You decided to carve Totoro into your pumpkin. Part of you was afraid Chan had done the same, as it was one of his favorite movies.

But when he finally let out a sign of achievement he spun his pumpkin around with excitement "Done!"

You smiled as you stared at the surprisingly impressive carving of Pikachu. You giggle as you turned yours for him to see and his eyes lit up at the site.

"I almost did that!" He laughed.

Taking a photo of your pumpkins, you sent it to the group chat and waited for the votes to come in. You and Chan leaned shoulder to shoulder as you waited.

He leaned is head against yours, "Today was fun."

"I told you!" You said as you poked his cheek.

He giggled as he pretended to try and bite your finger making you laugh.

Chan pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. "I knew it would be fun, everything we do together is fun."

You grinned as your chest grew warm, you leaned your head on his shoulder. "I think so too."

"It'll be even more fun when you buy me hot chocolate."

You rolled your eyes before removing your head from his shoulder and sticking out your tongue, making him laugh.

"We'll see about that" You challenged playfully as you grabbed your phone. "Everyone replied!"

You and Chan looked at the messages before you stood up and rose your arms in victory, "Yes! Seven votes for Totoro! Five for the loser!"

Chan groaned as he leaned his head back, "They did it on purpose to make me lose!"

You gasped, "We sent one photo of the pumpkins side by side without saying whose was whose!"

He sighed giving in with a sheepish smile, "I know."

You ruffled his hair and he groaned again, "Is it still gonna be a fun day now that you're a loser who has to buy me hot chocolate?"

He grinned up at you, not really caring that he lost as he saw the bright smile on your face. Standing up he grabbed you and pulled you into a hug.

"Of course. Now I get to treat my baby to a hot chocolate date."

Even though you were grinning into his chest, you whined. "You're supposed to be upset!"

He laughed at your response as he squeezed you tighter against him, "Okay, I'll be upset."

Chan watched you with adoration as you took a long sip of your hot chocolate before letting out a contented sigh.

Catching his eye you smiled, feeling your cheeks burn a little warmer at the look he was giving you. He always had a way of looking at you like you were the stars in the night sky. And it made your heart beat furiously every time.

"You're staring" You said with a soft giggle.

"Of course I am." He said with a tilt of his head ad a tone in his voice that made it seem like his actions should be expected.

You shook your head softly before taking one of his hands in yours, making his grin widen. He squeezed your hand before taking a drink of his own hot chocolate.

You looked up at the sky and let out a breath. "It's getting dark."

Chan nodded as he looked up as well, "The sun sets so early now."

You took another drink, and looked over at Chan in curiosity as he let out a soft giggle. He was looking at you with a grin before he reached out and swiped his thumb over your nose. You let out a giggle when you saw that he had wiped away some whipped cream.

"Cute." He said softly as he noted the bashful look that crossed your face.

He loved that even tough the two of you had been dating for some time you still reacted this way around him. It made him adore you even more, which he hardly thought was possible.

Dipping his finger into the cream in his cup, he placed it on his own nose before leaning towards you, and expecting look on his face.

"Wha-" You let out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes at his antics, before you leaned forward and inspected him.

You let out a hum before wiping away he cream, before immediately wiping it on his cheek. "Oh, oops!"

He leaned back with a gasp before he laughed, "Ya!"

You giggled, "You asked for it."

"Did not!" He whined, but still laughed.

Taking more cream on his finger he threatened you with it, as you recoiled and covered your face.

"No!" You laughed as you dodged his half-serious attempts at wiping it on your face.

"It's only fair!"

You let out another soft giggle before you gave up and leaned forward "Fine" You sighed, with a repressed grin.

He grinned happily before placing it on your cheek. You giggled before you grabbed a napkin to wipe it off. You wiped his cheek first and he stared at you adoringly, before you moved to wipe your own face.

Gently grabbing your wrist, he took the napkin from you, and you assumed he was going to do it for you. But instead, he placed the napkin down before grabbing your face and kissing your cheek, before licking the cream off.

You let out a soft squeal before laughing as he pulled away, some of the whipped cream on his lips. "Chan!"

He laughed as you wiped your face, feigning disgust, as you ignored the heat rising up your neck.

Taking your hand in his again, you finished your hot chocolate date with little to no more cream smearing. The darkening sky and falling leaves accompanied you home as you walked hand in hand.

Spending the rest of the evening watching movies, curled up together as your pumpkins lit up the corner of the room, it was the perfect end to a perfect autumn day.

xx End xx

I wasn't sure how to end it lol I struggled a bit, But I hope you liked the first part of my 13 Days of Halloween!

General Taglist: @otsilliak, @brattybunfornct, @bahng-chrizz

Dino Taglist: @lieutenantn

#dino x reader #dino/reader #lee chan x reader #lee chan/reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen/reader #dino imagine #lee chan imagine #seventeen imagine #lee chan fluff #dino fluff #lee chan x gn!reader #dino x gn!reader #seventeen fanfic #dino fanfic #dino fic

65 notes · View notes

kimbappykidding · 11 months

Text

Part One Here Dino went straight home and he felt like he was floating. He had no idea how you could be together and Scoups not kill him but in that moment he didn’t care. However when he got to their dorm the situation dawned on him and he realised he’d have to be smart about this. So Dino went to the one person capable of challenging his Scoups hyung. Jeonghan. "Hyung I need your help" he started walking into Jeonghan’s room and the older boy smiled. "What did you and Seungkwan fight about this time?". "Nothing...I need your help with Scoups hyung". Jeonghan sighed "don’t tell me this is about Y/n because I can't help you. I'd be the exact same if you were interested in my sister". Dino sighed "why has everyone decided I'd be awful for their sister?" Dino asked "aren't I a nice guy?". Jeonghan frowned "of course you are and it's nothing personal, we wouldn’t trust any of the guys except maybe Wonwoo or Vernon". "Well it feels personal" Dino said "Scoups didn't even give me a chance to explain or tell him how I feel about her". "You like her huh?" Jeonghan asked and Dino nodded "so much, she's just so funny and pretty and strong and smart". Jeonghan smiled "Do you think she likes you.". Dino paused looking down with a blush. He shyly nodded “yes, she told me today”. Jeonghan smiled at the pure joy on the maknae’s face. “How did it happen?” Jeonghan asked and Dino explained. “It was just so perfect....we ended up close together on the sofa she looked at me and then my lips and I wanted to kiss her so bad" Dino sighed. "You didn't?" Jeonghan asked and Dino shook his head "no, she told me she liked me and I shook her hand instead". Jeonghan snorted "really?". Dino nodded "I don’t just want to be friends with her. I think I could make her really happy and I promise I'd treat her well. I just need Scoups hyung to give me a chance and not kill me". Jeonghan took in a deep breath "I believe you and I want to help". Dino cheered and hugged him "hyung you're the best! That’s why you're my favourite". Jeonghan smiled "okay okay calm down! Y/n is the person Scoups is the most protective over. This isn't going to be easy". "That's okay" Dino said "i’ll do whatever it takes!". Jeonghan nodded "good, let's get to work".

Jeonghan’s first idea on how to get Scoups to open up to Dino was to simply start small. “We’re going to show him you’re a responsible young man who takes things seriously” Jeonghan said. Dino nodded “okay...so why are we at the studio 1 hour before we need to be”. “Because this is the time you’re going to get here from now on. Scoups will get here soon and notice the work you’re putting in. When he asks what you’re doing tell him you want to put in the work to make sure this comeback is great”. Dino frowned “and that will let me date his sister?”. “It’s a good start!” Jeonghan replied. So Dino showed up early to work and nailed all his choreography and lines. The staff complimented him several times for being so prepared and sure enough so did Scoups. However when Dino gave him the response Jeonghan told him to, he smirked and ruffled his hair. Not the reaction he was hoping for. You and Dino were still in contact through all of this just more discreetly. Dino had explained to you his plan and that until it worked the two of you would have to act like you weren't in regular contact. You texted most days and face timed quite often too but Dino missed being with you. He wanted to hang out with you properly and anytime he happened to see you through Scoups his heart would race with excitement. You were around quite often lately too because your older sister was getting married and you and Scoups had to travel to different engagement parties and family gatherings. Dino struggled to resist talking to you every time he saw you..but there was no way he could get to you without going through Scoups so he carried on with the plan. Next Jeonghan wanted to show Dino’s softer side and to do this he bribed a member of staff. Was it honest? No. Did it make everything a lot easier? Yes. As the group were leaving the practice room Dino turned to one of the members of staff "do you need any help with Hye today Nari?". Nari shook her head "no I'm okay but thank you so much for the other day". "What happened?" Jeonghan asked making sure Scoups was in between him and Dino. Then just as they’d practised Nari smiled "this boy was an angel that's what!". Dino pretended to be bashful telling her to stop but she carried on. "My children's father pulled out of babysitting at the last minute and dropped them off here! I had a meeting with my manager and couldn't miss it but Dino sat with them for the hour". "Really?" Scoups asked and Dino nodded “yeah but it was a piece of cake because they're so well-behaved". "They're not!" Nari said laughing "but you were so kind and patient with them. My son was very impressed". Jeonghan smiled "that's so nice of you Dino!" and Scoups nodded "how did your meeting go Nari?". Which wasn't the part of the conversation Dino wanted him to focus on. Still they soldiered on with their plan and wanted Scoups to see Dino was also dependable and stuck to his promises. So Jeonghan booked Dino onto a V-live that everyone hated doing. It was one really early in the morning for oversea fans. Scoups usually always had to do it alone and was surprised when Dino said he'd be there but didn't look convinced. Members often said they'd join Scoups and never turned up but that wasn't going to happen this time! Jeonghan personally collected Dino from his room and offered to drive him there. "This better work" Dino said sleepily and Jeonghan smiled. "It's going well" Jeonghan said "we're building you up well and he won't admit it but Scoups is softening". Dino, smiled "you think?" and Jeonghan nodded "totally". Dino arrived early to the live and he and Scoups had a really cute session. He thought Jeonghan might be right and was in good spirits. Scoups had been smiling at him and making jokes with him all day! You arrived for dinner with Scoups and (fully aware of the plan) asked how his early live went. "You mean you weren't watching it?" Scoups asked pretending to be angry but he laughed "it went well thanks...Dino actually joined me for it so I wasn't alone". "He did? That's so great" you smiled and Scoups nodded "yeah it was nice". "I bet you're both so tired but at least you have another person to get through it with". Scoups nodded thinking. The two of you had arranged this dinner as a reward for getting through the rough live and he was wondering if to invite Dino. "What's up?" you asked and Scoups smiled "don't make a big deal out of this okay?". "Out of what?" you asked and Scoups sighed "Dino" he called. "Yes Hyung?" Dino asked. "Do you fancy coming to dinner? Y/n and I have a spare seat". You struggled to not explode with happiness and it looked like Dino was too. "I'd love to!" he smiled "let me just go grab my bag" and he rushed from the room. "Hey why don't you ever take us out for dinner hyung?" Dk called and Hoshi nodded "yeah hyung!". Jeonghan tried to give them the signal to shut up but luckily Scoups did it for him. "Did you wake up at 4 am to do a live with me? No? Then shut up". The dinner was so nice! You and Dino had hoped this would happen and planned accordingly. You made sure to stick to non-scandalous topics and promised not to flirt with one another. You chatted and had fun but remained very much in the safe formal zone. Scoups seemed happy and watched the two of you joke around happily. After the meal you left and Scoups turned to Dino "I've got something I want to say". Dino nodded "okay" feeling so excited. This had to be it! Scoups was going to give him permission to date you! "So I know you and Y/n get on and you've not done anything about that because I'm your leader and hyung". Dino nodded "of course". Scoups smiled "well I just wanted to say I see what you've been doing the past few weeks and keep it up for the rest of the year and I'll consider letting you date Y/n". Dino's jaw almost dropped and he had to stop himself from showing his true feelings. It was May, they weren't even halfway through the year! "Thanks Hyung..." he said trying to smile and Scoups nodded "no problem!". When they got back to the studio Dino took Jeonghan to one side and explained what happened. "Don't get discouraged" Jeonghan said but Dino shook his head "discouraged? he wants 5 more months of this before he'll even consider letting me near her! I'm past discouraged, this is hopeless". "Don't think like that" Jeonghan said "don't you want to date Y/n?". "I do but there's no way that's going to happen...I give up". Jeonghan promised they'd think of something but in Dino's mind there was no point. He figured it was over and he'd never get his chance with you. To make things even worse that weekend was your sister's wedding. As Scoups was the leader, all his members came to wish your sister well and help make sure everything was running smoothly. They arrived early to find you on the door making sure everything was set up correctly. Dino spotted you before you noticed them and he was glad because it took him a few seconds to take you in. You looked stunning and he couldn't recall ever seeing someone who took his breath away like you did. It made him sad to think he'd never get to date you and then you looked up and saw him. You smiled waving and even though all the members were there it was clearly him your smile was meant for. That smile made Dino doubt if he had really given up. All through the wedding you were nearby and the two of you talked but there was always someone there. Scoups, another member or some random family member would end up in between you. There was a dance where everyone changed partners several times and Dino had tried getting paired with you with no luck. Someone else would end up in front of him or one time a guy actually cut in front of him to get to you and Dino had to restrain himself from yanking him back by the collar. The song ended and he never got to dance with you so he retreated to the tables crestfallen. You must've noticed because you texted him to meet you near the bathrooms. He walked there discreetly and came around the corner to see you there. "Hey" you smiled and Dino smiled back "hey! You look so amazing". You blushed "so do you!" and that made Dino's night. "I wanted to spend some time with you and have the perfect place" you said gesturing to a staircase that said staff only. Dino paused "won't people notice?". You smiled "my brother's drunk more than I've ever seen, I think he's too wasted to notice we've snook off". "In that case...lead the way" Dino smiled. You led Dino up the winding staircase and into a room at the top "I really wanted to dance with you but knew we couldn't because of my stupid brother...so I thought this might work instead?" you asked. Dino looked around the room and smiled. You were above the garden and the window was open so you could hear the music clearly. The room must've been where the bride got ready because it was beautiful with roses everywhere. "This is wonderful" Dino said and he extended a hand to you "may I have this dance?". You giggled and Dino banked that noise as his favourite ever sound. "Yes" you said and took his hand "just to warn you I'm nowhere near as good as you". Dino shook his head "don't worry I'm pretty biased when it comes to you, you're perfect no matter what". So you began to dance along with the music. At first you both tried to be good and match the music. You encouraged Dino and cheered as he showed off. Then he got shy and tugged you against him so he could bury his head in your neck. You didn’t mind at all and danced together slowly. “You looked so beautiful today Y/n” Dino told you and you chuckled “you must’ve told me that 7 times already”. Dino shrugged “well it’s true and I want to tell you 700 times. You were glowing and while everyone was watching your sister my gaze was just on you. You’re amazing Y/n and I’m so grateful you’re in my life”. You pulled back to see Dino’s face and smiled “that’s the sweetest thing someone’s ever said to me”. Dino blushed shrugging and you gently brought his gaze up to you. "I know you said we shouldn't do anything before we tell my brother but I really want to kiss you right now" you whispered. Dino nodded "I really want to kiss you too". "And right now would be such a beautiful first kiss". Dino nodded "it would be". "I won't tell if you don’t" you said and Dino nodded "deal". The words had barely left his mouth when you crashed into one another. You wrapped your arms around his neck and sunk into the kiss. It was worth the wait, Dino was very good and very hot. The trouble with forcing yourself away from someone is it never works. It just bottles up those emotions and they have a way of coming out. That's how one kiss turned into Dino pressing you up against a wall while you yanked him closer. “Don’t stop” you told him and he nodded “I don’t think I could if I wanted to” he panted before coming back to you. You were both a mess of emotions and hormones so you didn’t notice the door swing open. "You're dead" you heard someone tell and turned to see Scoups charging into the room. He practically ripped Dino off you and threw him across the room. "Scoups!" you heard someone yell and saw Joshua and Jeonghan appear. They ran to Scoups but he wasn't paying them any mind. "What did I tell you? What did I freakin tell you?" he screamed at Dino who was just trying to get out of his grip. "Hyung calm down, we like one another and want to date!". "Date?" Scoups roared "you think I'll let you date her? After this?". Joshua and Jeonghan finally got him away from Dino and you rushed to make sure he was okay. "Y/n you step away from him right now" Scoups said and you snapped. "No screw you Scoups". Everyone froze and Dino felt like he was going to faint. "What did you say?" Scoups asked and you walked towards him with zero fear "I said screw you! Who the hell are you to tell Dino he can't date me. I'm not your property you ass, this isn't the 17th century where you and Oppa get to sell me off to whoever you like. I get to choose and I pick him. You can either like it or hate it but that doesn’t change anything! Got it?". Everyone held their breath expecting Scoups to explode but instead he bowed his head and nodded "okay". "Okay?" everyone asked and Scoups nodded "if Y/n says she picks you then okay. She’s right only her opinion matters and i trust her". You nodded "that’s better, now shall we forget this ugliness ever happened and go enjoy the party?". Scoups nodded and led you downstairs. The others watched the two of you go in shock. "What the hell just happened?" Joshua asked. Jeonghan smiled "we underestimated Y/n. She might be the youngest but that just makes her all the more powerful". "Yeah no kidding, why on earth did I come to you for protection? She's clearly the one with nerves of steel" Dino said finally able to breathe. Jeonghan shot him a look "watch it, Y/n can't protect you from me" but then hugged him "congratulations". Joshua nodded "yeah you're gonna be a great couple". Dino smiled proudly that he could now tell everyone about you and call himself your boyfriend "yeah...I'm very lucky". Dino came outside to find you and Scoups laughing together, upstairs officially in the past. You both looked up as Dino appeared and Scoups paused before nodding to him. Dino felt his heart swell up and saw you smile approvingly. Scoups patted you on the shoulder and walked away. You approached Dino and smiled “are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?”. Dino shook his head “I’m fine, perfect actually”. You laughed “well if you’re okay would you like to finish that dance? We got distracted before”. Dino gasped “you mean dance in front of people? Together”. You grinned and took his hand “scandalous I know” and took him to the centre of the floor. Dino saw his members watching with smiles on their faces but then he only saw you. He wrapped his arms around you and the rest of the world fell away. The two of you were the last ones to leave the dancefloor.

74 notes · View notes