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Hey babydoll, based on what we were talking about I'd love to hear your thoughts on or let this be a formal fic request if you feel that vibe

I need Channies first time with a big girl. I just need it. His nervous little boy afraid to touch you loosing it till he's licking the orgasm out of creases and folds like origami like hes being sign sealed delivered to cloud 9

His hands grabbing and gripping parts you normally hide cuz he just needs to aaaaghhhh no pressure of course I just thought more about it lol >.<

lol not a problem at all! I’m excited to write about it! 😍

Fucking Perfect

Word Count: ~2.5K

Warnings: Self doubt, swearing, making out, biting, fingering, reader calls herself fat, groping, tearing clothes,

Comment: Bang Chan would never think about a woman's size. He would be fucking head over heels with them because they are amazing, hilarious, adorable, and perfect for him. No part of me thinks he'd second guess her. BUT, I love the idea of him getting his hands filled with her big personality.

This wasn’t random anymore; you can’t just blame it on chance. The universe is playing a wild trick on you. It’s trying to make you seem insane.

This was the third time in a week that you had ran into Christopher Bang. You were on vacation in South Korea with a few friends; escaping the travesty that was your daily lives by going to a completely different continent. And somehow, Chris had been at three of the places.

The first time, he nearly knocked you over because he had been talking to his mum on the phone, looking at the ground, all covered up with his signature black beanie, and spun too fast without noticing you walking by.

He grabbed your shoulders to stabilize you, but immediately retracted them when he realized you were a stranger and not one of his friends, where had they gone off to now? He apologized quickly and offered to buy you a new coffee since yours had exploded on the concrete in the chaos. You tried to brush the idea off, but he was already going back into the cafe you had just left.

The second time, your friends wanted to do karaoke, and you obliged, regardless of your fear of public singing. The front desk told you what room you would be in, and you went first to the designated room. When you opened the door, there was someone crouched over the table. You apologized, and he turned to see who was entering. It was Chris. He greeted you and smiled wide with his perfect teeth, apologizing for still being in the room because he was trying to clean up after his messy friends. He told you to have fun and ran out of the room, obviously embarrassed by him overstaying.

Your friends shut the door quickly and questioned how you knew that adorable man, having only been here for a few days. You just brushed them off, regardless of their smirks, and said he must live nearby.

This third time, you were at a quiet twenty-four-hour bar. Your friends had adjusted to the time difference, but you were still struggling. As you sat at a booth by yourself, sipping your cocktail, you just scrolled through your phone, hoping sleep would find you sooner rather than later.

But instead? It was the one and only Christopher. Your eyes caught the new movement automatically, as he walked in calmly with a huge pair of headphones around his neck and a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. He wore a matching set of all black sweats and a black beanie. As soon as you noticed the gorgeous man walking nearer you, you panicked, and hoped that it was only internal as you tried to keep your calm.

It didn't work.

Your existence in the universe was too impactful, because that same person you were hoping wouldn't acknowledge you, did just that. He smiled when his eyes met yours and turned to walk towards you.

"The fates seem to be in my favor. May I sit with you?" He spoke softly as he stood at the head of the booth, waiting for your approval.

You nodded and ushered him to the other side with your hand. "Your favor, you say. Why do I feel like a stalker then?" You grumbled at the jovial human that chuckled adorably at your comment. Your face couldn't hide the confusion you felt.

"I would agree with that idea, if it wasn't for you trying to get away from me at every turn. This is perfect. I was hoping for a chance to properly introduce myself to the beautiful lady that I quite literally bumped into." He spoke nervously, although his words gave off much more confidence than his voice, "I'm Christopher. Or my friends call me Chris or Chan."

You gulped, unsure of how to proceed with such an outspoken person. Yes, he's handsome, but he just called you beautiful. So, the playing field feels level, "My name is y/n. You can shorten it if you want, but I respond to most anything."

"If I forget it, can I call you mine?" Chan spoke quickly, immediately cringing and coiling his arms around himself in horror. "God, I'm sorry! Sometimes my words come out faster than my brain can process. Someone told me that line and I wanted to use it on someone sooo bad!" He buried his face in the neck of his hoodie when you started laughing out loud at his embarrassment.

"God, beam me up now! I was just going to use that on one of my friends for their cringy reaction, but I used it on a pretty woman instead." He tossed his hoodie covered head onto the table in defeat.

"You keep calling me pretty and giving me all your flirting lines and I'll think you're actually trying to flirt with me, Christopher." You rubbed your arm in secondhand embarrassment for him.

He mumbled against the table and hoodie, "I thought it was obvious that I was."

"What was that, Mr. Steal-Yo-Girl?" You responded before sipping your drink, having only half understood what he was saying.

Chan sighed heavily before straightening out his back and allowing his messing curls and face to be freed. He looked back at you, seeing the questioning look and smirk on your face. He rubbed one of his red ears while he spoke, "I was definitely trying to flirt. It's just your gorgeous and I'm nervous."

"I'm gorgeous?" You responded incredulously, "Have you looked in a mirror recently? You are so stunningly beautiful. That's why I ran away as fast as I could! I didn't want to embarrass myself." You guffawed at the audacity of this foine ass man.

"You're just being nice because I said it first." He grumbled while looking away, obviously shy, but you didn't have the slightest clue why. Trying to pull his hat down to cover his face, he just looked too cute not to continue your teasing.

You verbally tsked at him, "My friends were literally going to pee their pants in excitement from how handsome you are. Let alone the fact you were talking to me.”

He peeked out from under the rim of his beanie to look, and saw that you clearly weren’t joking, which gave him the courage he needed to continue talking about the current subject.

“Well, I’d take any chance I have to make you blush.”

“Any?” You emphasize presumptuously.

Chan adjusted his hat back to its original form and made eye contact with you. Your eyebrow quirked made him feel as though you were testing him. But he didn’t want to make assumptions.

“What is that face for?”

You felt squirmy with his eyes seemingly staring into your soul. Both of you seemingly daring the other to speak up first. Would you risk the embarrassment or would he?

Your brain, confused on the current hour of day, decided to say fuck it, and edge into the risqué territory. “Well, you’re here awfully late, and I’m just awake because of my old time zone. I’m just thinking of what an attractive man would be doing out this late.”

He gave you an inquisitive look as he cocked his head to the side. But the look on your face after his response allowed him all the clues he needed to figure out what you meant.

His mouth made a visible “o” at the connections, “Ahhh… you mean that you think I’m promiscuous?”

“That’s such a strange way of putting it, but, sure. You’re flirting with me and it’s the middle of the night.”

“That’s just a coincidence, honestly. Even if it were the middle of the day I would be hitting on you. I’m just a night owl.”

You rolled your eyes at his dumb comment, which caused him to laugh confidently. Which was very hot. “ Well, I’d respond the same regardless.”

He could tell you were trying to play it off cool, but your fidgeting fingers were a dead giveaway. “Like I said already, anything to make you blush. The glow really accentuates your gorgeous eyes.”

You leaned forward, resting your tits on the wooden table, and placed one hand on your face as if you were telling him a secret, but you weren’t even whispering, “If you like the contrast now, imagine how pretty it must look flushed and sweaty.”

And the man seemed to have frozen. Chris forgot how to function. You just said that. He didn’t read your responses wrong in any way.

“Chan?” You waved your hand in front of his face, still leaning your tits against the table. The press allowed your cleavage to express itself outside the confines of your shirt and caused further malfunction in the man.

He didn’t come to until you actually snapped your fingers in his face. He shook his head, as if the sudden movement would refresh his mind. He grasped your outstretched hand, intertwined his fingers, and lowly growled, “I’d actually love that.”

And THAT is how you ended up in this nice hotel room with the confusingly shy, but also confident, Christopher Bang. He had put on a mask as he purchased the expensive room of the nearest four star hotel from the bar, to hide his face from any impending confrontations he wanted to avoid.

As he shut and locked the door behind him, you spoke up, not knowing the reasons for the mask, “Were you afraid to be spotted taking the fat girl to a hotel room?”

He looked up to see your upset face and immediately felt awful. He hadn’t allowed himself to respond much physically yet, but that was also tied into the mask. So he came close to your front, pulled your hand up to his now mask-free face, and turned your chin upward to look at him.

“I would never forgive myself if that was how you thought of me. Y/n, I swear, the only reason I was distant was because the press is always looking to make me out to be a bad guy. I had to make sure no one recognized me. I will say though, I am very nervous. I’ve never…”

“What? Had a one night stand?”

“It’s not that…”

“Oh. You’ve never been with a fat girl.” You pouted, not knowing what he would say or do next.

“You’re not fat, babe. You’re so fucking gorgeous. I’ve had sex as a one off, but I’ve never been with a stranger. I’m just nervous that I won’t make you feel loved, because that’s what you deserve.”

“Well, lucky for you, I know how to love myself and I’ll help you if you seem lost.” You winked as you placed your free hand on the other cheek of the shy man. He perked up at your response, allowing both of his palms to rest in your hips and pull you towards him.

“You’re perfect.” He whispered as you two allowed your lips to finally touch. He eagerly allowed his hands to reach around your back and pull you up towards him. The grasp allowed your tummy to connect with his hard stomach, making you get hit with a gush of arousal hit you deep in your gut. And, excitedly, get a feel for something else hard that was pushing itself against his joggers.

The moment was fueled by passion for connection. You two had run into enough, both having thoughts late at night about what you should’ve done differently. But fate allowed you both one more chance and neither of you wasted any time.

While his full lips braced against your own, your hands started wandering, so eager to get a feel for the man that your body wanted underneath you. Your nails had been manicured for the trip, and it was perfect, because they scratched his neck as they continued their ventures. Chan groaned when you clawed them down his pecs, allowing one to graze over his nipple.

He felt like a sculpture, and the way he pulled his mouth down to your jugular was nothing short of perfection. The whine that escaped when his teeth sunk in caught you both off guard, “Baby, keep making sweet sounds like that and I might go feral.”

He pullled your hair slightly to signal you to expose your neck more and he growled at your willingness, “I dare you to let go.” As you panted into the air, you felt a tap on your thigh, and jumped slightly. The shock was enough for Chris to lift you off the ground and hold you by the back of your soft thighs.

You yelped and instinctively wrapped your feet around his strong waist. He chuckled deeply under his breath while his face was immediately buried in your chest. He began nipping at them through the shirt while you squealed about how he scared you. “God, I wanted these tits in my face as soon as I saw you at the karaoke bar!”

“If you put me down, I can take off the shirt for-“ but he didn’t let you finish, because he took one hand away from your leg and tore your shirt apart like a wild animal. “Chris!”

“You told me to go feral.” He hummed as he ripped your shirt open and pulled out your breast from its confines and put your nipple into his warm mouth. All you could manage to do was moan at his actions. The hastiness was throwing your brain for a loop, not knowing what to expect as each second passes. You couldn't process a single thought, just trying to be in this moment.

"Yes, but - ugh - be in the moment with me!" You groaned as you tried to keep him on Earth with you.

He only hummed back, while he threw you onto the bed unceremoniously, watching your shocked expression as he continued to stalk towards you, eyeing you like you were an injured deer that he was about to devour. "I'm here, beautiful. But I want to ravage you. If you aren't screaming my name, I'm not doing this shit right.", he mumbled, a dark gleam in his eyes as he licked his swollen lips, "Can I take these off?" He tapped your thighs as his gaze connected back with your own.

"Fuck, Chris. Please take them off! I'm suffocating." He laughed at your neediness. But, he wasn't ravaging you like he said he wanted to do, instead, he was untying your laced shoes sweetly and carefully. He tucked each sock in their shoe and smirked at the dramatic moan you let out as you raised yourself onto your elbow. "Christopher! I'll just take them off myself if you don't-wait- what- fuuuuck..." you howled before turning into a puddle and losing all anger.

Chris had been waiting for you to lose your cool. He wanted to tease you and rile you up. He had pulled you by your feet so that you were hanging off the bed and he could stand between your thighs. You thought you were falling again, but he timed it perfectly and managed to slide his whole hand under the waistband of your joggers within a second, cupping your sex through your underwear.

Your face was contorted in bliss and confusion and he fucking loved it. "Patience, my queen. It'll be worth it, I promise." He allowed two fingers to run up your cunt, spin your bundle, and then the same fingers were licked by his lolled out tongue. "You don't want to rush this do you?"

You seemed to be near panting just watching him, "No... I don't but but- I just want all of you. I bet you're so fucking hard under there." You put all your weight on one elbow to try and reach for his sweats, but he swatted it away.

"You're first. I'm gonna make you forget you ever doubted my intentions."

I'm as much of a tease as Christopher.

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