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wangxianficfinder · 1 year

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In the mood for a Fic...

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1. Itmf, any fics with similar vibes to "Would You Come Home?" by s6115? Esp any hurt comfort fics where wwx's innocence is discovered before he gets brought back to life?

hey, don’t you wanna go? down this road and never come back? Series by comforting_monachopsis (M/T, 25k, WangXian, Diary/Journal, Golden Core Reveal, Canonical Child Abuse, Canonical Character Death, YL WWX, Grief/Mourning, Dysfunctional Family, Angst and Tragedy, Canon Divergence, Fluff and Crack, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Good Sibling JC, Good Sibling WWX, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Good Kid LSZ, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Good Uncle WWX, Good Uncle JC) Ok, so Comforting_Manochopsis' "Hey, don't you wanna go down that road?" series technically counts for 1, but only if you read BOTH stories, as the first story is technically a stand alone tragedy since it ends without wwx's resurrection.

In Exchange by FlautistsandPeonies (M, 8k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Implied WangXian Ending, The Power of Yiling Laozu Sexy, WWX Canon Memory Loss, WWX gets his original body back, Crack Treated Seriously, not for jc fans, Attractive WWX, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

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2. So yall know how there's varying degrees of gray area/open for interpretation of evil-ness referring to jgy? (Was it all planned or just slippery slope/slow corruption? Evil from beginning or tragic fall? How much was jgy vs jgs? Esp with so much evidence learned 2nd hand in a work that thematically repeatedly throws doubt on rumors etc.?) So, I keep going back and forth on how evil to make jgy in my fic, so curious, what r ur fav good, evil, redeemed, or misunderstood and/or tragic jgy fics?

somewhere to belong by KouriArashi (T, 62k, 3Zun, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Friendship, Developing Relationship, Families of Choice, Class Issues, Bullying, Light Angst, Politics, Eventual Plot, Happy Ending)

The Lost Cause by KouriArashi (T, 18k, JGY & NHS, canon divergence, fix-it, murder bros, everyone lives (except those who suck))

Unexpected Salvation series by clipper782 (M, 162k, NHS/JGY, time travel fix-it of sorts, past incest, murder, psychology, love/hate, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, crack treated seriously, demonic cultivator NHS)

What Could Have Been by tucuxi (G, 27k, LXC & JGY & NMJ, fix-it of sorts, everyone lives au, kid fic, fluff & angst, family feels, dysfunctional family, scheming)

Nevermore To Leave by magicites (T, 17k, JGY/NMJ, NHS & NMJ, past abuse, hurt/comfort, family, fluff)

Last of Our Kind by Shiome (E, 103k, LXC/JGY, post-canon fix-it, temporary amnesia, slow burn, hurt/comfort, identity issues, angst w/ happy ending, case fic, pining, Japanese mythology & folklore)

Obligation by ilgaksu (M, 54k, 3zun, canon compliant, character study, power dynamics, politics, sunshot campaign, accountant JGY, courtship, gift giving, WIP)

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3. Ooo fics where A) nhs was on wwx's side during the whole wen remnants debacle. Even if he doesn't have the political power/resources to help (whether officially or personally). Esp if nhs pov. Also! B) Nhs finding and taking in baby ayuan.

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Come From My Inkstone by magicgenetek (M, 150k, WIP, WangXianSangNing, Crack treated seriously, Canon Divergence, Slow burn, Polyamory) starts after they’re all installed in the Burial Mounds.

while covered in mud by merthurlin (T, 12k, NHS & WWX, NHS & NMJ, NHS & Wen remnants, canon divergence, fix-it)

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4. For the next 'itmf' I'm in desperate need for fanfics where lwj gets heavily injured trying to save wwx, it can be on any arc, modern aus work too, preferably happy endings! [ injuries that are not the 33 whip lashes tho ]

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5. This might be a bit of a challenge, but for an IITMF, can I get some fics that give some attention to Wei Changze?? We all know Cangse Sanren is the more famous of the two, but come on!! Give Papa Wei some love!!!

It's A Crazy World We Live In by pupeez4eva (Not Rated, 8k, CSSR/WCZ, WangXian, ZhuiYi, Humor, Light Angst, Canon Divergence, Reincarnation, burial mounds family, Protective Parents, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

The Wei of family by HikariNoHimeWriter (E, 46k, CSSR/WCZ, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, CSSR and WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Male omega with vagina, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Vaginal Sex, Genius WWX, WWX Has ADHD, CSSR Has ADHD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Eventual Smut, Love Confessions, Mating Bond, WangXian Elope, Kinda, Not JC Friendly, not yzy friendly, Mpreg)

Wei Changze's weird day by Weiyingbestboy (Not Rated, 1k, WangXian, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, WangXian babies)

some of @soursoppi ‘s Tumblr comics feature WCZ (they tend to ship Changmian); An example: bunny for dinner LangZe and FoxXian meet Bunji; joking threat of predation not carried out

Wei's Spice Bowl by Aki_no_hikari (G, 2k, CSSR/WCZ, Meet-Cute, Romance, Flirting, Modern with Magic) Modern Cultivation AU; meet-cute between diner owner/chef WCZ and freelance cultivator CSSR

Anchors in the dark by Immortal_love (M, 2k, WIP, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Genius WWX, BAMF WWX, BAMF CSSR, BAMF WCZ, CSSR and WCZ Live, Family Bonding, some hurt/comfort too, Mild Gore, Mild Horror) WWX meets the spirits of his parents during his ordeal in the Burial Mounds

Two Dads, One Box by soursoppi (E, 14k, Chengmian, Modern AU, Established Relationship, Top!WCZ, Bottom!JFM, PWP, Fluff and Smut, Teasing, Overstimulation, Foot licking, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Nipple Play)

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6. hi lovely people! may ask for.. fics where madam lan's situation makes lwj goes the opposite way of 'perfect disciple' and into 'rebel' or 'maliciously compliant' territory (even if only low-key like So He Thinks He's Straight (A Memoir By Lan Zhan) ? bc in another world, using scarce visits to her as blackmail for good behaviour might backfire actually, both if she dies when he's little or in a madam-lan-lives au. thank you!

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7. Hello! Sorry for bothering, since its my first time asking something and Idk if im doing it right-- I wanted to read something about wei ying being in a band, preferable in a rock/metal band, and lan zhan being just a normal person. I really loved forever & whatever, but it's unfinished. The longer the better, and if it's novel/canon dynamics even better! Many thanks! @cosmic-latteh

B-Side by Suspicious_Popsicle (M, 47k, WangXian, Modern AU, metalhead x classical music teacher AU)

Melodies series by sassybluee (T, 241k, WangXian, Rapper WWX, Classical musician LWJ, Modern AU, Slow burn, Fluff, Hurt/comfort, Light angst, Knee surgery) WWX is a rapper and former idol in a group

Pop and Prejudice by flowerofgusu (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Popstar, Pining, Misunderstandings, popstar wwx and music critic lwj, Falling In Love, Pride and Prejudice References, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, POV LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, Pining LWJ, Famous WWX and Non-Famous LWJ, First Time, Light Angst, Soft WangXian)

Talisman by Witch_Nova221 (M, 192k, WangXian, Modern AU, Eventual Romance, Theatre, Rock Band, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Spousal Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Stalking, Minor Character Death, Friends to Lovers, Orphans, Mutual Pining)

(we've got) time for one more by impossibletruths (E, 71k, WangXian, Modern AU, Rock Band, Siblings, What It Means To Be Lonely, Late Night Conversations, Mentions Of WWX's Subpar Mental Health, The Terror Of Admitting What You Want, Weddings, Fatherhood, Music)

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8. Hello! You guys are amazing!! Thank you for all that you do <3 For whichever ITMF post this fits on next, I’m hoping to get recs for Wangxian fics in which one of them gets injured protecting the other, preferably in view for maximum angst. I prefer happy endings, but I’m open to whatever. Violent protective rages are a plus! Thank you so much!! <3 @deathdefyinglifeleaps

golden as they come (but he's bleeding out) by Shializaro (T, 14k, WIP, WangXian, Poisoning, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Phoenix Mountain Hunt, references to canibalism, POV LWJ)

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire) Are you up for cold meticulous slow-build protective rage? This spooky atmospheric campfire story is a perfect storm of Damsel! LWJ, Hurt! LWJ, Hurt! WWX, Protective! WWX, BAMF! WWX, Genius! WWX, YLLZ! WWX, and cosmic horror informed by geeky cultural research.

Family and forgiveness and everything in between by rinsled05 (T, 19k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, canon compliant, fluff, angst, family, romance, feels, pining, WIP) Chapter 27.

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9. Hellloo!! I was hoping if you could recommend some 'Characters watching/reading the series' trope fics, I have already read almost all of your collection but I'm still craving for more. If possible please recommend me some more which are worth reading. Thanks! @iwhateveryou2331

Disclaimer! I haven't read these ones yet! ~Mod L

hindsight by wenkexing (M, 8k, WIP, wangxian, post-canon, Fix-it, chief cultivator NHS, JC & WWX reconciliation, characters watching the series, humor, fluff, angst)

The Other Worldly Encounters? by York_Bronte (T, 22k, WYB/XZ (rpf), wangxian, modern, characters watching the series, behind the scenes, humor)

A Change in Fate by Vaeryn3947 (Not rated, 19k, WIP, wangxian, characters watching the series, abuse, neglect, PTSD, nightmares, hurt/comfort)

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10. Heyyy for the ITMF, please recommend some fics where wwx's parents are alive (Canon Divergence or Modern Au) and he grows up with love and affection (please if possible his parents do not die in the fic). @iwhateveryou2331

tall as the mountains that sheltered us by thelastdboy (M, 4k, CSSR/WCZ, WangXian, Canon Divergence, CSSR and WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Crack Treated Seriously, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Background Character Death, Happy Ending, The Wèi Family are all very tall, POV WCZ)

Words from the heart by MusicMe_tc (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Secret Identity, Love Letters, Epistolary (kind of), Fluff, First Love, First Kiss, Asexual WWX, Demisexual LWJ, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Happy Ending)

I've been thinking 'bout you lately by MountainRain898 (T, 19k, wangxian, modern, high school au, getting together, first love, fluff)

Aki_no_hikari’s Future Cultivation AU series; Wei's Spice Bowl by Aki_no_hikari (G, 2k, CSSR/WCZ, Meet-Cute, Romance, Flirting, Modern with Magic) (link in #5) is the story of their first meeting, and the author assures us that they’re still alive by the time of the main storyline.

The Way We Are by Imer_Jun (M, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, Superpowers, Fantasy, Teen Romance, Getting Together, Some Humor, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, friendships, Happy Ending)

Bunny Love by Naeme (G, 8k, wangxian, modern, slice of life, family fluff, children, childhood friends, WIP)

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11. um.. i dont have anything to say for myself.. but are there fics like this post where nmj's hotness affects ppl majorly lmao :'D i would just like any enemies to lovers nmj x any wen, where he on the one hand lets go of his somewhat black and white morality, and on the other hand, the other person is like 'i love u daddy mingjue lemme just secure peace between our sects real quick so we can marry' ty!!

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12. I'm (always) in the mood for fics where the Jiangs are bad parents to wwx. Not necessarily violent or abusive, but where JFM and/or YZY don't totally bring him into the family. Where they're a bit neglectful or don't give wwx his due, if that makes sense? Especially when wwx just Accepts it. I love the angst of him being left out, or struggling if the jiangs cut him off easily/disown him, etc. Bonus for an outsider being mad on wwx's behalf. Thank you! @math-is-magic

Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 394k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

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13. hi! i'm wondering if we have any fics where wwx is/gets pregnant in the burial mounds? it suddenly crossed my mind. thank you so much! ♥️

Until The End by abCEE (M, 365k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, war changes people, resulting to OOC, no pinning, Established Relationship, Mpreg, Good Uncle LQR, a little grey LWJ, a bit of JC bashing from LWJ, BAMF JYL, 16 years of yearning, mainly CQL verse but has scenes from the novel as well, LSZ is LWJ and WWX's Child, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Canon Rewrite, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

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14. Hello it's me again!

So these requests are for IITMF : A) are there any fics where WWX is a genius (like ONE IN A MILLION GENIUS ) and/or is powerful af and is actually appreciated and loved as he is?

Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 394k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) (link in #12)

B) are there any WangXian fics with the vibe of Chinese drama You Are My Glory ?

* really appreciate this page nd u guys ; cuz you guys are lifesavers as well as timesavers * <3

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15. hi!! for the next im in the mood for, are there any fics that have wcz/jfm/cssr together?? or just follow that theory that jfm was in love with both of them? i feel like this ship is so underappreciated. thank you! <3

you taught me the courage of stars by ravenditefairylights (G, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, CSSR/JFM/WCZ, Single Parent WWX, Sickfic, Past Character Death, inaccurate legal advice, Child LSZ, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Pre-Relationship, questionable jiang parents) background but there

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16. For an upcoming in the mood for post, could I have recommendations for fics where wangxian help each other with their hair? Can be a minor scene rather than the focus of the fic, just love to see it

The Yiling Wei Clan by scifigeek14 (G, 45k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, canon divergence, Yiling Wei sect au, happy ending, families of choice, epistolary, everyone lives au, politics, weddings) I have some hair-doing scenes in my yiling wei sect series and in my two weddings and family reunion home series (scifigeek14)

Two Weddings and a Family Reunion by scifigeek14 (T, 36k, wangxian, canon divergence, shotgun wedding, politics, everyone lives au, fix-it, feelings realization, family feels, marriage proposal, marriage of convenience)

你的阳光下; wanna hide in your light by yiqie (T, 2k, wangxian, modern, domesticity, marriage proposal)

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (M, 10k, wangxian, post-canon, temporary amnesia, hurt/comfort, fluff, trauma, pining, hair washing & brushing)

Yiling Salon: Hair, Nails and Piercing by TriviasFolly (T, 22k, wangxian, modern, hairstylist au, 5+1, fluff)

contractual obligations by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 4k, wangxian, modern, friends to lovers, sex god LWJ, sharing a bath, bathing/washing, hair washing)

like real people do by daltoneering (G, 5k, wangxian, modern, sick fic, hurt/comfort, fluff, hair washing, pre-relationship, getting together)

you lucky querent! Mojo-furen has an entire post/compilation on the subject

💖 Minding series by WithBroomBefore (G, 85k, wangxian, canon divergence, what if WWX got therapy and recovery post-sunshot, trans LWJ)

❤️ Dream a little dream of me by Moominmammashandbag (M, 60k, wangxian, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, mentions of torture, Mention of dismemberment, Coming Out, Plotting and scheming, animate body parts, goose, and supporting avian cast, Anxiety Disorder, Anxiety Attacks, goose!NMJ Reincarnation, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Incest, Do not fuck with NHS, Dreamwalking, Angst with a Happy Ending, JZX Lives) WWX is rescued after many years of torture and captivity, and tenderly cared for by LWJ; his hair has grown so filthy and matted that it needs to be cut short

🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 40k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 77k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days)

Family and forgiveness and everything in between by rinsled05 (T, 19k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, canon compliant, fluff, angst, family, romance, feels, pining, WIP) Chapters 2 and 31. (link in #8)

DanTian Series by ArchiveWriter (E, 150k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Happy WangXian, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic bliss, Family fluff, Tags Vary per story) Dan Tian / Heaven Chapters 28, 42, 43, and perhaps elsewhere—ArchiveWriter likes to dwell upon the physicality of their relationship.

A Cyborg's Three Laws by FairyGardenCorgis, @joshua-beeking (M, 194k, WangXian, Future, Cyborgs, Science Fiction, Science Boyfriends, Romance, Slow Burn, Medical Procedures, Surgery, Angst, Fluff, Humor, Eventual Smut, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ has RA, Idiot Friends to Idiot Lovers, Medical Assault, Dehumanization, obscene amounts of cuddling, Versatile wangxian) see Chapter 15 specifically, although a lot of affectionate hair-stroking in general takes place.

hellinglaozu has returned to Tumblr with this beautiful fanart, from an unorthodox camera angle

shake the heavy by fruitys (T, 6k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, post-canon, established relationship, hurt/comfort, character study, fluff & angst)

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17. hi hello!! thanks for your amazing work <33 for the next itmf could you recommend some wangxian fics where they fall in love and confess when they're still studying in gusu? can be fix it au but anything other than that is fine too ^ ty

Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 394k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) (link in #12)

Just Say Yes Series by edenwolfie (T/M, 338k, WangXian, Matchmaking, Pining, Getting Together, Canon Divergence, POV Alternating, Fluff, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Humor, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Good Uncle LQR, Engagement, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It)

joined delight by RoseThorne (M, 1k, WangXian, fast burn, Making Out, Marking, Frottage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, Marathon Sex, Implied Sexual Content, Love at First Sight, Swords, Horniness, POV Third Person, POV LWJ, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc)

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bitchlessdino · 2 years

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Holiday Blind Hate Pt. 3: The Finale

Pairing: fem!reader X domestic!dino

Genre: fluff, slight angst, slice of life, smut

Word count: 12K

BEWARE OF: THERES SMUT IN THIS ONE YALL, sweetheart! lonely!reader, best friend!seungcheol, enemies to ???, slice of life, swearing, sexual themes, mentions of bullying, mention of trauma, anxious!reader, mention of other SVT members, masturbation, brief spitting and slapping, switch!chan, switch!reader, powerplay, both our mains being brats, daddy kink, facesitting, blow job, unprotected sex, please for the love of god what happened

Summary: All you wanted was your own hallmark romance this Christmas, but it looks like you signed up for more than you asked for when you decided to go on a blind date offered by the one guy you wanted to be on the date with.

author note: So, a lot has happened, I got sick and then recovered. I went on a trip and ended up writing a lot on the plane rides back and forth, and ended up in some kind of horny fog that had me writing about two switches that think they're both doms. is this a bad thing? you guys be the judges. I had a bit too much fun writing this, I almost find it funny. I was so curious how this was going to go because I seriously had no idea how I was going to end it. please let me know what you guys think, i think i went crazy for a moment lol. ANYWAYS WOOZI WHAT THE FUCK. enjoy guys!

Chapters - [1] [2] (COMPLETE)

Time passed like nothing and before you knew it was already Christmas. You spent the day with your family, trying to forget what happened in early December, and tried to enjoy the welcoming overnight stay with your parents. They were coddling as always, making sure to cook your favorite meals, while on the other hand, you made sure to bring them their bundles of gifts. Mom loved her skincare set, while dad was happy with the big fancy grill you got him. But despite that, they said the presents weren’t necessary. They were just happy to have you home and you were happy to be home.

It was refreshing. You had moved away from the suburbs to grow on your own. It was to be away from all parental guidance and overbearing eyes. Although you love your parents, there was something you needed to experience outside of the walls of the place you’ve always called home. Now you were happy to be reunited together again, able to take the time out of your day and cherish the holidays with your parents.

“Are you eating well? You’re not starving yourself in the city, are you?”

“Of course not, Mom. My office building gives great lunches.”

“What about weekends?”

“There are plenty of restaurants nearby and I go grocery shopping every two weeks.” You reassured her further.

“That’s good. Don’t get skinny, okay?”

Dinner time arrived as soon as it ended. You thanked them both and your phone all of a sudden goes off. You excused yourself from the table and answered the call. You greeted whoever was on the other line and a low tenor hit your ears.

“Hi, Lunch buddy.”

You softly laughed, readjusting your hand with the phone, recognizing the man’s voice out even looking at the caller id. “Is that all I am to you, Seungcheol? I’m hurt.”

“Sorry, but I missed you. Didn’t you miss me?”

You hummed. “Of course I do. I don’t miss work though.”

He giggled over the phone. “Same, what’re you doing?”

“I’m on the south side of town seeing my family for Christmas, you?”

“Me too! What a small world. We’re from the same part of town. Does that mean you know about that cozy cafe–”

“--On fifth street?” You finished his sentence. “Yeah, I only went there every day as a kid with my family.”

“I love that place too! Wanna meet up a little bit? I’ll get you a nice hot cup of coffee there.”

“Sure, that sounds fun. Just the two of us, right?”

You gave yourself a new record avoiding Chan much recently since the whole wedding. That night was probably the most awkward and distant you two have been since the blind date. Having taken the same taxi that night home, the space between you two existed for a whole new reason. If Seungcheol was in this part of town this meant no doubt that so would Chan. You did feel ready to confront him just yet.

“Yeah of course,” he confirmed while you were still doubtful, “so I’ll meet you in half an hour?”

“It’s a date.”

You paid attention to what you'd be wearing and let your parents know you’d be out for a bit. You followed a random trail of snow flurries and met the familiar brick crosswalk of the pretty exterior of a cute cafe you talked about not too long ago. The windchimes of the door clanged and you immediately noticed the man at the corner of the room, excitedly waving at you with two drinks already at his table. His body drowned in the oversized cardigan he was fashioning and grinning from ear to ear, resembling a hyper preschooler.

“You’re always the one getting me food.” You happily accepted the beverage and sipped the sweet bitterness that was caffeine.

“I feel like this is the first time we’ve hung outside of work in a while. You’ve always been with Chan. And then that stopped. Why?”

Seungcheol really goes straight to the point, doesn’t he?

“Come on, I’m on vacation. Do I have to talk about this outside of work too?” You groaned, pressing your coffee against your face, shielding away from the cold.

“Like you answer my questions at work. Come on, you don’t think I’d notice the both of you acting differently all of a sudden?”

“Cheol.”

“I’m kidding,” his turn to enjoy his probably ‘too sweet to be coffee’ coffee, “I’m glad to see you. How’s your family? Are you eating well? Are you ever talking to Chan again?”

You clicked your tongue, remaining quiet for a little longer than anticipated before answering. “My family is good, the food was great, and I don’t know. We didn’t exactly part on the best terms.”

“Sorry.”

You mused at him. “What do you have to be sorry for? In this kind of situation, no one needs to apologize.”

“I just am.”

You had been thinking to yourself ever since the wedding. You evaded all of Seungcheol’s instigation and didn’t make any future plans with Chan even though there was that deal you made with him, but at this point, you didn’t even know anymore. So much has happened, so many things you were starting to question, you were wondering if you were the same person you were only a month ago.

“Chan is a great guy.”

“Then why aren’t you with him then?”

“I have my reasons,” you answered vaguely.

“As far as I know, Chan has been the happiest he’s ever been since reuniting with you again. He regrets the shit he’s done and he feels bad about withholding the truth from you. I know I sound like an annoying Cupid, but the kid’s down bad.”

It bothered you how much he was defending him right now. He’s his brother afterall, it made sense, but you could help but get frustrated at the incessant prodding and nagging at your consciousness. Seungcheol was right in every way, left and right, but you were still conflicted. You stared at the man you were infatuated with for all these years and he stared back with a friendly expression.

“I don’t know if I want to see him again. Have you considered that?”

“You just said he was a great guy.”

“There’s a lot of nice guys out there. That doesn’t mean I’ll date all of them.” You refuted frustratedly.

“Tell me the actual reason why you won’t see a man you kissed and liked.”

Maybe you’d regret this decision, but there was nothing holding you back now that you were on the topic. You slid over in the booth over in Seungcheol’s direction, finally meeting his lips in a long-awaited kiss. They cushioned against yours, surprisingly matching your shape, reciprocating your kiss. He was warm and moved with poise. He was as gentle as he could be and almost didn’t believe it was happening. He was good, if not a great kisser…but it felt off.

You weren’t sure what. You had dreamt of kissing the man countless times before, so what wrong? The moment you realized the thoughts going on in your head you parted from him. Seungcheol looked back at you with a simple smile, as if the kiss you exchanged was a typical friendly gesture.

“What was that about?” He asked plainly.

You took a deep breath and stared right into his eyes, ready to pour out all the truth you had left in you, “I’ve liked you for probably two years. I liked you so much I even had your brother who you set me up with to help me out because I believed he knew you the best and could guarantee results. In exchange, I’d help him make Hana jealous in order for him to have closure. You’re everything I could possibly want in a boyfriend and I dedicated nearly a month to find a way for us to end up together all while helping Chan.”

He didn’t look surprised. Seungcheol had this crazy intuition that no one else can explain that gets him to perceive all this ridiculous amount of information before someone can come out with the truth. It was the one thing you did hate about him because he was the worst person to get gifts or plan events for. Coincidentally enough, you were his office secret Santa this year and he predicted it was you and your gift even before the moment he opened it. You were still mad at him sort of until today. Even so, it wasn’t like he could come up with an idea as ridiculous as this in his head.

Despite that, you continued. “You’re handsome, you’re kind, you’re annoyingly considerate. You’ve only ever been a good friend to me and I love you with all my heart.”

“But?”

You blinked at him. “Why do you think there’s a but?”

“Of course, there’s a but.” he grinned knowingly.

“...but, I don’t know anymore. I feel like my head is spinning when I’m talking with either one of you and I don’t know why. It makes me feel like shit.”

There was nothing wrong with it. There was nothing wrong with him. So, why? Why was everything about that kiss so underwhelming? You were so sure of your feelings and Seungcheol was practically the perfect man.

“I think you do know, Y/n. Just be honest with yourself. Why didn’t you like our kiss?” He scooted in the booth closer to you, leaning forward, seemingly flirtatiously, but knowing Seungcheol it was nothing but platonic.

You stared back at him with the most bizarre expression, the thought lingering in your mouth as you tried to push but fight it at the same time. You only had one reason in mind and all you could do when coming to terms with it was involuntarily sigh. Not because you simply realized it now, but because you knew the answer all this time, only pushing further down where you couldn’t see it. The truth was you still had resentment. You hated everything that happened and it brought too much of a past that you wanted to ignore for so long. That his words and actions hurt you more than anything, but that proved your true feelings more than anything else.

You kept telling yourself it was because of your chaotic history that you were angry at him. It was too much of a point you didn’t want to see because you were frustrated with what he did, or even believing that he was far from the next thing you wanted in your life. However, you knew better than to keep lying. It was because it was him that you continued to feel anything. Anger, resentment, joy, and now even guilt. He had a hold on you, far stronger than you ever imagine he would.

“...because you’re not Chan. You could never be him and he’s the one I’m in love with now.” You admitted out loud causing the man parallel to you to break out in a big fatherly smile.

“Bingo.”

You face palmed yourself, feeling the strain in your head ease, but groaning like you were just awoken from the sun blinding your eyes. “Fuuuck.”

“How does it feel to have your eyes open?”

“Awful,” you took your hand away from your face, “because I literally just kissed the brother of the man I just admitted to being in love with.”

He laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well, love is a tricky thing. You think you know one and things change as time passes by and you discover another new thing. In your defense, neither of us felt anything. Consider this some European goodbye. Or some good ol’ fashion closure.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, frustrated. “How could you not react when I am pouring out my feelings like this to you, Seungcheol. I kissed you for god sake and you react like a goddamn lamppost. Am I that unattractive?”

His big, round eyes were electric. The look he gave would make anyone in this coffee shop instantly fall in love with every word that comes out of his pretty little mouth. “Y/n. You’re the most attractive and amazing girl that I know.”

“But?”

He smiled, reaching over the crown of your head and messing up your hair. “But, I’m not into girls.”

“Oh.” You were shocked, not expecting his answer.

“At least not at the moment. My mind is a little preoccupied with a certain guy right now that can’t really put a label on what we are, but not too preoccupied with helping the heteros with their spackle.”

“...I hate you so much right now.”

“Kinda homophobic of you, Y/n.”

You slapped his forearm. “Not that. You literally knew this entire time I was into you and you didn't think for a moment to let me know you’re gay and reject me properly so I can go about my life.”

He shrugged. “I don’t like confrontation. And I’m pan FYI.”

“You’re so full of shit, you know that?”

He giggled like a schoolboy. “Ha. Ha. You had a crush on me.”

“Shut up.” You kept pounding at his side, embarrassed by your confession.

“Now that we got that settled.” He pulled himself up from the booth and took your arm with him. “Now we can take you back to Chan.”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not ready to confront him yet.”

“Well, why not?”

What excuses were you going to make for yourself now? You should’ve expected that Seungcheol had more planned than some friendly meetup, although you half hoped the younger brother wouldn’t be making another appearance since it was still too soon, the other half was hoping he’d come crashing through those doors and taking you in his arms like the inevitable Lee Chan would. That kind of thing happens in all the movies Chan would mention, but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen here. Not this soon anyway.

“I…hate confrontation too.”

“Well, that’s too bad, because I told him to come 20 minutes after I came.”

“Seungcheol!” You grabbed your coffee in a hurry and made a beeline for the door.

The moment you swing it open, you nearly collide with the person on the other side, spilling your coffee all over the floor and slipping on your feet. A pair of arms encircled themselves around you, pulling you against their chest, forcing you to meet their eyes. Man, were they the prettiest almond eyes you’ve ever seen.

“L-Lee Chan.”

He stared back at you with concern. His arms felt strong and reliable enough that you could easily melt in them and not worry about what would happen afterward. You had been evading all ways to contact him and now here you were falling shamelessly in his arms. This was pathetic, even for you. Even your so-called pride was not enough to resist him tightening the grip you had on his thick pullover.

Chan, on the other hand, thought was going through a heart attack. Every day since the wedding, he had been worse compared to his split with Hana. Where losing Hana felt like betrayal and loss of trust, losing you felt as if a piece of him was missing. He couldn’t cherish the time he spent with you and missed you every day you were missing. He thought he really screwed things up with you by not being honest all this time and all he had been doing in your time apart was think of ways to make things up to you. Now that you were in front of him, in his arms, everything that he had planned to say to you went out the window as he continued to be entranced by your presence.

“Y/n. I—”

“Seungcheol at the table in the corner. Bye.” You tried to pull yourself away from the man but he managed to grasp your arm.

“Y/n. Please talk to me.”

“Chan. I can’t talk to you right now, it's too soon.”

“Then when is a better time? Five more years when you meet someone new, have kids, and forget all about me? No. I’m not wasting any more time without you.”

As if you weren’t embarrassed already from the mess you made, you felt eyes watching your every move. You looked over at a nearby employee and mouthed the words ‘I’m so sorry,’ pointing at the coffee on the ground. You took a deep breath and looked down at the hand clutching your arm. You removed his fingers and instead of letting go like early this December, you latched on to yours, pleasantly surprising him. “We should talk outside. Come on.”

You led him away from curious eyes and walked on a directionless path with his hand in yours. If not for the cold, you’d be red in the face, flushed from his mere presence alone. Neither one of you talked for a whole five minutes, nothing thinking about what you were about to say to one another.

“I missed you.” Chan broke the silence. “How’s your Christmas been?”

“It’s been…relaxing. I’m seeing my family and not thinking about too much, which is nice. How about you?”

“Oh you know, the constant thinking of you and of what I can do to not feel like I’m not so much up my ass the next time I get to talk to you.”

If there was one thing to note about Chan was his relentless loyalty. You noticed it with his previous girlfriend, you noticed it when he was you, and you kind of even noticed it with Seungcheol. He was only his older brother, but despite not being related by blood, he respected the man and even took his thoughts into consideration. The man had a habit of latching on to the next person he found himself unconditionally loving and the man was well aware of it himself.

Was it unhealthy? Yes.

Did he need to go to therapy? Perhaps.

But was this the same thing that he had with you? In his mind, no.

You were something he followed like a religion because he felt like he had to your given circumstances. His draw to you was like a colorful dream that he felt himself constantly chasing because everything in his head and mind screamed that there was nothing that could get better than you. You were it for him.

“How’s that going?” You interrupted his thoughts.

“Not great to be honest.”

You halted in your steps and turned to face him. There was no easy way for you to say important things out loud due to lack of experience but as of recently, it seems like you were given all the opportunities to practice.

“I kissed your brother.”

He exhaled and briefly pressed his lips in a firm line, a slightly hurt expression on his face. “I can’t say I’m happy for you, but if anything I deserved that.”

“But I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. And he helped me understand better why.”

“I really hope this goes where I think it’s going, otherwise I'm going back to another month of moping.”

You internally smiled, missing his comedic timed commentary.

“I want to preface it with this.” He nodded, urging you to go on.

“I don't want to be something that you want to be with because you just got out of a relationship or because you pity me. I want the person I want to be with to genuinely want to be with me with no other reason besides genuinely wanting me. I’m done chasing someone I have no chance with.”

He nodded sincerely, he took your hands, stroking your hand with his thumb as he stared deep back in your eyes, awaiting more words and truly breathing in every one of them.

“I genuinely want to be with you with all my heart and I think about you all time even when I’m trying not to. With that in consideration, I think, or at least hope, that you feel the way I do, but I want to take things as slow as possible if that’s okay—no, I’m going to take things as slow as possible. I guarantee you. And if you can’t handle it, then what you’re wanting is not with me.”

He offered you a soft, understanding smile and nodded once more. You spread your wingspan and enveloped him in a hug. Your frost flushed cheeks crushed against the warmth of his padded jacket and you couldn’t help felt instantly better against the cold. His hand took the back of your head naturally and smoothed down the strange moving against the cool breeze. You and Chan had few unspoken moments, given that you both almost had no idea how to shit up, but this was the most crucial moment of silence you’ve shared by far. There was nothing more blissful than the person you wanted to be with in the whole world wanted to be with in the same way.

“I want to be with you. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, as long as I’m on your mind like you're in mind, there is nothing else that will stand in the way of that. I’ll fight all the Seungcheols in the world to make that happen.”

“Yeah, about that.” You pulled away from your embrace to look at him with a deadpan face. “Your brother is pretty much the bane of my existence at the moment. I’m kicking his ass as soon as I see him at work again.”

“What did he do now?”

“He apparently knew…everything? Care to explain.”

“Who knows what goes on in the geezer’s mind,” he attempted to change the subject, bring you back in an overbearing hug, “aren’t you glad we’re together again?”

You can imagine his cheesy grin and the overly sweet voice made you think otherwise about his answer. “Chan.”

“Yes, my love.”

“Are you and Seungcheol keeping something from me?”

He sighed, pressing his lips on your head. “I promised myself I’d be honest from now on.”

He pushed you at an arm's length and gripped your shoulders, and then let his words come out as earnest as they could. “He was the first person I came to after everything that happened. And in turn I admitted your feelings—”

“You have the biggest fucking mouth—”

“And to my relief, he had no feelings for you, therefore no competition, but he was sure of yours for me, so he made me trust him with our secrets and he’d promise that he’d make us happen.”

“You and Seungcheol are possibly the worst pair of siblings I’ve ever met. I hate you both. I’m never dealing with brothers again—”

“And you won’t have to because I’m not going to give you another reason to leave. Please stay with me.” He tightened around you, relief releasing out of him like air out of a balloon and. “Don’t leave me hanging while I fall deeper in love with you.”

“Y-you fall, what?” You muffled his jacket, shaken to your core.

“I’m in love with you.”

What were you supposed to say to something like that?

“You did not just fucking say ‘thank you’ to my brother. Coward.”

“Okay, fuck you, Seungcheol. And this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t fucking meddled. No one has ever confessed their undying love for me before, okay?”

“How about ‘I love you too,’ or maybe the lighter, ‘I’m not quite there yet, but let's see where life takes us.’ Any of those would fucking do.”

You pointed at him frantically. “You’re the fucker that got him obsessed with romantic comedies, aren’t you, you bitch?”

“Everyone love rom coms, bitch. Stop changing the subject. How are you gonna admit you’re in love with him to me and not him?”

“He keeps reciting movie lines to me, you hoe. The fuck are you, queer Cupid?”

Christmas was a turning point in your lives. Having gotten over your attraction to your long-time work friend, he and you have grown closer over time and are randomly throwing slurs at each other like it’s the Olympics for it. You were able to look past his good looks and charming personality to realize what he truly is, a nosy and talkative human being just like the rest of us. Your dynamic had changed for the better, but now Seungcheol had all the reason to annoy the fuck of you about your love life without worrying about your feelings.

“You’re lucky ass is fortunate enough to have a queer Cupid. You know how long I had to deal with your two pathetic asses when my love life was going nowhere. Thank Fucking God Jeonghan took the fucking hint and let me emotionally smash.”

You placed both your palms over your red ears. “I don’t wanna hear you smash anything, emotional or not.”

“Why, scared you’ll get jealous and fall for me again?” He taunted.

“You bring that up one more time, mother fucker, the next thing you’re smashing is the office building as I throw you against it.”

“It’d be funny to see you try.”

“If you weren’t Fucking Chan’s brother—”

“You’d never end up with him in the first place. You’re welcome. Speaking of, why the fuck did you say ‘thank you’ and not give him a normal answer like a normal person?”

“I don’t have explain shit. Chan understood what I meant.”

He gave you a stupefied look. “No, he didn't. The boy is as dumb as a doornail.”

“He’s not dumb,” you defended, “he’s just…slow, sometimes.”

Your phone went off without a hitch and you identified the new name you had for Chan on your phone, immediately reaching for it. “Hi, Chan. How are you?”

Seungcheol gave you a distasteful glance hearing you transition in tone. You stuck a finger out to the man, awaiting the voice of the man of the hour on the other line.

“Hi, just seeing if you’d pick up since it’s your lunch and all. Also, can you and Seungcheol stop talking about me, my ears are itching like crazy.”

You glared over at your friend before clearing your throat and excused yourself to the ladies' room. You pressed the phone against your ear, smiling, ecstatic at the sound of his voice. You would think after saying such a thing after his confession things would be awkward but Chan has proven himself to be more reliable and understanding than you expected. He allowed you all the time you needed to collect your thoughts before you can give him a new answer, even when you knew the answer all this time.

“Any other reason for your call?”

“Just wondering whether you had plans for the new year. I was surprised when you said you were working some days before then and thought I should make plans with you before you decided on taking on New Year's for extra money or something.”

Chan was looking for a reason to see you again. Christmas was a godsend and all he could think about the next time he see you. Time was of the essence and although he knew to give you time, he was itching for the moment to kiss you again.

“Nope, no plans of any kind, no work. Did you have something in mind?”

At the moment, your relationship was undefined and that was okay. You wanted to take it slow after all, but you had admitted to fantasizing the ways you and Chan would finally find a way to make it official without either one of you worrying about making some sort of misunderstanding. You were getting your hopes up, just a little bit.

“Maybe we could…take a trip?”

“Trip? Together?” You swallowed. “Just the two of us? Sounds kind of intimate.”

“Well, there'll be two separate beds. I was thinking a cabin. Maybe a campfire, a mountain trail, a lake. Like a lodging trip, an escape from the city. What do you think?”

It sounded like a set for a murder, to be honest, or the making of a perfect winter getaway with the one person you wanted to get alone with.

“You’re not gonna Michael Meyers me, are you?”

“What, no…unless that’s what you’re into?”

You laughed at him, hands pressed over your cheek. “Do I need to bring anything?”

“We can go grocery shopping together if you want? Only enough for an overnight.”

“Okay, after I get out of work then?”

“Perfect.”

You bid Seungcheol a frantic farewell as you hurriedly headed on the road to Chan’s apartment building. You buzzed yourself in and waited for the owner to welcome you in. Chan greeted you with a smile matching yours, bringing you inside without a second thought.

“How has your day been?”

You sat on a bar stool as he got drinks from the fridge and placed a pre-opened icy cold bottle on the counter for you, opening his own in front of you. “Glad it’s over and the weekend. How convenient that corporate holidays literally fall on Saturdays and Sundays. It’s like my superiors planned all this so they could lay on the work thick. You’re so lucky to have your schedule. I’d die to have a job like yours.”

“There’s a lot of pressure though. I was working with a guy for a month before we sold his house,” he took a swig of his refreshing drink before closing it and placing it in his kitchen counter, “given the house did sell for a lot, the guy was such an ass. Like really fuck off.”

“Wasn’t it, Seungkwan’s house?” You narrowed at him cheekily.

“My point exactly. I’m not doing him any favors again. Hansol Hyung can deal with him.”

You smiled along with him as he continued to vent, not at all minding until you both set out for that grocery shopping. Chan drove this time, peacefully quiet on the ride to the store there, occasional glances being exchanged. Once reaching the store, it had luckily all you needed from marshmallows and chocolate to deli meat and hard liquor to liven up the night.

“Anything else we’re missing?” You asked looking over an online article of ‘must haves’ for a camping trip.

“Think maybe we would use playing cards or board games. There’s no internet, we’d be off the grid.”

“Hmm,” you scanned over an array of toys and board games that didn’t require wifi or much thought for that matter and landed on an interesting deck of truth or dare cards, plucking it from its aisle.

“And you call me the middle schooler,” He scoffed

“I had no one to play this with as a kid. Wouldn’t it be fun to just be childish and ask dumb questions like,” you turned the box over for an example, “‘what’s the dirtiest place you—oh. You’re right, we don’t have to—“

“You’ve changed my mind, truth or dare sounds great!” Chan grabbed it from your grasp and placed it in the cart, walking ahead of you to the cashier.

With much resistance on your end, Chan goes through with buying the deck of cards and you followed behind him, a red hue imprinted on your cheeks as he led you to his car.

“We’re gonna have a great time,” Chan repeated with a smile.

“Can we just skip over the really personal questions?”

“You do that, I’ll make you do all the dares.”

“But I don’t know what on those dares!”

He grinned looking over at you briefly before his eyes were back on the road. “That’s the fun of it.”

His car reached your place and you both end up splitting the camping supplies, not want neither one has the burden of having all of them at one place, and Chan insisted on holding the game cards so you have no opportunity to get rid of them. And the last you saw before you took off was that wide grin on his face saying the words, “I can’t wait to get you to do what I say.”

They sent shivers down your spine in bed, a wet arousal taking over in the thin material of your panties, making your legs clench together at the sensation. You and Chan had not been as affectionate since the few weeks you were fake dating, let alone ever had sex in any point of time, but you had the spidey senses telling you that it might change this trip, and that made you admittedly look forward to the trip more. You pulled the covers over your head, lost in your dirty thoughts.

You could feel your hand trail down to a path of no going back and imagined a sweaty Lee Chan towering over you and you laid breathless underneath him. You could mentally hear him call out your name and gain control, handling you however he wanted and you telling him your deep desires as he sensually reciprocates. You pressed your lips in a firm line, suppressing your moans as you pictured your fingers to be his with his lips trailing over your body. He’d be going at the perfect pace, the kind that’d urge you to say, ‘just like that,’ all while he curled his lips up in the sexy grin he’d make. He’d fuck you like a champion, and you could feel it hit you. Your moans would slip past your lips, not bothering to quiet yourself any longer, meeting your ultimate—phone call.

You frantically wiped your fingers on your sleepwear, noticing the devil's name himself on the caller id. “H-hey Chan…what’s up?”

“Not much, just wanted to hear your voice before I go to sleep.”

“O-oh..how sweet.”

“Why do you sound so tired, you’re taking a breath every three seconds.” He questioned.

“Oh,” you coughed, “I just came from a run. Still kind of tired.”

“Oh, okay. Pretty late in the night, thought you’d be sleeping.”

“Well, I wasn’t sleepy, thought I’d, you know, tired myself out.” How true that statement was.

“Aw, well I hope you can get to sleep soon. If you still can’t, just call me and I can lull you to sleep.” He chuckled.

“I’ll consider it,” you respond nervously, knowing how his voice would be far from the solution to your recent restlessness, “I’m gonna take a shower. Good night Chan.”

“Good night, Y/n.”

You hung up on him, bathing in your own sinful guilt, just knowing this was going to be a really long trip.

After relentless days of paperwork and Seungcheol’s snarky remarks regarding how you needed to ‘get it on,’ you were getting ready to meet with Chan in the middle and take a shuttle to the location. He was giddy seeing your face and took your hand in the first opportunity he got. He sighed in content as your bottoms landed on the comforting cushion of the seats.

“This’ll be so fun,” he exclaimed.

“How far is it?”

“It’s a two hour drive. We’ll have this little place with a bathroom, kitchen, and even a place for a campfire. I’m so excited. I hope you like it.” He softly clapped.

You tilted your head at him. “How’d you find this company in the first place?”

“A coworker of mine took his girlfriend there. Said they had a great time and I thought it’d be fun to see the stars for the new year, instead of loud fireworks polluting the air. I mean, I like how they look, but it's nice to see something different for a change and breathe some fresh air.”

You grinned, appreciating his answer. He looked like a student getting ready for a field trip, all smiles watching people load on the bus. You left occasional glances at his hands, tapping restlessly on his armrest. He was being so cute right now, you could just die.

When he turned his head to you, taking your hand as if he read your mind and squeezed. “I’m happy you’re the one going with me.”

His eyes were lit up, being all the fireworks you could ever need for this new year. You returned his gleeful expression. “Me too.”

Every group or person had a small cabin to themselves, all varying in size according to the size of their party. You and Chan shared a smaller cabin with a small kitchen and bathroom as he mentioned. It was cozy and simple, like one of those pretty getaway spots you’d find on Pinterest. The beds were toppled over each other like a bunk bed. One queen size hovered over the other attached on the wall with enough space for one to not bump head against the hard surface of either the ceiling or the top bed.

“This is so cute,” you said in awe.

“Wow, this is way better than the pictures. Which bed do you want?”

“Well what about you,” you retorted, “what bed do you want?”

He shrugged, “I’m okay with either one.”

“Alright then, I’ll take the top.” You pointed.

“Good call. I’d probably fall off that somehow.”

You grabbed that railings that lead you up to the spot you’ll be slumbering tonight and tested your weight against it, watching it pass your inspection. You gave him a thumbs up and climbed back down to help him unpack your belongings. It was somewhere between too early and just right for lunchtime that you both agreed to make an array of food for brunch. You gazed upon the sizzling bacon and at the same time ensure the waffles were browning perfectly. Chan handled squeezing the juice out of several fresh oranges and watched the frozen packaged fried chicken heat up in the conventional oven.

“Ugh, the cabin is gonna smell so good. I’ll be craving bacon all night.” You groaned, hearing your stomach growl.

“Good thing we brought plenty. After the bacon is done, we can use that same pan for eggs.”

“Smart.”

The moment the freshly made crispy bacon hit your taste buds, you hummed in bliss. Chan divulged into your waffles and his eyes lip up at the crunchy top layer and immediately transformed into a buttery, sweet flavor in his mouth. “Your waffles are so perfect. This is the cooking that I neglected.”

You gestured proudly at your form. “The best you’ll get in these parts. So far I’ve heard no complaints.”

“Man, if dinner is anything like this, I’m going to your place every meal.”

When the meal ended, you both pulled out your source of entertainment for tonight. You managed to pack a Bluetooth speaker and a playlist downloaded from your phone, blasting some comforting lofi beats in the background. Chan, on the other hand, grabbed the forsaken cards out the front sleeve of his backpack and grinned at you sinisterly.

“Time to play,” he sang.

You answered him with a look of disparity, forcing yourself to follow him in his direction and accompany him on his bed. He shuffled each deck in front of you, red indicating truth and blue indicating dare. The first card to be pulled out was by your hand, an alarming red.

“‘When was the last time you masturbated to someone in this room?’ Oh my god, this was in the toy section of Target!”

Chan let out a hearty laugh, toppling over on his bed, watching as you get a mini panic with a hard blush on your face over the frankness of those words on the card. “This is too good. Well, answer the question, or.”

He grabbed a bottle of tequila from the fridge and popped it open in front of you. Two shot glasses appeared in his hands and he poured two hefty glasses on the kitchen counter before handing one to you. “You can take a shot. ”

“We’re starting off so strong, though. What kind of question is this?” You sputtered.

“Drink then. Or answer, you’re safe here.” He grinned mischievously.

You swallowed down the contents of the glass, hating how it left a burning sensation in your throat.

“You’re boring.” He pouted.

“And you’re evil. Your turn.”

He grabbed a blue card, and read the lines. “Get comfortable, strip yourself of any article of clothing on your body.”

Your eyes widen, almost scared, yet excited, at what he’s prepared to about to remove from his body, “you can just drink—”

“I guess you finally do get to see me strip, huh?”

His hands rose in the air, ghosting over his body. A sly smile appeared on his face, noticing your eyes follow him. “What’ll it be?”

His digits landed on the fabric of his long sleeve, smoothing over the texture, but ultimately moving past it. He teased the hem of his jeans. The pad of his thumb and index pressed around the hem firm and slid around the waistband. He even made his way to the top button, feigning any intention of unlatching such. Instead, his body landed back on the bed. He lifted a leg up in the air and reached for his sock, pulling at the tip and sliding it off, exposing his bare foot.

“While I’m at it,” his arm stretched over at the over foot, and before he could you kicked him with your own foot, erupting a fit of laughter from him.

“You should’ve just drank.”

“But the look on your face is so worth it.”

He laughed with his lips and eyes. It was almost annoying how attractive even his laughing was, which was one of your weak points, to be frank. How could someone with their whole mouth open look just as cute with their mouth closed?

With a scowl on your face, you grabbed the next red card and read it out loud. “What was the most scandalous thing you’ve worn in public, extra points for pics.”

Chan let out an intrigued ‘ooh,’ and nudged your side. “Any memorable, wild phases?”

You licked your lips before grabbing your phone from your back pocket. You looked through your photo album, while Chan tried to get a sneak peek. You tapped a peculiar photo and handed it to Chan willingly. When his eyes landed on the photo, he was pleasantly surprised and turned on by the rare photo of you dressed so skimpy.

“I met a girl who offered a gig as a shot girl for this expensive event and she’d guarantee that I’d get a decent cut and a fair amount of tips. One condition was that I’d have to get dressed in something pretty revealing.”

In the photo were you and two other girls, matching in outfits, all have in common a tiny little top that showed more than enough of your cleavage along with a tiny pleated skirt that was just the length to cover your midsection and the skin of your cheeks. This was enough to get Chan’s throat dry and whatever he had going on down there was happy to see it. You looked almost shocked there as if you were surprised the photo was being taken, but that expression itself was seemly erotic to the point of him picturing you making the same face underneath him.

Chan cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure, and handed the phone back to you with his eyes still lingering on the screen. “I’m shocked. Didn’t think you had that in you.”

“When you’re a broke college student, you’d do a lot of things for a quick buck. That gig alone got me two months' rent and an all-expense-paid dinner by the party host. I can’t lie, it was a great time.”

“So…you still have that outfit?” He raised a brow.

You shook your head, feeling the slight hun of the tequila in your system. “I just borrowed the outfit, but I think about it every day. My tits look great in that photo.”

“They really do.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty, playfully shoving him. “Truth or dare.”

“I’ll do truth this time.” Picking out a card from the red deck, he read the words, “What’s the biggest turn on you learned you had from being with someone?”

“Now that sounds interesting.”

Chan grinned before pouring himself a shot glass and downing it instantly.

“Hypocrite. It wasn’t even that bad a question.”

“Yeah, but you’re the only one drinking. Thought I’d join in on the fun.”

Despite being only 3pm, many shots were taken, many questions and dares were done, leaving only two red individuals, flushed from either the alcohol or the embarrassment of having done all that you did.

“Who's winning?” You slurred.

“Who's counting?” Chan slurred back.

“Okay then, dare…Let someone text anything they want to the last partner you were with.” You huffed a big breath of air. “I really don’t wanna do that but I am way too drunk to drink anymore.”

Chan happily obliged, watching you pick out the contact allowing him to take your phone and he began to read his message aloud. “‘I can't wait to ride you tonight.’ Winky face. ‘Oops, sorry that was for someone else. My bad.’”

He sent it satisfied, tossing it back to you and you shook your head at him, comfortably stomach down on his bed. “God, you’re so crude. Your turn.”

He drew another blue card. “Give a person of your choice a…lap dance.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Why are you smiling so hard? Just come here and get it over with.”

You sat up on the end of the bed and Chan on the opposite got up from the bed. He stood firmly in front of you, balancing himself by leveraging the loft bed with a strong grip. He stared down at you in a dark daze, a boyish smile on his face. He always looked for an opportunity to show off and being a bit tipsy, he had more confidence than necessary. He threw his right leg over one side of your body and the other to your left. His body hovered over your thighs before landing down. He naturally swayed his hips, slight thrusts made in your direction every few seconds. His chest would hit against yours and those eyes would watch for the even slightest change in reaction.

You didn’t know where to look. Fully clothed, Chan managed to perform well, even teasing to pull at the hem of his shirt like previously, only this time to follow through, and exposed how he had nothing underneath. His body was like a work of art, created and formed like sculpted in detail in a heavenly vision. He had this manic-looking smile, and you submitted to his guidance when he took your hands to place them on his flushed skin. He was drunk beyond compare but he was far from clumsy. Your hands smoothed over the mold of his torso and mouthed a word of awe. Your hand wandered and much to Chan’s pleasure, resulting in a bunched-up excitement in the crotch of his pants. You felt it graze you as he grinded, lost in his dance, lost in your eyes, lost on how indescribably drunk he was on your touch and however many shots he’s taken.

You met each other’s foreheads, you mixing your beads of nerves with his of exhilaration. His mouth opened agape, too focused to utter words, as his hands cupped your face. He was breathless as his lips ghosted over yours, feeling him slow down his pace for a more slow and sensual grind. Your hands took place on his back, elbows down and hands up. He lingered, holding on a longing gaze. If it hadn’t been for the loud birds heard in the distance, who knew how long it would go or where you would end up. You looked down at your lap, sobering up at the sight of the tent in his pants.

“Uh, wow, maybe you really are a seasoned dancer.” You managed to utter.

“It helps in cases other than the dance floor.”

“Right. Well, that was fun. I think I’m gonna take a walk.” You slid from underneath and took your coat and beanie from the chair.

Chan landed back in the bed puzzled. He wondered whether he scared you or had been too forward, feeling himself sober up as well. He watched as you managed to grab things and help yourself out the door. He urged himself to follow after, quickly dressing conservatively.

You sighed in relief as the cool breeze hit your red cheeks, cooling you off from the intense experience you’ve had just moments before; and walked along the trail. Chan followed after, immediately catching up to you and matching your pace. You walk along beside each other buzzed and appreciating the beauty of nature you both hardly get to see residing inside the city.

“It’s peaceful out here.” You mention awkwardly.

“I can see why people intentionally live in the woods. Must be nice to wake up to the sounds of nature.”

“Yeah.”

God, there was that silence again. You twiddled with your fingers, watching him from the corner of your eye, still blushing from the thought of his drunken state. You couldn’t help but run those dark, sexual thoughts in your head, knowing he’d probably be doing the same but tried restraining yourself before something could happen. Who knows what will happen the moment you give into the tiny devil on your shoulder. Chan would look to your side more boldly than you would and the worry was explicit on his face as he pondered the idea of whether you were starting to have regrets agreeing to the trip.

“That might have been too far. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head at him. “Oh no, not that. I’m just—I want to see the trail since we only saw it from the drive here. It’s cool how everyone gets their own perimeter of the area so that they can have their own privacy. It's like you actually have a mini-vacation away from the city. I feel like I’ve seen this before in a movie. Except it’s way better and you don’t have to see other people to have a good time in the woods—and I’m rambling aren’t I?”

Chan let a soft grin appear on his face and nodded. You shielded away from his gaze, knowing you’d just get probably just be no better than the first and second time you kissed him; on the verge of taking every piece of clothing so you could feel his skin against yours. You were shocked at your own thoughts, curious how this lack of control erupted, and are constantly reminded that it had been Chan’s doing as he took your hand and intertwined it with his. Neither of you thought to bring gloves, so you simply relied on the warmth of each other’s body heat.

“There’s a lake out here. We can look over it and maybe see some animals before we get dinner going and a campfire.” Chan offered.

You nodded in agreement and trod the dirt-coated surface under your feet. The weather was sunny with a chance of freezing to death, so the campfire sounded lovely in theory. His hand clasped with yours, slipping into his coat pocket. The padded material surrounded your cool skin. You wondered if that campfire was necessary anymore from the heat building up for his natural warmth.

You had been walking together sometime and you noticed a big boulder fit enough for two people. Pointing in its direction, you nudged nonverbally for you both to sit. He hummed and allowed you to lead him to a seat. Your hands still attached, he reeled you in beside him, your knees touching.

“I have a lot to say to you and with a few drinks, I think I can finally say some of it without it becoming nonsense.” You announced without looking at him.

“Okay.”

“I lied. I was mad at you then and sometimes I still am. But when I look at you, it starts to go away and maybe I don’t want it to go away. Maybe I want to stay mad at you for a little longer because I think you deserve it. But you’re also hard to stay mad at, I’ve learned. And I’m only mad at you because I genuinely think about being with you, but you probably knew about all that already.”

“I didn’t, actually. You’re harder to read than you think.” He admitted. “Thank you for telling me.”

“That’s what makes you more irritating, you know. I should hate you, but here I am with you. Thinking about you,” you meet his eyes that stared hopefully at you, “looking at you, caring about you.”

“That’s a lot of things having to do with me…I don’t know whether to be flattered or scared.” He jestered with a lighthearted smile.

“If anything I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll start liking you too much. I’ve been at the before I don’t know whether I can fully trust you or anyone yet. Wanna hear a story?”

He nodded.

“That ex you texted. He was my first love. I really liked him. Then he realized he didn’t like me as much as I liked him and he left me alone when I thought we were at our happiest. If there’s anything that's more scary than being alone, that’s being happy and having it taken away from you. I’m scared of being happy. I was content with adequacy. Until you.”

You took a deep breath. “Are you going to do that? Are you going to take it away when I’m happy with you and I expect it the least? How long do you think you’ll be in love with me?”

Chan has yet to live another day being totally shell shocked by your innermost thoughts, pain being struck deep at his core. He didn’t know how no one could not love you that way he does. Your eyes spoke stories that way your lips did and every word you uttered with another painstakingly harsh reality you’ve once faced. He loved that about you. He loved despite the shit you’ve gone through, you were stronger than you’ve ever been and although you didn’t need it, he wanted to protect you. He wanted to offer you only the best things in life to you and would want you to never have to experience those kinds of things again.

“I’ll always love you. When I love someone, I’m meant to love them for as long as they love me, but with you I hope that you look at me like how you are right now for as long as I’m alive. That’s what was the first thing I found attractive about you; your eyes.”

“My eyes? What about them?”

“You alway look like you have more to say and things you didn’t say, I imagined what you could be saying with your eyes. Happy,

sad, angry; they look pretty no matter what mood you’re in, but they’re the prettiest when you look happy. And I want to see that everyday.”

“Good.”

You reached to cup his cheek and held your lips against his, softly pressing pressure. He closed his eyes at impact and moved along more slowly at your tempo. Your body directed towards and sighed in content at the familiar sensation you missed. The reunion was brief but nonetheless impactful as any other kiss you’ve shared.

“You hungry? Should we go back and cook that steak?” Chan said, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You groaned, “Oh my god. I forgot we bought steak. That over a skillet on an open fire sounds so heavenly right now.”

You both giddily headed back to your quarters and you were the first one to the fridge, readily grabbing the perfect cuts of meat. Chan got the fire started and you started seasoning and concocting an herb butter to grease up the skillet. Bring the ingredients out, you hand Chan a pair of heat resistant mitts to match yours. It fascinated you to cook outside for the first time. The fire rose high and you were in the constant worry of Chan hurting himself, asking him occasionally if he needed any help. He would give the same answer with a cute grin, assuring you there was nothing to worry about and luckily he was right. The steaks were cooked to a golden brown and once cut contained the medium rare pink you wanted.

“I don’t want the night to end. It needs to stay 2021 for a little longer.” You moaned with meat in your mouth.

“You realize we’ll be here even 2022. We’re sleeping at night. You know what that means?”

“S’mores?” You lit up.

“That and more truth or dare,” he teased.

“Noooo.”

“Yessss.”

Chan went on his word when he said you were playing again and it felt like the cards got progressively worse as the sun went down. There was a mess of red and blue on the bed and were met again with a red flush from chickening out on so many truths and/or dares. Chan seemed mostly fine. He was just straight up drinking no matter the truth or dare to catch up with you.

“Wear your underwear as a hat a whole turn. That’s fucked up.”

Chan let out a trail of clown laughter hearing the words as you stretched out to pick the clean undergarment from your duffle and stretched its elastic over your head. “It’s only until you do your next dare anyway, it's your turn, Chan.”

“What is the—oh my fucking god I can’t take you seriously looking at you!”

“Shut up and read!”

“Okay, okay, captain underpants. What is the most…you’ve done for sex…wow…Well, we both know the answer to that question.” He reached out for the glass but you halted him in his tracks.

“No, no, say what's the worst thing you’ve done.”

He coughed. “Well, if I had to pick one, out of all the shit I’ve done to you back then, it was probably…that cafeteria raid; your breaking point. The shittiest thing I’ve ever done to a person. All of them were bad, but that was the first time I saw your reaction to it. The moment I think I humanized you…I’m sorry.”

The cafeteria raid was one of the most humiliating moments of your life. Worse than Prom night even. It was the day Hana and her posse of clout chasers, minions, and followers all ganged on you together. Picking all the cafeteria trays they could, they would throw them at you, brushing you from head to toe, making you walk from class to class the rest of the day, stained with condiments and that day's lunch. It was why you brought your own lunch so often or met Seungcheol who brought lunch to you. You had a hard time stepping into cafeterias or cafeteria-themed restaurants until you could slowly ease out of your trauma. You couldn’t exactly remember Chan’s face that day, him not being such a significant person to you in the past, but you remembered his laugh. That precious laugh you loved was so evil then.

You felt yourself boiling for a moment until you reminded yourself that it’s all that was going to be; just one moment of your past. Things were different and you were doing well. Chan had this obvious guilt that showed on his face and you softened. Despite being the one with the panty over their head, Chan was probably the most embarrassed for his actions.

“Hey…water under the bridge, okay. It’s not fine what you or any of them did, but you have remorse and that’s what matters okay. I’ll go next.”

You left a soft stroke to his side before pulling a blue card. “Remove your bra without taking off your shirt. Again with the underwear!”

“You don’t have to do this o—”

“I’m doing it, it's not that bad, fairly easy actually.”

You pulled the panty off your head and put your arms under your shirt, slipping underneath to reach the clasp. Unhooking the metal pieces, you slipped one arm out of a strap and then the other. Quickly and efficiently, you pulled it from under your shirt, revealing a pretty lavender sheer piece with gold flowers embroidered all over. If you were being honest, you were exposing yourself a lot sooner than you thought you would in front of Chan tonight, but it was New Year’s Eve, who gives a fuck?

“I have much to learn from your skills and choice of lingerie…is it a matching set?”

You chuckled, not answering, and simply gestured to him to pick another card out.

“Figures.” He took another red card. “When do you feel the sexiest? Hmmm. That has to be after I perform a dance, but shit I haven’t danced in so long. Last time was probably when I volunteered to teach tango for my company’s fundraising event.”

“But you’re always sexy.” You blurted out.

“Oh.” He winked. “When do you think I’m the sexiest if I’m always sexy?”

“That’s not on my card so I’m not answering…Make out with someone of your choice, and don’t stop until the other gives out.” You glanced over at Chan and he was cheesing like there was no tomorrow.

You smile at him with your hand teasingly hovering over the tequila bottle but Chan came crashing down and the last words you heard before he deep dived with his tongue were, “Like hell you are.”

His arms gripped your arms as he pulled you on top of him, his back against the bed and the cards on the bed briefly launching up in the air at impact. His kiss was sloppy and overtly confident as a typical drunk is. You giggled down at him, reciprocating just as messily. Neither of you took it seriously initially, but once both held the gravity of the situation, the kiss got deeper and aggressive. You went on him slow but hard, your thighs clenching around his form as Chan’s hands grew curious underneath your shirt and remembered how you removed your bra just moments before. He traced over the smooth surfaces and some that were textured. He couldn’t feel more at home under you.

You could feel him poking at your thigh but it doesn't scare you off this time. You embraced it instead and grinded down, letting it hit the warm arousal pooling inside you. He uttered a deep groan, reaching for the help of your shirt and helping you pull it over your head and onto the side of the bed. His half-opened eyes followed the drop of your breast as gravity pulled it down into view, while you positioned yourself up. You reached down to the end of his long sleeve and helped him as he did you, exposing both your torsos, making you grin eagerly as the stiffness of your nipples hit the sensation of his cool skin when you reunited for another kiss.

His fingers wove into your hair, thoughtfully palming over an exposed breast, while you trailed down his chest, tracing down every dent and line you found on his body. You then met the top of his jeans, the same one that taunted you in Chan’s so-called ‘strip tease.’ Unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, palming the member over the precum-stained briefs. You let out a low chuckle.

“It’s a good feeling knowing how cute you get when you’re horny.”

“Cute, huh. It's only cute because you’re the one on top of me. It wouldn’t be so cute when pounding inside you.” He growled.

“Too bad I'm in charge then.”

You slipped out of your track pants, leaving you in only the cheeky underwear that was missing its other half. Slack-jaw, Chan was left breathless. No wet dream he had of anyone would compete against how you looked so confident and determined to dominate while on top of him. You pushed your hair to the side, satisfied at his reaction. You push the hair on his forehead, slicking it back on his head as you stick your tongue out of the corner of your mouth.

“I’m going to play with you like you played with me. Is that okay, Chan?” You stroked the side of his face, a dark alluring voice lulling him to a spell of unconditional compliance.

He nodded mindlessly, only watching as you had him in your complete control.

“I’m going to need to hear it from you, baby.”

You caused a stir in the pit of his stomach as he tried responding calmly to the abrupt use of a pet name.

“I…I would really like that.”

You hummed, brushing your thumb over the bottom of his swollen lips. You scoffed. “I wouldn’t have known how soft you get and easy to control if you hadn’t been so awful to me. Maybe I would’ve really tried to steal you back then. You would’ve liked that, I imagine.”

“I think I’d do anything you’d want me to.”

“Really?” You prodded.

“Yes.”

“Then…” you drew your lips to his ear, one hand slipping past his undergarments and claiming the inflated shaft, twitching in your grasp, “I bet you’d really like it if I touched there. Your cock is huge in my hand.”

“Oh, y/n…”

“Tell me how you’d like it. My hands, my mouth, or should we just get straight into the most exciting part?” You tensed him between your fingers, urging a throaty groan.

“I want it…how ever you want it.”

“Wow, you really do want to make me happy.” You moved off from him and spread his legs apart.

You made yourself comfortable in between his firm thighs. Pulling your hair in between your thumb and index, your free hand rested on his crotch before pulling his briefs and pants down completely. You admired him in his entirety, almost In disbelief how he was all yours. You dipped your head, wrapping your lips on his top before letting him go in a slick pop. Kitten licks teasing his shaft, you took your sweet time before capturing him in your mouth, not breaking eye contact once.

Chan started biting the inside of his cheek, licking his lips as the pure vision of you going down on him. If he lacked the control, he’d love to see his cum shoot up your mouth and watch you swallow, not missing a single drop. Chan found himself taking charge most of the time in the bedroom, but it was refreshing seeing you take the initiative. Somehow he knew that you’d make things more interesting.

You unraveled him from your lips. Chan swallowed at your release, cutting himself close from the steady path of his dry orgasm. If he wasn’t enjoying himself, he’d show you what a real orgasm was, but he continued to play along.

“Have you had someone sit on your face before?”

“N-no? That actually happens?” He stuttered.

You hummed an affirmation, slipping the final piece of clothing off your body and falling to the ground. “Tell me what you think. Would you like my pussy all over that cute mouth of yours?”

“I’d love your pretty pussy on my mouth.” He responded not even a beat later.

You let out a low moan, positioning yourself to hover over his head. His fingers instinctively firmly around your thighs in a reliable grip, staring up at you with his pretty awestruck eyes. You were a lot different than he imagined you to be in bed, or maybe he gave you the motivation to act how you are now.

Your knees bent, dipping into the bed, and your wet folds delicately lowered and landed them where they belonged. Chan’s arms wrapped your legs, adjusting them to his comfort level, and ran a slick lick over your entrance. He took its shape in his mouth, savoring the foreign taste of your natural juices, and you watched his eyes gaze up at you as his mouth clenched around you to drink every drop.

You moaned deep and loudly, thrusting back and forth against his tongue as it penetrated inside you in the same tempo. “You’re good for more than your hips. Seeing as you like to talk, you’re good with your mouth too. And look so cute while doing it.”

He simply mumbled in responses, encouraged by your praises. He devoured you, plunging his tongue deeper inside, accustomed to the weight. It was intoxicating how sensational it felt. A new form of pleasure he’s neglected all this time and now can’t get enough of. It was perhaps the combination of watching the pleasure unfold and the new exciting power dynamics you introduced to him.

It had to eventually end and it did once you patted his arms to let you go. When he unlatched your thighs, you lay sprawled in his bed. Your eyes fluttered from the lingering sensation and you found yourself panting. Chan crawled on top of you, a blatant smile on his face. “Tired already? You done with me already?”

“You wish, I’m just getting started.” You took the back of his head and crashed against his lips, mixing the remnants of favors in each other mouths.

Chan was in bliss. He took you in his arms had you straddling his lap. His shaft pressed against your torso, aching to familiarize with your wall and mold it in his shape. You hooked his chin with your hand, reminding him how things were going to go tonight. “You’re still my plaything. And don’t worry, I won't inflict any real pain.”

“Then, is there anything else I can do for you?” He grinned.

“Maybe we can try another new thing, that is if baby is up for it?”

“What can baby do for you?”

He adapted well to his role truly embracing being handled instead of doing the handling. You took his hands and pinned them against the bed. Your body lined up with your arousal against his pulsing cock. “You’re going to watch me get off using your cock. It just won't be inside me.

Bunching his hands above his head, you utilized his cock and teased the tip with your entrance, wetting his swollen skin.

“Y/n.” He groaned. “Please.”

“Did I say you could call me by my name? You think a little fuckthing like you can even utter me by name? You know you don’t deserve it.” Your nails dug into his palms.

He softly winced, pleasantly surprised at such a dirty statement to leave your lips. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuckthings don’t talk, do they?”

He shook his head.

“Then I suggest you’re quiet until I ask you something.”

He nodded his head.

“Open your mouth for me.”

He obeyed your command and you ran your mouth over him harshly until his swollen lips bruised a beautiful red. You jutted him to your face, your thumb and index poking his cheeks until his tongue stuck out plainly in a hungry daze. You took the opportunity to develop a pool of saliva in your mouth and dropped it on the center of his tongue as Chan willingly took it. You forced his mouth closed, deadpan as you told him a simple command. “Swallow.”

He made a show of it, lifting up his chin to showcase his Adam's apple shift and then sticking his tongue back out with pride in his eyes.

“God, you’re so cute,” you muttered.

You proceeded to move his shaft against your folds, feeling yourself get wetter the longer you’re at it. Chan took soft breaths, his heart pounding at the slightest contact, but craved more. You were being so unfair, but maybe this was what he deserved. This was his ‘just desserts’ and perhaps he was starting to like it. All your attention was on him after all.

You positioned a breast over his mouth and he lapped it up like candy. You let go of his hands and he was able to hold them in his palms, massaging one as he teased the other. You bit your lips at the multitude of pleasure, yet it didn’t feel enough. You settled over his erect shaft and you both held on to the sensation of exploring each other's bodies. Chan sighed in relief, but his relief turned to immense gratification as you rocked slowly against him, your clit rubbed harshly against his crotch.

“What happened to not going inside you?” He asked, still fondling you.

“You’re too cute to not have your cock in me.”

He exhaled. “I-I like this version of you, it’s scary, but I like it.”

You softly smile at him, before pulling his hair making his grunt. “Then you’ll really like me fucking you until you’re cumming deep in pussy until you forget your own name.”

“Promise?” He giggled.

You bounced hard on his lap, his hands taking hold of your hips, and skin slapping were the only clear sounds you could hear. Both your moans ran like a marathon as your nails clawed down his chest and his fingers dug deep into the flesh of your ass. One of your hands stopped at your clit, rubbing between your already damp fingers as you got yourself off. You could feel yourself twitching on top of him, feeling your orgasm close.

“I can’t take this anymore.” He shifted on top of the bed and used his advantage to flip you on your side.

“Chan!” You squealed.

One of your legs laid underneath him as the other was lifted in the air and against his chest. He lined himself up to you before plunging inside you without warning, and your eyes rolled back into your skull. His arms stroked against your sweaty sides and brought himself up to a steady pace, adjusting to your walls and loving how he got to see you squirm for the first time tonight.

“Baby’s not so cute anymore, is he? Did you have fun playing with Daddy’s cock when you had him defenseless?” He teased with a determined grin.

“I..s-sure…d-did.” You giggled, his cock still rocking in your core.

“Well, daddy’s taking care of you now.”

With his finger on your clit replacing yours, his cock squared up at your g-spot in little to no time. You burst in manic laughter, only feeling your intoxicated state grow as he clenched possessively on your body. You gave in to his dominance and allowed his control over your body, loving every second of it. “D-daddy’s…c-cock feels…s-so good in me…P-please don’t…s-stop.”

“Are you done being a brat? You think you can take daddy’s cock faster?”

“Y-y-yes…p-p-please…d-daddy.”

When you didn’t think he could go any faster, he cranked it up a notch. You concluded that his stamina was unmatched when felt his cock drove into you like a jackhammer into concrete. You felt like putty in his hands and he was ramming into until he was sure he was fucking you stupid. You were beginning to lose all sense of time, space, and even forgot where you were, only focused on the sounds and pleasure of his fat cock pushing in and out of you until you reached your first orgasm of the night.

You say first since it didn’t stop there, no matter how many times you told him how much you’ve already came, his only response was, “you said you’d made me cum until I forget my own name. I guess you’re going to have to cum a few more times to make that happen.”

You lost track of the time you spent, sensitive everywhere on your body, he fucked you until you were raw and swollen and you seemed to like it that way since your orgasm only prolonged since then, leaving you at an insistent wave of pleasure. Chan reached his peak after your third burst of pleasure that he came inside you and not stopping his thrusts until he ensured that his cum was as he called it, “well spent inside you.”

You deposited your bodies against the cushions on the bed in the dark because the sun has long gone down and neither of you thought of the bright idea of turning on the lights when you were fucking each other senseless. Your eyes relied on the lights stars in the sky and the solar-powered outdoor lamps thoroughly distributed on the woodland area that peaked from your widescreen windows. You glanced at Chan through the corner of your eye and he just stared up at the ceiling, tired and panting, until his expression twisted up in disbelief in processing the events of tonight.

“I can’t believe you spit in my mouth.”

You let out a little chortle, reaching up to move his sweaty strands of hair from his face. “And you did such a good job complying too.”

“You’re so lucky, I’m exhausted right now to fuck you against that window right now, little brat.”

“You’re the brat.” You retorted, crawling back on top of him, only having his arms snaked around your body.

“So this is gonna be our dynamic huh, some kind of weird power play? Okay, I don’t mind it. Where did you learn to do all that anyway?”

You lovingly gazed down on him. “Do you think this is my first rodeo or something? I know a thing or two about being the one on top. It's fun seeing you all whiny.”

“Evil bitch.” He chuckled.

“Whiny fuckthing…God, I love you.”

His stare shifted. “Y-you, love me?”

You caressed the side of his face, “Of course, I love you.”

Your body lifted up from the bed and you guided his body to do the same. You grabbed the sheets from your bed and covered your bare bodies. You started by placing it over his shoulders, his eyes big and wide like saucers as his happiness obvious as is.

“You really are like a baby,” You remarked, wrapping the blanket now around you as you held him, your chest against his. “Daddy my ass.”

He squeezed you in his grasp, smiling from ear to ear, his cheek landing on the top of your head. “You love me.”

You returned his smile.“Yeah, I do. A lot.”

Someone’s phone went off on the kitchen counter and Chan realized the sound to be his. He grabbed it and stared back at the display words he’d read back to you with love in his eyes, pressing a long kiss to your lips. “Happy New year.”

“Happy New year.”

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