🎄Tales from Camp Holiday Special 02🎄
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➮ Chan × fem!Reader
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summary: After being put on wine duty for his family's holiday party, Chan heads to his local grocery store to snag the last few bottles where he sees a small group of girl scouts attempting to sell cookies. He is unwavering, refusing to buy into their corporate cookie empire until he sees who is helping run the stand: none other than Y/N.
genres/themes/au: angst (but it only lasts for like 2 seconds lol), fluff, smut; holiday themes, scout themes; non idol au, scout au, camp counselor au, holiday au
warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, party setting, meeting parents, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!
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a/n: hey hehe. I kept the same bondage themes from the original cause I feel like he'd still be very much into that lol I'm going to say about 3 or 4 years have passed since the events of Chan's story and the present time but don't think too much about it lol thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.
smut warnings: minor dry humping, unprotected sex (just use protection!), minor bondage (f receiving, necktie used as a gag and belt used to bind wrists), impact play (f receiving; spanking and he goes hard), choking (f receiving), spitting, degradation (uses slut, whore, and bitch), hard dom!Chan, sub!Reader, rough sex, and that should be it!
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Chan still didn't know how he of all people got roped into alcohol duty. One minute he was pulling onto his old street, heading for his parents house, the next he was turning around when his mother begged him to run to the closest store and grab a few bottles of wine because his father had mistakenly sent a couple of the bottles meant for their annual holiday party home with some of their friends.
So here he was, the day before Christmas, trying to find a stupid parking place at the local grocery store so he could go in and fight the crowds to buy a couple bottles of wine because his father drunkenly gave away theirs.
He grumbled to himself as he circled the parking lot for what felt like the fifth time, cursing each spot that got stolen by some family or little old lady until he pulled up as another person was leaving.
"Finally!" he whined as the person backed out and pulled away, allowing Chan to steer into the empty space and park the car. "About damn time," he mumbled as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out, slamming his door a little harder than he intended.
He pat the top of his car, muttering an apology before turning and heading toward the entrance of the store, thanking the cars that stopped to let him cross with a wave.
It had snowed heavily a few days before but there had been enough traffic and crews out to clear the lots and sidewalks of most of the slush and snow banks. Chan hurried past an employee bundled to the max as he sprinkled ice melt on the sidewalk in preparation of the forecasted snow shower later that night.
It would be a white Christmas after all.
Chan followed the lines inside the building and bypassed the carts, opting to grab one of those little red baskets stacked near the doors. He was only grabbing a few bottles, he didn't need an entire cart, he reasoned with himself.
No sooner than he entered the main entrance did he stop in his tracks, eyes falling on the table set up inside the store.
A homemade poster made with poster board, craft foam, and copious amounts of glitter and glue read three words he hadn't seen in years.
Girl Scout Cookies.
It took all his willpower not to turn around and walk right out of the store in favor of finding another store to shop at to avoid the eventual begging and puppy dog eyes of third grade girls asking him to feed into their corporate cookie schemes.
He wasn't having it.
Except that he was.
He really didn't relish the idea of driving even further across town and struggling to find another parking place just so he could walk into another grocery store that probably had another troop of girls set up to sell their wares.
Chan managed to avoid being seen by sneaking past the stand with an elderly couple.
Dodging the scouts meant he could make a beeline for the wine and spirits section of the store and get exactly what he came for. And what luck he had. There were exactly three bottles of the wine his mother had asked him for.
Resisting the urge to do a little happy dance, Chan grabbed all three bottles and made his way towards the self-checkout. He scanned the bottles, showed his ID to the attendant and paid quickly, bagging the bottles of wine and grabbing his receipt.
He was just reveling in his good fortune as he headed for the exit, hoping to slink past the cookie stand when his luck ran out.
The crowded entrance was certainly not on his side. He stood on his tiptoes to see what the hold up was and of course, one of the motorized carts had died, blocking the only exit out of the store.
Chan cursed under his breath, pulling back his coat sleeve to check his watch. The holiday party at his parents wasn't due to start for another hour and forty-five minutes so this little snag wasn't going to make or break him.
As he waited for the way to clear, his eyes wandered to the only other thing by the entrance of the store.
That damn cookie stand.
He took in the small girls making monetary exchanges for overpriced boxes of factory made baked goods.
His eyes were wandering from one of the girls to one of the adults standing behind her, back facing him as she looked through the cardboard boxes. He watched as she turned and his eyes widened in shock as he recognized her.
Or should he say as he recognized you.
When your sister-in-law called a week ago, you expected it to be about the holidays, Christmas at the family's. What you weren't expecting was your niece to be on the other end, begging you to fill in for her mother and help sell girl scout cookies.
It was well known amongst your family that when it came to selling girl scout cookies, you were a professional. You'd manage to outsell all the girls in your troop every year as well as the other troops in the city. You were good at it as a child. A natural born salesperson.
So when you heard that little voice begging you for your help, you couldn't say no. You expected to just take the back seat while the girls did most of the selling but you soon found yourself falling into old habits, helping make the sign when the first one the girls made fell a little flat. You showed them how to enhance the sign by using craft foam letters, glue, sharpies, and an insane amount of glitter.
You drove to your brother’s house, ready to pick up your niece and one of her fellow scouts. Luckily, the girls helped load all the boxes into your car and the large sign which you looked at with a sense of pride and adoration.
The drive to the local grocery store was an easy one and finding a parking space wasn’t too bad since you chose to park towards the back of the lot. The girls were prepared, having packed a wagon in your trunk along with the cookies.
Inside the store was another one of the scouts with her mother who had already set up the table. She smiled warmly as you approached, carrying the few boxes that didn’t fit in the wagon while your niece, Talia, carried the sign and the other girl you picked up, Yuna, pulled the wagon.
It didn’t take long at all to set up the stand, decorating the table with the sign you’d helped Talia make and unpacking some of the individual boxes of cookies.
The first hour went by and you were surprised at how easily people came over and bought cookies. You, of course, worked your magic, creating sales and teaching the girls how to drive a bargain.
As time ticked by and the number of boxes dwindled, you were certain that the girls would sell all of their cookies before the store closed for the evening.
The cardboard boxes had emptied little by little and soon you were down to the last carton of cookies.
“Two boxes of Samoas!” Talia called to you over her shoulder as she made change for the store patron in front of her. You turned, leaning over to reach into the box and pull out the last two purple colored boxes.
“They’re the last two!” You chirped, turning to look at the patron but your eyes fell on someone standing behind them, looking directly at you with a shocked expression.
‘Chan?’
It was indeed him. Lee Chan. The same Lee Chan you’d met, and hooked up with, during summer scout camp all those years ago. The very same that tied your wrists together and fucked you on a picnic blanket in the middle of a forest.
The same Lee Chan that had disappeared without a trace after that summer, leaving you with a gaping hole in your heart.
Here he was, standing before you now and all because some old woman hadn’t bothered to check the battery on the motorized scooter.
“Auntie Y/N?” Talia’s voice snapped you out of your daze.
You tore your gaze away from Chan and looked at your niece who had been waiting for you to hand the boxes to her. ‘Shit.’
You muttered an apology and handed the boxes of cookies to her.
Your eyes wandered back to Chan who was still standing in the same spot as before, looking at you with the same shocked expression.
You silently hoped he would stop staring and just leave but the universe had other plans.
With a sense of determination he hadn’t experienced in a long time, Chan finally unfroze, crossing the short distance to the table with one thing on his mind: you.
“Hello sir!” A small voice said, drawing his attention away from your face as he looked down at the young girl in front of him.
She was smiling up at him eagerly. ‘Oh no.’
“Would you like to buy some cookies?” She asked and Chan felt his heart sink. He’d never purchased scout cookies before, preferring his mother’s homemade cookies.
Before he could answer, the other adult told the girls it was time to pack up. “But we still have boxes to sell!” One of the other girls said, looking up at the adult who spoke, a pout on her face. “But mom!” She retorted, no real argument to her name. The girl’s mother gave her a pointed look.
The girl who had asked Chan if he wanted to buy cookies turned to look up at you, eyes pleading for more time.
Chan watched as you stepped forward, crouching down to the girl’s level. “It’s okay, Talia,” you said in a soft voice. “We’ve sold most of the boxes,” you added, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“You girls did so well,” you continued, offering the girl, Talia, a smile.
Talia smiled back and wrapped her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. “Thanks Auntie Y/N,” she said in an equally soft voice. Chan watched the exchange and felt an unusual tug at his heart. He knew he was going to regret this and his wallet was going to hurt but he cleared his throat, catching both yours and Talia’s attention.
“How many boxes are left?” He asked quietly, looking from you to your niece and back.
“Six~!” Talia replied quickly. Chan looked from Talia to you, waiting for you to confirm. You nodded slowly and silently, a confused expression on your face as he pulled out his wallet. “I’ll buy the rest,” he said, pulling a few notes out of his wallet and handing them over to Talia.
She let out an excited squeak, thanking him and taking his money to make change.
You stood up straight, still looking at Chan with a confused expression. Talia handed him his change as one of the other girls put the boxes in a cardboard box and set it on the table. “Thank you so much!” The girls said in unison. Chan smiled at them before turning to look back up at your face.
“Thanks?” You offered, clearly still confused by his actions. “Start cleaning up, girls,” the other adult said and the three scrambled to start collecting any trash and cleaning up the space.
“So,” Chan started, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I didn’t realize you lived in town,” he added. You shook your head. “I don’t,” you answered. “I’m in town for Christmas and I promised my niece I’d help her sell her cookies,” you continued, gesturing at Talia who was currently helping break down boxes and put them in the empty wagon.
Chan nodded, silence falling over the two of you once more.
You swayed awkwardly in place before clearing your throat. “Well, I’d better help them…” you trailed off, gesturing to the girls as they started clearing the table.
Chan felt panic rise in his chest. ‘This might be the last and only time you see her you idiot! Do something!’
He took a step closer, bumping into the table and causing you to turn, eyeing him with wide eyes as he startled you.
“Do you have plans later?” He suddenly asked. Your eyes searched his, flickering between them.
“I’m sorry,” Chan said quickly, shaking his head. “That was stupid of me to ask. I mean,” he said, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips. “Who doesn’t have plans on Christmas Eve?”
You shook your head. You didn’t have plans. The tradition of the cookies and milk left out for Santa as well as what your sister-in-law called “Santa Watch” was theirs, not yours. You were going to go back to your parents’ house and probably curl up with a glass of wine.
“Me apparently,” you answered, a smirk forming on your face as Chan looked up to meet your gaze.
A smile spread across his face. “Wait, really?” He asked, to which you nodded.
“I’m staying with my parents, but we don’t do anything for Christmas Eve,” you answered, watching as Chan’s face lit up. “Do you want to go to a Christmas Eve party with me tonight?” He asked, hoping you’d say yes.
This could be your only chance to see him before you left the city again after the first of the year.
You nodded wordlessly, watching as he reached into his pocket and fished out his phone.
He unlocked and tapped the screen a few times before handing the device to you, which you accepted.
He had opened a new contact on his phone and had your name typed in. You typed your digits in and tapped the save button before handing it back to him. “The party starts at six but I can pick you later,” he said, pocketing his phone. “Sure,” you said with a nod and a smile. “So, let’s say six-thirty?” He asked, smiling widely when you nodded again. “Six-thirty sounds great,” you replied.
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You sat at the breakfast bar in your parents’ kitchen, checking the time on the clock above the range. The tiny black hands told you the time was six fifteen. You had half a mind to cancel but you knew you'd probably never get another chance to spend time with Chan again.
Picking up your phone on the counter, you unlocked the screen and checked your texts with him from earlier.
Chan: send me your location and I’ll come get you
You: [location sent]
Chan: perfect! See you soon
Letting out a sigh, you locked the screen and set your phone back on the granite countertop, face down and looked over your shoulder to the sliding glass doors leading off the living room onto the snow covered deck in the backyard. It had started snowing again, lightly, as you were getting ready.
You hoped the snow wouldn’t pile up too much. You dreaded the thought of getting snowed in at Chan’s parents home, especially when it was on the opposite side of the city than your parents' home.
You drummed your fingers against the countertop, chin resting in your hand as you waited, trying not to focus on the ticking of the clock.
You wondered if you were overdressed, glancing down at the dress you’d chosen. It was one of your favorites for any holiday themed event but it could work for any other time of the year.
You were drawn out of your thoughts by the vibrating of your phone on the stone countertops.
You snatched the device up quickly to see a couple texts from Chan.
Chan: I think I’m here?
Chan: yeah. I’m here. I see your car lol
You got up, ignoring the scraping of the barstool legs on the wood floor and grabbed the small clutch bag you’d chosen for the evening, a smaller black velvet rectangular clutch with gold metal detailing and a dainty gold chain strap.
Inside you had a tube of lip gloss, your lipstick, a small compact mirror, and your wallet. You slipped your phone into the space and moved to grab your coat from the closet by the front door.
As you pulled it on and buttoned the front, the doorbell rang and you rushed to answer it.
On the other side of the door stood Chan. He smiled as you came into view, his eyes sweeping over you quickly. You allowed yourself to take in what he was wearing and knew you’d made the right choice.
He was wearing a pair of fitted black dress pants with a black corduroy thick jacket. Under the jacket, he wore a light khaki sweatshirt with a black trim neckline over a white collared shirt, the top of a black tie barely visible.
His shoes were a simple pair of oxfords in the same blue as your dress.
You pointed down at his shoes, a smile on your face. “Oh look!” You said before pulling back your coat just a bit to flash him the material of your dress.
“We match!” You said with a laugh, causing him to chuckle. “So we do,” he said as you stepped out of the door onto the front porch.
The frigid winter air hit your legs and made you shudder as you pulled the front door shut, making sure it was locked behind you before turning to Chan.
“Holy fuck it’s cold,” you hissed as he laughed, leading you down the steps, holding out his hand for you to steady yourself.
“Thanks,” you murmured as you drew level with him on the sidewalk leading to the driveway. You followed him to his car, a black mid sized sedan with tinted windows.
You felt your cheeks burn as he opened the passenger door for you.
Thanking him, you climbed into the surprisingly warm car that you realized was still running. He must have left it running to keep the interior warm.
Chan jogged around the front of the car and got in the driver’s seat, buckling his seatbelt before looking up at you with a smile. “You ready?” He asked, putting the gear in reverse. You nodded wordlessly, turning to look out the window as he backed out of your parents’ driveway.
‘As ready as I think I can be.’
Pulling up to the house, Chan cut the engine and turned to you. "If they start asking questions, I'll jump in and explain," he said, giving you a warm smile. You thanked him and moved to unbuckle your seatbelt.
Chan was quick, moving around to your side of the car and opening your door for you. "Wow, what a gentleman," you said, a hint of amusement to your voice as the tips of his ears turned red.
"Oh shut up," he scoffed but the smile on his lips was unmistakable.
You glanced up at the house before you and felt your stomach sink just a little.
You had suspected Chan came from money from your summer spent together but just how much money his family had always seemed to elude you until you were standing on the doorstep of his family home, feeling completely out of your comfort zone.
You felt Chan's hand grab yours gently and looked down at your hands before looking back up at him. "Nervous?" he asked, eyes searching yours.
Not wanting him to know just how nervous you actually were, you flashed him a smile. "A little," you said with a small shrug.
'Liar.'
Chan gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before his free hand landed on the doorknob and pushed the level down.
He leaned into the wood, pushing the heavy door open and stepping up into the house. You allowed him to lead you inside, pulling you along gently by the hand.
Inside the house was simply stunning.
It was clear this house had been standing for some time. It was old but extremely well preserved.
The foyer was grander than any house you'd been inside recently. The high ceiling paired with the massive crystal chandelier gave the room a very regal and elegant look.
The floors were white carrara marble. The small polished black diamond shaped tiles in between the squares of marble made the ornate black wood paneling stand out even more.
You quickly unbuttoned your coat and shrugged it off, allowing Chan to take it and hang it up with his.
Chan closed the sliding door to the den after hanging your coat up with his in the darkened room his parents designated as the coat room.
Upon returning to you, he allowed his eyes to wander, taking in the dress you’d chosen to wear.
It was a fitted bodycon dress made of a dark blue velvet with corset bone striping down the bodice and a ruched tulip hem skirt that ended just above your knees.
The straps were thin with gold chain detailing.
He could hardly take his eyes off you and the way the dress fitted your body and hugged it so well.
He placed his hand on the small of your back, reluctantly tearing his gaze away to lead you through the crowded house in search of refreshments and hopefully some wine or champagne.
The kitchen was just as gorgeous as the foyer, the same black wood paneling stopped to make way for a much more modern looking kitchen with black wood flooring, white cabinets and counters with black subway tile walls. You were surprised by the sudden change in architecture and style but it was still amazing.
The counters were covered in any sort of snack, appetizer, or hors d’oeuvre imaginable. In the middle of the kitchen stood a massive kitchen island where plates, bowls, ramekins, cutlery, napkins, and cups were stocked.
The breakfast nook had been emptied of any furniture and instead a bar had been installed where two bartenders stood, mixing drinks.
You glanced at Chan, an eyebrow raised. “A full bar?” You questioned, chuckling as he shrugged his shoulders. “My parents don’t play around when it comes to parties,” he answered, leading you to the kitchen island.
After grabbing plates, napkins and cutlery, you followed Chan through the line, inspecting the spread and grabbing a few things you knew you were going to love as well as a few things you’d always wanted to try.
After filling your plates, Chan led you to the bar and the two of you ordered drinks before you followed him to an empty space and sat on one of many seats placed around each room.
“This is crazy impressive,” you said, grabbing a small cracker appetizer with some sort of cream cheese mixture on it and popping it into your mouth.
Chan snorted in response. “These parties just keep getting bigger and bigger,” he admitted, looking up as a couple passed in front of where you two were currently sitting. “My parents probably invited half the town,” he added.
You giggled before taking a sip of your drink.
You opened your mouth to respond but you were cut off by the sound of someone calling Chan’s name. He grimaced at you before mouthing an “I’m sorry.”
You watched as he got to his feet and smiled as an older woman, most likely his mother, approached and pulled him into a hug. You stood up, awkwardly brushing your dress to make sure you looked presentable.
The woman pulled back, smiling at Chan and you could tell instantly it was indeed his mother.
Her eyes fell on you and widened quickly.
“Who is this?” She asked, looking from Chan to you and back.
Chan took your hand and pulled you closer.
“This is Y/N,” he answered, turning to look at the woman. “She’s my date, mom,” he added, confirming your suspicions that this was his mother.
Her shocked expression upon seeing you morphed into a warm smile as she let go of Chan and immediately wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug.
“It’s so lovely to meet you!” She said in your ear, hugging you tightly.
A man, no doubt Chan’s dad, stepped forward to peel her off you and hold her firmly. He offered a kind smile as well, introducing himself as Chan’s father, as you suspected.
The conversation shifted as Chan’s parents started grilling the both of you about how you met, when you started dating, and more questions you’d expected. Chan took it like a champ, answering everything so you could nurse your drink and empty your plate.
One your plates were empty, Chan’s mother took you by the arm firmly but gently, and proceeded to lead you through the house, introducing you to various guests as well as showing you around the house.
You were on the second round passing through the main living area and greeting people when Chan finally appeared by your side, handing you another drink and leaning in to whisper in your ear.
“You want to step away? Get some air?”
You took the crystal glass he handed you with some amber liquid and nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes. Chan smiled and leaned in to his mother, whispering something in her ear. She nodded and smiled at you, patting your arm and turned to engage with her guests while Chan took your hand and led you through the crowded room to a staircase and up into the darkened hallway.
You let him lead you past closed doors until he reached the end of the hall and opened the door, pulling you into the dark room.
He moved through the darkness and flipped on a small table lamp, illuminating the room in a dim light.
Peering around the room, which turned out to be a bedroom, you noticed various trophies for sports and academics. You stepped closer to a bookshelf next to the door and looked at all the various encyclopedias and fictional stories, reading off the names softly.
You were inspecting a series of personal academic awards when you remembered you weren't alone in the room and turned to find Chan was watching you look around what was no doubt his old room. You smiled sheepishly, mumbling an apology before turning away from the shelf and taking a sip of your drink.
You weren't the biggest fan of whiskey but this stuff wasn't bad.
"So…" you trailed off, not knowing where the conversation should go, if you should even talk, or what else could possibly happen.
"Your room?" you asked, nodding at the trophies. Chan chuckled lightly. "Yeah," he answered, suddenly feeling very nervous and self conscious. "My childhood room," he added, taking a sip of his own drink. You moved slowly, walking over to the opposite side of the room, the side he stood by.
There were lots of drawings and a bulletin board full of postcards, notes and other scraps of paper hanging above an old wooden desk. The desk itself was neat and tidy, no doubt having been cleared of whatever sat upon it when Chan moved out.
You heard shuffling against the carpet and felt the heat of Chan's body behind you as he set his now empty glass on the wood of the desk in front of you. You wondered when he finished that because it looked much fuller a moment ago.
You felt one of his hands move to your hip, not moving either up or down, just resting in one place, while the tips of his fingers skimmed down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake and sending shivers up your spine.
"Why did you bring me here?" you whispered, eyes fluttering shut as you felt his breath on your neck.
"I thought you could use some space from the people downstairs," he whispered back. You forced your eyes open and turned to face him, his hands shifting to your waist as his eyes studied yours.
"No," you replied. "Why did you bring me here, to your parents' party? Why did you invite me after years of not seeing or speaking to each other?"
Chan's expression changed as you spoke, going from confusion to understanding in a split second. One of his hands moved, cupping your cheek tenderly. "Because I thought if I didn't ask you, I might not get a chance to see you again," he answered after carefully considering his words.
Your eyes danced back and forth, looking into his as his thumb gently caressed your cheekbone. "Why did you disappear that summer?" you finally asked. It was the question you'd wanted to ask since you first laid eyes on him in the store.
The expression on Chan's morphed quickly, confusion, concern, understanding, and finally regret passing over his features in quick succession. He let out a heavy sigh before taking your drink out of your hand and setting it on the desk, taking your other hand and leading you over to sit on his old bed.
He sat beside you, turned slightly so he could face you properly.
"I'm sorry," he started. "I am so sorry. I never intended to just vanish," he continued. You sat motionless, listening as he started to apologize and explain.
"I had every intention of continuing things that summer. I didn't want things to end between us. I wanted to get your number, your Instagram, anything so I could contact you but there was a family emergency," he said, taking both your hands in his.
"My brother was in an accident. A really bad one," Chan said, trying to keep his voice even but you could hear how the memory seemed to affect him as he spoke.
"My parents didn't even give me a heads up. They sent a car to come get me. I didn't even have time to leave a message for you. I had time to pack my stuff and then we were gone."
You looked up at his face and watched as his expression of torment morphed into one of shock. "Oh, Y/N," he said softly, hands moving to gently take your face. It was then you realized you had started crying. You apologized, trying to carefully wipe the tears away.
"I'm sorry," you said, chuckling awkwardly. "I don't know why I'm crying," you mumbled.
"It's not like you were my boyfriend."
Hearing the sadness in your voice as you said those words felt like a stab to Chan's heart. Sure, he wasn't your boyfriend. But that didn't mean he didn't want to be.
"I guess I just felt like I'd done something wrong," you continued. "One day you were there and everything seemed to be fine and the next, you were gone. No note, no calls, nothing. I thought you had grown tired of us. Grown tired of me-"
Chan took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him.
You didn't have the chance to say anything else before his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was rushed and over much too quick for your liking. Chan pulled back to gaze into your eyes.
"I would never intentionally do that to you, Y/N. I cannot tell you how sorry I am. I didn't want things to end that way and I certainly did not want you to feel like I didn't want you. I tried to find you, to find a way to contact you after I got home but I couldn't find you anywhere," he responded softly, thumb moving to brush over your bottom lip gently.
"To me, you were gone, too."
The way he looked at you had your heart aching. It had been mutual then. The pining, the regret, everything.
He'd wanted more, just as you had back then and even now. You couldn't deny that what you felt then and now were feelings of more than just sexual or physical attraction.
Each time you spent together that summer was more than just sex. The two of you had talked about your hopes and dreams, poured your hearts and souls out to one another.
And hearing those words from Chan now were confirmation that he was feeling the same way you were.
"Well I'm here now," you said softly, causing Chan to look up at you. "I'm right here in front of you now, Chan."
Hearing his name tumble from your lips ignited something deep inside him. His lips were on yours in an instant, hands moving to your hips as he pulled you forward and onto his lap.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as you straddled him, lips moving against his before parting, allowing his tongue to meet yours for the first time in years.
It was as if nothing had changed.
Chan groaned into your mouth, his hands grabbing your ass firmly as he pulled your hips against his. "Fuck, I missed you," he groaned, his hips bucking up into you, his growing erection pressing into your core. You let out a moan, hands moving to his chest to push him back against the sheets of his old bed.
You rolled your hips, grinding against him and watching the way his eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. "You always knew how to ride me," you heard him mutter. Feeling a little bolder than before, you let out a chuckle at his words.
"You look so cute like this," you said softly, slowing your movements just enough to tease him, and yourself, but not give him the pressure and friction he wanted.
"Don't tease me, Y/N," he moaned. "You remember what happened the last time you decided to act like a brat?"
You shook your head, putting on an innocent facade.
"No. I don't," you answered before a smirk appeared on your face.
"Maybe you should remind me."
Your words had Chan flipping you onto your back on his bed and hovering over you in seconds. He rolled his hips against you, rocking his hard cock into your lace-covered sex, the feeling sending a wave of pleasure through your body.
You let out a whine, your back arching off the bed as he continued rutting against you, causing your panties to stick to you, your arousal seeping through the fabric.
"God look at you," he breathed, watching the way your face contorted in pleasure with each roll of his hips.
"I haven't even touched you properly and you're acting like such a needy slut," he added. You moaned again at the use of the term, thighs clenching around his waist, trying to draw him closer.
"You're so eager for my cock, baby?" he asked, leaning down to kiss you hungrily and not give you the chance to answer him.
"Yes," you finally managed to gasp out when he pulled back.
"Of course you are," he responded, one of his hands sliding up your side to cup your breast through your dress.
"You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore this dress. Parading around like a bitch in heat, showing off your body like a little whore," he growled, hips rutting harder against you.
"Fuck, did you wear this so everyone would see what a slut you are?" he asked, hand on your chest squeezing again. You shook your head quickly. "No! I only wore this for you," you moaned, not noticing the way Chan's face lit up at your admission.
"So you're my little slut?" he asked, slowing his movements as you nodded in response.
"Only yours," you breathed, chest heaving.
Chan pulled back, making you whine until you felt his hands grab your hips and roll you over. He pushed your thighs together and climbed over you, straddling your thighs as his hands moved to your ass, grabbing your cheeks firmly before you felt one of his hands land a firm smack.
The material of your dress helped absorb the shock of the blow but Chan, realizing this, moved quickly, pushing the material up and exposing your ass to him. He groaned, fingers skimming over the material of the black lace thong you were wearing.
"Did you wear these for me, too, baby?" he asked breathlessly. You nodded, murmuring a 'yes' in response.
You felt his hand land another harsh smack to your ass, causing you to yelp. Chan's fingers threaded into your hair and pulled back as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"Keep your voice down, baby. Unless you want everyone in the house to know you're about to get fucked."
A shiver ran down your spine, a rush of arousal shooting through your core.
Another sharp smack to your ass had you whimpering into the sheets to muffle the sound. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson," Chan murmured, hands working to undo the tie around his neck.
You looked back over your shoulder as he pulled the material loose and leaned forward, rolling it up and holding it to your face.
"Open that pretty mouth, babygirl," he ordered. You obliged, opening your mouth and allowing him to stuff the rolled up tie past your lips and against your tongue.
With your voice effectively gagged, he started his assault on your ass, delivering sharp smacks before running his hand soothingly over your skin. He made sure to ask if you needed to tap out but each time you shook your head.
After a good ten to twelve blows, your ass was red and raw. Chan made sure to gently rub the sensitive skin, asking if you needed a break or anything. You shook your head again, wanting him to continue.
You felt his fingers fumble with the back of your dress and heard the unzipping of the zipper as he pulled it down. He helped you shimmy out of the material, leaving you in just your panties.
"Fuck," you heard him gasp, hands moving along your skin and up your back. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he murmured. You felt his fingers skim over the lace of your thong, thumbs toying with the waistband briefly before his hands disappeared, making you glance over your shoulder at him.
His hands made quick work of his belt, pulling it from the belt loops of his pants as his eyes were trained on your ass. “Give me your hands,” he ordered, eyes moving up to meet yours. You hesitated, eyeing the belt in his hands and wondering what he was planning on doing with it.
Chan gave your thigh a quick tap with the belt. “Did you hear me, baby?” He asked, cocking his head.
“Hands, now.”
You moved faster than you were able to process his words, offering your hands behind your back. Chan positioned your arms behind your back, elbows bent before he started to wrap the belt around your wrists and forearms, effectively binding you. You couldn’t move much, only squirm under him as you heard the rustle of his pants as well as the zipper.
Chan leaned over, grabbing one of the pillows near the headboard and sat back, one hand reaching under you to lift your hips and stuff the pillow underneath you.
His hands were back on your ass, barely skimming the skin that was still sore as he muttered to himself. “Never imagined I’d be doing this in my old bedroom,” he said with a low chuckle as you felt his fingers dig into the skin of your hips. His hands moved, nails raking down your skin and pulling your panties down until he was able to slip them past your knees and off entirely.
You were now completely exposed to him and entirely at his mercy with your arms bound.
Chan let out a groan, sliding his hands up your thighs until he was able to spread your cheeks, displaying your wet core to him. You heard another growl rumble from deep in his chest. “God,” he breathed out. “Look at how wet you are,” he continued. “Practically dripping.”
You wiggled your hips, one of the only things you could do at this point. Chan chuckled lightly before falling silent. You were about to look back at him but felt him circle his fingers around your entrance, gathering your arousal before he pushed two fingers into your wet cunt.
You moaned against the gag, eyes rolling back at finally getting some friction as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of you at a torturously languid pace. You wiggled your hips again, trying to push back against his hand but Chan removed his fingers, harshly slapping your ass, sending a jolt of pain through your body that was immediately replaced with pleasure as his fingers were back at your slit, rubbing up and down slowly.
“Stop acting like a brat,” he hissed. “You’ll get what you want in time.”
You used your tongue to push the gag out of your mouth. “Chan please,” you whimpered, voice hoarse. You heard him tut lightly, feeling him lean over you, pressing his hard cock against your ass. “Now you want to be a good girl?” He asked, ending his sentence with a scoff.
“I promise I’ll be good,” you continued, feeling your eyes and cheeks burn. “Please Chan,” you begged again. "You made me wait long enough," you added, hoping he would give in. “You gonna be a good little whore for me?” He asked, lips brushing against your ear as he ducked his head. You nodded quickly. “I promise.”
“So eager to please,” he said, smiling against your skin as his lips trailed down to your shoulder. “I suppose I could give you what you want.”
Your stomach bubbled with excitement as he sat back up. You didn’t dare look back as he pushed his pants and underwear down, pulling his cock out finally and giving himself a few strokes before taking your ass in his hands again, spreading your cheeks once more and spitting on your already soaked pussy.
You let out a lewd moan as you felt him line the tip of his cock with your hole and before you could register anything else, he was pushing himself into you, stretching you out so deliciously.
“Oh,” he said, surprisingly calm as if he wasn’t nearly balls deep inside you. “Can’t forget this,” he added, reaching over you and grabbing his tie before holding it to your face. “Chan,” you whimpered, trying to calm yourself as you adjusted to his size.
“I know how loud you get, baby,” he cooed, leaning over your body. “Unless you’d rather everyone, including my parents, know I’m fucking you up here,” he added. You shook your head.
The idea of walking back into the party after having your brains fucked out by the hosts’ son was one thing, but returning to the party when everyone might have heard mortified you.
Obediently, you opened your mouth and allowed Chan to shove the cloth back into your mouth.
“Good girl,” he praised, softly kissing your temple, the action making your heart flutter and your stomach do flips.
And just like that, the sweet and shy Chan you’d grown accustomed to during the day was gone, replaced with his much more confident and dominant side.
The first thrust was shallow, making you gasp, despite the gag in your mouth.
The second and third thrusts were harsh and soon the room was filled with the sound of Chan’s hips meeting your ass, skin hitting skin as he pounded into you, his fingers digging into your hips as he held you in place.
Your walls clenched around him, sucking him back in each time he pulled out. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I forgot how tight your cunt is,” he continued, voice cracking as he tried to keep up his dom persona.
You whimpered, letting out muffled moans with each hard thrust as you tried to push back to meet him but with your arms bound behind you, there was no way of grounding yourself and you were at the mercy of his grip.
One of his hands moved, grabbing your bound arms and pulling you up, not stopping or slowing the movements of his hips. Your body moved with the force of each ruthless thrust into your drenched pussy.
Even with the gag, you were still able to make plenty of sound for him to hear and each one of your moans had him digging his fingers into your skin a little hard, moving his hips a little faster.
It had been years since he’d had you like this but it felt like no time had passed since scout camp. The way your body reacted to him was almost exactly as it had back then. He knew how you liked it then and it wasn’t any different now.
You liked it rough and he liked to give it rough.
You let out a loud moan, the gag slipping out of your mouth and falling to the bed soaked in your spit. Chan let out a growl, letting your body fall back against the mattress as he stopped, stilling inside you and worked to undo his belt and remove it, releasing your arms.
Despite the harsh and hard way he fucked you, his hands were gentle as he repositioned your arms above your head and grabbed his tie from the bed, ignoring how wet the material was as he tied your wrists together before resuming his assault on your core.
With your hands in this new position, you were able to grab onto the sheets and keep yourself in place.
“You have to keep quiet,” you heard him pant. “You really -ah!- think i can keep quiet when you’re- oh fuck!- when you’re fucking me so hard?” You whimpered, cursing between each stroke.
“You’re going to have to,” he growled, stilling inside you again. “Or I’ll stop right now,” he added.
You peered over your shoulder at him. “When you’re so close to coming?” You questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
“Are you trying to push my buttons, baby?” He asked, thrusting forward with his cock buried deep inside you.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl,” he continued, pulling back slowly only to snap his hips forward.
“I am being a good girl,” you answered. You felt one of his hands reach around to grab your throat. “Good girls don’t talk back, baby,” he cooed, his voice low and sending shivers down your spine.
He squeezed lightly, fingers holding your neck firmly but not harshly.
“That’s what I thought,” he scoffed. “Stop acting like a little bitch and take what I give you,” he growled, his hips gaining speed as he fucking you against the mattress.
You let out a gasp, quickly turning into whimpers and mewls as Chan proceeded to fuck you dumb. Your lips parted, no sound coming out as you arched your back, allowing him to reach deeper inside your walls, each drag of his cock having you see stars as your orgasm approached. “Fuuuuuuuuck,” you moaned out. “M’gonna cum,” you whined.
Chan chuckled, his grip on your neck loosening. “You gonna come for me?” He whispered in your ear, making you nod vigorously. “Such a good little slut,” he mumbled. “Gonna cum all over this cock?” You whimpered, nodding again as you felt your orgasm wash over you. “Good girl,” Chan breathed, releasing your throat as he helped you ride your climax out. “You take me so well, you always have,” he continued to praise you as you came down from your high.
“Wait, what about you?” You whined, slowly coming to your senses. “Be a good girl and lay still for me, okay?” He whispered. You nodded as his hand covered your mouth and for good reason.
The next moment, he was pounding into you like his life depended on it, chasing his own high. His hand muffled your cries and screams of pleasure as he abused your cunt, bringing himself closer to his climax.
As your second orgasm rolled over you in waves, Chan let out a moan, hips stilling as he came. You felt his teeth dig into your shoulder as he released inside you, painting your walls white with his hot load. You moaned against his hand as he filled you up, your walls fluttering around him and milking his cock.
As you both came down together, chan released his hold over your mouth and groaned, kissing the spot where his teeth had dug into your skin. “Sorry,” he murmured, more to your skin than to you. You winced as he pulled out of you and sat back, looking down where he could see his cum seeping out of you. “Shit,” he cursed as he pulled his pants and underwear back up. “Let me get something to clean you up with.”
He was gone for a moment before he returned with a clean towel and spread your legs to clean your skin off. You felt two of his fingers gather his cum and push it back into you, causing you to moan into the sheets.
“Let’s get you dressed,” you heard him say softly.
He had your panties back on and your dress zipped back up in no time as you tried your best to salvage what was left of your appearance. “Do I look like I just got my brains fucked out?” You asked, hoping for an honest answer. Chan smiled, reaching up to take your chin in his fingers.
“Yeah but to be fair, you did just get your brains fucked out,” he answered, causing your cheeks to burn as you let out a whine and leaned into him, hiding your face in his neck. Chan let out a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.
“You want me to take you home?” He asked softly. “If I say yes, will you stay with me?” You asked quietly, fingers playing with the collar of his white shirt. The silence between you lasted for only a moment before he answered.
“Of course,” he replied. “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to.”
The two of you left his room, making your way back down to the first floor where the party was still in full swing and no one even batted an eye. Chan left you for a moment to get your coats but a moment was all it took for his mother and father to find you.
“You were upstairs for a while,” Mr. Lee said, smiling at you as Chan returned. “We were looking at all his awards,” you lied, looking up at Chan who smiled as he helped you into your coat before fumbling with his. “Your son is quite accomplished,” you added, noticing the way Chan’s cheeks burned and he tried to hide the pleased smile on his face.
Once his coat was on, he turned to his parents, explaining he was going to take you home and spend some more time with you. His mother and father bid you a goodnight, his mother pulling you into a hug and inviting you to come back for their New Years party. You might just take them up on that offer.
As you and Chan made for the door, his mother let out a squeal of delight, causing you to stop in your tracks and turn to look at her. Chan was also looking at his mother like she’d lost her mind. Her attention wasn’t on you however, it was directed to a spot just above your heads.
Looking up you noticed the mistletoe that hung above you. How had you not noticed that the stuff was hanging everywhere? In every doorway, from random places over hallways. Its placement must have been deliberate.
You glanced at Chan who looked from the holiday greenery to you, his expression blank for a moment before he shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him, his lips pressing against yours.
You kissed him back, ignoring the way his mother reacted as if you two had just gotten married or something.
When Chan pulled back, he smirked at you. “Shall we?” He asked, nodding towards the door. You nodded in response. “And you’ll stay with me?” You asked, eyes looking between his own.
His smirk softened into a smile as he pressed a short kiss to your lips. “As long as you want me to,” he answered.
“If you want me to, I’ll stay the whole damn night, baby. I’m not going anywhere this time.”
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