[12:15pm] “Fuck, you look hot.” Chan says, eyes raking up and down your figure. You giggle, teasingly smacking your own ass. “Are you sure you don’t just want to stay in today? I can think of plenty of things that will keep us occupied.”
Snorting, you grab Chan’s hand to pull him outside. “You wish.”
He stays in place, and your attempt to drag him is useless. “Are you, uh, are you sure you want to wear that? Not that you don’t look good, it’s just-” Chan doesn’t finish his sentence. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? Didn’t you just say I look hot?”
“No- nothing’s wrong, y/n, you do look hot! I’m just worried you’ll be cold.” You start to shake your head, but Chan interrupts you by tossing his jacket to you. “Here, take my sweatshirt.”
“Babe, the air conditioning is broken. It’s like a hundred degrees in here, I think I’ll be fine.”
Chan huffs but finally lets you drag him out of the room. He keeps himself pressed to your back, arms wrapped around your stomach, hiding the strip of skin revealed by your crop top.
You drag Chan to the kitchen where some of the boys are currently eating lunch. Felix and Jisung shout your name as a greeting, Hyunjin and Minho mumbling ‘hello’s around mouthfuls of food. Chan’s arms tense around your waist.
“Looking good, y/n.” Felix says, wiggling his eyebrows. “Get all dressed up for Chan?”
Laughing, you shake your head. “No, it’s just always so hot in here. You really need to get the air conditioning fixed.”
“Wow, I hadn’t noticed.” Minho snarks. Jisung smacks the back of his head, prompting a glare from the elder. “Joking. I like your shirt, by the way.”
“Thanks, I sewed it myself!” You announce, proud of your art project. It’s just a simple shirt, though you had sewn the sleeves and cut the hem shorter.
Prying Chan’s hands off of you, you force him to sit down at the table while you grab food. You’ve been craving cereal all day, and so you set out on a hunt to find it. The box that you want is on the top shelf and you have to stretch to reach it. Your shirt rises with your movements, revealing the bottom of your lace bra. Blushing, you pull the shirt down with one hand, confident that no one saw your slip up.
You turn around just as Felix mumbles something to Chan, leaning close to whisper it into his ear. Jaw clenching, your boyfriend whispers something back before huffing and leaning back in his seat. Felix’s eyes widen at the response he gets.
Shrugging, you turn back around to pour the cereal into two bowls, doing the same with the milk. To thank you, Chan pulls you down for a kiss. A kiss that is much too filthy for the setting, surrounded by some of his closest friends in their kitchen. He tries to slip his tongue in and you pull away, embarrassed.
Conversation is kept light throughout the meal, though Chan seems on edge. You give his thigh a comforting squeeze and he jumps, thigh tensing under your touch. Frowning, you pull your hand away.
“Y/N, your legs look really good. Have you started running or something?” Hyunjin’s eyes trail down to your legs, exposed due to the cut of your shorts. You beam at the compliment.
“That’s so sweet, thank you! I started doing squats and stuff, so that’s probably it. I hate running.”
“Looks like it’s paying off.” Jisung chimes in.
Chan scoffs and stands up from the table, chair legs scraping against the ground as he storms off. You watch him go with a frown, your call of his name being ignored.
You finish your cereal quickly, rinsing the bowl out. “I should probably go check on him.” Excusing yourself, you make your way to his room.
Chan is laying on his bed with his eyes closed, earbuds in. One eye opens to see who you are before closing again. He shifts on the bed so that he’s facing away from you.
You tug one earbud out of his ear. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
His eyes finally open. You’re shocked by the intensity of his glare, his normally warm brown eyes filled with anger. “I dunno, go ask Minho.”
Frowning, you bring one hand up to run through his hair. “What? Did he say something to you?”
“Oh he said plenty of things. ‘Oh y/n, you look so good. Oh y/n, you’re in such good shape. Oh y/n, come let me fuck you’.” Chan’s says the words with a mockingly high pitched tone. Your mouth drops open, at a loss for words.
“Are you- are you jealous right now? Because they complimented my clothing?”
“No, I’m pissed because you were flirting with them, acting so oblivious to everything. Did you plan to strip for them, or was it just your bra you wanted to show them.” He’s sitting up now, leaning forward so that his face is mere inches from your own.
“That was an accident! And I wasn’t fucking flirting, Chan. I was being friendly, because I am friends with them.”
“Oh yeah, you were definitely being friendly. Did you forget that you’re mine, y/n?” His voice drops at these words, anger still bleeding into his words. It’s probably a bad idea, but you could have some fun with this.
“I don’t know, Chan. Why don’t you remind me?”
The words hand in the air for a moment, neither of you moving. Finally, they seem to register, and Chan springs into action, one hand fisting into your hair, tugging you closer. His lips smash against yours almost violently and you gasp, moaning at the way he nips and bites at your lips.
He makes his way down your jaw, sucking a trail of bruises down your neck. You cry out when he bites down particularly hard, a groan leaving him as you pull at his hair.
You whine in protest when he pulls away from you, strong hands grabbing you by the waist and flipping you over. He positions you so that you face away from him, your ass high in the air. A hand strokes over the swell of your ass and you wiggle it impatiently.
The slap rings through the room long after it is delivered. You arch away from it, a cry of pain leaving your lips as your face falls into the mattress. He does it again, the feeling dulled through the denim of your shorts. His fingers work at the zipper before he slides the clothing down past the swell of your ass.
This time you moan, pressing into his touch, enjoying the tingles it sends through your body. You wait for another spank, but it doesn’t come.
There’s the sound of a hitting the floor, a zipper being tugged down, and then the blunt head of Chan’s cock is pressing against your entrance. He teases you with just the tip for a few moments before slamming in, making you take him all in one go.
“F-fuck, you’re so wet. You really are a slut, hmm?” You can’t even think of anything to respond with, the pain-pleasure of being filled making your mind blank out. His hips rock into you slowly before he picks up the pace, slamming into you roughly. “My dumb little slut.”
There’s another smack to your ass and you jolt, rutting back against him. “You really like this that much?” Chan asks, palm soothing over the flesh. “Your pretty little cunt just got so tight when I did that.”
He hits you again and you cry out, not bothering to muffle your moans. They increase in volume until you’re coming, hand gripping the sheets so tightly that you’re afraid they might rip.
You’re given no time to recover from your orgasm, Chan continuing to thrust into you at the same pace, chasing his own high. He twists one hand into your hair and yanks, your head snapping back at his command.
The last orgasm has barely just hit you and you’re already close again, rutting desperately against Chan’s cock. He’s so good, filling you up perfectly, hitting it just right. His hands rest heavily on your waist, using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.
“Who’s making you feel this way?” Chan demands, sliding down so that his chest presses against your back. You can feel a second orgasm building up, blood boiling like lava in your veins.
“You are.” You gasp, barely able to form the words.
Chan acts like he didn’t hear you. “Is it Felix?” Whimpering, you shake your head. “Jisung? Is it Minho making you feel this way.”
“Then tell me, slut, who is making you feel this good?” His thrusting gets even harsher, thick cock dragging against your sensitive walls oh-so-wonderfully.
“You are!” You cry, dropping your head into your hands. “F-fuck, you are. Chan-” The rest of your sentence is cut short as your orgasm slams into you, vision blurring as you lose yourself to the bliss. Chan fucks you through it, pace not even slowing until he’s coming, pulling out to paint your lower back and ass with his come.
Chan collapses next to you before reaching for his shirt, using it to clean the come off of your skin. You pull him towards you, giving him a slow, lazy kiss.
“You know I love you, right? Just you, not anyone else.” You say, gazing into his eyes. Chan’s gaze softens at the confession and he nods.
“Yeah, I know. I love you too, y/n. I just get so jealous when the guys sit there and ogle you.” He drops his forehead so that it rests against your own. “Now let go of me so that I can clean you up.”