Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 15 - The Game

You opened your eyes to Chan lying beside you in the bed, wide awake and smiling at you, dimples set at full cuteness. Startled, you sat up. "What?!" He sat up beside you, practically beaming. "Good morning!" He leaned over and gave you a quick but firm kiss on the lips.

He smelled so good. You blinked at him. "Um, good morning?"

"Pancakes?" He slid out of the bed, naked, and walked over to the desk to grab the room service menu.

"What is happening right now??" you muttered and shook your head, trying to clear it, though looking at his ass seemed to take priority over any logic as far as your brain was concerned. Chan was already on the phone, cheerfully ordering breakfast. You took the chance to rush to the bathroom and close the door, looking at yourself in the mirror. I don't look crazy, you thought, but this is weird, right? You thought it through while you brushed your teeth. You figured Chan would be long gone back to work when you woke up. You looked at your phone. It's 10am. That means he slept over 12 hours! And he's not working! Did I break him??

He was sitting cross-legged on the bed when you came out, his blanket across his lap, still smiling. He patted the spot next to him, and you sat. "Is everything okay, Chan? Do you know what time it is?" "Yep! It's time for this to come off." He grabbed your sleep shirt and tried to pull it over your head, but you resisted and he rolled you over on the bed so that the shirt rode up anyway, giving you a sharp smack on the bottom. You squealed and flipped onto your back, protecting your ass, and he pounced on you, his delicious lips at your ear. "Breakfast will be here in 15 minutes. Would you rather spend them fighting or fucking?"

Put that way, you couldn't really argue that one wasn't way better than the other. You stopped resisting and let him pull your shirt off. He growled and ran his hands and mouth down your body, trailing his tongue across your torso. You just watched him, still in some kind of shock, but unable to keep from moaning as he latched on to one nipple after the other. His cock was rigid and huge, pressing into your inner thigh. He kissed up your neck before hiking one of your knees up over his elbow and sinking into you fully in one smooth move. You arched under him, trying to catch your breath from being filled so fast, but he didn't give you a moment, rolling his hips into yours and kissing you ferociously.

Seeing his body laboring between your thighs made you insane, made you moan and dig your nails into his back. Chan found the angle he wanted by watching your face, and from then on he was on a mission. He drove you relentlessly to orgasm, curving his hips up perfectly so he hit your g-spot with every thrust.

The feel of his athletic body against yours, his muscles sliding smoothly under your hands, brought you to the edge. "There's my girl," he whispered, slightly smiling and licking his bottom lip. The look on his face as you crested pushed you over. He knew exactly how to work you somehow, playing you like a violin. Your orgasm was swift and powerful, and he dove deep as your muscles clenched around him. The strength of it jolted him into ecstasy too, and he threw his head back and gasped happily at the surprise of it. His cock pulsed as it emptied inside of you, a feeling that you absolutely loved.

He stayed on top of you, kissing your neck lightly, the both of you still trembling. "Christopher, what the hell has gotten into you?" you said once you could breath again, calling him by his English name. He laughed into your shoulder. "I haven't felt this good in so long. I don't know what you did to me, but..." He lifted himself up on those lickable arms and kissed you.

There was a knock at the door and he leapt out of bed. "Oh perfect timing. I'm so hungry, aren't you?" He headed for the door, wrapping himself in the blanket he'd arrived in. You realized he didn't have any clothes here so he was either planning to go back to his room soon or lounge around here naked. Not that he seemed to mind being naked, at all, and you were definitely here for it. He brought in a rolling cart covered with food and juices, and you pulled on your giant tshirt and joined him at the table.