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concealed zippers - lc

title: concealed zippers pairing: lee chan x f!reader genre: smut (minors dni!), bestfriend!chan warnings: pining, teasing, sexual comments, explicit sex, fingering, oral (m. receiving), chan and reader are soft for each other w.c.: 3.4k summary: you ask your best friend to zip your dress up a/n: this actually wasn’t based off of taylor swift’s song dress but it came on when i was writing this and it was too perfect

“Chan!”

The calling of his name grabs his attention from where he’s looking at his phone. The dancer is waiting in your apartment living room waiting for you to finish getting ready. Chan is your date tonight to an event hosted by your work company. It’s some charity ball thing and if it wasn’t already obvious Chan doesn’t know much about it. The only reason he’s going is for free food (and because he’s a simp for you but he’s not going to admit that one out loud).

“What? Are you okay?” Chan walks to your bedroom door and stands outside of it.

“I need help!” Your panicked tone alerts Chan and he’s throwing your door open only for him to stop in his tracks. There you are, standing in the middle of your room, with your whole back exposed.

He takes a moment to look all of you over. You have on your favorite pair of black strappy heels that you keep wearing despite them always hurting your feet. He can see the way your wrists, ears, and neck are adorned with silver jewelry. Your hair is already all dolled up and he’s sure you already have all of your makeup on as well. These are all common things when you guys dress up together, no what catches his attention is your dress. Wrapped around your body is a maroon satin dress that hugs your hips a little too well. It doesn’t go past the middle of your thighs and only has little straps to hold it up.

Your smooth back is tantalizing to Chan and it takes everything in him not to walk up to you and start kissing up the exposed skin. 

“Can you zip me up?” The tone of your voice has switched to soft and shy and you look over your shoulder to look your best friend in the eye. “It’s a new dress so I’ve never worn it before. I didn’t realize the zipper was so small and hard to reach.” Chan licks his lips and only nods.

Nobody knows this besides maybe Vernon and Soonyoung but Chan has been madly in love with you for like two years now. Chan’s hands shake a bit as he reaches for the small zipper that sits at the small of your back, right above your butt. It’s one of the small oval zippers that are used on concealed zippers to hide inside of the dress. He’s about to grab the zipper but stops himself and quickly switches his demeanor.

Instead of taking the zipper between his fingers, he slides his hands against your skin and into your dress so he grabs at your bare waist. His fingers are so close to touching the swell of your breasts and your breath hitches a bit at the contact.

Chan leans in so his mouth is right by your ear. You can feel his breath against your neck as he whispers, “Are you sure you want me to zip it up? Why don’t we just skip this whole event and I take the dress off of you all together.”

It isn’t uncommon for Chan to act like this with you, flirty and sexual and pushing boundaries. It’s always played off as a joke and just Chan’s nature towards you due to your comfort and intimacy with one another, but you don’t know that Chan truly means it, and Chan doesn’t know that his words always leave you wanting more.

“C’mon Chan we have to get going soon. Please just zip my dress up?” Chan mistakes the breathiness in your voice for exasperation instead of desire and quickly snakes his hands back out of your dress. You have to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from whining at the loss of his touch. You know he’s only joking but you wish he meant it so badly. Your pussy is already damp just from thinking about his words and you want nothing but for him to rip your dress off and ravage you.

“Of course, princess.”

God that stupid nickname he insists on calling you. More a part of the game he plays with you. Teasing you with a smirk while you slowly die inside over it. 

Unbeknownst to you Chan is mentally freaking out. Why did he do that? You probably think he’s some kind of pervert now. He pushed it too far this time and he still has to zip your dress up. Chan does his best not to fumble as he actually grabs the zipper this time. He pulls the small maroon plastic piece up your back, his knuckles caressing against your warm skin as he does, and for some reason this touch seems even more sensual and intimate than the previous one.

Shivers are sent down your spine as Chan’s skin brushes yours. The feeling is gone far too soon for your liking as he finally pulls the zipper all the way into place. He even takes the time to tuck the zipper into the folds of the dress so it’s fully concealed the way it’s supposed to be. His hands run down your sides and rest on your waist. The fabric is thin and he can feel your body heat radiating up into his palms. You silently wish that the red fabric was gone so you could feel Chan’s hands on your bare body.

“Beautiful as always, princess. Ready to go now?”

You only nod and Chan pulls away again and you have to take a moment to catch your breath before you follow him out of the room.

Your dress is driving Chan crazy. The front has a cowl neck so it frames your boobs just perfectly with just enough cleavage to be considered teasing and not sleazy. The skirt keeps riding up your thighs and you have to keep pulling it back down and Chan watches every time as you tug the skirt down your legs that Chan so badly wants to be between. As you guys walk around the event Chan keeps a firm hand on your waist and as much as he loves the feel of the smooth material under his hand, he wishes that he could touch you under it as well.

As expected by the time the night is coming to a close Chan is practically supporting all of your weight because your shoes are hurting your feet so bad. You haven’t complained to him about it yet but he can tell just by the way you lean into him and continue to shift around.

“Come on princess, let’s get you home.”

When you get to your apartment your feet are throbbing but you don’t want to complain to Chan. You don’t have to though, because before you’re even able to get out of the car he’s opening your door and scooping you up into his arms.

“C-chan! What are you doing?”

“Shush, I know your feet are killing you. Let me help.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you into your apartment.

Your heart is hammering out of your chest and you hope he can’t feel it. You know he’s strong but you didn’t know he was this strong.

Inside Chan’s own head he’s trying his best to think pure thoughts, but all he can really think about is the way your thighs are pressing against his arm and the way his hand is just barely brushing the side of your breast. Speaking of, your breasts are nearly in his face with the way your arms are wrapped around him and Chan has to make sure he doesn’t look down at you because then he’ll be looking down your whole dress and he doesn’t want to pop a boner while he’s trying to just bring you to your apartment.

When Chan gets to your apartment he lets you down gently and you grip onto his forearm as you reach down to take off your shoes. You throw them to the side as you walk over to your bedroom. When you bent down to take off your shoes your dress rode up again, but this time you don’t bother to fix it. Chan gulps thickly as he watches you way away, your dress pulled up so far he can see all of your thighs on display.

“Hey Chan? Can you help unzip my dress?” You call for him once again.

Chan’s dick stirs around at just the thought of him unzipping your dress. He walks into your room where your back is already turned to him. Chan slowly walks up to you and grabs at the zipper again and slowly drags it down until it can’t go further, exposing your back once again.

Without even thinking Chan’s hand trails up your back, caressing your soft skin.

“Chan…”

“Princess?”

“Tell me you don’t want this.” You slip the straps of your dress down your shoulder but hold the front of your dress to your breasts so you don’t fully expose yourself.

“Fuck.” That’s all Chan says before he’s on you. His lips attach themself to your neck as his hands reach around you to pull your hands away from yourself. The dress slips down your body and onto the floor and you shiver not only from the cold air hitting your nipples, but also from the way Chan sucks a hickey into your neck.

Chan’s hands move to knead at your breasts and you moan at the feeling of finally having him touch you. “Channie~”

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Chan is picking you up again, only this time it’s to throw you onto your bed. He takes in the sight of you as his dick twitches. You’re looking up at him with the sweetest bedroom eyes with your perky tits on display, the only thing covering you being your thin black lace panties. “Shit Y/N, you’re beautiful.”

He leans down to kiss you and you finally understand all of the cheesy fireworks analogies that romance novels talk about. Everything just feels right when you kiss him. Your lips slot together perfectly and he kisses you tenderly yet passionately.

The moment he pulls away you miss the feeling of his lips on yours but you don’t mind that much when his mouth then moves to your right tit. You bring your hands up to grab at his hair, carding your fingers through the dark locks. After a few more licks, he moves to press open mouthed kisses onto your left breast. You mewl as you feel him roll your nipple between his teeth. He chuckles at this a bit. 

Desperate to speed up the pace of things, your fingers fumble with the button’s on Chan’s shirt. You’re close to just ripping the fabric off of him but Chan senses your impatience and swiftly unbuttons and sheds the shirt.

Your skin tingles at the way Chan’s warm, bare body presses against yours. His hand kneads at your waist as he starts to press playful kisses into your neck.

“Chan please,” you beg in a low voice.

“Please what princess?”

“I need you. Need you to touch me. Touch me here.” You grab his hand and slowly trail it down to in between your legs. Chan groans as he feels the way your panties are already damp. His fingers find your clit and he teases it slightly. Your body jolts at his touch and you whine as you feel your core get even wetter.

“Oh shit. Baby you’re so fucking wet for me.” Chan reaches down into your panties and the pads of his fingers trail your slit, smearing your slick all over your folds. You squirm around in the bed, praying that Chan will just get on with it, but he doesn’t of course. He slowly circles your clit, your arousal spreading across your clit as well.

“Chan please, I need you to finger me.”

“Ah good girl, using her words, asking so nicely.” Chan is playful with his words but mentally he’s dying to get his fingers inside of you. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep up the teasing dominant act before he fully breaks character.

Your hips buck up and you let out a high pitched squeal when Chan’s finger slips into your hole. He barely thrusts into you twice before he’s already adding another finger, muttering about how pliant your pussy is to his fingers.

“C-chan wait,” you call out, your voice coming out in between pants. Automatically Chan stops and pulls his fingers out of you.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yeah just, uh,” you flush red, “I want to suck your dick as well.”

“Oh.” Chan’s face also turns red. “Y-yeah, okay.”

You two shift around on the bed so Chan can lean against the headrest. Your face is by his lap, the rest of your body curled up next to you so Chan can still reach to finger you. His fingers easily penetrate you again as you start to palm at him through his dress pants. His cock is already hard and straining to be freed from the fabric.

You fiddle with the buttons and zipper until they come undone and you’re able to reach inside his pants and boxers to grab at his dick. You pull out the hard member and swallow at the sight of how thick it is. It’s average in length but the sheer girth of his dick makes your head spin, your hand barely able to fit around it.

As your hands paw at Chan’s pants he lifts his hips so you’re able to pull the garments down his legs and onto the floor. You do your best to fist him in your hand, pumping a few times. Chan breath stutters as you do and a bit of precum starts to leak out of his cock. You lean down to lick it up, running your tongue against the slit of his cock. Chan’s fingers piston into you harder as you continue to lick at Chan’s tip. You pucker your lips and suck the whole head into your mouth, your tongue swirling it around as you do.

“Shit princess, you’re making me feel so good.”

You respond by mumbling around his cock which does nothing but pleasure Chan even more, the vibration shooting right into his dick. You open your throat as you bob your head up and down, taking his whole length into you as you press your tongue against him. He’s so thick he can barely fit into your small mouth and Chan tries his best not to buck up into you.

Chan has three fingers buried into you now, curling up into your sweet spot. Your hips are grinding against his hand to try and gain friction against your clit because you’re just so close. Right as you feel your orgasm coming on you pull off Chan’s cock to tell him. It’s barely a second later that you’re clenching down in his fingers and cumming. You press kisses against his dick as your hand works to play with his tip. It’s enough stimulation to get Chan to cum as well, if the sight of you cumming on his finger wasn’t enough alone. 

Afterward you both take time to catch your breaths. You’re still turned on though and want more. You force yourself to sit up so you can crawl into Chan’s lap. You pull him into a searing kiss that he reciprocates hungrily.

Your kiss deeps as Chan palms at your ass cheeks. His hands are rough as the grope you, pulling your body into his. Your mouths clash against each other like hungry men who are experiencing their last meal, trying to remember what it tastes like. You grind your bare cunt against Chan’s cock and he involuntarily bucks his hips up against yours. His dick is still hard even though he’s cum once already. You whimper as the way his cock drags against your puffy lips.

Chan reaches around between your thighs and rubs at your entrance. You don’t think you can take anymore teasing and you whine. “Channie please, please fuck me. Want you to fill me up with your hot, thick cock.” You know you probably sound like a porn store right now but you can’t bring yourself to care, too needy for your best friend’s cock.

“I know princess, I know,” Chan coos as you as he kisses at your jaw. “Fuck do you have any rubbers?”

You nod and reach over into your nightstand drawer to pull out a little square packet. Your hands are shaking too much to open it though and Chan swipes it out from between your fingers and opens it before diligently rolling it onto himself. After he’s fully protected, one of his hands holds your hips steady as he lines himself up to your opening. Still guiding your hips, he helps you slowly sink down onto his cock. The stretch is tight, tighter than anything else that’s ever been inside of you, and your legs are already shaking by the time he’s all the way into you down to his hilt.

Chan’s breath is raggedy as he stares at the area between your thighs. Your pussy has a vice grip on his cock and he can see the way he disappears into you completely, your chubby pussy lips wrapped around him.

“Do you feel good baby? Anything hurt?”

“N-no. N-need Ch-Channie t’move,” you slur out, already a bit drunk on his cock. Chan’s mind isn’t too far off as his brain is flooded with only thoughts of your pretty pussy.

Chan wraps his arms around your waist and starts to move his hips up and down, his cock sliding in and out of you. He helps your body start to bounce on his cock to meet his thrusts. Your hands bury into Chan’s hair again and you grip hard. Chan doesn’t reprimand you though, enjoying the way your fingernails dig into his scalp.

Chan’s mouth is the perfect level to press kisses into your collar bones. His tongue runs along your neck and chest, nipping here and there as it does. In this moment Chan already knows that he will never get tired of the high pitches keens you keep letting out.

Too soon Chan feels his balls tightening but he won’t allow himself to cum until you do. He drags a hand up and down your side a couple of times before he brings it down to touch your clit. You gasp as he does and it only takes a couple of jerks of his fingers before your pussy is clenching him tight. You yank his hair, pulling his head back, as you moan loudly. Chan pulls your face down into his so he can kiss you as you let yourself climax. Your pussy is pulsating against his cock as you do and Chan is bucking up into you at a brutal pace, chasing his own release. His cum spurts into the condom as your lips mash together and low moans escape your throats.

After you finally come down from your high, Chan's hips come to a stop inside of you and you slump against him, resting your head against his shoulder. You mouth at his neck a bit and his fingers run up and down your back, both of you two too blissfully fucked out to do anything else.

Eventually Chan is lifting you up to gently pull out of you so he can take off the condom and tie it off. You laze sleepily on the bed, watching Chan clean himself off before he moves to clean you up as well. He presses soft, loving kisses against your skin as he does before he’s fully crawling back into bed with you, scooping you up in his arms.

“Does this mean you're my boyfriend now?” You ask in a small voice.

“Yep, and you’re never getting rid of me,” Chan mutters into your hair, where his face is buried.

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment forever,” you say out loud, just talking to the air. “Heh, all it took was a measly little zipper huh?”

“Oh god the zipper,” Chan groans. “You were killing me all night in that dress princess. Was so ready to just rip it off you and take you right there.”

“Fuck Chan. I can’t believe you’re really mine now.”

“All yours baby, and I’ll zip, and unzip, any dress you want me to.” You can feel him grinning and you find a small small work it’s way onto your face as well. You know that the next time you ask him to zip up your dress, you won’t be making it to the event.