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It was Friday night when you and Chan entered the gym, the tension between you both having been palpable all day. It started that morning when he woke up, hard and needy, his body pressed against yours as he sought relief. You were more than willing to help, and a heated make-out session ensued, hands wandering and clothes beginning to peel away. But just as things were getting intense, a knock on the door interrupted you—the van had arrived to pick Chan up for his schedule. He groaned in frustration, and you couldn't help but giggle at the situation.
With shared sighs, you both got dressed, leaving things frustratingly unfinished. At the venue, you watched him and the boys give an interview, but even with his usual bubbly demeanor, you could see the tension in Chan's body, the way his jaw clenched and his fingers twitched. During a short break, he managed to pull you aside, out of sight, and crashed his lips onto yours, his desperation clear. But once again, you were interrupted—this time by his makeup artist, who needed to touch up his face.
By the time you got home, the dorm was far from quiet. The boys were bustling about, and there was no privacy to be found. The tension between you and Chan was still simmering, so you suggested heading to the gym. Maybe a good workout could help release some of the frustration.
The gym was empty at this late hour, and it started innocently enough. You and Chan fell into your usual rhythm, taking turns spotting each other, focusing on your respective workouts. But as you moved on to squats, things began to spiral. Chan was close behind you, his body hovering just inches away as you lowered yourself down. The subtle brush of your butt against his crotch sent a jolt through both of you, the touch too light to ignore.
A low groan escaped Chan's lips, and you felt a knot tighten in your stomach, your pulse quickening. As you finished your set, he was quick to pull you close, your back flush against his chest.
"I've been hard the whole day," he groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You're killing me with those squats."
His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body reacting instantly. "Maybe we should do something about it," you breathed, your voice laced with anticipation.
Without hesitation, Chan guided you to one of the dressing rooms, his hand firm on your waist. The moment the door clicked shut, he was on you, his lips crashing onto yours in a rough, desperate kiss. His hands roamed your body with urgency, and it didn't take long for you to be a breathless mess under his touch.
His fingers grazed over the fabric of your leggings, finding the damp spot that had already formed. "You're so wet already," he murmured against your lips, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You like this, don't you?"
You could only nod, your words caught in your throat as he continued to tease you, his fingers pressing against your most sensitive spot through the thin material. But Chan wasn't satisfied with just your silent agreement.
"Use your words, baby girl," he demanded, his hand pausing just enough to make you whimper in frustration.
"Yes," you gasped, your voice trembling. "I like it."
That was all he needed to hear. With a swift movement, he lifted you onto the sink counter, tugging your leggings down in one fluid motion. His fingers found you again, this time without the barrier of fabric, and you moaned at the intensity of his touch.
Chan's name fell from your lips in a breathless chant, your body arching into his hand as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, his fingers moving in a rhythm that had you trembling in no time.
"I'm close, Channie," you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper.
"It's okay," he replied, his voice soft and soothing despite the fire in his eyes. "Let go for me."
His words were your undoing. The wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body convulsing as you came apart around his fingers. But Chan wasn't done with you yet. Before you could fully come down from your high, he pulled you off the counter, spinning you around and bending you over the sink.
You barely had time to catch your breath before you felt him at your entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against you. And then, with one powerful thrust, he was inside you, filling you completely. A guttural moan escaped both of you at the sensation, the feeling of finally being connected after a day of teasing and frustration almost too much to bear.
Chan didn't hold back. His thrusts were deep and powerful, each one fueled by the frustration that had been building inside him all day. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he drove into you again and again.
You were a mess beneath him, your mind lost in the pleasure as he took control, your body pliant and eager for him. The sound of skin against skin filled the small dressing room, mingling with the moans and gasps that escaped your lips.
"God, you feel so good," Chan groaned, his voice rough with need. "I've been thinking about this all day..."
His words sent another jolt of pleasure through you, and you pushed back against him, desperate to take him deeper, to feel more of him.
"You like that, baby? You like the way I fuck you?" he continued, his voice a low growl in your ear.
"Yes," you moaned, barely able to form the word as he drove you higher and higher. "Yes, Chan... I love it."
Your words seemed to push him over the edge. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. The intensity of his movements sent you spiraling, the knot in your stomach tightening once again as another orgasm built within you.
"Cum with me," Chan panted, his voice strained as he held on, waiting for you.
With one final, powerful thrust, you both came undone together, your bodies shaking as the pleasure washed over you in waves. Chan's grip on your hips tightened as he rode out his orgasm, before finally slowing his movements.
For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, catching your breath as you leaned against the sink, his body draped over yours. The tension that had been building all day was finally gone, replaced by a warm, satisfied glow.
Slowly, Chan pulled out of you, helping you stand upright before turning you around to face him. He cupped your face in his hands, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, his touch gentle now that the storm had passed.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with love as he looked into your eyes.
You nodded, a tired but content smile spreading across your face. "More than okay," you replied, your voice still a little breathless. "That was... incredible."
Chan chuckled softly, pulling you into his arms for a warm embrace. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his voice softening as he buried his face in your hair. "I'm glad we finally got some time alone."
"Me too," you whispered, resting your head against his chest as you both stood there, basking in the afterglow.
Eventually, you both got fully dressed again, straightening yourselves out before leaving the dressing room hand in hand. As you walked out into the empty gym, you couldn't help but laugh softly, the tension that had plagued you both all day now a distant memory.
"Maybe we should hit the gym more often," you teased, glancing up at him with a playful grin.
Chan smirked, giving your hand a squeeze. "I think that's a great idea," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
