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lixtokki · 2 years

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channie's room

pairing: chan x reader (afab) word count: 2.6k rating: 18+ warnings: cockdumb. breeding. dirty talk. fucking in chan's room. he calls you pup. you're dirty and desperate asf in this one, basically. a/n: 100 followers special....!! i'm sure chan's room is a common backdrop for these sort of fics but i wanted to join in! nOT PROOFREAD BTW IM LAZY

“so, this is where the magic happens?” you say with a smile, looking around the small confines of the infamous chan’s room. turns out, it looks a lot smaller when you can only see it through a vlive or a hastily taken selfie. its small but, you expected smaller. it’s actually roomier than i thought.”

“yeah, i manage.” chan says, sat in his desk chair, feeling slightly under the microscope as you sweep your gaze over his second home. hell, he sleeps here more than he sleeps in his own bed; the couch, which takes up most of the room in this glorified closet, is necessary.

chan had been hesitant to bring you here. to his room. to the jyp building. he’s not supposed to be dating and he’d fed the managers a few lies about how you knew each other… whether or not they actually believed him was yet to be determined.

its 2am and, luckily, he’d managed to get you into the building without anyone questioning it. most of the staff are at home, so most of the people who might question your presence are dealt with. he knew minho, hyunjin and felix were in the dance studio — floors below, a safe enough distance. he’d told everyone he was going to bed anyway. then, he brought you here.

“it’s weird seeing you in here, not through a screen,” you have to point out, gingerly taking a seat on the sofa. you eye his setup, an idea coming to mind. “nice view. weird to think someone could be sucking you off during your vlives and we’d never see them.”

chan’s eyes widen at the sheer thought. “i. i would never,” he gasps. and you believe him. he’d never do something so dangerous.

“i know, i know,” you reassure him, “you’d never do something so dirty.”

chan winces, pretty noticeably. he bites down on his bottom lip, eyeing you with a slanted gaze. “babygirl…” his voice serves as a warning, a warning you have no plans to heed.

“what about when you’re not live?” you continue, very tactfully changing your seat from the couch to his lap, straddling him in his chair, “you ever fucked anyone in here?” you press your mouth to his ear, swiping at his earlobe with your tongue.

“what if i have?” he replies with a smirk, his hands attaching to your waist.

“then you better have a good reason for why you haven’t fucked me in here yet.” you snap quietly, rolling your hips against him. chan chuckles into your ear and it has all the hair on the back of your neck prickling upwards.

suddenly, a hand tangles itself expertly in your hair, tugging you roughly so you’re face to face with chan. “maybe i only fuck good girls in here.”

you wanna play some more. wanna tease him. but chan is better at this than you. and he always wins. you’re always the one to give in first, to palm him through his shorts, to rut against him so pathetically that he laughs in victory before fucking you with your legs hooked over his shoulder. and tonight will probably be no different; but you attempt.

“but fucking a bad girl in here would feel so much better.” you tell him, grinding him roughly, suddenly glad you wore sweatpants.

chan looks at you with an eyebrow cocked upwards. “yeah?” he says, “sounds like something a bad girl would say.” he slides one hand up your sweatshirt, tugging down a laced cup of your bra so he can claim one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

you moan, a little louder than you ought to, and chan freezes. his hand stilling your grinding hips. he looks to the closed door and then back at you, his gaze piercing, stern. “you want everyone at jyp to hear you?” his pinches your nipple, hard, “quiet. or i’ll stop.”

“y-yes chan. m’ sorry.” you whine at him, burying your face in his neck. oh how easy it was to have you crumbling under him, atop him, anywhere. he grins, continuing to tug playfully at your hard little nipple.

“is that why you wanted me to fuck you in here? you want everyone to hear you?” he sneers, taking your ear lobe between his teeth and sucking dutifully before continuing, “you think i’m gonna bend you over that table and let everyone hear you?”

you just manage to a stifle another moan. chan’s freshly erect cock pushing up against you through the combined barrier of his thin shorts and your loose sweatpants. still, you wanted to play more. “what? is baby too scared he’ll get caught? don’t wanna get into trouble?” you pout and mockingly suck on your thumb, fucking loving the flash of anger you catch in his eyes.

“up.” he commands, his large hand wrapping around your jaw, gripping your cheeks and making you pout; you follow at once as he guides you up, off him and onto the floor, where you kneel by his leg. you sit your pussy right on his shoe, for good measure, and wrap your arms around his leg.

he looks at you, like you’re the dirtiest little slut he’s ever brought up here — and you’re going to make sure you are.

chan starts tidying away his expensive shit that litters the desk, for as much as he wants to fuck you silly, he doesn’t have warranty on half this stuff. “get yourself off while i do this.” he says, dropping his left hand to your face and pushing his thumb into your mouth.

you obey immediately, grinding against his leg desperately like some pathetic dog. needy and humpy and so fucking wet. you can tell chan is taking his time on purpose. he’s even opened his laptop. you hear him click away with his free hand, nonchalantly, like nothing’s happening below the desk. he’s such a god damn expert at maintaining his cool, it has you wondering if he’s ever done anything like this during a live. his composure is so perfect… you’d never know. the very thought has you humping his leg harder, faster. chan’s shoe doesn’t provide ideal friction, but you’re desperate so you rut and rut, hoping your clit finds purchase on anything.

you swirl his thumb around your mouth, uncaring that your reluctance to actually close your lips around him has left drool trailing down your chin.

chan had won without you even noticing. fuck. going dumb already and he wasn’t even paying attention to you. this has to be your lowest fucking moment — literally. your pussy flush against his shoe, drool all over your chin… pathetic.

“look at you.” chan says, right on cue, tugging his thumb out of your mouth, admiring the string of saliva that connects the two of you until it snaps. “fucking yourself dumb on my shoe. yeah?”

you nod slowly, eyes huge and shiny, staring at chan like he put the stars in the sky. “yeah. yeah. want channie.” you babble, rutting against his shoe again, “i’ll be so quiet. please, please fuck me.”

chan ponders for a moment or two, dragging this out as much as he possibly can. he even taps his chin comically and hmm’s and ahh’s as he “considers” fucking you. “i dunno,” he finally says, lifting his foot upwards against your pussy, “maybe i am too scared. don’t wanna get into trouble.”

you bite back a distraught moan, only barely though, chan hears the whine catch in your throat and he grins straight down at you, working his foot against your overdressed cunt.

“channie. please. i’m so wet,” you beg, rutting harshly against his shin, too turned on to even think straight, “chan it’s too much. please.”

when tears start forming in your eyes, chan’s interest is entirely piqued. he pouts at you, his eyes full of ingenuous concern. “is baby gonna cry about it?” he mockingly sucks his thumb, smirking as he does so.

yeah. yeah you were gonna cry. the shoe wasn’t enough, your clit was aching, your knees are dirty from the dusty floor and chan was laughing at you. you whimper, letting the tears fall, pressing your pussy so hard against chan’s shoe that you’re sure you could break his ankle.

“god. you’re so fucking pretty when you cry, puppy.” chan groans. finally, something gets to him. his hand comes to your face and thumbs away your tears, quickly shoving the same thumb into your mouth. you lap up your own salty tears while crying more out. “does babygirl want fucked?”

you nod your head furiously, still sucking away at his thumb. you meet his gaze through your teary vision, pleading to him with your shiny eyes. “please please, please. i want fucked. i’ll be good. i’ll be quiet.” you round your slurred sentence off by squeezing your thighs around his shoe.

“i know you’ll be quiet. because you don’t wanna fucking find out what happens if you’re not.” chan grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you upwards until you’re half-standing and pushes you until you’re completely bent over the desk; presented to him. you continue to weep in anticipation, not entirely sure what chan has in store for you. like a good girl, you stay quiet and wait for whatever is coming next.

“would love to go live right now and stream your fucked out face to thousand of people.” chan mutters, pressing his sheathed erection against your ass. his fingers hook around around the waistband of your sweatpants and he yanks them down, underwear in tow, exposing your ass and cunt to the room. “my gosh. you’re leaking everywhere, pup.” he runs two fingers through your folds, from your hole to your clit and back again. you wriggle at the touch, attempting to push yourself against him… but he steps away, tutting.

“so hasty. are you that desperate?” he chides, raising his hand up and delivering a harsh slap to your exposed ass cheek.

you are. fucking hell you are. “i am. i am,” you tell him through a chorus of half-sobs and half-moans, shaking your ass and pussy at him; your chest and face are pressed to the desk below, braced and ready for the ungodly force chan is surely about to unleash upon you. “channie. please. i need you inside.”

“in here?” he asks, pressing the tip of his thumb inside you ever so slightly, “you want me in here?”

curbing the urge to scream, you just groan some unintelligible noises of agreement. you’d unknowingly drooled on the desk below you and now your face and hair was covered in dry saliva; you didn’t even give a fuck. everything else could wait until after chan had fucked you stupid.

“shit.” chan’s voice comes from behind you, his tone serious all of a sudden, “i don’t have condoms here.”

god, are you fucking sick of his shit. you stamp your feet and whine. “cum inside. just cum inside me, channie, please!” your voice cracks again, “i want you to cum inside. want your puppies. please.”

now, you seemed to have rendered chan almost speechless; he keeps the tip of his thumb moving in and out of your hole, enjoying the way your cunt chases his hand for more. “you want me to put my pups in you, yeah?”

“please.” is all you can say now. your hair sticks to your face, drool coats your chin, previously shed tears have left your eyes reddened. what more could chan do to you?

finally, you seem to be in luck. he delivers another quick slap to you ass before you feel him wriggling out of his shorts and boxers. “puppy’s cried enough today. i’ll take it from here.” and in one swift motion, he’s buried entirely inside you, his cock stuffing you to the stomach.

you cry out, shoving your own fingers in your mouth in a hurried attempt to suppress the noise. chan seems pleased with your makeshift gag. he slides his dick entirely out of you, before pushing back in. in and out, in and out. his strong hands grip your waist tight, slamming you backwards, matching his rhythm.

“look at this little cunt. so wet and willing to take my puppies.” chan grunts behind you, slamming into you, suddenly not concerned about volume as the sound of your skin slapping together fills the room. he pulls his dick out again, using its tip to spread your juices all through your folds. you shudder, weak to the sensation of his cock pushing through your pretty slit, teasing your clit. “feel that. feel how wet pup is for me.”

for, what seems like an eternity, chan stays, slapping his cock against your sensitive clit. each slap sending sharp prickles of electricity through every vein in your body. every part of you was on fire. you’re limp against the desk now, letting chan handle you however he liked. he shoves his thick cock back inside you, fucking you again, rougher, faster. hands holding you tighter, creating bruises for sure.

he peers up at your face and nearly blows his load at the sight of you splayed out on the desk, fingers shoved haphazardly in your mouth, eyes rolling back. you looked fucking possessed. and it’s driving chan crazy.

now, it’s his turn to stifle a groan as he bucks into your cunt, his eyes trained steadily on your face as you lose your mind to cock.

“wan’ cum.” you mumble, through a mess of fingers, spit and hair.

chan already knew, he could feel you tightening. he slackens his pace, fucking you deeper rather than faster. “can pup even handle it?” he asks, his voice like venom as slowly pumps into you, “look at you. fucked out. you’re nothing but a place for me to empty my pups into.”

“yeah. yeah.” you agree, your brain seeing nothing but black fuzz and stars, “want breed.”

“i’ll breed you baby, i’ll fucking—“ chan holds your waist completely still, holding you tight as he relentlessly slams into you, “fucking. fill you up.”

your orgasms land like two trucks colliding into each other. chan cursing furiously in hushed whispers while you gag and whine around four of your fingers. chan keeps you bouncing against him while he empties his cum into you, careful not to a waste a speck; and all you can do is lay there and take it — not that you have any objections. “can’t believe that little cunt of yours can hold all that cum.” he says, panting like he’d just run a marathon. “baby?”

“mm?” you whine, still unmoving. limp. the aftershocks of your orgasm still buzzing through your nerves. chan loops his arms around your midriff and brings your back to his chest — and he has to really hold you up, because you sure aren’t in any state to hold yourself up.

with his cock still buried inside you, he hugs you tightly, melding his body together perfectly with yours. he kisses your neck, your head, he wipes the drool off your cheek and fixes your hair. “so pretty…” he coos gently in your ear, massaging made up patterns into your hips and waist. “my babygirl.”

you sigh happily at those words, craning your neck round so chan can plant a kiss on your lips.

then. there’s a knock at the door. you both freeze on the spot.

“…channie-hyung,” comes hyunjin’s quiet voice, “are you done yet?”

#bangchan x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bangchan smut #skz x reader #bang chan x y/n #skz smut #cham #mine

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thedawner · 1 year

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Gnarly portrait commission for The_GoblinCave on Twitter!

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hobogobbo · 10 months

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lebanon pride

#lesbian #wlw pride #cham #chimereon #closed species #pride #pride art #pride2023 #pride flag #furry #oc #anthro #digital art #oc design #art #hobo art

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womanonthehill · 3 months

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I wanna cry

#Mileapo #mile phakphum #Apo Nattawin #Cham

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folkfashion · 1 year

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Cham woman, Vietnam, by Réhann

#cham #vietnam #asia #southeast asia #traditional fashion #traditional clothing #cultural clothing #folk clothing

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rars · 2 months

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sparkle off! forget who you are

#oc #furry #anthro #fursona #eden #chimereon #chimereons #cham #my art #original character #sfw furry #cleanfur #animated

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ddwcaph-game · 11 days

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Okay, so I know I said MC can only have one mutual crush... but after thinking about it, I'm considering making an exception, and adding a triad "poly-crush" option between Wayne, Cham, and MC.

If this is something you're not interested in, I want to make it clear that this is just an option—having a crush on Wayne will NOT automatically make the triad a thing. He will not even get the idea unless MC suggests it as a possibility.

So why am I considering adding this option?

I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but if your MC doesn't get into a mutual crush with Wayne by the start of Volume 5, then Wayne and Cham will "get together" in Volume 6, because that's what happens in the original version of my novel before I made it an IF. Their ship name is actually Champayne, hehe. 🥂

If you're someone who dislikes pursuing ROs who gets together with someone else if you're not pursuing them (thinking that your MC is only getting in the way), I figured adding this option will somewhat alleviate that issue.

Now, MC having a mutual crush on Wayne won't prevent his attraction to Cham (especially because it's not even an official relationship with MC yet), but because of their unusual circumstances, Wayne will be just as happy being with MC. So yes, Wayne will not even get the idea, unless MC develops a crush on Cham too and suggests the possibilty of a poly-relationship (MC only gets the idea because the group encounters a polygamous family in Volume 2).

Which brings me to my next point: A minor issue I have with Cham as a crush option, is that she is fairly similar to Wayne, personality-wise (if Wayne was oblivious rather than flirty). Now that's not exactly a problem, but I figured: if you like Wayne, then it's very likely that you will like Cham as well—which should make the poly option feel more natural.

Of course, Wayne will be very receptive to the idea. When you finally get the mutual crush talk with Wayne, he'll actually tell MC that he won't get mad or jealous if MC shows attraction to someone else. MC will get the choice too if they're okay with Wayne teasing and (non-seriously) play-flirting with others, but if not, Wayne will try to honor MC's wishes, and the triad option will not appear at all.

This might be a bit of a spoiler regarding Wayne's parents, but I think it's important to mention that both Nestor and Mary would be totally supportive of the idea (yes, Mary too, but not for the reasons you're probably thinking), so you don't have to worry about that.

Finally, the last reason for me adding this option is... I just think it's fun to write. 😄 Cham is just fun to write in general, and I hate that she doesn't appear in the story for a long time.

Now, the jury's still out on whether Cham will stay as a stand-alone crush option, but that really depends on how popular Cham is, and I have no real way of gauging that when you don't even meet Cham until Volume 5.

Will there be more poly-crush options in the future? Most likely not. The only reason I even considered this as an option is because Wayne and Cham are the perfect candidates for it, and I don't see any other combination of crush options working out.

It's still a very long time before I can actually make this happen, but if this is something you're interested in, please let me know your thoughts! 😊

#ddwcaph development #crush options #wayne #cham

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fromperdition4 · 7 days

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Best Friends

In honour of today's prompt "Favourite Platonic Relationship", I think it's time we give an award out to the best friend on the show - vote for your pick below!

Disclaimer: for the purposes of this (very limited) poll, I'm only including 'supporting' characters whose primary purpose on the show is to be a friend/like a friend to one of the more primary characters.

Feel free to talk about friendships between main characters in the replies, though!

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wings-of-fire-confessions · 4 months

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i know many people will dissagree w me and perfer them as platonic but to me scarlet x chameleon as a ship is funny

#wings of fire confessions #wof confessions #wof #wings of fire #shipping #queen scarlet #ex queen scarlet #cham #chameleon #chameleon wof

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pinkyplushiemaker · 3 months

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Happy Friday everyone. I have had a busy start already to this year.

I also wanted to share some cute plushes I made for Clint from Clints Reptiles. I'm sure he recieved them by now ♡. He's my number one fav reptile guy. His videos started my need for reptiles in my life. I made these for him as a Thank you and a congratulations on his opening of his reptile room. ♡♡

#clints reptiles #plush #plushie #plushes #pinkyplushiemaker #custom plush #chameleon #cham

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mileapo · 3 months

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020224 -Apo’s Instagram Update

#apo nattawin #cham #instagram #moc x boc

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lixtokki · 2 years

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i've never done that before

pairing: chan x reader (afab) word count: 2.0k rating: 18+ warnings: pussy eating. fingering. squirting!!!!! you watch porn tgt for a bit. dirty talking (as usual). a/n: hahaha. im just a chan-smut machine at this point. i'll proofread this at some point i swear

watching porn with chan’s head perched upon your shoulder, his chest touching your back, his semi pushed gently against your ass was… a different experience than what you were used to. not bad — no, definitely not bad. being completely honest, you were a little embarrassed, showing chan the things you watched when no one else was around. and he was pretty taken aback at the library of bookmarks you’d amassed. so much filth. he could barely believe it.

“you are fucking filthy.” he said, snatching the phone out of your hand, opting to scroll through the smut with his own thumbs instead. you make a feeble attempt to stop him.

“i’m embarrassed,” you whine, “let me do it.” but he keeps the phone firm in his grasp, thumbing through your dirty little secrets. a lot of the videos are full of things that don’t surprise him, things he’s done to you, done with you. there’s an unsurprising surplus of pussy eating videos, and he has to chuckle into your ear.

“wonder what your favourite is.” he sniggers, pressing a chaste kiss against your neck. finally deciding on a video to watch to completion, he taps a pussy eating video and turns the volume up, well aware that you enjoy the noises that accompany the act.

“so interesting to see what you watch when i’m not available,” he continues, “you ever gotten off to this video?”

embarrassed, you nod your head and squeeze your thighs together, the combination of chan’s breath on your neck and the video playing in front of you proving to be too much for your pussy to handle.

“yeah?” chan says, pushing his dick against your ass, grinding you ever so lightly, “my babygirl is so dirty when i’m not around.”

you shake your head. no, no. but how are you to deny it when chan is sitting here, browsing through your personals while your shorts dampen at the mere feeling of his clothed dick pressing up against you. your attention flutters back to the video, the video you’ve seen so many times before — you know what’s coming and you’re curious for chan’s reaction.

the amateur video comes to a close with the guy sucking the girls clit like a champion, two fingers expertly drilling into her until she cums everywhere, squirting all over the guys face until he’s drenched. he doesn’t stop tonguing her, mouth open, willing, desperate to taste.

behind you, chan hums curiously. “wasn’t expecting that,” he says, letting your phone drop onto the bed, “have you… ever done that?”

“never,” you tell him honestly. you aren’t sure you’re even capable of it. “apparently it’s hard to do it.”

unbeknownst to you, chan’s eyebrow cocks upwards in surprise; you’ve accidentally prepositioned him with a challenge. “is that so?” he asks with a smirk, his free hand finding a coveted spot on your thigh. he presses tender little circles into your skin and, above, he sinks his teeth into your neck, only lightly, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough for you to let the smallest whimper escape your mouth.

“mm,” chan continues, dragging his tongue across the freshly bitten expanse of skin, “would be so. fucking. hot. if you could do that for me.”

“wan’ squirt for you, chan.” you say, your voice meek and small, “want you to be the only one who can make me squirt.”

and, oh, how you’ve tripped one of chan’s switches with that line. he growls against you, his fingers quickly finding your clit through your pyjama shorts, rubbing harsh circles into your most sensitive spot. “you wanna squirt all for me, babygirl?” he asks, his tone dripping in condescension. all you can do is nod your head and push your ass further against his rock hard cock that was making quite the space for itself under chan’s grey sweatpants.

suddenly, chan breaks contact with you, sitting up in bed and laying you on your back. he drags his gaze up and down your body, taking in the view of you, all the way from your clenched thighs to your reddened cheeks.

“god. i wanna fucking devour you right now.” chan breathes out, his tone low and serious. he tugs the waistband of your shorts down and down, scoffing when he discovers you aren’t wearing underwear. “wow.” he says flatly, “you’re practically begging for me to eat your pussy at this point.”

with words failing you, all you can muster is weakly thrusting your cunt upwards, hoping chan will be merciful enough to take the hint.

wishful thinking, of course. “words, babygirl.” he commands, softly.

“want channie to eat— eat my pussy.” you whine, kicking your legs expectantly. “please.”

his response only comes in the form of a pleased chuckle. he tugs your shorts completely off, admiring the view of your exposed cunt. “this?” he teases, sliding his thumb through your folds before flicking at your clit, “you want me to eat this?”

“please. please. please.” you rut against his thumb, his pace too slow for your liking. it only spurs you on more when he laughs. “please, i want channie’s tongue on my cunt. please.”

“okay, babygirl.” he relents, taking his hand away from you only to slide his slick covered thumb into his own mouth, sucking your essence and fucking loving it. “fuck. you taste amazing.”

before you can beg for his mouth to be elsewhere, chan repositions himself between your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders, holding you in place by your thighs.

when a few seconds pass of nothing, you rock towards chan’s face, far too impatient for his teasing tonight. he laughs and you feel his breath ghost against your poor, neglected cunt. then, his tongue finds your clit and your nerves explode like hot glass. you curb the urge to scream — it’s too early for that, right? and instead bite down on your bottom lip, a low moan sticks in your throat.

chan merely teases you at first, his tongue drawing slow lines up and down, up and down, trailing down from your clit to your opening… and back up again. he gathers your slick with his tongue and spreads it all throughout your folds, happily swallowing a few mouthfuls as he goes. he spreads your thighs open a little more, presenting more of your pussy to him, and wraps his lips around your delicate little clit, knowing he’s done the right thing when you attempt to squeeze your thighs together, effectively trapping his face flush against you.

“right here?” he asks, his voice muffled by your wet heat.

“right there, right there!” you cry back, rocking your pussy against his mouth.

“god you’re eager.” chan quipped, pulling his mouth away from you, replacing it with his thumb, “y’could probably cum just from my mouth, couldn’t you?”

you choke out some sort of noise in agreement, a whine, a groan, something like that — whatever it is, it seems to placate chan. you wrench your eyes open, keen to meet his gaze. looking down, chan is already looking up at you, a half-lidded gaze and a mouth covered in your mess peer back at you.

keeping the eye contact, he brings his lips to you once again, swirling your clit around with his tongue. two of his fingers tease the entrance to your cunt, spreading your juices anywhere that isn’t already completely coated. “hmm,” he hums against you, the vibrations against your clit send your head flying backwards into the pillow below, “you want me inside?”

“yes, yes please.” you whimper, “inside. you. want you inside.”

god, does it drive chan fucking crazy when you talk for him; he grins wide against your pussy and slides two fingers straight inside you, curving into your form as soon as he’s knuckle deep. your body responds the way it always does when chan has his fingers stuffed in you, you writhe and wriggle and toss your head back — something about his fingers hit different compared to his dick, maybe it was the expert way his fingers can independently pound you from all sorts of new angles. either way, you are nothing but a shrieking mess underneath him, you rut your cunt against his face, at this point, he’s barely moving his mouth, letting you do all the work. fucking his face like your life depended on it.

“my gosh,” chan says, “look how good you fuck my face. you’ve made the biggest mess.”

and you continue, embarrassed but far too turned on to stop now. you push your pussy flush against chan’s full, slicked lips and grind him, the feeling of him smiling against you fucking destroying you inside and out. you can already feel the orgasm knotting in your stomach. painstakingly, you slow your ruts down to a, somewhat, leisurely pace. though it’s hard to keep any modicum of self-control when chan feels that good. you attempt, at any rate, and let chan’s fingers work you towards your orgasm. which shouldn’t take too long now that chan has found that one fucking spot inside you that has you screeching like a banshee.

it feels like there’s fireworks going off inside you as chan mercilessly pounds your g-spot with every ounce of strength he has. your clit is long forgotten now, as chan is focused, directing all of his attention to you making you cum around his fingers, just like this. sweat beads along his brow bone, and he even starts grunting himself — it’s only then you notice he’s been humping his dick against the bed below him for god knows how long now.

“chan. i feel— i feel funny,” you cry out, a familiar feeling reaches your core, but it’s tinged with an unfamiliar strangeness, “i’m. i’m close, i’m close but—”

“baby. let go.” chan coos, fucking his fingers straight against your g-spot. when did he add a third? “can do you do that for me? can baby let go and cum, just for channie?”

your hesitation melts away with chan’s soothing voice. you grip onto the bed sheets underneath and brace your body for what feels like an orgasm that could break the richter scale. the orgasm bounds toward you at fucking lightning speed after hearing him ask so nicely and suddenly — you’re overcome. your eyes see nothing but stars. and an almighty scream bounces off every wall in the bedroom. you hear chan moan too and glance down, through your haze to see your pussy drenching every inch of his face — and he doesn’t stop fingering you, not yet, not whilst you’re still soaking him. the bed goes damp underneath you, and you’re so embarrassed but you can’t halt this orgasm, not even for the world ending.

chan rubs and rubs your g-spot until you’re emptied of every drop, his mouth hanging open the whole time, happy to taste anything you can offer him. when he pulls his sodden fingers out, you cross your legs immediately and let out a shaky, pleasured sob. chan quirks his head at you, darting to your side at once.

“babygirl,” he whispers, tugging you into his arms so you can bury your head in his armpit, “baby. you ok?”

you nod against him. “embarrassed.” comes your tiny response. and he laughs endearingly.

“you’re okay though, right?” he asks again. his tone a little more serious. he kisses your forehead and begins massaging circles in your shoulders.

“‘m fine,” you say sleepily, inhaling long draws of chan’s post-sex scent. your favourite. and you fall asleep there and then, cocooned against chan’s thick body, body covered in all sorts of fluids.

chan looks you up and down, then he looks to the huge damp patch on the bed. he makes a shitty attempt to wipe some of you off his face before sighing in defeat. “i’ll clean this up later.”

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