It's Channies Birthday!!!!

It's channies birthday!!!!

Sooooo, Chan's cock+balls description with more details please HEHE

oh yes friend

s000o i've said before i think chan has the biggest and i'm so standing by that. i say like maybe 6.5-7 inches??

i don’t think he’d get too drippy n leaky butttt i think he’d get so painfully hard, hanging down like a nuisance. i think it’s veiny too!! fat veins and fat cock. i think when he jerks himself off he’d like to reallyy focus on the tip, tight fist around the thick shaft.. oh boyy. his tip is def a lil purple with desperation when he gets superrr hard

balls… heavy n fat. i think he manscapes rly well like he’s got a lil bit of hair but it’s always trimmed & neat around the base yk?? if i could draw i would draw it so y’all can see the concept i’m going for

Tw: self harm

I feel like hurting myself

[18:45 p.m.] Chan + breeding-pregnancy/lactation kink

Word count – 2.4 k

Includes – Established relationship, dirty talk, possessiveness, pregnancy/lactation kink, use of pet names, unprotected sex, creampie.

Note – I know I wrote something like this last night, but I still feel like having a lot of thoughts on this kink that need to be fulfilled through my writing. As I stated in the previous drabble, this kink is not really for everyone, but it is for me so I will indulge myself (and Venus) with this one. Hope you all enjoy!

“Don’t do that,” Chan hissed, feeling how you clasped both of your legs on his lower back. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold myself back”.

“What if I don’t want you to hold yourself back?” You chanted, intertwining both of your arms around his neck while pulling him closer to your body.

Your boyfriend, who was leaving a trail of wet pecks on your chest and between your breasts, stopped on its tracks. His gaze that was once filled with sweet desire had transformed into an abyss of lust, warning you that his mind wasn’t driven precisely by his heart but by his instincts.

At first, you couldn’t quite comprehend the amusement behind your boyfriend’s “particular” kinks. You clearly remembered how his whole face was flushed and his ears had become reddish while he explained to you why he felt attracted towards those things, things you didn’t even knew were a thing until he talked to you about them.

“It’s just biology,” He had explained to you while sitting at the edge of your bed, head falling in embarrassment. “I mean, yeah- it’s- the taboo of it, I guess”.

“So, you want to get me pregnant?” You queried, still not understanding the appealing of it.

“No! I mean- yeah-, not right now, no, but in the future-” He stuttered, the timid man not even daring to look at you. His veiny hands fidgeting onto each other, head still facing down.

“Then?”

“I like the idea,” He continued, gaze lifting slightly up just the right amount to observe your body, “I like the idea of owning you that way”.

Soon it dawned upon you how Chan’s interests weren’t really forming a family at such young age. He wasn’t entirely attracted to the idea of being a father, but he was attracted to the idea of what it all represented. It was the risk and taboo behind such practice that really turned him on, the idea of owning you to such an extent that a part of him would still be inside you, even when he is not.

“Please Chan-” You panted, feeling how his incredulous gaze fixed on you, “I know you want to”.

“Is it-”

“Yes,” You breathed, your hands falling from his neck to the sides of his face. “It is safe”.

Like a child who had just been promised to play with his favorite toy, his hands didn’t lose any more time before getting rid of your clothes. Even though the moment was rather intimate, the sweet Chan you once knew was long gone.

And with good reason, since you were granting him one of his ultimate desires.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum so good, bunny-” He hissed, his slim fingers looking for the back of your bra to release your breasts. “I’m going to fill you up until it’s dripping out of you”.

You arched your back at his words, feeling a spark of electricity traveling down your spine as soon as you heard a faint groan coming out of your boyfriend’s lips.

Normally, he was sweet and caring. He would take his time with you, praising you and telling you how good you are for him, getting you ready to take him in. He would shower you with gentle words, sparing his time to attach his lips to any surface of your naked body he can find.

However, he was different tonight.

More carnal, more primal, more… him.

“Please Chan,” you whispered, feeling how he parted your legs with his body, “I need it”.

It didn’t take you long to take a liking to the same things he did. Whether it was the heat or the moment or a true epiphany, having him between your legs made you realize that the dynamic was a lot much interesting than you initially thought it would be.

“What do you need?” He queried, placing wet kisses along your breasts in hopes of drowning the sinful noises that were threatening to escape his lips.

“Your cum-” you whined as soon as you felt his teeth nibbling at the soft skin on your neck. It was true that voicing out such filthy desires made you feel embarrassed but –for some reason– Chan always managed to get the worst out of you, in the most positive way. “I need it inside me”.

“Look at you,” The brown-haired hissed, feeling the warmth in your core every time you wrapped your legs around him, “Aren’t you a quick learner?”

One of his hands reached out to grab the base of his cock, aligning himself with your cunt. Much to his surprise (and yours) you were soaking wet. Usually, he would stretch you first with his fingers, trying to get you ready to take him.

Nonetheless, tonight you didn’t need it. Your pussy was dripping, and throbbing, and completely ready to be used with no mercy by the man between your legs.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you are enjoying the moment more than I am,” Chan breathed, feeling how your juices coated the tip of his cock. “Didn’t you say you were having trouble finding the appeal of it?”.

“I have started to change my mind,” You sighed, your hips moving against Chan’s as a way of begging for him.

“So you have been thinking about it?” He asked you with a low groan, finally giving you what you had been craving.

“Fuck-” You breathed once his cock reached out the deepest spot inside your clenching cunt. “God- you are so fucking big”.

“You have taken me a thousand times,” He mumbled with shortness of breath, trying his best to keep the strength on his arms that were lifting his body to prevent crushing yours. “Be a good bunny and take it like only you know how to”.

Rolling your head slightly back and digging your fingernails on his forearms, you allowed yourself to admit an embarrassing confession related to the question he had previously asked you.

“Yes,” you whispered, closing your eyes shut. “I have been thinking about it too much lately”.

Judged by the soft scoff he let out in between sighs, you only guessed he was smiling at your revelation. It was such a relief knowing that you wanted it just as much as he did and that you were going to enjoy it too.

“And what have you been thinking about, bunny?” He asked you again, straightening his body and gripping your hips in hopes of finding the right angle to provide you with the pleasure you deserved. “About how pretty you will look while having all of me inside you?”

It didn't took him long to find it though, the tip of his length brushing against that special spot that it seemed only he could find. Your hands gripped the white bedsheets of the mattress and your back arched against it one more time, earning a sinful noise out of you.

“Yes, Chan-” You managed to say, even when you couldn't even keep both of your eyes open due to the overwhelming pleasure. “I want you to cum inside me, fill me up really good”.

“Oh, bunny,” Chan groaned, his gaze lost in the way your breasts bounced every time he slammed his duck inside your tight hole. “You will look so pretty once I impregnate you”.

And, as embarrassing as it was for you, Chan was able to feel you clenching around him particularly harder after he said those words.

You were a quick learner but so was he and the thing he liked to learn the most about was you. Taking that reaction as a good sign, he could only infere that you liked hearing the impulsive words that were falling from his lips just as much as he liked to say them.

“Can you imagine?” He continued, looking for your hands that were gripping his beedsheets. Once he caught them, he extended both your forearms towards him making your breasts squeeze together between your arms. “Your breasts have always been so sensitive, I can only think about how delicate they would get once they are filled with milk”.

Again, your body reacting to his voice.

Taking advantage of the position of your hands, you started to rub your bundle of nerves with the tip of your fingers in an attempt to intensify the pleasure he was providing you.

However that, along with the stretch of his cock and his filthy words, was only driving you closer and closer to your release.

“I bet they would get so swollen,” He hummed, liberating your arms to focus on your hardened buds. “So heavy and sore”.

For an unknown reason, the idea of having through go to all those changes in your body because of Chan excited you. Your breasts getting swollen, your hips becoming wider and your belly growing bigger were not things that ever captured your attention, but now they did.

“I just know your body would look so good while getting fucked by me,” He continued, holding yourself down on the mattress when he started to feel you trembling underneath him. “You would get so needy and desperate to be touched that your nipples would be leaking milk and wetting those pretty tops you like to wear”.

Again, another spasm. Only this time, those words were what you needed for the knot on your lower abdomen to come undone.

“Fuck, yes, Chan-” You whined, feeling the tears streaming down your cheeks due to the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. Your arms latched around your boyfriend's neck again –pulling him closer to your chest– and your legs locked around his lower back, forcing him deeper inside you. “Don't stop, please fill me up with your cum”.

Chan's twitching cock was just as close to its release, but he needed to wait a little longer. He needed to take his time in this moment, one that he had been waiting for months to happen.

“Come on, bunny-” He groaned, slamming his dick inside you at a rough pace. “Cum on my cock and prove to me that you deserve to be breeded”.

You desperately moved your hips in circular motions around him, wanting to get the stimulation you needed on your bundle of nerves with his pubis.

“Don't stop Chan-” You cried, noticing how your release was coming more intense than usual. “Please don't stop until your cum is dripping out of me”.

Chan groaned at your words, increasing the pace of his thrusts in hopes of helping you to reach your climax.

“Let go,” He breathed, his eyes fixed on the grimaces of pleasure that were imprinted on your face. “Make a mess on my cock, force me to impregnate you”.

And just with his last sentence along, you managed to chase the sweet, promised orgasm that you had been craving the whole evening.

Your whole body trembled on the bed, Chan's rough grip forcing you to stay still while he continued on pounding your wet pussy. Your legs locked around him with even more strength and he had no other option than keeping on slamming his length inside you as much as your grip allowed him to.

“You are such a good bunny, aren't you?” He queried, lost in the way your eyes rolled to the back or your head due to the overstimulation. “Your whole body begging to be owned completely by me”.

“Chan-” You wanted to beg for his cum, to moan his name and tell him how much you desired to be owned by him. You wanted to tell him how big his cock felt and how much you needed him to use you as his personal, fertile cumdump. You wanted to tell him all sorts of filthy things to help him reach his high, but you were already too fucked out in pure bliss to even form a coherent sentence.

“You would look beautiful,” He growled, toying with your hardened buds while his eyes fixed on yours. “Your pretty tits all big and round, leaking everytime i touch you”.

Judged by the sloppiness of his thrusts and the way his words came out more like broken gasps, you knew he was close.

“And i would take such good care of you,” He continued, “Rubbing your swollen breasts with lotion– and your hardened nipples, so sensitive, so–”

The idea of even fucking you while lactating was arousing enough that it didn't took him more than a few seconds to release himself inside you, picturing you with nothing but a basic strap top, your tender breasts trying to release themselves from the piece of clothing while your nipples leaked through the cotton fabric, leaving dark wet patches all over it –all while fucking you.

“You are such a perfect, fertile bunny–” He growled before burying his face on the crook of your neck, the tension on his abdomen increasing while his cock twitched inside you. “Such a beautiful, trained- cumslut”.

You tightened your legs around him for the last time, forcing his seed inside your pussy and moaning at the warm feeling of his hot cum painting your walls white.

“Thank you, Chan” You whispered as soon as you stabilized your breath, your loving boyfriend still hiding his flushed face from you. “Thank you for filling me up”.

Chan lifted up his gaze to meet yours, the fear of being judged going completely away as soon as he heard those words from you –even after the thrill of intimacy had ended.

“Hands down the best orgasm I've ever had,” You continued. Partly to give him confidence, to try and ease his worries about his preferences, and partly because it was true. He was an excellent lover and great in bed, but that night the scene was different.

Both for you and him.

“You are amazing,” He sighed, offering you a blunt smile that showed his dimples. “Thank you”.

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡

ﾟ。 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𓂃 ⊹ .˚

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: roommate!frenemy!chan x afab!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: with a roommate like Chan, everything in life is a challenge — especially studying for your finals. he’s an annoyance, a cacophony, a statue of arrogance who likes to lounge at home, nonchalantly undressed — half dressed, in the best case scenario. but he’s not impossible to reconcile with — for this once, out of pity, he agrees to a truce with you, though he has but one wish in return: a kiss, on the lips.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: raw smut, enemies to lovers subtones, a lot of bickering, the plot is they’re down bad for each other

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4k, I’m sorry idk how to shut up

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: reposting this because tumblr decided to remove it from existence without my notice lmao, I hope it won't keep you from enjoying reading this nasty piece of mine tho :3 your reblogs and comments would be super meaningful because writing this took me some while, I'll be looking forward for your thoughts on this, love you🩷

༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚ ༯

You’re clutching your book’s pages for dear life while shooting daggers at Chan — your unevolved roommate, who seems to believe parading around half-naked in your shared flat is totally acceptable.

As he guzzles down an entire bottle of water shirtless, you can’t help but to wish he’d choke, silently plotting his demise as you stare his way without blinking. 

Because you’ve warned him countless times—more than you can tally—to avoid any distractions during your crucial finals week, and at this rate, you’re starting to wonder if his brain shares the same evolutionary timeline as his caveman-esque habits.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” you finally snap, eyeing him as he crushes the said water bottle and casually flings it away, almost like he’s gunning to annoy you.

“Doing what?” he plays innocent, wiping the sweat from his forehead — just back from the gym and apparently, on a self-display spree.

“I mentioned my finals starting this week, remember? Can't have any distractions.”

“Sure, but how’s my water drinking a distraction?”

“You’re being too loud, that’s how,” you scoff, pointing at the crushed bottle in the trashcan, “so keep it down, and go put some clothes on for fuck’s sake.” 

Oh, so that’s what it was about, he thinks to himself, you’re not just frustrated because of the upcoming exams — you’re also . . . sexually frustrated. 

Poor thing, he ponders, you must be so desperate, maybe he should help you out. 

“Sorry Y/n, I’m afraid I can’t,” so he responds, placing his hands on both sides of his waist confidently — time to show them abs off, “you’re asking for too much, pick one.” 

“What?”

“Pick one,” he repeats, closing in on your seat, clearly aiming to up the ante of your flustered state — what can he say, he just loves how the color red looks on you.

“Because either I’m gonna keep my volume down, or throw on a shirt, not both,” he adds with a smug grin on his face, “it’s your call, make it wisely." 

Make it wisely?

What?

Is he implying something?

Wait, does he think it's about him strutting around shirtless by any chance? 

Is he that naive — enough to believe that his abs have any impact on you?

Hilarious, for real, you almost feel sorry for him.

“You can’t ask me to pick one, it's not fair.”

“And why is that?”

“Because this is my house as much as it’s yours, and I have every right to demand a distraction-free zone for studying, that’s why.” 

Fair point, but he’s got an ace up his sleeve.

“True, but it doesn’t mean you get to dictate my wardrobe.”

Oh my god, does he really wanna go there? 

“Your wardrobe?” you huff, eyeing him up and down with disdain, making a mental note to contemplate his remarkably defined abs later, “It’s common sense to not walk around naked in front of other people, I’m not dictating shit!” 

“I’m not naked, I’m wearing shorts,” he objects, emphasizing on the last word as he points down to his legs — ugh, why are his thighs so ripped, “but fine, I’ll put on a shirt if it bothers you so much.”

Oh?

Did Chan just . . . admit defeat?

Wow, maybe you were wrong all along — maybe he wasn’t so unevolved.  

“It does,” you reply, surprised in a way that’s impossible to miss, “thank you.” 

“You’re welcome,” he smirks, a mischievous glint in his eye — this can't be good, “but here’s the catch,” he adds, straightening up, hinting at something intriguing, “You’ll give me a kiss in return, just one.”

Pardon?

Did you hear that correctly?

Or is this some kind of an auditory illusion?

“I’m sorry, what?” you ask incredulously, rising to meet him face to face, “Could you say that again? I think I misunderstood.”

“I’m serious, Y/n,” he replies, stepping closer, narrowing the space between you, “You want your distraction-free zone? Here’s your shot.”

Is he actually serious?

What’s his issue?

Why on earth would he want a kiss? Aren’t you two at odds most of the time?

Is this one of his bizarre kinks or something? 

Seriously, what’s his endgame here?

“You must be out of your mind if you think I’d even consider doing that.” you snarl with a visible disgust on your face, squinting your eyes — almost as if you were daring him to make you. 

And it works, he accepts your challenge, doubles it, then returns it back to you. 

“Fine by me,” he shrugs off, completely unbothered, “I don’t want a shirt weighing on me anyways, It’s already hot in here.”

“We’re literally in January, Chan, it’s freezing outside.” 

Keyword: Outside. 

Does he look homeless to you?

“Good thing that I plan to stay in today then,” he quips, an annoying grin playing on his face, “and tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that—”

“Okay, I get it!” you interject, cutting through his list, your patience wearing thin, “I’ll do it,” you mutter, voice barely audible from your embarrassment, “I’ll kiss you, just let me study in peace, please.” 

Please, huh? 

That’s new, he likes it — he likes it a lot.  

“Deal, I’ll be no different than a ghost.” he claims, sounding not even close to reassuring. 

But well, the damage is done, and although you hate to submit, you’ve got no choice but to be obedient to his words — for your exams, no other reason. 

You take a deep breath and slowly raise on your toes, here I go, you think to yourself as you gulp down your pride, and lean in to give him a peck . . . on the cheeks.  

And he can’t even begin to tell you just how disappointing that feels. 

“What was that?” he asks, scowling,

“A kiss,” you retort, confused, “like you asked?” 

Like he asked?

Are you joking?

If you really think that’s what he meant when he said he wanted a kiss, then he doesn’t know whether to pity you or to be pissed at you, or both, in that matter. 

“Do I look nine years old to you, Y/n?” he grumbles irritably,

“Intellectually? ... yeah.” you shoot back, struggling to stifle a laugh, your lip caught between your teeth.

Funny, hah, you think he’s joking around with you? 

Do you really think he’s gonna let you get away so easily, is that why you're all sassy, throwing clever jibes about his smarts?

Maybe I wasn’t clear enough with her, he assumes, as he strides towards you with sure steps, and doesn’t stop until he’s got you pinned between himself and the counter. 

He's just curious to see how your snark holds up when you're cornered and have no place to escape, to test if your confidence is just a front or not. 

But oh boy, won’t you look at that — you're quieter than a library mouse now. 

Eyes down, not a peep — such a surprising turn of events.

“Cat got your tongue?” he jabs, his warm breath tickling your flushed cheeks, “you were in the middle of roasting my intelligence, don’t stop now, go on.” 

“I don’t want to,” you retaliate, still avoiding his gaze, “I already gave you what you wanted, your stupid kiss, now let me go.” 

His stupid kiss? 

You call that a kiss? 

Gosh, you’re hilarious. 

“Cut the crap Y/n,” he grumbles, leaning on the counter, looming over you “you know damn well what I meant by a kiss, so stop fucking around—”

Okay, you will, you’ve had enough of sparring with him anyway.

Thus, before he can finish, you lean forward, seizing his lips in a rough kiss — grabbing his cheeks, drawing him nearer, making sure your noses don't collide as you tilt his head.

But surprise, surprise: Chan responds to your kiss right away, like he's been waiting forever. In a flash, his arms circle around you, hoisting you onto the counter and slotting himself between your legs.

He doesn’t know what he’s doing, or why he’s doing it — but he can’t stop himself, he just really wants to kiss you, he wants to kiss you so bad. 

It's like a switch flipped inside him the moment your lips met — his brain goes on vacation, all he hears is white noise.

And maybe that’s how it should’ve been all along — calm and quiet, no bickering, peaceful. 

He feels breathless as you deepen the kiss, your hands coming to wrap around his neck, nails scratching his nape, making him moan against your mouth — giving you the perfect chance to sneak your tongue in.

It’s quite surprising to you, how eagerly he welcomes you in — no resistance, he just surrenders, and lets you have your way with him. 

And every time your tongue collides on his, it poisons him a little more — making him drunk in your touch, yearning for so much more in desperation, consuming all his patience and leaving nothing behind for him to hold on.

His hands roam around your body hungrily — sliding down from your hair to your neck, wrapping around your throat briefly, gaining a sweet whimper from your lips before moving onto their next stop — your chest.

As he cups your boobs over your shirt, you tilt your head back, giving him space to suck on your skin to mark you as his for good.

And of course, he doesn’t bail on such a rare opportunity — he leans in, and ignites each spot he marks with fiery passion, leaving behind purple bruises of lust.

But that’s not where his exploration ends, he’s got so much of you to discover — so much of you to make his own. Though before he continues with his quest to conquer you, he stops, wanting to ask you a question which he already holds the answer to,

“Gosh Y/n, you drive me fucking insane, you know that?”

You smirk, sure you do, he’s literally bulging in between your legs. 

So “Mhm,” you hum, stealing a peck from his lips — yes, you can’t get enough of him, “I do, because you’re terrible at hiding it.” you say, reaching for the said bulge of his pants. 

Once your fingertips brushes past his hardened shaft over his clothes, he groans, taking it as his sign to get rid of his clothes completely. 

What a good boy, am I right?

He gets you right away, so smart and so muscular — literally your dream guy, minus his unbearable personality, but that’s a topic for sometime else. 

“Oh, that?” he chuckles as he pushes his shorts all the way down to his knees — along with his underwear, god you love him, “I wasn’t trying to hide it, babe.” 

Babe?

Butterflies, stupid butterflies in your stomach. 

“G-good,” you stutter, noticeably flustered as you lean on your back, eyes locked on his veiny hands as he slowly strokes his length, “b-because I want it, deep inside me.”  

Such a bold statement coming from a girl who trips over words, he thinks to himself, in the whirlwind of watching you struggle to kick your pajamas away — you just have to act cute all the time, don’t you? 

Because you know that’s his type. 

“Yeah? Would this be deep enough for you then?” he asks, laying his cock on your stomach, shamelessly teasing you, “I’ll be just above your belly button, are you sure you can take it?”

Oh.

You see.

 He wants war. 

So be it then, you ponder, tugging your panties aside, “less talk, more work, big boy,” you respond, guiding his tip to your entrance, “don’t waste my time talking nonsense, I’ve got exams to study for, remember?” 

Yes, he does. 

You and your stupid exams that you never shut up about — he gets it, he’s never gonna be anywhere near as important. 

You’re not exactly giving him any chances to forget that, nerd. 

Which is infuriating, but it’s fine, he’s way too horny and too damn into you to care. 

That’s why ignoring your words, he slips his cock through your folds, slowly burying himself within your warmth. 

A sigh of relief leaves both of your lips as he fills you in beyond your dreams, stretching your walls just right, gaining a hearty whine from you.

To be completely honest, you’re a little tighter than he expected —yes, he fantasized about you, so many times— and definitely a lot wetter, wrapping around him just perfectly.

He can feel you pulsating, throbbing as you try to adjust to his size, which is adorable and it drives him crazy, although he’s giving his best to contain himself. 

Ugh, just why are you so fucking cute? 

You know that turns him on. 

How is he supposed to keep himself from railing you now, when he’s already all the way inside you? 

He lifts your hips, and presses on your tummy — yep, he’s definitely in your womb, bulging you out so good. 

“You feel this babe?” he then asks, reaching to hold your hand, “I’m so deep inside you, so. fucking. deep.” he says proudly, pressing your palm right over your belly button, where the tip of his dick rests. 

“I do,” you moan in return, eyes rolling to the back of your head — gosh, you look so pretty doing that, “and I wanna feel you more,” you add, almost begging, “please, just fuck me already.” 

. . . 

Please . . . 

Just fuck me already . . . 

It echoes in his head. 

He can’t believe it’s finally happening, he can’t believe you’re asking him to—

“Chan! Please. Move. Do something. I need you!”

—fuck you, god, can you let him have his moment? 

It’s not like he gets to hear you beg for his cock every day, geez, he was just touched, okay? 

He’s totally gonna take care of you, just give him a second to process … uhm, everything, yeah? 

Wanting to engrave this moment in his brain, he looks down at where your hips meet, and that’s when he notices your cute panties with hello kitty patterns on it — adorable, he thinks, unable to stop a goofy smile from spreading his whole face, are you trying to make him fall in love with you by any chance?

Because if so, you’re about to succeed. 

Curious about whether or not you’re wearing a matching bra, he tugs on your shirt and lifts it up to your chin — and voila, you indeed are, plus the fabric is so thin that it’s almost see through, which is not what he anticipated, though it turns him on. 

Alright, enough processing, he’s ready to roll.

Seizing your hips, Chan leads you to the edge of the counter. His hands seamlessly sweep under your legs, elevating them to rest upon his shoulders.

Then, he reaches for your thighs — his favorite part of your body. 

Marveling at their softness and beauty, he can’t keep himself from lightly tapping them, which causes you to wince. Chuckling, “Sorry princess,” he mutters, caressing where he just hit, “didn't mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay,” you reply, placing your hands on his, “I like it, so I don’t mind.” 

God. 

Please just marry him at this point. 

“You do?” he inquires, now giving a playful smack to your inner thighs, presuming you might be more sensitive there — and he’s right, you are. 

“Yeah,” you hiss, biting your lips, “I do, so much.” 

Well, there goes his sanity then, I guess. 

“You make it impossible for me to stay soft with you,” he states, pulling himself all the way out before slamming back in, “you realize that, right angel?” 

Angel . . . angel, huh?

He does this on purpose at this point, you think to yourself, stupid Chan. 

And stupid nicknames, gosh.

With the power of his thrust, you bounce on the cold marble, back arching in pleasure as you hold onto the sides for support.

Ugh, you love how it feels so much.

“I don’t want you soft,” you respond, breathlessly moaning, “be rough with me, fuck me hard.” 

Oh.

Kinky.

He digs that. 

Say no more.

“As you wish, gorgeous.” he whispers against your skin as he peppers your calves with open mouthed kisses, giving your skin an a class princess treatment before starting his ruthless pace. 

Thanks to his huge biceps, he easily hugs your legs and presses them upon his chest, lifting your hips to meet with his in the air as if your weight feels like a feather to him. 

His other hand rakes over your chest and sneakily tugs down your bra, wanting to provide his pervy eyes a visual feast with your astonishingly beautiful tits. 

As he palms them — roughly, just like you asked, a weak cry leaves your lips, you can’t believe that you’re admitting this but Chan fucks so good. 

Your legs are trembling, your pussy is throbbing, you’re gushing sweat and yet you’re on the clouds — face beaming with pure ecstasy under his gaze, glowy eyes smiling at him cutely. 

He doesn’t know how, but you manage to make both his heart and his cock weak for you — causing him to twitch within your warmth, heart palpitating, a strong thump against his chest. 

“You’re so pretty,” he confesses drunkenly in the magic of the moment, feet swept off the floor with how good you make him feel. There’s no point in denying anymore, he tells himself, he’s so head over heels for you. 

“Then kiss me,” you reply, nibbling on your lower lip.

And oh, how the tables have turned. 

From refusing to kiss him, to asking for him to kiss you — even the history is shocked, raising its eyebrow at this epic flip-flop.  

Chan chuckles at the irony of your words as he frees your legs and lets you wrap them around his waist. Leaning in, he hovers over you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, 

“I thought you didn’t want that.” he says, sarcastic, his lips on the cusp of intertwining with yours. 

“I was lying,” you retort, smug, “you’re a moron if you still don’t realize that.” 

Gosh, you’re such a smartass, how is he attracted to you?

Honestly it doesn’t matter, because as he inches in, closing the gap between your faces, he notices one thing — no one makes him feel this way, not a soul, besides yours.

So he kisses you with passion, with desire — reaching out for your hands to hold them in his, fingers lacing on the cold surface above your head, perfection.

 And there — butterflies.

Stupid butterflies again.

This time in both of your stomachs, winging you closer to your highs. 

With every passing second, they double in numbers — introducing your bodies to a new level of euphoria, sending cold chills down your spines, it’s poetic. 

A little overwhelming too, for sure, but poetic. 

Your whole body shakes, it’s definitely too much for you to take, tears stain your cheeks — that’s it, you need your release. 

“Chan—” so you call his name, in a short breath that he steals from your lips, “I think I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he whispers, not needing to hear the rest of your sentence — he already knows, “cum for me babe, do it for me.” 

And it hits you then, you’re gonna cum for him — for Chan, yet you’re not even disgusted one bit. 

Instead you’re pleased, you’re happy — because in a weird way, you feel safe, yes you also can’t believe it, but Chan makes you feel safe. 

You’re crushed under his buff body, the rough surface he chose to lay you on causing you a sore back, you’re panting for air and literally dripping sweat down from your ass but you don’t feel uncomfortable in the slightest — you’re holding his hands, you’re kissing his lips, you’re looking at his eyes and simply, you’re alright. 

You’re no more swirling in finals-induced panic — your headache vanished, and stress took a hike.

Overflowing with gratitude, you flash him a smile, before leaning in for another one of those endearingly messy kisses as you unleash your orgasm all over your counter and uhm, his cock. 

You’re so sloppy that he can’t stop himself from cackling as he kisses you back, cute, he thinks, you’re so cute from head to toe, he wants to ruin you. 

And your hello kitty set, he wants to ruin that too. 

God, he just hopes that this isn’t the only pair you own, but if it is, he’s willing to step up and buy you more — money’s no object, even if it costs him a fortune.

Just let him fuck you in them once in a while, that’s all he’ll ever ask, then you can consider your debt paid. 

As Chan gets lost in his own Hello Kitty fantasy, he forgets about his in real life status momentarily — dick buried balls deep inside of you, itching to cum and definitely overstimulated from how long he’s been holding back. 

Luckily, he manages to pull out before accidentally breeding you — not that he thinks it’s a bad idea, in fact it’s a great one. 

Cursing out a husky “fuck”, he spills his load all over your tummy, proudly watching as he paints your glowy skin pearl white — the color he hopes to see more on you starting from today, if you know what I mean. 

And as Chan jerks the rest of his cum out on your stomach, stroking his sensitive, veiny head, you stare at him in adoration, wondering if he recently got hotter or if he was always this way, but you were just too blind to notice. 

The answer is neither — because yes, he was always hot, but you weren’t blind, you were just stubborn. 

Something which you no longer plan to be. 

Thus, reaching your hand down, you pick some of his cum and bring it to your mouth. Then, you swirl your tongue around your cum-coated fingers before sucking them off, making him hiss at the sight as he spurts the remaining part of his arousal onto your thighs.   

“This was perfect,” you comment, swallowing everything that you just licked off, “I’m surprised, in a good way, for once.”

“Can’t believe I’m saying this but I agree with you,” he responds, as he helps you off the counter, “this was amazing, and you look great in this set, you should definitely wear it more.” 

“In this set?” you check yourself in disbelief, “Didn’t know you were a hello kitty fan, Bang.” 

“I am as long as you’re wearing it on your ass, L/n,” he quips, palming your right cheek playfully, “and on your tits, god, I love your tits.” 

“Yeah?” you chortle, circling your arms around his neck, “Wanna hold them as I show you my collection?”

“Collection?”

“My hello kitty underwear collection, thought you might wanna see?”

Oh My God, he thinks to himself, please let her be serious, pleasepleasepleaseplease.

“Please tell me you’re not messing with me right now, Y/n,” he asserts, suddenly serious, “cuz’ if you are, then it’s so not funny—”

“I’m not—” you cut his words, shushing him with your index on his plump lips, “but there’s a catch.”

“A catch?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “I don’t want you strolling half naked in the house anymore, without my permission.” 

Wait, that’s the catch?

But he thought you liked him half naked, I mean, you were literally frustrated about him being shirtless like minutes ago — in fact, you just fucked for that exact reason, no?

He’s so confused. 

“But I thought you secretly liked it?” he asks, and you can’t ignore the worry in his tone, “I mean, we just had sex because of my naked abs. . . is that not good?” 

“It is, and I love your abs,” you confirm, gently caressing his firm packs, “but distraction is distraction, you make it impossible for me to focus around you.” 

Oh.

Well.

If that’s the case . . . he’s fluttered. 

“Plus, as I said, it’s common sense,” you add, “we’re not in the stone age, and you’re not a caveman—” 

Alright.

He heard you the first time.

You don’t have to try and prove your point.

And butcher his biggest personality trait while doing that. 

“Okay, I understand—” he interrupts you, wanting to save himself from more embarrassment, “and I’m in, as long as you promise that this isn’t the last time we see each other naked.” 

The last time you see each other naked?

Pffft, is that what he’s nervous about?

He’s adorable, but please, this is barely even a warm up for you.  “Oh sure,” so you say, “I promise . . this is only our beginning.”

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🩷

penguin waddle waddle

💅🏼 okay so my man king Chris

I want him to take a whole week off and spend it w his queen and her pups. just happy and calm and in love w his family. I wonder how the pups would react to the queen being pregnant again :o but im sure girlie needs a break sometimes from being bred so often !!

Also milk drunk king chris aahhh

- 🐧

awwww, a cute penguin waddling into my askbox💜

our King definitely deserves his week off to give his family the attention they deserve😤

i'm sure the pups would be shocked at first, but will be excited at the prospect of having more siblings to play and go on runs with💜

our Queen definitely needs a break, tho. imagine popping out two sets of werewolves at a time????? that must take a toll on the human body😭

as for milk drunk king chris...

i feel like he would get so completely lost in his wife when feeding... his brain would disconnect completely. no thoughts, head empty, only his precious forever mate and her swollen tits )):

he'd probably take his sweet, sweet time just nibbling and sucking and getting his fill. she'll probably card her fingers through his hair and keep him close and mumble loving words... and when there's no more milk, he'd be the one mumbling all those loving words to his wife ))):

If Only I Could Please Her

Synopsis: You were always one to appease your close ones. Friends, partners, family members, everyone; you just wanted them to be happy. Whether you did this because you wanted to or because you feared being the one taken care of is a different story. With Chan, you are still the same, until he decides to change your mind.

Content: angst (sad chan), fluff, smut, peoplepleaser!reader x stressed!Chan, sub!Reader x pleasuredom!Chan, thick!reader, first time sex, mentions of angry fucking (does not occur in story), slight marking!kink, slight lactation!kink, oral (f. receiving), use of toys (f. receiving), MULTIPLE ORGASMS (chan is a pleasure dom what can I say), unprotected sex (please please please use protection), reader cries from pleasure, creampie, breeding!kink, fluffy ending (so much fluff it is like tooth-rotting, sugar-coated, insulin-needing sweetness)

Word Count: 8.9 k (whoops sorry)

Author's Notes: This work was originally my own but I started to incorporate some ideas sent to me by an Anon. Thank you to that person!! I hope this pleases you (teehee get it because of the title). Also, yes, the title is a Wallow's lyric from "Pleaser".

Taglist: @scribblemetae @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki,, @imtoooyoungforthisshit

To say Chan was stressed was an understatement. It was almost like a common trope, a cliché that had been overworked in its use to describe him. He was tired to the point where aches and pains were one with his body. A chronic pain cursed him which no painkillers could execute.

You had only been dating Chan briefly yet had known him for a long time prior. As such, you weren't unaware of how recklessly he treated his body and mind in an effort to maintain a constant work stream. It seemed, however, that your courtship with him only enhanced your worries about his well-being.

"Courtship"? Is that the right word to use? You two were practically launched into love from the moment you laid eyes on each other. Dating had simply allowed you to finally experience the desperation that plagued both of you when you were still acquaintances. So, "courtship" wouldn't be the best word. More like, "dating-for-the-long-run-but-every-day-is-haunted-by-the-dire-need-to-fuck-the-other".

Worst of all, you hadn't even had sex yet. The unspoken abstinence made you wonder if Chan wanted you as much as you wanted him. You wondered if he wanted you at all.

Countless times you had offered yourself up as a means to relieve stress. Handjobs, blowjobs, the like: you wanted Chan to finally relax. It wasn't like you felt pressured to do so. In fact, the offers you proposed to Chris were more of a way to satiate your cravings. Yet, Chan refused each time, which you respected. He claimed he wanted the first time with you to be "special", unlike the previous relationships either of you had been in. You obliged, thinking it would be nice to actually take things slow for once.

However, as time went on, you found it harder and harder to respect that agreement. And for multiple reasons.

Firstly, you were desperate. Simple as that: you wanted dick. Secondly, Chan was stressed. His work ethic had overloaded his system, and it didn't seem to be lightening any time soon. Comeback season was followed by award show season, and then the end-of-the-year performances followed by the rest of the tour. At this point, you were surprised that Chan was even still standing. You thought that at some point he would beg, plead, maybe even crawl to you to help him relieve some tension. However, he still stood proudly every day, silently suffering through the exhaustion of him and his members. Lastly, and worst of all, was that Chan looked so fucking good when he was tense. This reason was the one you beat yourself up for. While Chan was struggling, you couldn't help but think about how good it would be to ride him like that, releasing his buried tension with every pump of his cock.

Jesus, were you that dirty-minded? That even the sight of Chan, sweating and exhausted from a long day of schedules made you wet? You dismissed the thoughts one after another.

Ultimately, you blame the people-pleaser side of yourself. In most of your relationships, you had taken on a more dominant, yet attending, role. Even in friend groups, you acted like a parental figure, ensuring everyone's safety, fun, and overall well-being. When it came to former partners, you wanted to please— in and out of the bedroom. You wanted to make dinner because you liked to see the joy on their faces when digging into a homemade meal, you wanted to hear giggles of excitement when they opened new presents, and, to be honest, you relished in the panted and thankful moans of being relieved. Sometimes it was the other way around in bed: you'd let them use you, your body, to get their anger out. Sometimes it would be too much, so much that you couldn't take being someone's stress toy any longer. You did eventually end that relationship, and rightfully so. Still, it seemed like you didn't really learn your lesson: even now, you wanted to make Chris happy in any way you could.

Part of you thinks you fell into this sort of people-pleaser role due to the convenience of it. It's simply easier to be the one who made the plans, who helped out, who took care of everything. You disliked—possibly even feared—the dependence required of you if you allowed others to take care of you. Maybe that's why all your past relationships have ended. Maybe that's why, now, with Chris, you feel helpless because you have done so little in helping him feel better.

However, you still try. You still want, even need to make Chris feel good. It isn't even the charmer in you anymore: with the way Chan has been, any good partner would be concerned.

Today, you take matters into your own hands.

It was the last schedule for the week, allowing Chan to have his first free Saturday night and Sunday in months. You both agreed to a night in, his first one in a while. You had done everything right: your apartment was set with low-mood lighting and a full pantry. Freshly baked goods scented the air of the living room while the bedroom air was a condensed scent of vanilla and shea butter from the candles. Regardless of the impeccable condition of your apartment, you were by far the most delectable thing in it. You were adorned with a simple silken rose-coloured robe, seemingly relaxed and ready for an easy night in with Chan. You, however, had a few secrets hidden underneath your robe. Your detached and happy demeanour was the sugar-coating to your scantly-clad state, and you hoped that Chan received the message that you had more than just a self-care night planned.

Everything was perfect. Special, even. It was everything Chris wanted for your first time with him. All that was left now was to wait for him to arrive so you could dote on him, ease his worries, and consummate your so-far celibate relationship. So you waited.

And waited.

... and waited.

The night sky had settled and you were still alone. Chris had told you he would arrive by 7:00 and now, hours later, he was nowhere in sight. Initially, you tried not to panic, subsiding your anxiety by keeping the candles alight while occasionally fixing your makeup that enhanced the plumpness of your lips and the fullness of your cheeks. Still, there is only so much one could do before panic turns to simmering anger, and then to annoyance.

You now rested on the couch, reading and vigorously bouncing your leg, the baked goods no longer fresh out of the oven and some of the candles resting in a puddle of their own melted flesh. Each page of your novel stared back at you, its contents almost silently mocking you for being alone and reading it rather than being with Chris. You couldn't stand to look at the book anymore.

Sighing, you slammed the novel shut and tossed it aside. Your eyes dared to twitch towards the analogue clock that hung on the wall. This entire night you had been fighting the urge to look at the time, losing every time. And, just like countless times before, you lost the battle.

9:20 on the dot. No new messages on your phone, no missed calls. Nothing.

It wasn't the first time he had no-showed you, but at least he had given you a text before. Now, nothing.

In all honesty, you wanted to give up. Blow out the candles, wrap up the food, do your skincare and put yourself to bed. Something stopped you every time before. Yet, after hours with no contact, your patience was wearing thin and it became incredibly tempting to leave this night for another time.

Then you heard the door rattle. You shot up like a bullet, albeit more eager than you wanted to seem.

Chris entered your apartment and (though he still wore makeup ruined by a hard performance, had hair which had started to curl from the sweat of dancing, and was dressed in his basic dark loungewear) he looked heavily. Every frustration you had seemed to erase itself. The irritation that once berated you now had disappeared. Instead, you were left with the overwhelming urge to hug Chan. So you did.

"Baby?—oof!" You launched yourself into him, staggering him a bit as your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Chan!" You said happily. "God, I was so worried. Well, mostly annoyed, but also a little worried."

Chan's hands rested awkwardly outstretched beside him before finding comfort on your hips, wrapping around you. The two of you stood there silently, swaying in the entrance of your apartment as you felt Cris relax into your arms. The soft music you had let play began to encapsulate you two, filling the space of the words you wished to say to him. Then he spoke.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Sadness was evident in his voice. Pain and weariness coated the two simple words he uttered. You pulled away, his hands still resting on you as your own nestled his face. His eyes were so... so solemn, like a kicked puppy.

"Chan, it's okay," you tried to say your words lightly and carefully. He was so clearly horribly upset, and it made your stomach churn. "Obviously I was upset, but you're here now. Please, tell me what's wrong? Why didn't you text me?"

Chan tried to look at you, to meet your eyes. He really did. Nonetheless, he still looked down. He let the weight of the tears that formed in his eyes hold his head down. As they started to trickle down, he pulled his hands off of you, placing them on your own and pulling them from his face to hold them.

"I'm so sorry," his voice was so incredibly melancholic. "My phone died and no one had a charger. When I finally found one, it was time to perform. We had to record four times due to camera errors and then they added a performance to the schedule. By the time we were able to leave, it was past 8:30 and I was on the other side of the city. I'm so sorry. I came here as quickly as I could. I'm sorry." Tears were streaking down his cheeks now. They were brimming your eyes, too.

However, you fought them off. You had to be strong, for both of you. If not for Chan, then for yourself. And if not for yourself, then for your eye makeup.

"Chan," your voice spoke up, answering his pleas for forgiveness. And, again, you tried to keep your voice light, despite the circumstances. "Baby, look at me?"

He shook his head, letting hot, salty tears fall down his face. Though he refused, you didn't accept his response. With his hands still around yours, you held his face again, forcing his head up and his eyes to meet yours.

"Chris?" His eyes glanced towards yours, his lip caught in his teeth as he choked back a sob.

"Let's get you something to eat, hmm?"

Chan smiled. A sober smile, but a smile, nonetheless. One that showed he wanted to laugh, but couldn't. He simply couldn't. But he could smile. So he did.

With the food readily prepared, you were quick to fix a plate for Chris. You happily watched as he snacked on the sweets, fruits, and tea you made him, listening to him recount his day as he slowly gained his energy back. The smiles you exchanged filled your heart: you were happy that you had made him happy.

But, was he happy? He smiled, he ate your delicious and well-made food, he complimented your makeup, and you helped him take off his, but... something was amiss. Every good deed you normally performed for previous partners would normally leave them a blushing mess, begging for more. Yet, with Chan, something was different. Like he was disappointed, almost.

You wanted to ask, but assumed it was because of the stress from the past few weeks— and especially tonight. So, you let him know that if he wanted to talk, you were always here. He nodded, glassy eyes looking like milk saucers as he agreed silently to your words. God, he was adorable.

"Channie?" you asked as he finished the last chocolate-covered strawberry, thus demolishing the last morsel of food you had prepared for the night.

"Yes, honey?" Fuck, the petnames. He knew what made your knees weak. You want to treat him right, please him like you so desperately want to do, and beg him to take his anger out on you. However, you still need to play it safe. It was going to be your first time with him, and you needed to play your cards right. You cleared your throat.

"Can we head to bed now? I'm starting to feel tired."

Chan grinned at you, relieved to hear the words that relinquished him from the chains of consciousness.

"I would love that," he gleamed. As you took his hand in yours, excited to show him what layered underneath your short robe, you felt your cheeks heat up. How could even the slightest touch from him make you flush? Gosh, he was perfect, such a good boyfriend. You wanted to let him know, give him everything—

*buzz buzz*

Chris and you simultaneously glanced down at the phone in his pocket.

*buzz buzz*

You reluctantly looked at each other, knowing that he had to answer the call.

"It could be work," he said glumly.

"Yeah, I know," you responded in the same faint tone.

*buzz buzz*

"Take it," you insisted, smiling despite the pit your heart fell into. Chan smiled as well, probably for the same reasons.

*buzz buzz*

"I'll meet you in the bedroom, you go on ahead," he told you, giving you a nod as a signal to leave.

*buzz buzz*

"Don't keep me waiting," you responded cheekily. You planted a kiss on the cheek, scampering off to your room.

You heard the faint sounds of Chris answering his phone, knowing it was his manager on the other line.

"Hi, is there an issue with the track that we're recording on Monday? I thought we cleared that up." You could hear him through the door, rolling your eyes at the thin walls of your apartment. In an effort to prevent intrusion upon his work-related conversation, you got to tending the forgotten room.

"What are you talking about?" Chan half-huffed, half-whispered- yelled into his phone. You pretended not to hear him. The candles were dim now, so you replaced the few that were completely exhausted.

"Are you kidding me!?" You could hear him yell. Again, you ignored it, humming to yourself in an effort to calm the atmosphere.

"What about Channie's Room? My day off?" In a flurry, you redispersed the flower petals on your bedspread.

"Fine... yeah, of course..." you heard Chris' voice at its regular decibel now. "I'll see you then."

The room was perfect. So, you sat and waited for Chris, fixing yourself exactly like you had imagined you would.

Chan didn't open the door for a moment. You could hear him sigh and his phone land with a thud on the couch. He had tossed it aside. He did that when he was sick and tired of it ringing. A beat passed and then he opened the door.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, your voice concerned and low. Chan closed the door behind him, eyes immediately focused on the ground again. Oh, no.

"No... no, it's not," he stated blankly. He did not notice the candles or how their scent consumed the air. Nor did he notice the rose petals on the bedspread. He didn't even notice you.

"God I—fuck—I can't believe they did that," he chuckled dryly. He glanced at you—if you think half a millisecond of time is enough to look at someone fully —and threw his arms up.

"Channie—" you began

"They took tomorrow night from me," he stated blankly. Your heart sank: you knew what that meant. No Sunday Channie's Room, no free night, and, most importantly, no full day off.

"We have to re-record some lines and I have to be in the booth helping out," he started, "then we got to get dressed up and do a schedule until midnight.

"Chan, please—"

"And then they have the fucking audacity to ask me if I'm resting well! No, the fuck I am not!" His voice shook—not with anger, but because of the tears brimming his eyes for the second time that night.

"Chris—" Again, his voice interjected yours.

"That means more time away from you, and that means I can't be there for you, or myself, or—"

"CHRIS!" It was your turn to interrupt him. You managed to stop his catastrophizing, cutting his sentence short. However, he still didn't look at you. His hands were holding his head, clearly trying to prevent the insanity from settling in.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You let the silence fill the room. Then, you opened your eyes and looked right at Chris.

"Channie?" Your voice was soft and barely audible. Chan's hands had rubbed up his face and now smoothed his hair down, trying to tame the frizziness of his unkempt curls. Somehow, despite the worries that plague him, your voice broke him from his trance. It was as if, for a moment, he offered his attention to you in the hopes that it would pull him out of his adversity. With a sigh, he swung his arms down and let his hands smack against his legs, the act demonstrating his exhaustion. Then, once he was settled, his eyes glanced over to you, following the sound of your voice.

As soon as his gaze met you, he stilled.

You sat on his bed on your parted knees, relaxed with your barely clothed cunt hovering just above his petal-covered comforter. The pink lace lingerie you wore was visible under the rose satin robe that barely clung to you, slipping away as the knot of the strap became undone. A garter was situated on each of your fat thighs and suspended by a belt which hugged your plump waist, the colours matching the bra and panties you wore. Well, "panties" was a strong word: it was barely a few pieces of fabric and string. Your tummy peaked between the belt and underwear, completing your look with the sheer bareness of it all.

Chan's eyes were stuck on you; he could barely move. It was as if he could finally smell the vanilla and shea butter in the air.

"Channie... come to bed," you finished, fingers teasingly rubbing down the opening of your robe.

Chan's mouth went dry, his hands slowly clenching into fists to bring himself down. He needed to retain some semblance of serenity. Seeing you sitting like that while his mind raged pushed him towards something animalistic in him that he didn't know he had. One deep breath followed another, a feeble attempt at composing himself so as to not pounce on you. Who could blame him if he did? You were literally presenting yourself as ready to be used, to be loved, to let him have you. His breath was heavy, his pants now unbelievably tight.

"Please, Channie," you asked, your voice smooth and sultry. "For me?"

He licked his lips.

"Okay, y/n," he whispered back. "Okay."

He took a step forward, then another. His eyes never left you; he was hypnotized. As his legs met the foot of the bed, he slowly pushed forward and let his knee continue his crawl towards you. While Chan climbed onto the bed, you laid down, allowing him to mount you. Chan's hands planted on either side of you and his knees hugged your body, allowing him to look completely down at your helpless form. Your robe had almost completely undone, only held slightly together by a feeble knot. It displayed you to Chris, framing you in lingerie and making every instinct in his mind scream. Still, he stared at you calmly. Instead of doing what his animalistic instincts demanded of him, he shifted his weight, allowing one hand to rise up and brush a strand of hair from your face. His eyes were clear, tranquil— tearless for the first time that night.

"You are so beautiful, love," he mumbled as you brought your hands up to caress his face. "So beautiful..." Your thumb rubbed his cheek, feeling the heat of his blood creep toward the surface of his skin as you offered him this tenderness

"Wanna take such good care of you," you whispered as you kissed his face. "Wanna please my Channie."

All of a sudden, Chan looked at you like you were crazy, like you had said something off-colour or had suddenly spat in his face.

"What do you mean by that, y/n?" He asked, his voice still steady but precise. Investigative. You stared back at him with the same expression.

"I just... want you to use me? I want to make you happy, so, please, do what you want." Though your voice was sure, Chris seemed all the more confused.

"What? I could never—What?" He asked.

His words immediately caused humiliation to wash over you. You could feel your face heat up and you tried to pull away after his perplexing comments, hoping to undo what you had said. However, Chris didn't move. Despite your efforts, his body continued to cage yours. Actually, he did move closer to you, down onto his elbows so his body was still parallel to yours. The space between you two became air tight. You felt red-hot embarrassment flush your cheeks, eyes stinging from the threat of tears. God, what had you said that made him act so weird?

Your thoughts started to race as your heart pounded faster, the beat threatening to break your ribs with every pulse. Breath quickening, you wanted to beg, plead to Chris about what he meant. You wanted a chance to explain yourself, to go back in time, to ask him what he meant, please.

Then, you felt Chan rut his cock into you as he kissed your cheek.

"Mmh— fuck," Chris panted in your ear before kissing it, sucking on the lobe and kissing down your jaw. "You smell so fucking good."

"C-chris?" you whimpered out.

"'Use you'? I could never," Chris chuckled. "God, y/n, haven't you figured me out by now?" As his hands slowly slid into yours, interlocking your fingers, he captured your lips in his, softly catching your breath.

"But, I—" you protested, still confused.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, y/n," he whispered as he continued the languid strokes of his bulge against your thigh. "I'm gonna make you feel good. So, so good. Over and over again. You feeding me, taking care of me... it's nice and I love it, but it's not what I want." One of his hands slipped from yours, replacing the aching absence of your touch by holding your jaw softly with it, pushing you lovingly into his kisses. He whimpered as your tongue licked his lip, begging for more.

"I'm the provider," he kissed you again, "I'm the dominant one." Another kiss, another harsh rut.

"I'm the pleaser, okay?"

Your mouth felt dry. He smiled.

"Please touch me, Channie," you begged.

"Anything for you, princess."

He pressed his lips into yours again, letting his hand slip from your jaw and down your neck. His fingers ghosted along your collarbones, then teased along the edge of your robe, slipping the knot of the robe and completely undoing it. He moved all his weight to his knees, pulling back to sit up and allow his hands to rub down your sides, moving the robe out of the way.

"All dressed up for me, sitting on a bed of fucking roses," he cursed. His hands continued to rub up and down your torso. One hand pressed over the flimsy material of your panties that clung to your hip while the other fondled your chest over your bra. All the while, his hips never ceased moving, his heavy erection so evident as he panted above you. The sight made you needy as if you already weren't.

"Chan, don't tease," your eyes were wide and shimmering, Chan's heart thumping at the site.

"Baby," he cooed, "it's funny that you think you can call the shots."

He let both of his hands rest on your hips now, massaging the squishy flesh eagerly as his fingers dipped in and out of the fabric, teasing the possibility of taking them off.

"I like to relax by making you feel good, yeah?" Chan questioned. You nodded in understanding, but, frankly, you just wanted him to rip your panties off and fuck you.

"So," he continued, the grip on your wide hips harsher, "that means I'm gonna tease you. I'm gonna make you cum over and over again. Every time we fuck. God, how I've wanted you." As he realized his dreams were becoming reality, Chris' words suddenly got to him. He couldn't resist his urges and, as such, allowed himself a moment of liberation, ducking his head into the crevice of your neck. Licking and biting it liberally, he inhaled your scent like he needed it to live.

"Fuck, please—Channie, I don't know if I can handle that," you whimpered as he left hickeys along your neck. Your begs made him chuckle, pulling away from you despite how you clung to him.

"Oh, princess..." he teased, "you'll just have to." His hands slipped from your body and grabbed the hem of his shirt. The fabric was quickly pulled over his head and across the room, leaving him straddling you and completely on display.

"God, now you're just being unfair," you pouted as you studied his carved torso.

"You love it," he laughed in a low voice as his hands returned to your hips. "Now, where were we? Oh... yeah, here."

Suddenly, his hands twisted the delicate fabric of your panties that dug into the fat of your hip and tore it off your body, shredding it to pieces.

"Chris!" You cried, hands rushing to cover yourself. However, Chan caught your palms and pinned them to your sides. The act caused him to know pin you to the bed again, leaving you vulnerable under him.

"I'll replace them, don't worry," he groaned with an air of nonchalance. "But know that I'll just rip them off of you. Again, and again... again..." His mouth attached to yours and stifled your protests. As he caught your moans, he soon detached his lips from yours and kissed down your body, still holding your hands. When he reached your covered chest, he released his grip and freed his hands to grope your tits, toying with your nipples through the sheer fabric.

"W-will you tease me all night?" You asked as his spit soaked the fabric, attempting to suck on your nipples through the barrier.

"At some point, you'll be begging me to go this slow," he growled. He then pulled away and studied his work, content with your glistening chest.

"It's like you're leaking for me, baby." Chris started to redden. "Like your tits are soaked with milk." Your flushed face matched his own, as if you were both shocked by the words that left his mouth

Unexpectedly, he chuckled.

"Don't act like you didn't love that, y/n."

"S-shut up," you mumbled, eyes darting away in fear of meeting Chris'.

"Like a little horny baby that can't keep her tits from gushing after being sucked on," he hissed. The embarrassment of his teases continued to catch your voice, making it difficult for you to speak. His lips then returned to your torso, kissing down your body and nipping at the belt that still desperately clung to your waist.

"We'll leave this on you, the whole night," he mumbled between licks. "No panties, no bra, but this stays." His fingers caressed the fabric, loving how it hugged your tummy and accentuated your curves.

"Mmh— fuck," you hummed.

His tongue licked your stomach, kissing the fat before his hands led the way down to your thighs. Chan planted open kisses on them, nibbling at the plump flesh as he pretended not to notice your begging and exposed cunt.

"I love taking my time with you," he moaned as your whimpers persisted. "I love pleasing you, y/n."

"Oh, Chris," you responded, voice filled with adoration.

Abruptly, his tongue met your clit and sucked eagerly on it, like he had waited a lifetime to taste you.

"Fuck—" you gasped out, grateful for the stimulus. Chan ate you like a starved man, his tongue kitten-licking your clit with a neediness that matched your own.

In an attempt to stabilize yourself, one of your hands began to pet his hair while the other played with your tits. However, the endeavour inevitably failed. Chan was insatiable, and it made you squirm in his grip.

"Hmph—Fuck, how can you taste so good?" He whimpered as he buried into you further, pulling you closer by hooking your knees over his shoulders. Tonguing your entrance, he refused to neglect your clit as his nose nudged it with every lap of his tongue. Both of your hands now held his hands, desperately pulling him into you.

"C-channie, I—"

"Come for me, baby," he urged as his tongue returned to your clit. "Please? Please, all over my tongue, soak my face, please?" His begs were too much to resist. His tongue immediately returned to your clit, moaning into your cunt as he made out with your pussy. Quickly, you found your pussy now clenching around nothing, cumming just from the simple pleas and the licks Chris offered to you.

"Such a pretty pussy," Chan moaned as he lapped up your juices, coaxing you through your orgasm. "Does what it's told, so nice for me." You whimpered at the dirty words he threw around. How did everything he say sound so sexy? So fucking perfect?

Before he let you settle, his tongue returned to your clit and his fingers now teased your cunt.

"No, Chris— w-wait, please, give me time," you hiccuped as two of his fingers eased into you, your cum acting as a perfect lubricant.

"Now, now," he taunted, "that was just one of many. Relax, y/n. Give me another, yeah?" He then continued to abuse your clit while his fingers curled repeatedly, continually probing that gummy part in you.

"Baby," you moaned as your legs wrapped around his head, hating the overstimulation but unable to resist it. The lewd sounds that came from Chan finger-fucking your cunt filled the room.

"Just another, give me one more, c'mon," he urged as he returned to licking your pussy, tongue feverishly eating you. With the quickened pace of his appendages, your pussy came unexpectedly, swelling around his fingers.

"Channie! I cum, I c-cum, cum, f-for Channie, cum" you mewled. Chan smiled as he kissed your twitching cunt, eyes burning for more. He then pulled his fingers out of you and sat back on his knees, enjoying the site of his hand caressing your sopping pussy lips as you rode out the last of your orgasm.

"Aww, baby's already fucked-out from two orgasms," he cooed. He leaned over, planting a kiss on your parted lips. "Gather yourself, princess. You have a long night ahead of you." You whimpered, swallowing your words as you found yourself unable to form a coherent sentence. Instead, you let your hands crawl up his chest to his shoulders, pulling him in and kissing him properly. Chan hummed into the kiss and relished the moment of puppy love.

Pulling away, he gave you a soft grin.

"Where are your toys, baby?" He demanded in a gentle voice.

"W-what? I don't have—"

"Please don't play dumb with me," he challenged, adopting a slightly condescending tone. "I've heard the buzzing when you think I'm asleep on the couch. I've seen the packages you've carelessly thrown out. Now, tell me: Where. Are. They?"

You were dumbfounded, caught in your lies. Yet, you had no escape. After two orgasms and with more to come, you were already Chan's dumb little plaything, unable to think for herself. How could you refuse what he asked of you, or even lie your way out? Silently, you raised your hand meekly with what little strength you had, outstretching an index finger to point towards the third drawer of your dresser. Chan smiled.

"Good girl, my good and fuckable little princess," he praised. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Chris moved off of you and freed from his unrelenting love. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. As Chan kneeled to open your drawer, he glanced over at you and laughed at your weak state.

"Take your time, baby, but don't fall asleep on me," he hummed as he pulled open the drawer and began to search for the toys. "Finish getting undressed for me while I look, m'kay? But leave the belt on." You briefly considered taking the belt off, just to see what Chan would do. Then, with his next words, you decided to follow his orders.

"You don't want to know what happens when you challenge me." Though his voice was light, you feared what he insinuated by that comment. You were oddly intrigued, yearning to know what he would do. Yet, since you were already exhausted, you knew that today was no day to mess with your Channie. Especially since he had a rough day: you wanted to be good for him, and he needed you to be good for him. You still wanted to please. You left the belt on and continued to undress.

"Oh! I found your treasure," Chan teased as he fiddled through the drawer. God, if you weren't embarrassed already, you certainly were when Chan pulled out your large vibrator.

"What have we here?" He taunted, studying the body massager in the light like it was a precious artifact. You sat silent and petrified. Chris stood up, studying the massager and tossing it in his hand.

"This will do just fine," he smiled. Then, with a gingerly throw, the vibrator landed next to you on the bed.

"Use it." The air went stale.

"Chris, I-I'm so sensitive, please," you pleaded. Yet, he continued to stare at you. He barely noticed your tits were out, erect and still glistening from him lapping them up with your bra on. Well, it's not like he "didn't notice": he had begun to palm his erection through his shorts, licking his lips at the sight of you laid out for him.

"Start slowly then, love," he instructed. He stripped himself of his shorts, leaving him in his boxers and showcasing his fat and needy cock through the tight material. He then sat on the bed next to you and picked up the toy again. With a click, the buzzing ensued. Chan glanced at you before reaching for your hand, placing the vibrating toy in your palm and forcing you to hold it.

"Come one, y/n," he whispered into your ear, "you have to keep giving me all you got." His hands then caressed your legs and pet your hair, a faint act to show he was still going to coax you through your next orgasm. Then, his hands moved yours towards your pulsating cunt, his eyebrows raised in a display of fake anticipation.

You grasped the vibrator with both hands at it was forced into your clit, moans instantly leaving you as your body hummed with stimulation.

"God, it's too much," you whimpered, tears brimming your eyes. As you sniffled, Chan pressed kisses into your face and massaged your tits and thighs, pinching your nipples and groping your flesh.

"No, it's perfect," he corrected. "You feel all the love I'm giving you, y/n? All the pleasure?" He then let his hand leave your thigh for a second to switch the power higher on the vibrator, the humming now crying in your ears.

"Mmh! Fuck, yes, Chris!" You moaned as your thighs crushed the toy between your thighs. Each whimper that left you made Chan's smile more sincere, and more eager, and it made him switch your toy higher.

"You need to stop trying to make me happy, yeah?" he tutted, "I just wanna make you feel happy. Make you come. Over, and over, and over until you're soaked, and so easy to slide into, yeah?"

"Yes, yes," you moaned. "Just wanna be your perfect little pocket pussy, your fleshlight t-to use. Fuck—ah!" Another power increase.

"If you cum for me one more time," he softly spoke to you, "then I'll give you my cock. You'd like my cock, wouldn't you, y/n?"

You nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I want my Channie's cock, his big fucking dick so deep in me."

"Fuck," Chan groaned, increasing the power once more, "I'll fill you up when you take me, I'll give you so much cock and make you addicted to me."

"A-already am," you corrected, "already am obsessed with you, honey." Chan's hand pinched your tits, smiling as you approached your third orgasm of the night.

"My good princess," he kissed you lovingly. For the last time, he increased the power, the toy now buzzing at full capacity. "Now come once more and you'll get it, you'll get my cock."

"Chan, Chan, Chan, fuck—" you panted as you came. The sheets and your thighs became drenched in your cum as you squirted around the toy.

"My baby, so good," Chan cheered, so fucking happy at seeing your cum drench the cotton of your bedspread. Your hands fell beside you, the toy still buzzing as you gasped for breath. Chan smiled eagerly beside you, switching the toy off and tossing it aside on the comforter. He then laid beside you, pulling you close and nuzzling you. You lay completely flat as your chest rose and fell deeply, Chan cuddling into your side and holding you close. As if on command, his bulge proceeded to hump into your leg, desperate to get off despite your complete exhaustion.

"Fuck the sheets, don't worry about them. They were gonna be covered in cum anyways."

"Fuck 'em," you repeated mindlessly in a quiet voice.

"Y/n," Chan breathily laughed at your repetition, his hips still unconsciously bucking into your leg.

"Fuck these sheets..." you continued, "fuck the petals." You were completely gone, and Chan knew it. Yet, that didn't stop him. He played with your hair as he let you settle down, still rubbing into you as you sniffed your delicious scent.

"Yeah, fuck the sheets, my little cum-covered baby," he moaned, squishing himself closer and closer to you. Kisses ghosted your face, coating your skin in love. As his kisses moved from the side of your face to your nose and the center of your lips, he shifted his weight on top of you. Every kiss, however, became more determined, more eager, more desperate.

"God, I've needed you," he groaned as you clung to him, your body automatically responding to his touches regardless of how far your mind was. "I've waited to fuck you for so long, and I'm gonna make you come again and again. You've only given me three... Fuck, I wonder how many more can I get?" His hands suddenly slipped under your knees and wrapped them around his waist.

"Ah!" You yelped, eyes wide.

"That woke you up," he mused. He studied your glistening body, rubbing your legs and gripping your chest as he realized just how lucky he was.

"Fuck, your beautiful," he breathed out.

He then freed his cock from his boxers, the painfully hard erection slapping against his lower abdomen. Though you were depleted of all energy, your mouth instantly watered. He was large, veiny, and the perfect size with just a little bit of curve. You wanted to grab him and offer him a few much-needed strokes, but Chris' own hands beat you to it.

"Fuck, feels so good," he whimpered as he focused on his tip, pumping it quickly with a sloppy grip. His other hand now rubbed the mess between your thighs, easing two fingers into your quivering cunt to make sure you were still properly stretched out. However, the act made you convulse, still shaking from the slightest touch.

"T-too much, Channie," you whined. "God, 'm cumming too much."

"Shh, shh, baby," Chris hushed. He brought his thumb up to your mouth, pushing on your bottom lip with a mischievous smile playing on his face. "You are gonna take everything. Sorry if it is too much, but I gotta make you feel good." You let his thumb push into your mouth, offering it a few sucks to soothe yourself.

"There you go," he mumbled. Chris hissed with each swirl of your tongue. He pictured his red cock-head in your mouth instead of his thumb. And, though he desired to fuck your pretty mouth so badly, he knew he couldn't take it. He would've cum down your throat, and he didn't want to waste any of it by having you swallow it; he'd rather fill your pussy. He needed his cock in your cunt. Now.

"Keep sucking like a good girl, y/n," he hummed. "Yeah, just like that." With a final rub on his dick, he eased his dick between your legs. Gathering your cum, he rubbed his pulsing tip up and down, each stroke teasing your clit.

Your moans vibrated around Chan's thumb as your pussy clenched from the overstimulation.

"Shh, baby," Chan laughed, eyes pinched shut from the feeling of your wet, sensitive pussy. "Fuck, such a good girl with such a n-nice pussy—mmh, fuck!"

"Chris!"

It slipped in, just for a second. The tip of his fat cock sucked into your cunt, still tight but soaked from your juices. Just for a second. Not even.

But, fuck, it felt like heaven.

As soon as his cockhead dipped into your sopping cunt, you popped Chris' digit out of your mouth, moaning as he eased his veiny erection into you. For Chris, the feeling of you finally wrapped around him—still tight and twitching with every inch—made him lose the little sanity he had. When he first saw you in the bed, it took every bit of strength to resist his urges. Now, he felt like a horny teenager. The animalistic parts he tried to keep hidden, tried to restrain were now emancipated from his normally composed self. By the time he bottomed out, he knew he had lost all sense of control.

"Y-you better cum," he panted, slightly pulling out. Your watery eyes met his while your hands traced his abs, fingers delicately teasing the strained skin. "Cum when I tell you to," he finished.

He then pulled out and pushed in again harshly, mercilessly fucking your sopping cunt at a deep, reckless pace. The squelching sounds of your pussy around him filled the room and were harmonized by your moans that you felt unable to hold back.

"Such a tight, perfect little pretty pussy," he moaned as his hands fondled you. "God, y/n, what you do to me. So patient this whole night for my cock"

"Channie..." All you could do was moan in response or say his name. They were the only things that came to mind. What little energy you had left was expended to keep you awake, but that wasn't difficult with Chris rocking you on his cock.

"You look so g-good with my dick in you," he praised, "you look perfect, l-like it was made for my baby." He then reached beside your body, and as he did his body weight shifted so he was no longer sitting up. The angle did not change the speed of his hips nor how deep his cock dug into you. Your hands had someone found their way to his shoulders, holding him close and petting him gently: an act that contrasted the harsh snap of his hips. His face was now inches from yours, studying as his hand searched for what he yearned for. Glancing up, you caught a flash of colour and discovered what he grabbed.

The vibrator. Fuck.

It clicked on and the hum brought a smirk to Chris' face, a cocky expression still plastered on it.

"Chris! N-no—"

"Y/n," his panting voice stopped you. "Yes." Your eyes followed the buzzing toy down as it moved between your bodies, fearing the moment it would meet your clit. When it did, it made you yelp out again. Finally, after a night of torture, tears began to fall from your eyes.

"Hmph! Channie, w-wait baby, please," you wept.

"Give me another, c'mon, c'mon, y/n, baby, I know you have it, cream around my c-cock, baby, please," he begged as he rocked into you faster, enjoying the vibrations he felt on his cock when he dragged it out of your pussy.

"Chris, C-Chris, Chris," you babbled out.

Click. He increased the power.

Suddenly, your fourth orgasm was pulled from you, clamping around Chan's cock and gushing around him, but not as much as when you squirted earlier.

Chris, however, had never felt better.

"Fuck," he choked out, trying to hold himself back, "Fuck, you feel so good, you h-hug me so nicely. Wanna k-keep you on my cock at all times, wanna be able to f-fuck you always."

As his voice cracked, you swore he was about to start tearing up, as well. However, his pace never relented. When you came, he pressed the vibrator harder into you and let you ride out your orgasm on his cock before tossing the toy aside. Though you tried to cling to him, he pulled his torso off of you, allowing him to slip out of you and lightly slap his cock on your clit, making you shiver.

"Want another?" He teased as if he wasn't whimpering just moments ago. However, you could barely whine at the question.

"I'll give you another," Chris continued as he gripped your body harshly, flipping you over onto your stomach with his God-like strength. "I-I'll make you cum again and again until you pass out on my cock." You turned your head back to him, eyes suddenly pleading, loving the pleasure but also fearing how your legs shook without even being touched.

Chan chuckled, giving your ass a harsh spank and rubbing the pain away after you yelped.

"Get on all fours for now, okay? You've been so good, love." Mindlessly, you followed his orders, assisted by his hands as he gripped your hips, pulling your ass into the air.

He offered you some light spanks as he lined himself up. Teasing your entrance yet again, he slapped his leaking cock against your used pussy. Gingerly, he pulled the belt that still clung to your waist off of your body, then let it go. It smacked against you, making you whimper from the sting.

"Such a nice ass, beautiful fucking hips," he panted as you arched your back, accentuating the curvature of your ass. You glanced back, staring at the flushed man behind you. He was biting his lips so severely that you swore he would draw blood. The sweat that poured from him caused his curly hair to cling to his forehead and his chest to glisten. There was something about how perfect he looked that stirred something within you. It was as if, somehow, you found your voice, speaking a coherent sentence for the first time since your first orgasm.

"Fuck me, Channie," his eyes caught yours, shocked you were able to even think right now. "Fuck me like you mean it." Chan groaned at your words.

"Anything for you, princess," he responded. His fat cock pushed into you, hips meeting yours and rutting himself deeply into you. He set a steady yet carnal tempo, his grunts and moans becoming more vocal each time he buried his cock in you. Moans came unfiltered from your mouth, muffled only by the spent bedsheets that would never be used again after tonight.

"L-look at how your ass bounces on my cock," he whimpered. "S-such a fat, tight ass—fuck a wanna watch you ride me."

"Chan, your cock is s-so perfect," you mewled out, "Fill me up so well."

"Y/n," he moaned out in response. He bent over you now. Chest to back, fingers on your clit, cock rubbing into that soft part in your cunt. Fuck, he's perfect. Each circle around your abused and sensitive clit made you whimper louder and hug his dick harder. Yet, it only encouraged him to go harsher,

"I-I'm gonna stuff you full, fill your pretty precious pussy to the brim with my babies," he mewled, making you moan as well.

He grinned, "Y-you'd like that, hm? M-Mommy, make you a mommy. Make you a mommy so I can show everyone you're mine. Big tits, s-sensitive and leaking with m-milk after I fill you with my cum. Wanna keep you forever, need this pretty pussy forever. Fuck, it cums on command. Hugs me so well, so w-warm and tight and—fuck! Will b-be so good to have, let me fuck whenever, k-keep it and f-fill you up with my cum every day—Fuck!"

"Fuck your cum into me, Channie," you whimpered as his strokes became rapid and short, focusing on his head. "Want it, need you to fill me up. Wanna carry Channie's babies." Your words sent him spiralling.

"Fuck, y/n," he groaned. "Cumming, cumming. Inside—mmh! Gotta f-fill my princess—ah!" As his cum poured into you and his cock plunged deep, kissing your cervix. Your body convulsed and offered one last orgasm. You sobbed as you came, your cum mixing with his deep inside you.

"I cum," you whispered, "cum on Chris' cock, j-just as he likes." Chan laughed as he hugged you from behind, gripping your tummy, hips, thighs, and tits softly.

"Just how I like it," he murmured. "M-milking me dry, squeezing me with as you cream around my c-cock with your greedy cunt." He hummed into your ear, hips steadily rocking back and forth as he fell into bliss with the way his cum and your pussy felt around him. Once he was satisfied, he maneuvered you so you were able to lay down on the bed with him behind you. All the while, he was still deep inside you, a mixture of your cum trickling down both of your thighs.

"God, I love you, love your pussy, love you, so much," he mumbled as he rubbed your back, still buried in you.

"Chan..." you could barely respond. Yet, if you could, you would say you loved him, too. It was the first time he had said it, and he was buried in your full pussy. It wasn't the most romantic way of saying it, but it was memorable. God, was it memorable.

He stroked your tummy yet continued to hum, as if he were lulling you to sleep while trying to keep you awake simultaneously. It was as if he wanted to stay in this moment forever, perpetually buried in you and in absolute ecstasy.

"C'mon, love," he murmured after bringing himself dow, "let's take a bath. Get you cleaned up."

---

It was dark now and you lay silently on the fresh sheets that Chris had put on your bed. He had also blown out all the candles that were all practically puddles of wax. It was the late hours of the night, the kind of late where if you were to stay up a bit longer, you might be able to see the beginnings of the sunrise. Chan and you were about to go to bed. You cuddled together, him flat on his back and you laying partially on top of him. The air smelled the same as you: you had used the same body wash, the same lotion, and now laid on the clean soft linens of your bed. His chest beat slowly and rose to the rhythm of his gentle breaths.

"Do you think it'll work?" His voice was so soft, barely a whisper, yet it filled the whole room.

"What are you talking about?" You asked quietly, slightly fearing what he meant.

"Us? Our relationship?" Before you could panic, Chan began to elaborate. "If we are always trying to be the giver and not the receiver, how will there ever be a balance? Not like a... hierarchy, because fuck that." His words made you giggle, and you could feel a smile grow on his face as well before it faded with the next words he spoke. "But, still... I mean, we're both the ones who want to please the other. So... do you think we'll work out?"

You thought for a moment. With your head on Chan's chest, you swore you could feel his heart skip a beat as he awaited your response. Yet, he was joyous to see, through in the little light that played in the dark room, a delicate smile play on your face.

"I don't think it would be like a competition," you said slowly with almost a giggle in your voice. "I think that if we are always trying to be the giver, and always trying to be the one who pleases, then there would just be... a lot more love, you know? Always trying to make the other happy while still maintaining good boundaries, understandings, our own desires, needs... then, I think we'd be fine."

You glanced up at Chan, and through the darkness saw the faint glimmer of pride, love, and adoration in his eye.

"We would have created a house of love, not contempt."

You loved him back.

"I think we'll be okay," you finished. "We will work out. We'll be okay."