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☆ house ☆ #D3

"Ah... baby...you don't- fuck- you don't have to-" Chan tries to tell you. It's his instinct to first politely reject any form of kindness from anyone. That's how much of a gentleman he is.

And that includes getting a blowjob from you. Even when he knows very well he deserves more than just his dick in your mouth because he had just told you the surprise he's been keeping from you.

A house. He bought a house. For you. For the both of you.

"I want to," you say, fishing his half hard cock from his neatly pressed black slacks. "Wanna make you feel good. You bought a house. For us. You deserve more than just a blowjob."

Chan gulps at that. Chan loves giving. He's a giver. Be it in or out of bed. He prefers it, really.

But there's just something really hot about you being so determined to make him feel good.

"More?" Chan questions. This is already so much to him. You, so pretty on your knees, hands trying their best to grip onto his toned thighs so that he won't be able to run away.

He could move, really. He's a lot stronger than you. He could easily pull you up and make you sit on his lap, give you a soft lecture on how he doesn't need you to return any favours.

He just loves you. A lot. And he wants to have a place to call home with you. It's as simple as that.

But his brain is a mush. He's never seen you this determined before. So pretty. So fucking beautiful.

"Yes, more. First, we're gonna make you cum in my mouth," you tell him, thumb running over the tip of his cock, making him unintentionally buck his hips up, sensitive at your soft touch.

You giggle at him. So fucking cute.

"Your cock will be super sensitive but still be hard enough. So, I'm gonna fuck myself onto it. This big thing is just so wonderful, isn't it?" you continue, making Chan groan and moan so loud when you lick his cockhead.

"Baby fuck," he breathes, hands automatically threading through your hair in instinct.

You smile at him, loving how he's trying really hard to let you take the lead. You know he loves being the one giving instead of receiving but you really want to show him how much you appreciate him and his whole existence.

"And then we're gonna make you cum again. Inside me. And I'll let you fuck me on every surface of this house. Every single one. Anywhere you want to. We'll start here. On the couch-"

"Bed. Bed. Wanna- wanna fuck you on the bed first."

Chan's face is red. But he can't help it. As pussydrunk as he is, he can't let anywhere else be the first place he gets to fuck you. It has to be the bed. Your first official shared bed.

"Okay, baby. The bed it is. Anything for you. Anything for my wonderful boyfriend. Bought me a house and all, hmm? Gotta give you what you want."

You stand up, slowly letting go of his cock, letting it slap against his abs.

"I'm gonna be such a good girl for you, Channie. Gonna be the perfect wife for you."

Chan nearly chokes at that. Wife. Fuck. Fuck. He wants to marry you so bad. What the fuck are you doing to him?

"Don't tease," he mutters, groaning as he feels more precum oozing from his tip.

"You like it. You like it when I call myself your little wifey. Is that what you told the realtor, baby? That you're buying this house for your wife?"

You can't help it. He's too cute. Oh you would love to marry him when the time is right.

"Wife," Chan breathes, the word rolling from his tongue sounding so natural. "My wife," he says again, head already going dumb just from imagining that future with you.

"I'm here," you say softly, noticing how Chan is a little out of it. It makes you smile. "You'll be a good husband and make me a mommy, right?" you tease him again, knowing it's his ultimate weakness - breeding you.

Chan whimpers. "I can go raw tonight?"

"You can, baby."

"You'll keep my cum inside?"

"I will. Promise."

"Cockwarm?"

"Anything you want."

"Wanna buy you another house."

"Chan!"