Seeing The Goodness Of Humankind By Reading A Subby Chan Strap Fic - Tumblr Posts

AHHHHHH!!! i literally just found your blog but i am sooooo obsessed with the way you think i mean… the a/n had me HOOKED???

sub!chan is a personal hc of mine but this took it to another level… obsessed!!! thank you for writing this?? like… thank you for contributing to the world yk

a/n: my answer to the which member can deep throat your strap the best. it’s chan. the answer is always chan. afab!reader. <1k. smut - minors DNI.

that chan loved being pegged wasn’t exactly a secret - it was written all over his face, his body language and his stature and the way he held himself. he knew what he wanted and was never afraid to ask you for it when he needed it.

that he was asking you to gag him on your strap, though? that came as a bit of a shock.

he had gotten down on his knees in front of you, kissing your thigh and asking with his eyes peeking through his lashes, making it impossible to say no. not that you would have, when even the idea of him choking on your cock was enough to send you into a dizzy spiral.

leaving him kneeling on the floor while you undress and hook the strap up to your hips was so hard. his eyes followed you out of the room, already hazy in submission as he waited so patiently for you. he was nothing if not a good boy, knowing his instructions even though you hadn’t said anything to him.

when you get back, wearing just your bra and panties and the strap, he’s kneeling in the same place, shifting back and forth like he can’t help himself. there’s a growing bulge in his pants that he ignores, knowing that he won’t get what he wants if he touches himself without asking.

he’s biting at his bottom lip, and when you finally approach him and cup his face gently in your hand he relaxes his mouth. his lips are reddened and wet, plump and already so wrecked - he looks divine like this.

“hungry?” you tease him, and he nods and nuzzles his cheek into your hand, his eyes fluttering back and forth between your face and the dildo that’s so close to his mouth. you let him have that one moment of comfort before you tighten your grip on his chin, thumb digging into the flesh of his cheek. “open.”

it’s a simple order, and he follows it beautifully. he opens his mouth, tongue lolling out as he makes a noise of excitement. his mouth is so wet, drool pooling up with every passing second that he keeps it open. you rest the tip of your strap on his tongue and he immediately closes his lips around it, suckling at it while he looks up at you.

only he could make this look so innocent.

you push in a bit further, feeling when he starts to tense up a bit. you move your hand to his hair, scratching at his scalp a bit to relax him, and your cock slides into his throat with little to no resistance. his eyes flutter closed as he swallows around you.

you pop out of his mouth, keeping your grip on his hair when he tries to follow you.

“my good boy,” you coo at him and he blushes under your attention, redness creeping up from his neck to his ears. “made for this, weren’t you?”

“yes,” he rasps out, clearing his throat a bit.

you’re a little breathless just from watching him. even though you felt none of the sensation, the way he looked under you was absolutely mesmerizing. you wish you could immortalize him like this, pliant on his knees with his swollen, red lips, just for you.

he shuffles his body closer to yours, slotting himself between your legs so his crotch was pressed up against your ankle. he looks up at you again, a silent question in his eyes.

“go ahead, baby,” you tell him, and without missing a beat he’s grinding against your leg and choking himself on your strap again. his hands wander up your legs until they’re secured behind your thighs, keeping you pressed to him as he chases his release.

crystalline tears were forming under his lashes, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like with mascara and eyeliner trailing down his cheeks.

another time.

you push a little farther into his mouth, and he gurgles around your cock, sending pangs of went through your entire body.

“god, you’re such a slut,” you pant out, just as affected as you would be if he has his lips wrapped around your clit. he looks up at you with wide, wet eyes, and you can see his throat spasm around the silicone as he digs his fingers further into your thighs.

he rocks his body against your foot, pushing himself further into your cock just so he could get off and it’s so sexy. he comes almost too quickly, spasming against you as he makes noises around you, muffled and indistinct.

he backs off and coughs, catching his breath before diving in for more and you can’t help yourself from falling to your knees in front of him before he could.

when you kiss him it’s a wet affair, strings of his spit connecting your lips together and it’s downright filthy but you don’t really care.

“you’re so good,” you mumble against his lips between kisses, petting every inch of him that you could reach. “you’re such a good boy, oh my god, i love you.”

“love you too,” he whispers through his wrecked throat. you jot down a mental note to make him some tea, later.