drabble — "shhh! be quiet, pretty girl. we can't be making any noise."
you used to think starting a family with chan would be easy. he was everything on paper—reliable provider, patient, endlessly loving with both you and your daughter. he would drop anything the second either of you needed him. and yet the reality of it settled differently than the fantasy. your little girl was a carbon copy of him in every way you look at it. the same soft eyes, the same affection, the same need to be pressed against someone she loved. most days that someone was you. she’d climb into your lap the moment you sat down, claim your thighs like they were her personal throne, and stay there for hours while chan watched with that helpless, fond smile.
quality time between the two of you had become a rare thing. and tonight was one of those rare nights.
she was finally asleep in the next room, door left slightly ajar the way she preferred. the apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft creak of the mattress every time chan moved.
he had you folded nearly in half beneath him, knees pinned high against your chest, ankles locked over his shoulders—a mating press, the position he loves the most because not only he could see your face, he could dive deeper, reaching all the places he normally couldn't. his cock was buried to the root, thick and hot, stretching you open on every deep, grinding thrust. he wasn’t pacing himself. he was fucking you like a man who’d been starving.
"shhh! be quiet, pretty girl," he whispered against your mouth, voice already rough with restraint. "we can't be making any noise."
you tried. god, you tried. but the first full, deliberate stroke dragged a broken little noise from your throat before you could swallow it. chan’s reaction was instant. he sealed his lips over yours in a deep, silencing kiss, tongue sliding past your teeth to catch the sound and keep it. his hips wasn't relenting. he kept driving into you with the same eager, almost desperate rhythm, the wet slide of his cock filling the quiet room with soft, filthy sounds that felt far too loud.
when even the kiss wasn’t enough and another whimper slipped free your mouth, he pulled back just enough to cover your it with his hand. his broad palm pressed firmly over your lips, fingers splaying across your cheek and jaw, holding you still while he fucked you deeper. his eyes were dark, almost apologetic, but his body told a different story entirely—hips snapping forward with controlled force, the thick length of him punching into your sweet spot again and again until your thighs trembled against his shoulders.
“suck,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
he slipped two fingers past your lips the moment you parted them. you closed around them gratefully, tongue curling, sucking hard while he watched. the act gave you something to do with your mouth besides moaning. it also gave him a perfect, intimate view of the way your eyes went glassy every time he angled just right and dragged the head of his cock over that sensitive spot inside you. a soft, choked sound still vibrated around his fingers, pressing his digits deeper as an answer, muffling it, and kept thrusting.
he didn’t slow down. if anything, the knowledge that you were being good, quiet, and obedient, taking every deep stroke he gave you, only made him fuck you harder. his free hand gripped the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh to keep you folded open for him. sweat slicked the places where your bodies met. every thrust punched a wet, rhythmic sound from between your legs that seemed to echo in the silence. the headboard stayed quiet only because he was careful with the angle; everything else was pure and raw hunger.
“missed this,” he breathed, forehead pressed to yours, fingers still heavy on your tongue. “missed you so fucking much.” another deep, grinding stroke, the kind that made your toes curl and your walls flutter helplessly around him. “been thinking about having you like this for days. open, obedient and taking me so well.” his hips rolled, grinding the base of his cock against you until you felt the stretch burn sweetly. “gonna fill you up. gonna make sure you feel me every time you move tomorrow.”
you moaned around his fingers. he pressed them deeper, muffling the sound, and kept fucking you exactly the way he’d been craving. hard, thorough, relentless. the mattress dipped with every powerful snap of his hips. your breath came short and shaky against his palm. heat coiled tight and low in your belly, building with every thick, sliding thrust until your legs started to shake against his shoulders.
chan felt it. the way your walls began to flutter and clench around him, the way your thighs trembled harder, the soft, desperate sounds you couldn’t quite swallow even with his fingers in your mouth. his own control frayed. his thrusts grew shorter, deeper, more urgent, the wet slap of skin barely restrained. he pulled his fingers free only long enough to kiss you again, hard and messy, swallowing the rising sounds as the tension in your body wound tighter and tighter.
“come with me, baby” he whispered against your lips, voice choked and ragged. “come on, give it to me.”
His hand returned to your mouth just as the first wave hit you. pleasure crashed through you in a sharp, overwhelming rush. your walls clamping down hard around his cock, your back arching as much as the position allowed, a muffled cry vibrating through your chest, biting on your lower lip to suppress the moan escaping your mouth. the intensity of it stole your breath. your body shook beneath him, clenching and pulsing around every thick inch still buried deep inside you.
chan followed you over the edge with a low, broken groan that he buried against your neck. his hips slammed forward one last time and stayed there, grinding deep as he came—hot, heavy pulses flooding you, filling you in thick, rhythmic spurts while your orgasm milked him for every drop. his free hand tightened on your thigh hard enough to leave faint marks, holding you locked in place as he emptied himself as deep as he could go.
for several long seconds neither of you moved.
your bodies stayed locked together, trembling, breathing hard and quiet against each other. his length twitched inside you with the last fading pulses of his release. chan kept his hand gently over your mouth a moment longer, just until he was sure no leftover sounds would escape, then slowly slid it away and replaced it with a soft, lingering kisses.
he stayed buried inside you, forehead resting against yours, both of you catching your breath in the shared silence of the room.
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