tags: dom!bang chan, sub!reader, female!reader, public sex?, bathroom sex, degradation, god kink.
Your back was against the wall of the bathroom as Chan thrusted up into you, quiet but deep groans releasing from his mouth every few seconds. You clenched your eyes shut, so desperately trying to not make any noise. You promised you would be good for him, and at that he smiled affectionately, then put his fingers in your mouth to silence you.
Chan was horny. He loved to fuck. More specifically, he loved to fuck you. You were beautiful, but sexy all and alluring at the same time, and thatâs what he loved the most about you. He had pulled you into a bathroom after you had teased him, rubbing yourself back and forth on his lap in public.
âJesus, you know how fucking tight you are? I love your pussy so much- Fuck!â He slams into you repeatedly as you try your best to silence the tiny whimpers and moans that Chan is pulling from you. âChan, anyone could hear, you need to be quââ, just as you say that, Chan pushes up deeper into you, rubbing that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your head.
He grips your chin suddenly, holding it tightly between his thumb and index finger. âDonât give me orders. Youâre in no fucking position to. You understand?â He raises an eyebrow at you, licking his lips and heavily breathing. You swallow and nod, whining as he pulls out of you. He looks you up and down, his eyes fixated on you, a hot wave washing over your body as he does so. You avoid his eyes and at that he chuckles at you, mocking you in your desperate state.
âTelling me what I need to be. Unbelievable,â he laughs, âyou telling me what I need to be when youâre getting your cunt fucked in a public bathroom.â You shut your eyes, whining humiliatingly loud. âYouâre right. You need to shut the fuck up.â He huffs, pulling you off the wall towards him, and turning you to face the wall. You hear him messing with his pants again, the clinking of his belt present.
Suddenly, his belt is around your neck. You make a surprised noise as he fastens it around your neck, looping the dark leather through the buckle, tight enough to make sure he has a hold on you, to know youâre his and you and your life are in his hands right now. But still, loose enough for you to breathe. You moan, your core pulsing and desperate for attention.
âWhatâs wrong sweetheart? You wanna get fucked? Hm?â Chan asks, murmuring into your ear. âYes, please, God, fuck me.â Chan hums, kissing behind your ear. âGod, hm? I like the sound of that. You belong to me. Youâre fucking mine. And youâre in my hands right now. Call me your God, beg me, say you belong to me.â He announces, pulling your hair back, your head just resting on his shoulder as you breathe, embarrassment washing over you. His tip resting at your entrance, rubbing back and forth as you struggle to find words.
âPlease, my God, please fuck me. I belong to you, my body belongs to you, you fucking own me. I need you, pleaseââ youâre cut off by a gasp from yourself as he suddenly bends you over nothing, thrusting into you. Struggling to cope with the feeling of being so suddenly full, you blink, your breath heaving as you try to stay sane, your hands resting on the wall as Chan fucks you from behind.
Chan grits his teeth and throws his head back, his hips not stuttering or pausing even for a second. âTake it, take all of this fucking dick. Iâm going to come inside you, and youâre going to take every bit of come inside that fucking cunt and keep it there. You understand me princess?â He growls out between harsh, unforgiving thrusts. Your thoughts are a mess, and you canât even form a coherent answer, although you donât think he expects one.
âC-chan, I- Oh my fucking God! Chan Iâm going to c-come, shit, I canât hold it.â He grits his teeth and bites his lip, slamming into you and the sound of skin slapping reverberates in the bathroom. âHold it. Fucking hold it. You donât come before your God does, you know better, baby girl.â He grunts as you moan and cry out for him, squealing as your pussy clenches around his cock.
âFuck, f-fuck, take all of it, fuck!â Chan pulls the belt around your neck, pulling you up with your back against his chest. He moans deeply, his head thrown back and his stomach moving as he quickly breathes in and out, trying to catch his breath from his orgasm. He swallows, then bends you back over, hand reaching for your clit.
âFuck, Chan! H-holy shit, I-Iâm going to comeââ You feel your whole body shake and tremble, the only thing keeping you up is Chan holding you in his muscular arms. One hand covers your mouth as your eyes roll back into your head, his grip on the belt forgotten. He holds you gently, kissing the crown of your head.
âYou did so good for me, so good, my pretty girl. Itâs okay, Iâm here with you.â Chan makes sure youâre okay, toying with your hair and whispering sweet compliments into your ears, making you giggle and calming you down. Chan begins to clean you up, wiping down your legs and cleaning up the mess you both made. âYouâre really pretty, you know.â You say to Chan, looking down at his once glossy, now sweaty and tousled brown hair.
He laughs a little, âNot as pretty as you,â he sing-songs.