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[mingimura]

yunho fingering while choking...yunho..fingering..while choking. send post.

[mingimura]

You write hatefucking so romantically

LOLLL i try my best </3 it just comes out much sweeter than i had envisioned 😞

[mingimura]

Cheese!

pairing: jung wooyoung x reader

warnings/tags: fem!reader, hatesex, dub-con, degrading, wooyoung is a fully blown asshole, use of slut, whore, and so on, reader likes san, slut rumors, deep throating, cervix bruising, creampies, bratty behavior, throat fucking, and more.. do they really hate each other??? read and find out (pls) don't like, don't read

in no way, shape or form, does this depict how mentioned idol acts in real life, please keep in mind that this is a human being, and this work of fiction is not supposed to display their actual personality, thank you

a/n: hate sex...wooyoung hate sex...starts drooling... dividers by @/cursed-carmine and @/enchanthings

wooyoung was the worst. irritating, arrogant, obnoxious, cocky, and worst of all - a guy with a huge mouth, who never knew when to shut up. he would bad mouth you to everyone, make up stuff about you, mock you right in front of your face, and grin into it like he didn't have a care in the world. most bad rumors were created and set up to make rounds by him.

san, the man you liked and wooyoung's best friend, was the complete opposite of wooyoung, kind, caring, a gentleman and an absolute sweetheart as well. he would try to comfort you after, tell you he has no idea why wooyoung is acting like that, and that he's a good person at heart, yet you were having none of it. you didn't just hate jung wooyoung, you despised him. but how could you despise someone so much, when he felt so incredibly good nestled deep inside of you? when his cock drags roughly against your walls, your cervix long bruised. his seed mixed with your own liquids from 2 orgasms ago. it created the filthiest of messes pooling at your cunt. it only made it easier to abuse the cunt he "hates" so much.

in your hazy state you almost forgot, whose cock was pounding you into the mattress right now, whose moans were ringing in your ears. only being able to make out glimpses of his face between the scattered strands of hair around your face, and your blurry vision from the tears of pleasure you've been shedding. wooyoung's hand was squeezing your ass like his life depended on it, his other pressing down on the side of your head, his hand dug into your cheek, to keep you silent and all pliant for him. he had to make sure you just take it nicely, without any protests. wooyoung hated you, after all. the sheets beneath you two were soaked through, bed probably fucked through as well. but neither of you could care less, not when wooyoung's finally getting proof on the slut rumors he's been spreading about you, and you're getting dicked down until you could think of nothing but him. by the time, he's released a third time into you, the warm seed spilling into your womb, the fear of getting knocked up long forgotten now, he's pulling your head up, just to see your cocky grin flashing back at him, and it fueled him with something more cruel than rage. despite the stinging pain from all the bruises on your body, you were still leaking, still dripping. his cum slowly flowing back out of you, and he started twitching again. fucking brat. and a good actor at that. "that's all you got, woo?" you glanced up at him, your cheeks tear stained, and throat sore from all the moaning. oh, so you really are a slut, huh? a filthy slut that was good for nothin' but running her mouth? he wasn't sure why he is surprised. still, that's when it all snapped inside of him, was when all the strings, you were carefully tugging on, finally ripped. it was the first time you had seen him this way. "you fuckin' whore" you could practically hear him gritting his teeth, his cockiness turned into nothing but pure anger, mixed with endless arousal. his knuckles digged into your flesh so deeply, they were turning white, his eyes now filled with fury you'd only see in movies. before you knew it, you were thrown to the edge of the bed, your head dangling off the bed. you should've appreciated your freedom to move when you had it, before wooyoung took it from you. both of your wrists now pinned to each side of the bed, as his cock hung heavy right before your face. you could watch it grow back to life right in front of you, the little twitches making drool pool in your mouth, and if you hadn't been so overstimulated, it might had been enough to make you cum again. there was no way for you to fight it, and it made you throb even harder, clench around the emptiness that was once filled with so much pleasure disguised as hatred. when he tilted his head just right, you could see the condescending look on his face, a look that almost made it look like he felt sorry for you. but there was not a singular thought of pity crossing his mind, when he shoved his length down your throat. involuntarily the small space tightened around it. when it hit the back of your throat, you could only gag around him, pulling several strained groans from him. on his forehead the veins slowly began to pop out. there was no opportunity for you to breathe, his cock shoved so far down, that all you could do was squirm and struggle against his grip.

"yeah, that feels nice, doesn't it? just the right treatment for a slut like you.." wooyoung shamelessly spat those words at you, as he didn't even attempt to lighten his grip on your arms, holding you still against the sheets. he wasn't even moving, just restricting your airways, making you choke around his length. in absolute panic, your throat closed itself even further around him, massaging his cock like you meant it.

"ffuck…pulsing around me, bitch? you like this shit? hah..'course you do.." you hated him, hated how good it felt, how endlessly wet it was making you. how endlessly wet he was making you. and he knew, oh he fucking knew. he reveled in it, fed his disgustingly big ego with it. eventually, he started to move, slow shallow thrusts. normally it wouldn't be an issue, but the position made it impossible. tears started to well at your lash line once again. you tried to relax your wrist against his grip, focusing on situation right in front of you, and it slowly got easier with each thrust. this is fine, you're fine, it'll be fi- "you like sannie, don't you?" his words cut through your train of thought, a venomous undertone to it. he watched your eyes widen in confusion, shock and so much more. he hit a weak point. "you think he'd like a slut like you? a bitch that whores herself out for his asshole bestfriend?" he blew every thought out of your brain, he just watched you mindlessly swallow around his dick. ' "should we take a little picture for sannie, hm?" the noises around his dick became dismissive, disagreeing, begging not to. the tears now flooding the sheets. "yes? oh how nice, he'll be so happy!" his tone was nothing but mocking now. "be good." a command before he let go of your wrists, his hand now reached for his phone. you had every chance to pull off him now, you could go, avoid this situation — but you didn't? your lips stayed wrapped around his dick, not even trying to move. "would you look at that! you can listen." his laugh was humorless, shallow. through your blurred sight, you could only make out his silhouette, and then the flash of his phone. it didn't take long for his phone to vibrate with a notification. kitty! has sent a message

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Kinktober Day 2

pairing: jake sim x reader

warnings/tags: dark content!!!, criminal organization!au, reader is the daughter of it, jake got kidnapped, stockholm syndrome, subby!jake, dom!reader, reader is pretty innocent at the beginning, gets corrupted later, consensual sex, overstimulation, coming untouched, uniform kink, voice kink, degradation, begging, dacryphilia, mommy/ma'am kink, bondage, sadism, and more, don't like don't read

in no way, shape or form, does this depict how mentioned idol acts in real life, please keep in mind that this is a human being, and this work of fiction is not supposed to display their actual personality, thank you

a/n: day 2 came a little later, because i was busy, i hope i can write day 3 soon :*) but it's here now! it has a pretty long intro icl, but i lowkey like the storyline? dunnooo. any feedback is always appreciated, tysm for reading♡︎

dividers by @/cursed-carmine and @/enchanthings

As the daughter of a criminal family, your life was far from ordinary. Despite your family being relatively low profile with their crimes, it was almost impossible to live a normal life. Everything you needed to know, was taught at home, and everyone you could ever need, happened to be wherever you were. In short, you weren't allowed to leave the house much. If you were allowed to leave at all. Your parents were quite concerned, scared, terrified even, that if they let you leave the walls of the mansion you resided in, you wouldn't return in one piece.

To some degree they were right. Enemies of the family would be waiting at every corner to take the families most precious jewel. So in order to keep you all safe and sound, you would only be allowed out under strict protection.

While it had never bothered you much, sometimes the mansion, and your social life especially, would feel lonely. It was a given that you never had any friends under these circumstances, only ever holding a conversation with the maid, while she tidied up your room, or gave your praise to the cook. There was nobody who shared an interest with you, nobody who could give you a change of scenery, or even a change of thoughts. Not a soul who you could laugh and cry with. Not to mention that besides the crumbs of your parents affection, you had never received any. Only reading about it in books or overhearing conversations between the families employee's about their wives and husbands at home.

The more you heard about it, the more you learned, the more you had began to crave it. Crave someone close to you, a friend, a lover, anything, really. But how would you ever find one in these 4 walls? How could you ever enjoy all the pleasures a friend brings with them, if you were stuck behind locked doors? Trapped with your own self.

It's when you began begging your parents for a friend. You'd spend hours arguing and debating with them, tears running down your cheeks. Over how quiet and scary the mansion feels once they are gone, and how lonely you feel every day. They hated the idea at first, understandably. But slowly, day after day, you could feel them crack, an immediate no changing to a "We'll think about it.", and then finally, after a while, to them just nodding in silence, finally acknowledging their daughters needs.

So only a few weeks later, on your birthday, you were greeted by the sight of a person, a man to be exact, tied to a wooden chair, seemingly unconscious. His long black hair messily splayed over his face, every strand standing into a different direction. The man's sharp features caught your eyes, his defined nose being a perfect match to his sharp jawline. The tightly tied ropes did a great job at outlining his body, your own heart almost beating out of your chest at the sight of his statue. It was almost like, your parents had ripped him straight out of one of your romance books.

Since your moral compass had been long distorted, you didn't even think to question why he was tied up, or where they suddenly took the man from. Your mind was filled with all sorts of things, while you couldn't even stand still in excitement. From your parents you later learned that his name was Jake and he would now be your toy. What a weird term to say friend.

After a while Jake had regained consciousness. His head was stinging with pain, fear running through his veins, as he tried to recall his last memories before he passed out. Everything seemed to be a blur, not a singular memory of how he got here came to mind. His eyes were still adjusting to the light of the room, while he could only make out a few words from the voices in front of him. "Train him well." He heard. It didn't entirely click, until he was able to look around. The sight of a pretty girl in front of him greeted his senses. It must be a dream, he thought, yes this is all just— only a few moments later, he could feel the burning pain from the ropes cutting into his skin, as he tried to move his hands. Quickly he was starting to realize his situation. Jake's instincts were close to follow and he started to pull at his restraints. You backed up a little in shock, before a reassuring voice spoke to you. "It's alright, he'll get used to it eventually." Neither of you had any idea how the upcoming time with each other would look. Both of your hearts were pounding, but for completely opposite reasons.

So over the course of the next few months, you did what you were told. "Trained him". It was different from the usual though, different from what other people would expect from it. You quickly learned he was scared, terrified. It was his good right after all, even though the reasons you've been told were different from what had actually happened. You tried to sympathize with him, told him you'd also be scared in a completely new environment, without anyone you knew. Jake thought you were thoughtful at least, you were just a little lamb brainwashed by your parents, and maybe it was better that you didn't know the full story, the real one.

At first he had to be restrained everywhere, in fear he might harm you, or try to escape. It was a necessity, as he, obviously tried to fight back. Always out of your sight, and punished behind closed doors by some higher up in the family. Of course, your parents made up a story for it, to justify their actions, how he'd suddenly disappear and why his restraints were necessary. But despite all of that, you tried your absolute best to include him in everything. Your sappy romance books would no longer be enjoyed alone, as you read out your favorite parts to him, or you'd tell him all about your childhood, while slowly leaning closer to him. At night you'd readjust his rope's so he could rest easy next to you, and during meals you'd make sure to feed him, and even go out of your way to remember his favorite foods. Jake didn't talk much, but he always listened. Not that he had much choice, yet, he chose to make the best of it, till help might come at least.

Over time you learned to trust him. He also learned that there was no point in trying to fight back anymore, if he was good nothing would happen, if he fought, it hurt. Every toddler understands it. So when you finally received your parents approval to remove a rope each day, you were eager to finally let him in on even more in your daily life.

Jake's mind slowly began to get corrupted in a way, his mind finally started it's last survival mechanism. To just give in, to let you in. He learned to like your warmth, appreciate your presence, and he learned to be miserable without it. Your gentle touches, your caring words and your pretty face, it's all become an obsession to him. An obsession in his fucked up situation. And how could he not? If you guys met under any other circumstance, he could've seen himself genuinely falling in love with your kind and welcoming nature. But even now, Jake is convinced that he feels something of the same nature for you.

Love, perchance?

You, on the other hand, could not be any more delighted with how it turned out, as you looked back on the lonely nights, where you'd sob hours into your pillow, just wishing there was someone. At first, you were always the one to initiate the touch, to lean into him, to hold him at night, to even kiss him on the cheek, but after a while, Jake was not able to keep his hands off you anymore. The complete opposite. His hands needed to be on you at all times.

Some things were still odd, but probably the most present out of it was, how you, a daughter from a feared criminal organization, could be so kind, so pure hearted. It was odd to Jake, until he learned, that you have a side to you, that's just as sadistic as your parents.

Said side would only show itself during a specific situation and location though. Not even you knew, that you had something like that in you, you didn't know how much you enjoyed seeing people in pain and misery, till you caught a glimpse of him, during a punishment.

Jake was pretty much sobbing, his voice reduced to mere whines and broken sobs, as painful red marks stretched across his face and body. A scolding voice reaching him to do better, to finally obey the rules, if he wanted to live. You were supposed to feel bad, supposed to slam the door wide open, and comfort him, save your sweet boy from the punishment. Yet, the heat pooling between your legs became something you couldn't ignore, while you looked at him, listened to him. It was something you never felt before, something you couldn't explain, nor knew how to fix. It ached to see him in this vulnerable state, just not in the way it usually should.

You weren't entirely oblivious to sex, it was often mentioned in the books you read, but you always thought it was an absolute requirement to have another person with you for it. Masturbation never came to your mind. Naturally, after some time you became curious, if it really felt that good, as good as it was always described. So it didn't take long for you to initiate more with Jake. To slowly grind yourself up against him, capture his lips in a messy kiss, have him touch you in places, that you deemed dirty and private, but touch him in the same places. Neither of you had experience in it, but you worked it out, learned together.

Over time, as you learned, your sadistic side decided to show itself more and more. You'd overstimulate him or deny him on purpose, just to hear him whine and beg. Your nails would scratch his back and chest to see those pretty tears roll down his cheek, and most importantly, you'd have him call himself degrading terms and beg you for mercy, until he came all over himself. It was beyond exciting, and not even Jake could deny the absolute enjoyment it brought him.

You had corrupted yourself, and accidentally dragged him along.

Sometimes you liked to dress up, in a pretty dress. Sometimes it was just because, other times your family would have guests over, and you were required to be present with him. Obviously you'd dress up Jake swell, in the uniform of the organization. It was a simple suit, nothing special. Only different was just a little engraving on the suit, that would make it clear to whom it belonged. A classy look that was traditionally worn by every man around the mansion. The suit itself wasn't the thing that did it for you though, it was some sort of fucked up emotional connection you felt towards it. Maybe it was the authority it held, maybe something else, you didn't know. Even though, you had to admit, Jake looked so fucking hot in it.

Not that it really mattered though. Every thought of how good he once looked in it, was soon regarded, as you pushed him down onto the chair, binding his hands behind his back, pushing his suit jacked away, which only hanging onto his shoulders by a threat now. You partially unbuttoned his white shirt, before pulling down the zipper of his pants to reveal his rock hard dick, glistening with precum in the dim light of your bedroom. It was a mess, throbbing like he was already on the verge of cumming, ruining the clothes that your parents gave him proudly, like if you told him to, he'd let go, without any touch necessary.

Oh, how you loved him, when he was like this. Ready to obey your every command, just to catch a glimpse of your praise.

"Looks like you've been hard all night, huh?" You stated, while coming up behind him. A shiver ran down his spine, heading straight towards his dick, when he felt your hands running up and down his chest. Jake swallowed any words, too nervous to even breathe. His body trembled with excitement under your touch, ragged whines leaving his lips.

"Dumb little boy. Do I get you that needy? You're just a slut, aren't you? This has to be what my parents meant, when they called you my toy, don't you agree?" Jake squeezed his eyes shut, in order to focus on anything else than the already impending orgasm. Only the mere touch of your hands on his chest being enough.

"Yes..I- I am nothing more than a slut.." He cried out, hips bucking into the air.

Before he could even acknowledge the missing hand on his chest, he felt the sting against his cheek. "Yes who? Huh?" You slightly raised your voice, before slightly lifting your hand to prepare to hit again.

"Yes Ma'am—" Jake choked out, more precum dripping from his dick in response. "I'm mommy's slut, only- only a toy for her to use. It's all I'm good for, I'm sorry, I'm- fuck- I'm so sorry, please—"

"Yeah? Show me how sorry you are. Come on, I know you can do it." You encouraged, while you listened to his pleading whines. You leaned forward a little more to have his words right in your ear.

"I'm so sorry, please, I promise. I'm nothing more than a dog, I can't live without you, Ma'am. You're all I need- I- I don't know how I lived without you." Out of the corner of your eye you can see the tears start to roll down his cheeks. Normally a clear sign of discomfort, but looking closer, his dick was twitching and throbbing with each word he spoke. "Oh my god- I feel so good. Feel so good because of my mommy. Never felt this good, could never even get close- I'm just so needy for you- Oh fuck I'm gonna- Shit-" It all snapped, when your hands kept traveling lower, and stopped right at the base of his trimmed pubic hair.

His cock throbbed a few more times, before he released all over himself. Releasing high pitched moans along with it, that fueled your own heat beneath your thighs. Jake's chest rose and dropped in a steady rhythm, before thanking you with a shaky words.

Your left hand came up to wipe away the tears on his face, caress it in a gentle way, that was far from genuine. Jake didn't quite realize it, until he felt your right hand on the base of his shaft. Immediate panic rising to his head, as tears dared to spill from his eyes again.

"Mommy please—"

"You can take it, you will take it."

Despite his inner protests, he bucked into your hand. Searching for pleasure that disguised itself as pain in the very moment. Jake could barley keep his eyes open with the overwhelming pleasure clouding his mind.

You had learned to a T what Jake likes the most, what feels good and what doesn't, and how to make him cum within moments. He had done the same for you, but that was a topic for another time.

Your fingers dragged themselves over his length, making sure to focus on his sensitive tip, while also squeezing the rest of his shaft roughly. His sobs became louder every time your thumb brushed over his slit, even daring to spread it just the teeniest bit.

Jake's mind was somewhere else, torn between trying to focus on your hand and voice, and just letting himself go. With each ragged breath you could tell he was getting closer again. Every now and then you'd stop your movements, just to feel his dick throb with need.

"Mommy- 'm so close, gonna cum again- Ah- hurts so much, but feels s' good- Can I-" He whimpered, his voice cracking with each syllable, as his black strands of hair covered most of his view.

"Yeah, sweet boy, go ahead. Make a mess like you always do. You can do it, mhm?" You encouraged once again.

Before you knew it, your hand was covered in his semen. The sticky substance being quite unpleasant around your hand, yet, you couldn't deny the arousing sight below you. Jake was, again, panting, babbling random words over and over. Little thank you's and pleased sounds.

"Mhm..You got it all over the suit..Mom and Dad won't be happy if they hear about this-"

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Shh it's okay..I got you, don't I?" Your calming touch went back to ruffling his hair and playing with his face. "It's okay, good job."

And Jake did calm down, leaning into your touch, reminding himself that he loves you. Loves you despite how messed up everything is. Loves you because you're all he has and will ever have for the rest of his life, and that he's safe with you. It's all okay, he has to remind himself.

And you love him too, even though you don't know how fucked up the relationship between you two really is. How fucked up the ground is that this relationship was built on. And maybe you'd care if you knew, but right now, all that matters is Jake's soft skin against yours, and his whines of complaint, when you leave to go fetch some tissues to clean him up.

"I love you.."

You look back at him with adoring eyes. "I love you too."

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Kinktober Day 1

pairing: bangchan x fem!reader

warnings/tags: phone sex, guided masturbation, daddy kink, slight orgasm control, degradation, praise right after, no established relationship, fwb, edging if you squint, nasty dirty talk, begging, good crying, mentions of idol life, not proof read, as always don't like don't read in no way, shape or form, does this depict how mentioned idol acts in real life, please keep in mind that this is a human being, and this work of fiction is not supposed to display their actual personality, thank you

a/n: what better way to start off an account than with kinktober? the tags for day one were masturbation, daddy kink and orgasm control - i truly tried my best. please feel free to leave feedback in my inbox, comments or reblogs, i appreciate every single one of you ♡︎ dividers by @/cursed-carmine and @/enchanthings

He had been needy. As needy as ever. The tour had taken a toll on him, it always did. The constant adrenaline rush of performing, followed by the exhaustion washing over him, as Chan's head finally hits the pillow, was beyond straining. Normally it didn't bother him. Not the boner he'd pop after a show, while he was too tired to do something about it. Not the desire he felt to let it out sometimes. Not the sexual frustration, that would build up over weeks. It was manageable, Chan was a patient man, a man with restraint. Yet, ever since you entered his life, not even as a lover, but on the thin line of something more, someone he craved ever so deeply after these nights, it's been torture.

While he could ignore the hard on in his pants after performances, he couldn't ignore your cheeky messages, the seemingly innocent pictures that, during a closer look, didn't appear so innocent anymore. And first and foremost, your little voice notes of you moaning and whining into the mic of your phone, right before you go to sleep. While Chan enjoyed every single bit of it, it was the last part that almost killed him so many times.

Timezones.

Unfortunately for him, concerts would last long into the night, way past your bed time. So whenever he got the chance to pick up his phone after the show, he'd already see the little "good night♡︎" message. Exactly that was the torturous part. Even though Chan desired to actively engage with you during those nightly hours, wanted to make you wet and needy for him over and over again, wanted to hear your stutters as you got close to the release you so desperately craved, wanted to imagine it was your walls hugging around his dick instead of his hand, he had to be understanding. After all you had to be well rested for the job that awaited you the next day, and you were already so kind to leave him a gift every night. It'd be rude to ask for more, he thought.

Yet, it was merely enough to neither of you. It was only a matter of time till one of you broke, and little did you expect to receive a phone call at exactly 12.09 am from none other than Christopher Bang.

Your tired murmurs hit his ears, before his groans could hit yours. His big hand was wrapped around his hard-on, he slowed his movements while waiting for you to pick up the call. Chan felt guilty, that was for sure, guilty for letting his needs get the better of him, but truthfully, he was too fucking horny to care about any of it right now.

"Chan..?" You whispered in a low tired voice, followed by a high pitched yawn. Your mind was still clouded from sleep, not quite realizing what was happening on the other end of the line. Chan had never called you this late at night before, he respected your set sleep schedule, so it had to be something important, right? While you were still collecting your thoughts carefully, Chan could imagine your sleepy face, and god, it made his dick throb in his hand.

"Sorry sweet girl.." He started, while he bit back choked gasps. "Didn't mean to wake you…It's just.." Chan trailed off, dragging his next stroke extra long, which caused a hitched breath to escape his throat. By now, you were starting to catch on. A burning heat crawling up your skin, as you felt yourself get all bothered in certain places.

He left off his sentence, barely even remembering he started it. Chan had lost himself in the pleasure for a few moments, until your voice ringed in his ears once again. "Are you..touching yourself?" You asked oddly shy, all the usual bite in your personality gone.

Chan chuckled lowly, slightly embarrassed at how quickly you caught on. "Yeah..Couldn't help myself. You don't mind, do you angel?" It was a stupid question, you never did and you most likely never would. If anything it turned you on, that he decided to call you this time. In the end it proves how needy you make him, no?

"You know I don't Chan.." You admitted, slowly being driven by the own desire that was building up in your lower stomach. Your cheeks starting to become a flushed pink, as every single of his sounds drove you more into desperation. His grunts and groans were now accompanied by the wet sounds of him stroking his dick at a languid pace.

"Makes you so fuckin' wet, doesn't it baby? Hearing daddy stroke his cock all for you, and you only?"

"Oh yeah it does..so needy"

"Who do you think you're talking to right now, hm?"

"It makes me so wet, daddy. All soaked for you." You corrected yourself, your voice slowly degrading itself into a mere whine, as the fog in your brain finally lifted itself to make space for the arousal that was washing over you.

"That's it, sweet girl." Chan could easily notice the change of tone in your voice, he could hear the rustling of sheets, as you uncomfortably shifted in your place, trying to relieve the ache between your thighs. "Bet that sweet pussy is begging for some attention, hm?"

"'s gonna soak my bed sheets..need help so badly, please?" It's as if every coherent thought was gone, not that there were many at this hour anyway, yet, it felt like you hadn't been this needy in so long. Unlike Chan you could control your sex drive quite well, but sometimes, when he was around, it would spiral into something feral.

It only took a few more commands from him, until your pajama shorts and panties were discarded across the room, and you were slowly teasing your clit, just like he told you to. Chan's own movements stilled in order to provide the best possible guidance for you in that very moment. As his voice, laced with need, slowly guided you to push a finger or two in, you could've sworn you saw the light for a second. The rasp in Chan's voice had you dripping as it is, but the combination of praise and his own ragged breaths and moans, while your fingers searched for the gummy spot hidden deep in your cunt. Frustrated whines escaping your plump lips that resulted from you just simply not being able to reach the spot his fingers of expertise reach.

Despite Chan being lost in his own pleasure again, that had slowly started to build up again, he almost instantly noticed the frustrated noises coming from the other end of the phone. "What's wrong, angel, doesn't it feel good?" He asked, his voice followed by a slight undertone of teasing.

"Can't reach-" Whine. Another desperate curl in hopes to find the spot that makes you lose your mind.

"Awh.." He sarcastically cooed. "Can't please yourself like daddy pleases you, hm? Is that it? I spoiled you way too much, didn't I? Oh, my poor baby.." It was degrading, belittling, and humiliating, yet you couldn't bring yourself to hate it, even just a little. It was motivating in way.

Under Chan's guidance it only took a few more tries till you finally let out the gasp of pleasure. "There it is, good job." He praised. His own arousal slowly clouding his mind, as he could finally continue his strokes on his dick, while he listened to your cunt gush around your fingers, wishing so desperately they were his making you feel good.

Chan moaned and repeated praises that went straight to your cunt, and heightened your pleasure. Your moans growing more intense, as you chased the pleasure from your feeble thrusts, paying attention to your clit every now and then. Chan's voice drowned out in your mind, only registering so little words that you deemed important, and that brought you closer to release.

Chan, on the other hand, could feel his balls throb and ache. His thumb repeatedly ran over his slit, roughly squeezing the skin and flesh of his tip. As the rest of his hand focused on rubbing the remaining part of his shaft, tracing every prominent vein, through hisses. Chan's chest was glistening with sweat, while his own release slowly approached, driven by the sound of your pleas and cries. He could only imagine your tear stained, but fucked out face. The way your fingers spread your own cunt open, fucked into it in a pace that was barely enough to bring you to the edge. It wouldn't pull an orgasm out of you, that he could cause, but there was no way around it at the moment.

"You close, baby?" Chan asked, after hearing your voice get more high pitched and your whines get more frequent. After hearing a sound of approval, he pondered for a split second. Little did you know, it wasn't going to be that easy.

"Yeah? You're not gonna cum till I tell you to though, isn't that right?" He groaned deeply after hearing your desperate whine in response to his command. "I'm surprised your fingers are even doing it for you, baby. Daddy fucks you so much better, doesn't he? If he was there, he'd fuck you so good. Round after round. His fat cock would hit all the spots your little fingers can barely reach. Oh..fuck..That's right. He'd make sure you'll never want to leave him. He's gonna-" His slurred words are cut off by a loud moan, his head thrown back, his own peak was about to hit him.

Chan knew what he was doing, saying all this stuff to you, while making sure you don't cum. He loved it. Yet, his own game was catching up to him, as the thought of all the actions he mentioned with you only heightened his own arousal and expected arrival. Despite your mind being hazy, you knew it wouldn't take long until he gave in, until you could enjoy it too. It was torture nonetheless.

As expected, only a few dragged out strokes later, Chan's words tangled themselves in each other. "Shit baby- Gonna…Beg me to cum, won't ya?"

"Please- Please daddy, wanna cum so bad…wanna be good for you and- shit—" Your embarrassment happened to be secondary, the only thing that mattered was to finally let the coil in your stomach snap. Your pleas would soon be answered, when you finally heard his approval, immediately followed by the sounds of his own release. Loud guttural grunts, whilst his seed spilled all over his stomach.

Every word you uttered during your orgasm, was no more than a series of random letters mushed together. Your back arched off the bed, just as your fingers slowly stilled to calm down.

"That's a good girl..That's it- Shit, Daddy's so proud of you, good job." Chan breathed through the aftermath of his orgasm. His dick slowly softening in his grip, whilst he laid the phone on his side. You weren't able to say much, only giggling softly at his praise. Your phone was also put to the side to pull your blanket back up and lay on your side. Between the sounds of rustling sheets, you could hear Chan muttering whatever came to his mind.

"Can't wait to be with you again, sweet girl. Not much longer, yeah? You can wait, right? Gonna take you with me on the next tour, can't do this again, oh and…" His voice slowly became quieter as you were in the process of peacefully drifting to sleep.

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