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[netesworld]

You’re No Good For Me

older!chan x babysitter!reader

warnings: smut, age gap, oral (m&f), fingering, piv, slapping, infidelity.

wc: 3k

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The evening light filters through the curtains of Chan's spacious living room as you finish cleaning up the toys scattered across the floor. His daughter, a sweet little girl with her father's dimples, is already asleep in her room. You've been babysitting for the Bahng’s for three months now, and you've grown fond of both parents, though perhaps more fond of Chan than is appropriate.

You hear the front door open and close with a heavy thud. Chan's footsteps sound tired as he enters the living room, loosening his tie with a sigh.

"Rough day?" you ask, looking up from where you're kneeling on the floor. The soft carpet digs into the skin of your knees. He runs a hand through his dark hair, "You have no idea," he says, his voice strained. "Another long day with the wife before I even left the office." He states taking the tie off completely and throwing it over the back of the couch with a sigh.

You stand up slowly, letting your eyes trace the lines of his handsome face. At thirty two, Chan is still devastatingly attractive. His broad shoulders, muscular arms that his dress shirts can barely contain, and those deep brown eyes that seem to carry the weight of the world.

"I'm sorry to hear that," you say softly, stepping closer. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He looks at you then, really looks at you, and you see something shift in his expression. The exhaustion is still there, but now there's something else, a flicker of interest, perhaps, or maybe it's just your imagination.

"My wife's out of town visiting her sister," he says, his voice lower than before. "Just for the weekend."

"I know," you reply, your heart starting to beat a little faster. "She mentioned it last time I was here." Chan nods, his gaze lingering on your lips. "Well, I should pay you for tonight and let you get home." He says digging in his pockets for his black leather wallet.

You reach out and place a hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your fingers. "There's no rush. I can stay a bit longer if you need some company." You say biting your lip, letting your eyes drift up to his face through your eyelashes.

His breath catches slightly at your touch, and you know you have him. The marriage problems, the long hours at work, the loneliness, it's all written on his face. You've seen the way his wife treats him, dismissive and cold. You've heard their arguments through the closed door of their bedroom when you've arrived early for babysitting. A constant bickering of the fact that Chan works too much, and how she wants intimacy but he’s too tired for it when he gets home.

"I could use a drink," he admits, his voice husky. "Would you like one?"

"I'd love one," you say with a smile. You’ve actually never drank in your life, had no interest in it, but if it meant that you’d get to have a few more moments with Chan then you suppose you don’t mind accepting his offer.

As he turns to pour two glasses of whiskey, you take the opportunity to admire him from behind. The way his slacks hug his firm ass, the breadth of his shoulders. You've been fantasizing about this man since your first week here. Months ago when you got a call after posting on a forum that you were available for babysitting. You answered not thinking 4 months later you’d be here, and tonight feels different. Tonight feels possible.

He hands you a glass, his fingers brushing against yours in a way that feels deliberate. "To unexpected company," he says, raising his glass in a toast.

"To unexpected company," you echo, your eyes locked with his as you down the whiskey like a shot, it burns and you scrunch your nose, earning a chuckle from him. The conversation flows easily, drinks turning into a second round, then a third.

The living room is bathed in the soft glow of floor lamps as you settle onto the plush sofa Chan beside you. The second glass of whiskey feels warm in your hand, the ice clinking softly as you take a sip. His daughter is sound asleep, and the house is quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside.

"You look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders tonight," you say gently, watching him swirl the amber liquid in his glass.

Chan lets out a humorless laugh, the sound harsh in the quiet room. "That's an understatement. I had another fight with Minhee before I even left the office today. She called to 'remind' me about our anniversary next week, which apparently I'm destined to forget despite the three calendar alerts she set."

You shift slightly on the sofa, letting your knee brush against his in a way that feels natural but intentional. "Anniversary arguments are never fun," you sympathize. "Is it always like this between you two?"

He runs a hand through his dark hair, the hair at his temples curling softly in the light. "Lately? Yeah. It's like we're business partners who happen to share a bed and a daughter. The romance died years ago, but now... now it feels like even the friendship is dying."

"What changed?" you ask, your voice soft. "If you don't mind me asking."

Chan looks at you then, really looks at you, and you see the raw vulnerability in his eyes. "I don't know when it happened exactly. Maybe it was gradual. She stopped seeing me as her husband and started seeing me as... a provider. A paycheck. Someone to manage our daughter's schedule and fix things around the house."

He takes another sip of whiskey, his gaze distant. "Do you know the last time we were intimate? Six months ago. And that was her birthday, and it felt like an obligation. Like checking something off a to-do list."

Your heart beats faster at his confession, at the intimacy of this moment. You reach out and place your hand on his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles. "That's incredibly lonely," you say softly. He lets out a breath through his nose, and you can see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows.

He turns his hand over, tracing his fingers over the lines on his palms. "It is. I come home to a silent house most nights. She's usually in her office or watching shows in the bedroom. We eat dinner together maybe twice a week, and those meals are just updates about our daughter or household logistics."

"Does she know how you feel?" you ask, your thumb stroking the back of his hand.

"I've tried to tell her," he says, his voice strained. "But she doesn't hear it. Or maybe she doesn't want to. Last month, I suggested we go away for a weekend, just the two of us. She laughed and said she couldn't possibly be away from work for that long, and who would watch our daughter anyway? Can you believe that? And then she tried to use our daughter as an excuse!, as if you aren’t her babysitter.”

You squeeze his arm gently. "That's hurtful."

Chan nods, his eyes meeting yours. "The worst part is... I think she's having an affair. Or at least considering it. She's been texting someone constantly lately. When I ask who it is, she says it's work-related, but she smiles when she looks at her phone. She hasn't smiled at me like that in years."

Your breath catches at his words. This is it the opening you've been waiting for. "You deserve to be happy, Chan," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looks at you then, and you see something shift in his expression. The exhaustion is still there, but now there's something else, a flicker of interest, perhaps, or maybe it's just your imagination playing tricks on you in the dim light.

"Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to start over," he admits, his voice low. "To be with someone who actually sees me. Who wants me."

You lean in closer, your faces just inches apart now. "I see you," you say softly. "And I want you. Maybe you just need someone who appreciates you," you suggest, your hand resting on his thigh now. "Someone who sees what an amazing man you are."

His eyes darken with desire, and he places his hand over yours, his thumb stroking your skin. "You have no idea how long it's been since someone's said that to me."

This is your moment. You lean in, closing the distance between you, and press your lips against his. He hesitates for only a second before responding, his mouth opening to yours, his other hand coming up to cup the back of your head.

The kiss deepens, tongues exploring, years of pent-up frustration and desire pouring out between you. When you finally pull apart, both breathing heavily, his eyes are filled with a mixture of lust and guilt.

"We shouldn't," he starts, but you silence him with another kiss, this one more demanding.

"You deserve this," you whisper against his lips. "You deserve to feel wanted."

He groans, pulling you closer, his hands roaming your body as if he can't get enough of you. "God, I want you." He mumbles as his hands grip your ass under your shorts. You moan into his mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his face.

"I want you too," you reply, after pulling away, you lean in again, this time running your tongue, over the side of his face and down his neck, kissing down the side of his throat. You suck the skin into your mouth, listening to the way his breath changes and the soft whimpers coming from his throat as he reveals in the feeling of your lips on his skin, finally you pull away standing up and taking his hand. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

You lead him to the master bedroom, the room he shares with his wife. There's something thrilling about the transgression, about claiming this space as your own, even if just for tonight.

Once inside, you push him down to sit on the edge of the bed and kneel before him, your hands working to unbuckle his belt. His eyes are dark with desire as he watches you, his breathing ragged.

"You're so beautiful," he says, reaching out to stroke your hair.

You smile up at him as you unzip his pants and free his erection. He's larger than you expected. He’s pink, and pale. His cock curved upwards at a perfect angle you know would kiss your insides perfectly. His tip is a pretty needy pink, mushroomed out perfectly that you know it would hurt so good going in. He’s leaking pre-cum already, a steady, sticky clear fluid leaking from his slit. You lean in and take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him deeper. The taste is clean and masculine, with a slightly salty flavor from the precum already leaking from his slit. You can feel the texture of his veins against your tongue as you work him with your mouth. the head of his cock nudges the back of your throat. You relax your muscles, taking him even deeper, until your nose is pressed against the prickly skin at his base.

"God, that feels incredible," he gasps, his voice strained with pleasure. You pull back slightly, then take him deep again, establishing a rhythm that has him panting above you. Your hand comes up to cup his balls, gently rolling them in your palm as you continue to work his shaft with your mouth. You see his stomach tensing, his abs flexing, his thighs tightening under your palm, where you were holding him.

Chan groans, his hips bucking slightly as you work him with your mouth. His hands grip your hair, not pulling, just holding on as you pleasure him. You can feel his control slipping, the careful facade of the responsible husband and father crumbling away.

"I want to taste you too," he says after a few minutes, gently pulling you up. Spit connects your mouth to his cock, before it breaks and your staring at him with swollen, pink, spit slicked lips. You lick them while chan unzips the zipper of your skirt, letting it fall loose on your hips and pulling it down. It pools at your ankles and you step out of them, kicking them aside.

He stands and pushes you down onto the bed where he was previously sitting. You lie back as he positions himself between your legs. His eyes are glossed over and his lips are open, his pink tongue sticking out ready to taste. He hooks his fingers into the sides of your cotton panties, pulling down the thickness of your smooth thighs, eyes widening as he gets his first look at your pussy. It's exactly as you imagined it would be, plump and chubby a smooth mound of flesh. The color is a rosy brown, not entirely pink, but still inviting. You're freshly shaved, like you came here expecting this.

Chan approaches your pussy with a reverence that surprises you. His technique is indeed old school and rusty, but there's an enthusiasm to it that's incredibly arousing. He starts by kissing your inner thighs, your hands wrapped up around your calves holding yourself open for him as he works his way slowly toward your center. When he finally reaches your folds, he uses broad, flat strokes of his tongue, lapping at you like a man dying of thirst.

His initial approach is too general, too unfocused, but you can feel his determination to please you. You guide him with soft moans and encouraging words, your hands tangling in his hair as you gently direct his mouth to where you need it most, your legs falling onto the broad expanse of his shoulders.

"Right there," you gasp as his tongue finally finds your clit. "Don't stop."

He responds eagerly, focusing his attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves. His technique improves with each passing moment, his tongue becoming more precise, more purposeful. He alternates between circling your clit and flicking it rapidly, his enthusiasm making up for what he lacks in technique.

Chan adds his fingers to the mix, sliding one into your tight heat, then another. He curls them just right, searching for that special spot inside you. When he finds it, you cry out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure courses through you.

"Like that," you moan, your hips grinding against his face. "God, Chan, don't stop."

He redoubles his efforts, his fingers pumping into you while his tongue continues to work magic on your clit. The combination is overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building, coiling deep in your belly.

"I'm close," you gasp, your hands tightening in his hair. "So close."

Chan responds by increasing his pace, his tongue moving faster, his fingers curling more insistently against your g-spot. The room fills with an obscene slick sound, the sound of arousal gushing and building where Chan’s curling his middle and ring finger in a come hither motion. His wedding ring cold against the sensitive skin of nete’s perineum.

The pressure builds until you can't take it anymore, and you come with a cry, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you. He doesn't stop, continuing to lap at your pussy as you ride out your orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until you're completely spent. When he finally pulls away, his face is glistening with your juices, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Did I do okay?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

"You did more than okay," you reply, pulling him up for a passionate kiss. "You did amazing."

You can taste yourself on his lips, a heady combination that only heightens your arousal. Your hands roam his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

"I want you inside me," you gasp, reaching into your shorts for the condom you brought with you. Chan watches as you pull the foil packet out and open it with your teeth. You stare up at him with the lubed condom in between your fingers. He swallows, and you look at him like he’s an idiot, like he’s missing something important. Then it clicks

“Oh yes” he said leaning down to kiss you before pushing his pants the rest of the way down his hips and letting his cock slap against your mound. You aligned the band with his tip, pushing it down his length with your fingers.

He watches as you roll it onto his length, his eyes dark with need. "Are you sure about this?" he asks one last time.

You answer by pulling him down for a passionate kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist. "I've never been more sure of anything."

He enters you slowly, stretching you deliciously, and you both groan at the sensation. He starts moving, his thrusts deep and measured at first, then faster as his control erodes. You meet him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time.

"Harder," you gasp, digging your nails into his back. "Don't hold back."

Something shifts in his eyes at your words, a wildness you haven't seen before. He complies, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. You cry out with each powerful movement, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

"Slap me," you suddenly blurt out, the words escaping before you can think better of them. His hips stutter before gaining their momentum up again.

He hesitates for a moment, surprised, but then brings his hand down on your cheek with a sharp slap. The sting is followed by a wave of pleasure so intense it makes you see stars.

"Again," you demand, and he complies, slapping you again as he continues to thrust into you.

You're completely lost to sensation now, your body writhing beneath his. When he brings his fingers to your mouth, you suck on them eagerly, your tongue swirling around the digits as if they were his cock.

"God, you're incredible," he groans, his rhythm becoming erratic as he approaches his release.

You come first, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave. Your body convulses, your cries of pleasure muffled by the fingers still in your mouth. Chan follows moments later, his body tensing as he finds his own release, his groans of satisfaction music to your ears. He’s still lazily rolling into you, his thighs shaking and his abdomen trembling, you push his hips away, letting him slip out with a wet squelch. He’s soft now, and pulls the condom off with shaky hands and ties the end off tossing it in the trash can next to his bedside table. You pull him down by his collar, kissing him softly, his hand holding your thigh and wrapping it around your waist, while he drags his finger tips up and down your skin. The kiss is lazy aswell, soft and intimate, your tongue pushing in and dominating his before he even has a chance to realize. He pulls away with a sigh and afterward, you lie tangled together in the sheets, both breathing heavily.

The reality of what you've done starts to sink in, but you find you don't regret it. Not even a little. "What do we do now?" Chan asks, his voice quiet. You roll onto your side to face him, tracing patterns on his chest. "Whatever we want."

He looks at you then, really looks at you, and you see something change in his expression. The guilt is still there, but now there's something else, determination, perhaps, or maybe it's just hope.

"I want more of this," he says, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "Much more."

You smile, knowing that this is just the beginning. "I was hoping you'd say that."

As you lean in for another kiss, you know that you've got him exactly where you want him.

an: be honest am i good at writing smut🧍🏾‍♀️

[netesworld]

Nasty

Dilf!Chan x Reader

warning: PiV, afab reader, dirty talk, lowkey wrote this half asleep😫, age gap!! not proof read so pov switches from 2nd pov to third a lot lmaooo!!

wc: 6k

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The car door slammed shut as you kicked it with your foot. You had bags of groceries digging into your fingers as you walked up the apartment steps. As you neared your front door, you heard a pair of keys and the soft conversation of your ridiculously hot older neighbor Chan and his daughter.

Chan was a new tenant in your apartments, you’d lived here for three years and a month ago Chan and his little four year old daughter had moved in. You’d never spoken to him other than a polite nod to each other when you both happened to leave and/or come back at the same time.

He was very handsome, his hair was dark brown and fell unevenly on his forehead, as if he’d just rolled out of bed or at least forgot to comb it before walking out the door. His skin was fair, but always had a ridiculously healthy glow despite you never seeing him bring home fresh groceries. His eyes were tired but kind, and calm like dark pools of melted chocolate. He had a handsome face and a straight nose that suited the rest of his features perfectly. And he had soft looking lips… was that weird to say about your neighbor? probably.

You adjusted the plastic grocery bags digging into her fingers and sighed. Why had you thought buying everything at once was a good idea? The answer was simple: you hadn’t.

One bag threatened to split open every time you climbed another stair. The carton of eggs tucked beneath your arm felt one slip away from disaster.

“Come on,” you muttered to herself. “Just one more floor.” The moment you reached the next landing, voices drifted down the hallway. A little girl’s voice.

“Daddy, can we get strawberries?”

“No.”

“What if I say please?”

“You already did.”

“What if I say it twice?”

You smiled despite herself.

The voice belonged to the little girl who lived a few doors down. You’d seen her countless times, usually attached to her father’s side like a baby koala.

Rounding the corner, you spotted them standing outside their apartment. The little girl looked up at her dad with wide eyes.

“Three times?”

“No.”

“Four times?”

“No.”

“Five”

“No.”

The child huffed dramatically.

“You’re breaking my heart.”

You almost laughed. The girl’s father crouched down to her height.

“You’re four.”

“I know.”

“So why are you talking like you’re forty?”

“Because I’m smart.”

“You got that from me?”

“No.” She pointed at herself proudly. “From me.”

The man chuckled. You had only ever seen him in passing, but he always looked the same calm, put together, and somehow carrying an endless amount of patience, while simultaneously looking the part of an exhausted father. The little girl suddenly gasped.

“Daddy!”

“What?”

“Daddy, look!”

His gaze followed her pointing finger straight to you. For a second you wished you could disappear. Unfortunately, the mountain of groceries you were carrying made that impossible. The little girl waved enthusiastically.

“Hi!”

You blinked.

“Hi.”

“You’re carrying lots.”

“I am.”

“That’s too much.”

“I figured that out halfway up the stairs.”

The girl nodded solemnly.

“That’s why Daddy carries things.”

Her father sighed.

“Thank you for volunteering me.”

“You’re welcome.”

You laughed before you could stop herself.

The man stood and glanced at the bags straining in you hands.

“Do you need help?”

“Oh, no, it’s okay.”

A bag shifted dangerously. An orange rolled against the plastic. The eggs nearly slipped from beneath you arm. His eyebrow lifted, you looked down.

“…Okay, maybe a little.”

The little girl immediately bounced.

“Daddy is super strong!”

“Am I?”

“Uh-huh!”

She stretched her arms dramatically.

“Like this much!”

“That’s very scientific.”

“I know.”

You watched as he took several bags from your hands with ease. Instant relief flooded through your arms.

“Oh my god, thank you.”

“No problem.”

The little girl slipped her tiny hand into her father’s.Then she looked up at you curiously.

“What are you making?”

“Hm?”

“With all those groceries.”

“Oh.” You smiled. “Curry.”

The little girl’s eyes widened.

“I love curry!”

“You do?”

“Yes!”

Her father looked unconvinced.

“You picked all the vegetables out last time.”

“That’s because vegetables are gross.”

You laughed so hard you nearly dropped the eggs. The girl beamed proudly at earning the reaction. Then she leaned closer to you and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“Don’t tell Daddy.”

“I can still hear you.”

The child gasped.

“How?”

He deadpanned.

“I have ears.”

“Oh.”

A pause, Then:

“That makes sense.”

You couldn’t help smiling as the three of you continued down the hallway together. The little girl chatted endlessly about strawberries, cartoons, and why vegetables couldn’t be trusted, never letting go of her father’s hand for even a second. And every time she looked up at him, her entire face lit up. Like he was her favorite person in the whole world.

You fell into step beside them as you walked to your door, grateful beyond words that your fingers were no longer being strangled by grocery bags. Your apartment was only about twenty steps from theirs, but somehow those twenty steps felt much longer with a very talkative four-year-old occupying every second of silence.

“Daddy,” Satsuko announced, still holding tightly onto her father’s hand, “Y/N likes curry too.”

“I heard.”

“You should tell her you like curry.”

He glanced down at his daughter. “I don’t need to tell her my buisness”

“Oh.”

Satsuko considered this carefully. Then she nodded.

“That’s true.”

You bit back a laugh. The little girl was adorable. Absolutely adorable.

Dangerously adorable.

And unfortunately, her father wasn’t making this situation any easier. Because now that you were actually walking beside him instead of awkwardly waving in passing, you were becoming painfully aware of how unfairly attractive he was.

Not pretty.

Not cute.

Unfair.

The kind of man who looked like he belonged in some expensive magazine advertisement instead of carrying grocery bags through an apartment hallway. His black t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders, his forearms looked ridiculous every time he adjusted his grip on the bags, and somehow he wasn’t even trying. Which was the worst part. Men who knew they were attractive were manageable.

Men who looked like that while acting completely normal were a problem. A very large problem.

“Daddy’s old.”

You nearly choked. Chan stopped walking.

“Excuse me?”

Satsuko looked up innocently.

“You’re old.”

“I am not old.”

“You are.”

You pressed your lips together to stop a smile. The little girl turned toward you.

“Daddy is thirty.”

Chan groaned immediately. You laughed.

“Wow.”

“Don’t encourage her.”

“Sorry.”

“You aren’t sorry.”

“No,” you admitted. “I’m really not.”

Satsuko pointed triumphantly.

“See?”

Her father looked skyward as though searching for patience.

“You just met her.”

“I know.”

“And you’ve already teamed up against me.”

“Looks like it.”

The smile that tugged at his lips nearly knocked the air from your lungs. Great. Fantastic. Now he was smiling too. You decided right then that life was cruel. Satsuko, completely oblivious to the crisis occurring inside your head, continued speaking.

“My daddy’s birthday is October third.”

“Sat.”

“What?”

“We don’t tell strangers our personal information.”

“Y/N isn’t a stranger.”

You froze slightly. The certainty in her voice was immediate. Absolute. As if she had decided it was true, and therefore it was. Chan seemed to soften too.

“She’s still someone we don’t know very well.”

“Oh.”

Satsuko thought for a second. Then she pointed at you.

“She’s Y/N.”

A pause.

“She lives there.”

Another point.

“She likes curry.”

Yet another point.

“And she has a pink umbrella.”

You blinked.

“…I do have a pink umbrella.”

“See?” Satsuko declared victoriously. Chan rubbed a hand over his face. You laughed again.

“She’s got a solid argument.”

“Don’t encourage the tiny lawyer.”

The tiny lawyer beamed. By now you’d almost reached your door. The walk couldn’t have been more than twenty steps, but somehow it felt longer in the best way. Comfortable. Easy.

Like you’d known them longer than ten minutes. You stopped in front of your apartment and reached for your keys.

“Well,” you said, “this is me.” Chan shifted the bags slightly before handing them over. The second your fingers brushed his, your brain immediately decided to stop functioning. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

“Thanks again,” you said.

“No problem.”

His voice was warm, easy. The kind that made you want to hear it again. You hated that. You really did.

Satsuko suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist. You startled. The little girl squeezed tightly.

“Bye, Y/N.”

Your heart practically melted on the spot.

“Bye, Satsuko.”

Then she leaned back and smiled proudly.

“My name is from a movie.”

“It is?”

“Yep.”

“Daddy cried watching it.”

Chan’s head snapped toward her.

“SATSUKO.” The little girl cackled. Actually cackled. And for the first time since meeting them, you saw genuine embarrassment flash across his face. Not enough embarrassment to make him any less attractive, unfortunately. If anything, it somehow made him worse, or better. Which was definitely worse.

“Oh?” you asked, fighting a grin. Chan pointed at his daughter.

“We’re leaving.”

“Daddy cried.”

“We’re leaving.”

“He cried a lot.”

“We are absolutely leaving.”

Satsuko laughed the entire way down the hallway as her father guided her away, muttering something under his breath while she happily exposed every secret he had, and as you stepped into your apartment, groceries finally safe in your hands, you found yourself smiling like an idiot. Because somehow, in the span of twenty steps, your ridiculously cute neighbor’s daughter had introduced herself, adopted you, and informed you that her very attractive father cried during Studio Ghibli movies. Which, if you were being honest with yourself, only made him more attractive

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Having a ridiculously hot neighbor that now you knew cried to peak studio animation films was hard. Not because he was a nuance, well in a way he was, because he was just so good looking, but no it was hard because he was attractive and didn’t know it.

It was a saturday afternoon and you were on your balcony, your cat Turok purring on the patio chair while you watered your dying chilé plant. You heard a child’s laughter and it caught your attention so you looked down at the playground area of your apartment complex. And there playing in the sprinklers was Satsuko in a pink tanktop and purple shorts, her hair in two pigtails, running around while her dad who was so graciously blessing the whole entirety of the complex with his muscles, chased her. They were both laughing, both enjoying the day while you were enjoying the view.

Your cat meowed like he was judging you and you smacked your teeth at him as if what he thought about you really mattered. And as if she heard or felt you staring at her… Satsuko looked up directly at your balcony, you had maybe 1.5 seconds to react before she was yelling and trailing her hands at you like a maniac, her bangs bouncing in her eyes as she yelled hello

“Hiiii” she screamed from across the lawn

you waved back, and you felt the heat creeping up your neck and towards your cheeks, feeling hyper aware of your outfit as Chan had looked up to see what his daughter was waving and yelling at. You were in your pajamas still, despite it being almost 1:00 pm. A maroon tanktop with grey and pink plaid pajama shorts.

Chan said something to Satsuko you couldn’t quite hear before she ran away from him, and he chased her again. You went back inside your cat meowing as if his whole day had been ruined by the loud little four year old downstairs. You chuckled, settling onto your couch, for exactly 10 seconds of peace before there was a loud banging on your door, your cat jumped and scrambled towards the back as the knocking turned into ringing on your door bell, and then the very loud yelling of a certain four year old.

“Miss Y/nieee” you heard

“Open up please, hurry”

The yelling was loud and persistent and sounded urgent so you opened the door, expecting something to help with, but no, it was just an out of breath Satsuko smiling while heaving like she ran up all 3 flights of stairs. “Hiii Miss Y/N!!” Satsuko waved enthusiastically, and just as you were about to say something back you heard the very fast and frantic sound of flipflops on concrete steps, and then the voice of Chan

“Satsuko Bang” The sound of her full name made the little girl's eyes widen and she ran into your apartment hiding behind your body, but then she saw Turok, so she chased her down the hall towards the back room. Chan appeared in front of your door, sweating and heavily breathing but looking stupidly attractive like the steps hadn’t winded him.

“Where is she?” He asked. Just then Satsuko peaked her head out from the back room, her pig tail swinging slightly. “Hi daddy,” she said, giving him a big smile.

“Get out of this girls house, what if she kidnaps you and turns you into Satsuko soup?” Chan threatened, You laughed because it was so absurd to say that to a child but it seemed to scare her because she ran out screaming into her dads legs. He caught her, picking her up as she tried to hide her face in his neck. “You don’t ever run away from daddy like that again! Do you hear me Satsuko” He said talking to her but her face was still in his neck, he rubbed her back

“I’m so sorry” He offered to you, you shook your head “No worries, glad I can scare your daughter into not going into strangers houses” You laughed and chan gave you a smile, the kind that he probably hadn’t used in a long time because he seemed to be shocked that he was even smiling in the first place. Satsuko looked at you and when you smiled she screeched and tucked her head back where it was.

“See Satsuko, she’s already planning on turning you into Suko on a stick” Chan teased while pinching her side, she giggled and hugged her dad tighter. “Again so sorry, we’ll get out of your hair” Chan smiled, Satsuko looked up

“Daddy said you had a pretty butt” Satsuko giggled. Chan went pink from his neck all the way to the roots of his hair, He looked down at his daughter then at you like he was just accused of murder. “I- No- Satsuko I didn’t say that” He said but it sounded non-convincing.

“Yes you did Daddy, you said last night that Y/N had a nice looking- and then you said a bad word, you were telling uncle Kookie” She accused. “Satsuko” he threatened

“daddy i’m not lying”

“She totally is” Chan offered. You were standing there amused and flattered by the comment. “I see” you finally said, crossing your arms and leaning your hip against the door frame. Chan swallowed. “Well we’ll just be on our way” Chan said backing away, you raised an eyebrow “Uh huh” you said watching him awkwardly back away, he finally turned around and hurried back down the stairs mumbling some to his daughter you couldn’t quite hear but something along the lines of “never letting her stay up again”

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You were walking back from checking your mailbox in the office on a sunday afternoon when you saw Chan again, looking unfortunately handsome in a white tanktop and baggy jean shorts and he had on white socks and some stupid shark slides that you saw Satsuko put in her mouth and run around a few times. He was pulling his washing machine out of his apartment, and it seemed he had dyed his hair a platinum blonde which made him look 100x hotter in your horny honest opinion.

“Hello Neighbor” you said, causing him to turn around. He had on a pair of small metal armed glasses, and he looked so sexually pathetic, sweat from extrusion sliding down his temple. “Oh-um… Y/N hi” He said wiping the sweat from his head, his eyes seem to have landed on the rather large amount of cleavage you were showing, the buttons of your gray tanktop undone. “Is that thing broken?” you asked pointing towards the white washing machine with your mail. He turns to looks the machine then back at you.

“uh, yeah. It’s been broken since we moved in and the landlord hasn’t fixed it. M’Sorta drowning in laundry at the moment so i’m going to head to the laundry mat to get some of it done before Satsuko comes back from her moms” He said running his hand through his new blonde hair. You saw the stress in his face, in the way his shoulders were hunched like laundry had been one of many things that has made his life difficult. You licked your lips, and looked at the washing machine, then back at him.

“If it’s any help… or less money” You started “You can use mine” You offered. He looked at you for a second before blinking “I couldn’t- it… i don’t think-“ He struggled

“It’s no big deal really! I can’t imagine going a week without my washing machine and here you are going a full month… really it’s my treat” You offered.

Chan opened him mouth to say something, maybe another no. Maybe you had overstepped, made him uncomfortable with your insistence, but he just smiled gratefully

“i-okay, what the heck, why not” He chuckled, you smiled, part relieved he didn’t reject you, “okay! well just knock when your ready, i’ll be home” You said awkward, he chucked leaning against the washing machine, “okay” You shot him finger guns and laughed, turning away and internally cringing at yourself because what the hell? who even did finger guns.

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Back at your apartment, you cleaned up a bit, lighting a candle so it at least smelt nice in there. Just as you were adjusting the legs of your jean shorts there was a knock on the door. You opened to see Chan with a tall, white laundry basket and a little circular pink one on top of it. He brought his own soap and fabric softener.

“You came!” You said moving aside to let him in. He came in toeing his shoes off by the door, “You invited me?” He smiled, “yes.. I did! Well the laundry room is back here” You said walking towards the back. You had a spare bedroom for when your siblings came to visit that you had also put the washer and dryer in. You showed him how to use the washer and dryer before leaving him to it while you busied yourself in the kitchen. You were pouring yourself a glass of wine when he came back out. “Uhh thanks again for letting me use the washer… you saved me like 20 bucks in gas” He chucked. “It’s no problem, you're free to use it anytime” You said before taking a sip of the wine in your glass, he nodded looking around the kitchen,

“Oh crap… I'm being rude aren’t I… do you want a glass?” She asked, already getting out a glass. “I’m- no i’m okay” He said putting his hands out, “you sure? this stuff is the expensive kind… It's really good!” You advertised, he thought for a moment, he hadn't been able to relax and drink a nice glass of wine in a few months, with the divorce and move things had been pretty stressful. “Sure, why not right!” He finally said.

You poured him a glass and before you knew it you were sitting on your couch talking to him about his life. He was telling you a story of the time Satsuko had hidden his keys so he didn’t go to work, but ended up forgetting where she hid them.

“Yeah so i was searching for hours for my keys and that little bug hid them in the cookie jar” He laughed through a sip of wine. You chuckled setting your glass down on the table. “She must really be obsessed with you” You said warmly,

“yeah.. she is. She’s my baby” He said, twirling the red wine around in his cup. “Well your one hell of a dad” You offered, he smiled looking at you with that glazed over look you get after one to many drinks. You sucked in a breath. “You think so?” He asked, his voice soft. “Mhmm” you nodded.

“I try so hard for her. After her mother and I divorced she took it pretty hard, so I try to keep her happy as much as I can” He said, there was a comfortable heavy silence that settled over them.

“What’s the story behind that? If you don’t mind me asking?” You asked suddenly. He didn’t look up from his drink but he didn’t look uncomfortable either. “We just- I guess we weren’t meant to be. We had different goals and lifestyles” he said honestly. You licked your lips, tasting the sweet wine on them. “We probably have more in common then me and my ex wife” He joked, the joke had an unmistakable weight to it, and you were about to say something when you heard the dryer beep. He looked towards the back. “Sats clothes are done” He hummed, getting up from the couch to collect them, for some reason you followed, watching him grab the clothes from the dryer and start folding them.

You walked over sitting on the end of the bed, and helping him fold the little shirts and shirts. It was quiet other than the intake of breath Chan was breathing and the sound of you shaking the wrinkles out of the clothes. Maybe it was the wine, or the intimacy of the folding his daughter’s laundry together but you asked him,

“Did you really say I had a nice ass?”

Chan chucked as he folded a pair of Satsuko’s underwear, “You remember that conversation?” He asked

“Yeah? kind of hard not to remember your hot neighbor saying you have a nice ass” She teased. Chan let out a puff of air, or more so it sounded like it got punched out of him. “What?” he asked

You looked at him, like you hadn’t just admitted he was hot. Like it didn’t matter that you acknowledged his attractiveness. “What do you mean?” you asked, folding a pair of pink socks together.

“Did you just call me hot?” He asked

“Did you say I had a nice ass?” you countered

“no..” he said, there was an awkward silence as his statement settled in the room. Your fingers awkwardly fumbling with the socks in your hands

“i said you ass would look good against my cock” he said looking at you, no you made a sound like you had air punched out of you.

“chan..” you said

“I don’t have to pick up Satsuko for another two hours” He said quickly. You licked your lips, contemplating your next move, but it seems the power of dick had taken over because you crawled towards him, knocking Satsuko’s clothes off the bed and pulling him in to kiss you. His hands immediately found your waist, squeezing where your tanktop had risen from the movement. The kiss was frantic and wet, sloppy even. Your arms wrapping around his neck, as you settled into a comfortable position in his lap. Rolling your hips, the seam of your jean shorts rubbing perfectly against your clit making your whimper into his mouth.

“Fuck” Chan groaned as the friction of the jeans on jeans caught his tip deliciously. His hands slid up your shirt from the back, feeling the smooth skin, then they moved forwards to the sides, the shirt moving more up with the movement. Your hands were threading through the back of his hair, as your lips moved down from his lips to his jaw and then his throat, your lips sucking in his sweet spot on the side of his neck, below his earlobe. He whimpered, like audibly whimpered, his hands squeezing your sides

“mmhm” he whimpered, you went back up kissing him again this time you were desperate, and messy, hips rolling a bit faster against his growing erection, he pulled back, taking the glasses and putting them on the night stand next to the bed, just to go back to kissing you, his hands started groping your tits through the front of your shirt, you moaned, throwing your head back and he took the chance to move to your neck, licking your throat and sucking on your pulse point, making you moan, and bite your lip slightly, your hands tightening in his hair. “Does that feel good?” he asked with a cocky tone in his voice, you could hear the smirk in his voice. You just whimpered in response, your brain not comprehending words for you to speak. You feel his hands move in and grip the top hem of your tank top, he tugs, hard and there’s a loud crisp;

KRRRRRK

He’d ripped your shirt down the middle, the fabric folding under the pressure he used to pull it apart. Your tits were out now, nipples dark and pebbled. He looked down, and laughed to himself like he didn’t know his own strength. “I liked that shirt” you pouted, popping your chest out, an invitation for him. “I like it better in pieces” he said.

He cupped your breast, his palm fitting perfectly over the soft mound. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing against the hardened peak of your nipple. A soft, breathy whimper escaped your lips, your hands tightening impossibly harder in his hair.

"Chan," she breathed, her voice a ragged whisper.

He didn't respond, just continued his focused, deliberate exploration. His hand slid down from her breast, over the soft curve of her tummy, his fingers tracing the delicate skin just above the waistband of her shorts. He squeezed her hip, his thumb stroking the hollow of her bone, before his hand began its ascent again, back up to her breast, squeezing a little harder this time, eliciting another, louder whimper from her. Your hands went down to his shoulders, then his biceps, to the front where you could feel the toned muscles of his front, his abs and pecs.

Your nails scratched at his stomach, dragging red marks across his pale skin, that had him breathing heavily through his nose and biting down into the soft skin of your shoulder, not hard but enough to make you make a noise somewhere between a seethe and a moan. Chan’s hand slid from your breast down your body towards the front of your shorts, your head went back, letting moans coming out of your mouth as his lips trailed down your neck to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and biting done and pulling looking up at you, your head was thrown back and he can see you swallow heavily.

Your hand coming back to the back of his head holding him closer and you looked down at him, your eyes met and in that moment you probably both realized how crazy this was, because you both broke into a smile and then a breathy laugh that turned into a moan for you, but neither of you cared because you two didn’t pull away or stop. He continued his assault on your nipple, while his hand expertly unbuttoned your shorts and pulled one side down before he gave up just shoving his hand down your shorts, rubbing your pussy through the purple thong you had on.

In that moment chan realized he’d actually hadn’t slept with someone who wore a thong since he was like 18. His wife didn’t wear them in the 12 years they were together. He pulled the string of the thong letting it snap against the kim of her hip. “How old are you?” he asked suddenly, his lips still wrapped around her nipple, “what?” she asked in a whimper as he sucked harder. “Your age? what your age baby?” He asked, pressing kisses against her sternum. “20” she said his fingers still rubbing her through her thong. He licked the skin between her boobs, kissing where his tongue had just ran, “How did you get the wine?” He asked her as if he didn’t believe he was only 20. “gift” she moaned, “From my grandma” She whimpered as his fingers pulled out of her shorts.

“You're young” He said pulling your shorts down, you kicked them off spreading your legs so he could fit himself between them. He positioned himself on his knees, your legs on either side of his thighs, his hands were spread out rubbing down your belly, and pulling the thong upwards so it slipped between the lips of your pussy, he pulled it up a bit harder letting the bunched fabric catch your clit. “Ohh Chan” you moaned, groping your own tits. “You like that?” he asked, doing it again. Your hips were rolling against the fabric of your underwear, eyes rolling back. “mmhmm feels so good” You say lolling your head to the side as you enjoyed the pleasure.

He pulled the underwear down, away from your pussy, arousal string from your cunt to your underwear, you pouted. His palm rest on the crevice of your bikini line where your thigh met your hip, his thumb sliding up and down your slit, collecting your slick and rubbing it against your clit. You were moaning loudly, thighs spreading out more, toes flexing against the cotton sheets of the guest bed. With one hand he undid his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down enough to where his cock came out. He was thick and heavy, his tip a pretty flushed pink that ombré-d to a pretty pale pink color. He was already leaking pre-cum, salty fat pearls dribbling down the head and towards the bottom of his shaft. He jerked himself a few times, before lining himself up with her entrance.

He pushed slightly, as if plugging her up with the tip. She whined, reaching forward to stroke the back end of his cock, then he drug himself up, collecting the slick, and thrusting up towards her clit, she gasped as the thick head caught on her clit, he rubbed at her for a bit, letting the tip get all slick before sliding back down to her entrance. He pushed in and they both gasped, his hands holding her thighs, he rolled his hips towards letting the rest go all the way in till his thighs met the curve of her ass.

“Fuuuckk, that’s perfect right there” He said, his head thrown back. Enjoying the way her pussy clenched and unclenched around his girth. Her thighs were trembling, one hand holding her up on her elbow, while the other was in her mouth getting her middle and ring finger slick with spit before she reached down and started rubbing her clit. Chan chucked

“dirty girl” he tutted, his hips rolling out then back in like an ocean tide, her fingers circled in the same rhythm.

“Been thinking about this pussy ever since i saw you with those groceries” Chan said, watching himself disappear into her cunt, just to come out sopping wet. “Oh yeah?” Nete moaned, “Been dreaming of fucking me?” she taunted rolling her eyes back as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, that made her turns curl and her fingers tremble against her clit. “mmhmm… been jerking off to this right here” he said spreading her lips open with a sly smile, she clenched causing his dick to be sucked in deeper,

“fuck, look at her! she’s just sucking me in like she knows she’s made for this dick” Chan groaned. She let out a whimper, the soft squelch of her pussy squeezing chan’s cock made her brain so fuzzy. “You’re so fucking dirty for an old man” She said moving her hand to the bed to hold her up on both elbows. Chan pulled her in closer, pushing her legs up and opening them more. “Look how greedy she’s being, won’t even let me go” Chan taunted, “Like she knows where home is at” He laughed, before quickening his thrust, her tits bouncing in her chest with each thrust. He pulled all the way out, and she pouted, pushing herself down the bed, as if her cunt was chasing his cock. “You want it bad don’t you baby?” Chan asked her with a sly smile

“Please” She begged pathetically, her fingers back to circling her clit in desperate need to cum. “Please what?” Chan teased sliding just the tip in. “Please fuck me” she cried, that was all he needed before he starting thrusting fast into her. His hips listening into her sopping cunt like they both needed it to survive, her whole body shook, the bed creaked under them, the headboard hitting the wall in a rhythmic thump. Chan pushed one leg flat against the bed, bringing the other to rest on his shoulder, her body turned so he was hitting it at a different angle. So many sounds were getting punched out of her and Chan had this cocky arrogant smile on his face.

“Right there huh? Pretty pussy loves when I hit that spot right there?” Chan asked as he hit a particularly warm, mushy spot that had her reaching for his hip. “That makes your pussy creamy?” He asked, spreading her lips once more to see the white ring she was leaving around the base of his cock. “Look at that, think she just proposed to me” He teased her, making her whimper and hug the pillow next to her.

“I'm g-gonna cum” she said into the pillow. He pulled out and flipped her onto her knees, pulling her arms back and slipping back in, her body fell forwards only being held up from falling face first into the bed by chan holding her arms behind her. He fucked her from the back, the heavy wet

Thwack

Thwack

Thwack

making chan see stars. He watched the way the fat of her ass bounced against his pelvis. His pale cock disappearing between her tan cheeks. “Fuck, knew this ass looked good” He said letting one hand go, she caught herself on the bed, using the hand to hold herself up while chan smack a hand down on her cheek, a red mark blooming. He lowered her arm to rest on the small of her back before he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“gonna make you cum on my cock, sweet heart. You want that? Wanna show me what kind of mess you can make for me?” He asked her, she just nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks from how thouroughly fucked she felt. “Gonna need an award for this pussy baby, best pussy v’ever had” He said, smacking her ass again. She moaned, particularly loud clenching around him. “Can feel you tightening, ready to cum baby?” He asked and before she could answer he went at an alarmingly, inhuman speed, the sound alone made her cum. She finished with a loud whine, and chan quickly pulled out stroking his cock over her back a few times before shooting his cum across her back and ass

“fuckkk yeah, ohhh yeah” he groaned emptying himself. They were both breathing heavily. Her body tired and laid in her tummy, her feet in the air lazily kicking as she actually drooled on herself. She did notice him move until she felt something warm and wet on her back, he grabbed a cloth and ran warm water over it and began cleaning her up. He was careful, pressing kisses to her shoulders and down the center of her back.

“Did so good f’me y/nieee” “my sweet girl” he praised, she sighed, and turned on her back to actually face him. And this was not the chan he was 2 minutes ago, this was a father of a sweet little girl, not the man who just fucked her into the mattress. He leaned down and kissed her, it was a soft, gentle kiss. One that grounded them, He relaxed into the bed, groaning as his body settled. “Haven’t done that in months” He said, stretching his arm. “Didn’t seem like it” you giggled, laying your hand in his stomach, your fingers traced the red marks that seemed to puff up along his stomach.

“I could get used to that” He said,

“Mm” You hummed, They laid there in silence for a bit, listening to each other's heartbeat and breathing before you fell asleep. Chan had reached for his phone texting, Satsuko’s mom that he couldn’t pick her up that night, which was fine because Satsuko was already asleep and he could go get her in the morning. Chan set the phone down and wrapped an arm around you kissing the top of your head, you hummed in your sleep before settling and cuddling into his side.

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The next morning Chan had left early to pick up his daughter. He was still sore, from the night’s previous activities, so when he got home he took a hot bath, when he got out he put on sweats and went to the kitchen to make Satsuko some breakfast but when she saw him she gasped

“Daddy” she said pointing at him,

“what is it love big?” he asked

“Where you at Miss Y/nies?” she asked her big eyes full of curiosity, He almost choked on his spit, “What? How did you know?” He asked looking at her with furrowed brows

“Turok got you,” she said matter of factly. He looked at her like she was crazy before she pointed to his belly. “Turok scratched up your tummy daddy” She said and he looked down to see your scratch marks on his stomach, “right that cat…” he said

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an: after months here’s the dilf ! chan fic i promised🥹🤞🏾

[netesworld]

MY BIRTHDAY IS SATURDAY SO I WILL BE UPLOADING A FIC THAT DAY!! YOU GUYS DECIDED WHICH ROUTE TO TAKE!!

or comment a recommendation!!

Which B-Day Fic??!!🎂🎂

Dilf!Chan👨🏻

Plug!Chan🍃

Voting ended onMar 17

[netesworld]

can we get a pt2 for the perv!chan? i feel like its such a underrated genre because he would never do smth like this irl but regardless its still SO good & underrated ^^

perv!chan

Blinds Wide Open

Synopsis: Part 2 of “He’s At Your Window”

Warnings: protected!sex, cowgirl, slight dry!humping, hand!job, boob/nipple(slight) play, i think that’s all!!

authors note: by popular demand… part 2!!

It had been a week since Chan had gotten that damn airdrop. A week since he last saw you. He locked himself in his house. He was embarrassed, so childishly embarrassed about the fact that he gotten caught watching you finger yourself.

He knows you’re leaving your house regularly because he can hear your front door slam around 8 every morning, he hears you yelling to the elderly neighbor across from you. He hears your friends laughing about drinks, and jokes.

He knows it’s obviously not a big deal if you asked him to join you, but thinking about the fact that you saw him, desperate, humping his kitchen sink, recording you, that made his neck heat up and bloom red all the way to the tips of his pale ears. He visibly recoiled every morning thinking of it.

After 7 long, grueling, self reflecting days, he’d finally gotten the courage to step outside, he was out of food, and he couldn’t order in another day or his stomach would begin to hate him and collapse. So he waited till he heard you leave to work at 8, and then he left. Got in his car and left as quickly as possible before you came back for whatever reason, early.

He’d been shopping the grocery store for maybe 5 minutes, wondering aimlessly in the fruit isle, while he created a list of everything he needed. He wasn’t paying attention to where exactly he was pushing the cart, so imagine his suprise when his cart hit something and they yelped. He looked up, eyes wide and his eyebrows upturned, ready to apologize.

But he felt his heart drop to his ass when you…

of all people you.

Were staring at him like he’d just offended you. He swallowed, it was almost audible under the sound of his own heart beat, he felt that familiar heat, build in his chest and spread up till you could see the flush in his neck and ears. “I’m- are you- oh my god” was all he managed.

He was such a clumsy stupid boy, why was he so nervous. Your face softened and you looked almost amused now, “Oh” you said her shoulders relaxing.

Oh? What did you mean Oh? He thought.

“It’s you” you said turning fully around, you were still sandwiched between his cart and yours, but you pushed his back towards him, walking around just a bit closer, and crossing your arms with a sly, smug smile.

“It’s me?” Chan countered, straightening his shoulders, but his knees trembled. “mmhmm, you! The pervert” You said so calmly, like that was a name anyone could call anybody.

He stepped fowards, reaching out, almost pushing his hand to your mouth as if he could push the name back into your mouth. He pulled his hand back when he realized he didn’t even know you, he redacted his hands nervously running them through his hair. “I’m not-“ He began loudly, but he must’ve realized the depth of words in a small town cause he lowered his voice “I’m not a pervert” He said softly

“Right… was that not you?” You asked pointing a finger at his chest. “You know… with the camera in the window” You said cocking your head to the side, smiling like you’d just figured something out. Chan swallowed,

“I’m- That wasn’t- it’s not-“ The sentences, weren’t forming. He probably sounded so fucking pathetic right now. “It’s not what?” You laugh, “What it looked like?” You tease, you see his neck turn a deeper shade of red, “Relax, i’m just pulling your leg” You say coolly, “It’s okay” You say stepping back, he needed some space, clearly cause he was the same shade as the tomatoes beside them.

“Can we- maybe… start over?” Chan asked scratching the back of his neck, You lick your lips, blinking before smiling again. When you and him had introduced yourself properly, chan figured out a little more about you. He found out, that you worked at a Daycare, that you were currently buying snacks for the kids for a class party, and that you needed to buy kitchen curtains.

He’d gotten your number and you guys had been texting off and on for a few days. You were obviously busy with the kids and he was lowkey just waiting around for your replies. Until one night.

It was a saturday afternoon. You were making pasta, and you miscalculated the serving size, so you had tons of extras, so you decided to share… with Chan. You texted him, biting the inside of your lip as you hit send and set the phone down on the counter beside you.

You: hey perv

You: do you want pasta?

the reply was instant, like he was waiting in the chat for you to text him

Chan: Yes!

chan deleted message

Chan: Yeah… be over in a sec

You laughed, because what a fucking loser. But you got out an extra bowl and filled it with the creamy chicken alfredo you’d made. Exactly 30 seconds after you set the bowl in the microwave to keep it warm, there was a knock on the door, you opened it to see Chan, standing in pajama pants and a tank top, he smelt like cologne, expensive fresh cologne.

“Hey” he said stepping in, you moved aside, smiling at him. “Hi, your bowls in the microwave” You said shutting the door, you walked behind him as he sat at the table, you got his bowl and set it on the table, taking your ow seat across from him. “I made too much pasta” You said twirling your fork to collect your noodles. He nodded awkwardly, he’d never been in your house, so it was weird sitting at your dining table like he wasn’t watching you touch your self on the couch 10 feet away.

You saw him side eyeing the couch and you smiled. “Don’t like the leather?” You asked, he looked at you, “hmm?” he asked “My couch… you keep looking at it? do you like the color?” You ask again, licking the alfredo off your fork. He swallowed, but nodded. “It was my mom’s” You said pushing the plate of garlic bread towards him, he took one.

“It’s nice right? So comfy” “You should try it out!” You said enthusiastically, he swallowed a noodle, his eyes staring at the plate as he registered what you were asking, “Come on Channie… try the couch” You said getting up and walking towards it, you plopped down, the cool leather touching your skin. You shivered. Chan stood up, walking slowly to the couch, he sat on the cushions, and settled into the spot next to you, “Nice isn’t it?” You ask looking at him through your eyelashes

It felt like any other couch, there was nothing special about it. “And it’s got a nice view… look at that! Directly into your kitchen” You say pointing to the sink window. He felt his blood run cold, not in a scared type of way, in a “Oh shit i forgot i did that” type of way. You smiled letting your hand fall and land on his lap.

“Tell me Chan… what were you going to do with the video?” You asked rubbing your palm along the plaid of his pajama pants. His breath hitched, but nothing came out. “Hmm?” You poked, “Are you gonna answer?… or are you just gonna pretend im not talking” You asked, pushing your hand higher, his dick was half hard against his thigh, you could feel it under your fingers. “I was gonna touch my self” He whispered, he sounded so pathetic, so ridiculously stupid. But you couldn’t bother to care, not when he look so good, you leaned in, your breast pressing against his bicep, and you began kissing his neck,

You pressed hot, open mouthed, kisses along the side of his neck, your tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin, before taking the flesh between your skin and sucking softly. He moaned, his fist clenching the fabric of his pants in his palms. “Please” He says breathlessly as your head dips lower to the base of his neck. You pepper kisses back up to his lips, hovering over his lips, looking at his features up close. His lips were so soft and plump looking, you smiled, leaning in to kiss him

You guys began a slow makeout, your leg swinging over his thighs to straddle him, you moved his hands from beside you, to your ass, and you felt him squeeze the fat of it. You bit his bottom lip at that, letting him pull you closer so your chest and bellies were pressed to eachother. You hands were on his shoulders, but they moved so your arms rested on his shoulders, your hands sliding up the back of his head and tangling in his hair. He whimpered.

You smiled against his lips, pulling back, rolling your hips against the fabric of his pants, you hummed, “that feel good?” He ask, one hand was palming your ass, while the other slid up your side, “Mmhnm” you hum, leaning back in to kiss him, wet snacks filled the room, the connection of lips, and saliva. Chan pushed his tongue out, and your opened your mouth, letting him in, your tongues meeting in your mouth. You giggle as you pushed his out of your mouth till they were just pressed together in the middle, he put his tongue back in his mouth, kissing the corner of your mouth, then the curve of your jaw, and down your neck, sucking hickies into your skin,

“Chan” you breathed out, your voice a high whimper, as his tongue flicked that sweet spot by your jugular. “Hmm?” he asked sucking that spot, your writhed in his lap, your fingers curling and pulling the strands of hair in your fist. “Feels good” You say, sliding one hand down between you too to massage his cock through his pants. He was hard, you felt him under the cloth. “You feel so big” You whisper, kissing his mouth again, he smiles into it, his hands sliding up your back and towards to hold your breast. His palms were warm, physically rough with callouses, but soft with the sensitive mounds. You moaned louder, arching into his touch, pressing your chest harder against his calloused palms as he kneaded your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt.

The roughness of his skin dragging over your nipples sent sharp sparks straight between your legs. Chan groaned low in his throat when your fingers tightened around the thick outline of him, stroking slowly, deliberately, feeling every twitch and pulse beneath the cotton of his pajama pants.

“Tease,” he muttered against your lips, voice gravel-rough and amused. “Been teasing me for weeks… walking around in those little shorts, leaving your window open… knew exactly what you were doing.”

You smiled, a little wicked, a little breathless. “You liked watching.”

“Liked?” He huffed a laugh that turned into a hiss when you squeezed him harder. “Baby, I’ve been losing my fucking mind.”

His hands slid under your shirt in one smooth motion, shoving the fabric up and over your head before you could blink. Cool air hit your skin, then his hot mouth was on you, open kisses down the center of your chest, tongue swirling around one nipple before he sucked it between his lips, hard enough to make your hips jerk in his lap.

“Chan” Your voice cracked, fingers scrabbling at the waist band of his pants. “Want to feel you. Please.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and blown wide, lips shiny. “Yeah? You sure?”

You nodded frantically, already working the fabric down. “Been sure since the night I caught you standing in your window with your hand down your pants.”

A flush crawled up his neck, but he didn’t look embarrassed, more like proud. “Should’ve invited me in then.”

“Should’ve,” you agreed, shoving his pajamas and boxers down just enough to free him. He was thick, heavy in your hand, the head already slick and flushed dark. You swiped your thumb over the slit and he bucked up into your grip with a choked curse.

“Fuck careful,” he panted, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Been thinking about this too long.”

You stroked him slowly, savoring the way he throbbed, the way his breath hitched every time your fingers circled the sensitive ridge under the head. His hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding up to cradle your face, then back down to squeeze your ass and grind you against him.

“Want you inside,” you whispered, voice trembling with want. “Right now.”

Chan exhaled hard through his nose, like he was trying to keep control. “Condom?”

“side table,” you said, already reaching blindly toward it while still rocking against him.

He beat you to it, long arm stretching easily, ripping the drawer open and fishing out the foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth, and the sight of it, his sharp jaw working, eyes locked on yours, made your core clench around nothing.

You lifted your hips just enough for him to shove your sleep shorts and panties to the side. No preamble, no slow fingering, you were already soaked, had been since he first put his mouth on your neck. He lined himself up, the blunt head nudging your entrance, and paused.

“Look at me,” he rasped. Your eyes snapped to his.

“Want to see your face when I fill you up.”

Then he pushed in, slow at first, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open. Your mouth fell open on a silent gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, hips flush against yours, both of you trembling. “God…fuck,” he groaned, head tipping back, throat working. “So tight… so fucking perfect.”

You clenched around him on purpose, just to hear the broken sound he made.

He started moving then, slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive place inside you. Each thrust punched little whimpers out of your throat. Your arms wound around his neck, forehead pressed to his, mouths brushing but not quite kissing, just sharing ragged breaths.

“Been dreaming about this,” he confessed between thrusts, voice wrecked.

“Every time I saw your light on… every time you left that window open a little wider… fuck, I’d stroke myself so hard thinking about bending you over and—”

You cut him off with a messy kiss,

tongue sliding against his as you rocked down to meet every roll of his hips. You gasped against his mouth. “harder.”

His control snapped like a frayed wire. Chan gripped your hips with bruising force and started fucking up into you in earnest, deep, punishing strokes that made the couch creak under you both.

You cried out, head falling back, and he latched onto your throat again, sucking a fresh mark over the first one while he pounded into you. “Gonna make you come so hard you forget how to tease,” he growled against your skin.

One hand slipped between your bodies, rough fingertips finding your clit and rubbing fast, messy circles.

Your thighs shook, pleasure coiling so tight it almost hurt.

“Chan. m’gonna…oh god”

“Come on, baby,” he panted, thrusts turning erratic. “Let me feel it. Let me feel you soak my cock.” That did it.

You shattered around him with a broken cry, walls fluttering and squeezing so hard he swore violently. He fucked you through it, dragging the orgasm out until you were trembling, oversensitive, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.

He followed right after, hips pushing deep one last time as he came with a guttural moan, pulsing inside you, filling the condom while his whole body shook.

For a long minute you just stayed like that, sweaty, panting, wrapped around each other. His arms came around you, gentler now, one hand stroking up and down your spine while the other cupped the back of your head.

Eventually he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss under your jaw.

“got any more of that pasta?” he murmured, lips curving into a lazy smile against your skin.

You laughed, breathless and dazed. “Yeah… but it’s definitely cold now.”

“that’s okay…,” he said, nuzzling into your neck. “Means we’ve got time for round two before we reheat it.”

🤩🤩🤩 pt2

[netesworld]

hybird!kitty!jisung x reader x hybird!kitty!felix

Switched

Synopsis: When your two kitties get needy, you have to help them… but you didn’t expect yourself to get needy too… and like the good best friends they were, they helped you get off too.

Warnings: AFAB!reader, switch!reader, switch!jilix, dry humping, jisung and felix in girls clothes, hybrids, edging, terrible writing lowkey 😵

The three of you were stretched out on the soft bed in your room. The sun spilling in golden streaks across your bodies. Jisung purred softly as the sun warmed his belly, and Felix yawned, stretching his arms over his head, his white fluffy ears twitching. They lived with you in a cozy apartment far from prying eyes, a little trio that worked perfectly. Most months, their heats synced up, turning your calm boys into purring, clingy messes who begged for your touch. This time was no different.

Felix was the first to crack.

His freckled cheeks flushed deep pink, snowy ears twitching as he crawled into your lap on the bed, nuzzling under your chin with soft, desperate mewls. “Need you… so hot, please,” he whimpered, tail wrapping tight around your wrist like he couldn’t bear any space between you.

Jisung wasn’t far behind, whining from the spot beside you, already stripped down to just his loose checkered blue and white boxers. He pressed against your side, grinding shamelessly against your hip.

“It hurts… wanna be good for you, but it hurts.”

You smiled, stroking Felix’s soft white ears while reaching back to scratch under Jisung’s chin. “I’ve got you both. Let’s take care of it.” You guided them to the floor, where you’d already laid out soft blankets and pillows.

First, the fun part, the part where you took control. You’d bought the outfits weeks ago, lacy and delicate: thigh-high stockings and garter sets for both, paired with sheer panties that barely contained them. Felix looked sinful in red lace panties that hugged his hips, the fabric straining against his leaking cock. Jisung’s were pale pink, the color making his flushed skin glow. They knelt on the bed, tails flicking nervously, ears pinned back in embarrassment and arousal.

“So pretty,” you murmured, circling them. “My good kitties in their little outfits.”

Felix keened, hips jerking when you dragged a finger along the edge of his panties. Jisung bit his lip, already trembling. You edged them mercilessly.

For Felix, you stroked him through the lace slow, firm pulls until his thighs shook and he sobbed, “Please…gonna come!”

“Not yet.” You stopped, watching him writhe, tail thrashing. His cock was pink and flushed in your hand, the slit pushing out little beads of his salty pre-cum, his cock visibly trembled, his balls growing tight under your hand as you held the base. Felix’s cock wasn’t huge, popular to contrary beliefs was actually smaller than you’d anticipated. But everything about him was small, his hands his feet, and inevitably his little cock.

Jisung got the same treatment, your hand slipping inside his panties to tease the head, circling until pre-cum soaked the fabric, then pulling away just as his hips bucked. His cock was longer by maybe an inch or two, but he was slimmer, and his balls were smaller. He was a pretty dusty pink color, and his cock curved towards the ground just the slightest bit.

They begged beautifully, voices overlapping in needy whines, ears flat, pupils blown wide. When you finally let them tip over the edge, first Felix with a broken cry, spilling into the lace, then Jisung rutting desperately into your palm, they collapsed against you, purring so loudly the bed vibrated.

You spent the next two days tending to them: feeding them by hand, bathing them, letting them rut against your thigh or into your mouth while you praised how sweet they were. Their heats eased slowly, leaving them soft and cuddly, tails curled around your legs as they slept.

But then… your body shifted.

A few days after their heats faded, you felt it, the familiar ache low in your belly, the sensitivity that made even your clothes feel too much. Ovulation. Your skin felt electric, breasts tender, clit throbbing at the slightest brush. You tried to hide it, not wanting to burden them after they’d just come down.

They noticed anyway.

Felix tilted his head one morning, sniffing the air near your neck. “You smell… different. Sweeter.” His ears perked curiously.

Jisung frowned, pressing his face to your stomach. “Warm here. Are you okay? You keep squirming.”

You sighed, cheeks heating. “It’s my cycle thing. Ovulation. Makes me a little sensitive. Horny. Thoughtful, I guess. I’ll be fine.”

They exchanged a look, those big, round eyes blinking in sync, then turned back to you with matching determined expressions.

Felix nuzzled your cheek. “We can help. Like you helped us.”

Jisung nodded eagerly, tail swishing. “Yeah! Let us take care of you now.”

You laughed softly, but the ache between your legs pulsed at the idea. “Okay, but go slow. I’m really sensitive right now.”

They didn’t go slow.

They started gentle, kissing down your neck, hands roaming softly over your chest, thumbs brushing your nipples until you gasped. Then Felix tugged your shorts down, eyes darkening at how wet you already were.

Jisung climbed into your lap, straddling one thigh while Felix took the other.

They were both hard, cocks bare and leaking as they pressed against you.

Dry humping first.

Felix rocked forward, grinding his length along your thigh, slick from the dribbles of pre-cum, coating him and your skin with every slide. Jisung mirrored him on your other side, hips stuttering as he rutted against your left thigh, the friction making you moan.

“You’re so wet,” Felix breathed, ears twitching forward. “Smells so good…”

Jisung whimpered, “Can’t stop” “feels too nice”

You clutched their fingers, your soft thighs tensing and lifting to meet their movements. The pressure built fast too fast your oversensitive body chasing release with embarrassing speed.

When you came the first time, it hit hard, thighs tensing under them as you shook. Coming untouched from them humping you was embarrassing enough, but…

They didn’t stop.

Jisung kept grinding, faster now, chasing his own high while Felix switched to shallow thrusts, the head of his cock nudging your clit over and over.

“Again,” Felix purred, voice low. “Come again for us.”

Jisung latched onto your neck, sucking marks while his hips snapped erratically. “Please wanna feel you come on me”

You did, twice more, each orgasm ripping through you until you were oversensitive, twitching, tears pricking your eyes from how good it felt. They finally let themselves finish, spilling hot across your stomach and thighs with matching moans, tails wrapping around your waist like they never wanted to let go.

After, they cleaned you up tenderly, Felix licking soft stripes over your skin while Jisung fetched water and a warm cloth. Then they curled around you, one on each side, purring contentedly.

“See?” Jisung mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your shoulder. “We can take care of you too.”

Felix pressed a kiss to your temple.

You smiled, boneless and happy, fingers carding through their hair and scratching behind their ears.

Yeah. This worked perfectly.

Okay so i lowkey didn’t know how to write this… please let me know it this is good or no because i’ve never written something like this🫶🏾 - @-nete✨ alsooo this was a request for @berryichimoon !!

[netesworld]

exboyfriend!chan

Ride It

Synopsis: Chan is your ex boyfriend who just can’t seem to stay away, so it’s no surprise you find your self in your bedroom riding him, while your very conservative hispanic parents are home.

warnings: cussing, unprotected piv, creampie, oral (m), riding, nipple play, mention of catholic religion, reader is described as mexican, readers parents are anti chan, they get caught

This was dumb. You know it was dumb. But that didn’t stop you from opening the door for your ex boyfriend to sneak into your bedroom while your parents were in their bedroom.

You and Chan had been dating off an on for quite some time now, technically you guys never got back together, he just comes around cause he can’t stay off of you. Which was why he drove all the way to the other side of town to your parent’s house so he could come see you. Your parents didn’t like Chan though. They said he was too mature for you. He was actually the same age as you, but they heard rumors, stories from some of the other parents at mass saying that the Bang boy was the devils lust reincarnated.

You were down for the summer as you were attending college a few hours away. He’d stayed in town after highschool, so access to you was rather easy. Chan was insatiable, your college friends found that out after he’d drove up to your apartment for the fourth time that week, just to have sex. You both know it was never really sex, not when he cuddled with you afterwards and kissed all the places he grabbed. Yeah no it was definitely not just sex.

It was a friday night, in retrospect you nor chan should have even been in town. You guys should have been out, doing anything but this. It was round 8:00 pm when he knocked, a soft, spaced three knocks that you knew all too well.

Your head whipped up because one, the time was late, for your parents, not for you, and two, chan was here. You threw the blankets off of your legs and ran to the door. You pushed your hair behind your ears and caught your breath, before opening the door to him. You knew you were fucked the moment you saw him. He’d cut his hair, recently, cause he posted an instagram story a few days ago and his hair was longer then, he was in a black tank top, and grey sweats, with white socks and slides on. He smiled, that stupid smug smile he does when he k owes he already won before even introducing the game.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You say, you try to sound mad, you should be mad. Your parents are home, he knows they’re home because he knows the car they drive, that’s sitting in the driveway right now. He’s leaning on the door frame, his stupidly good looking hands shoved into the pickets of his sweats, “you know what i’m doing here” He says pushing himself off the wall and past you into your living room. You close the door quickly, looking back down the hall to your parent’s room, the door was closed but the light was on.

“no no no. my parents are still awake, and they are here… chan you can’t be here” You say is a harsh whisper, he looks down the hall the back at you, with a smirk. “Come on baby… i’ll be quiet” He says gripping your hips, squeezing the meat that sits on your hips, that he loved so much. “Chan” you say, your hands holding his wrist, he looks at you, his eyes glossed over but that smirk still on his lips, he leans in, kissing your collar bone. You gasp, a soft sound of air being sucked in as his lips find your sweet spot immediately. Your hands fly to the back of his head, fingers carding through the short hair.

“Chan… the camera” you half whisper, half moan, he looks to the side, the white camera is facing towards you, blinking blue, indicating that it was on, but not yet recording. He chuckles into your skin, as you push himself off towards the hall. You both make your way to your room, the one that he’s been in a hounded time. The walls were still pink from when you chose them at the age of 6, and your bed was still a small white metal framed twin bed. You pushed chan, and he landed on your sheets, with a soft thud and a faint squeak of your frame. He chucked, as he pulled the stuffed bear he got you a year ago for valentine’s day, out from under him.

“Still have this little guy” He ask, moving its hand to wave at you, you roll your eyes, snatching it from him and putting it on the couch behind you. “Shut-up” you say. Chan pulls you towards him by the draw strings of your pajama pants. He leans in kissing the soft swell of your belly, hot open mouthed kisses on your navel and hips. “mhmm” he hummed into your skin, biting softly at your waist, your hands are on his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin slightly as he sucks on your skin.

“missed you” he mumbled into your tummy. You scoff, “m’serious baby… need you” he said looking up, his chin resting on her tummy, she can feel his adam’s apple bobbing against her skin as he swallows. She smiles down at him, her manicured hands running through his dark hair, “yeah? how bad?” she asked teasingly, he smirks, but doesn’t answer. “We can’t have sex chan” you say using your thumbs to trace his eyebrows, “My parents aren’t going to night mass tonight” You say, he hums as your thumbs began brushing along his temples. “I can make you feel so good though” He says, his hands kneading the fat of your butt, pushing and pulling them apart. “You’re so stubborn, do you know that?” You smile, letting his hands slide up the fabric of your spandex. “Mmm, you like it though, like when i prove you wrong” He teased, pressing more kisses along your belly. You hummed, not in agreement but at the sheer feeling of his lips on your hot skin.

“Come on? Look how bad i need you” He says leaning back, to show you the tent in his sweats already. You looked down, seeing the buldge sticking proudly up. Your eyes roll. “Come on… touch me baby” He pleads. You bite your lip, debating, should you or should you not. Your parents are home, and they’d absolutely beat your butt and send you away on a retreat to find god, if they caught you. But… Chan was here, and hard, and begging for you to touch him. So lust over took laws and you pushed chan all the way down. He smirked, cause he won. He won and your weren’t even mad about it.

You slid off the pajama shorts and kicked them to the side, climbing over chan, in your pink thong. you sat on his abdomen, thighs on either side of him, his hands rested on your thighs, but soon slid up, pulling the stings of your thong, letting them snap against your skin. “Wore this just for me?” He teased, your rolled your eyes, pushing your bangs to the side, as you settled, wigging your hips to find a comfortable position, his hands slid up further, pushing up the shirt, your tummy soft and relaxed as you straddled him.

You began moving your hips, dragging your core against the fabric of his sweats, you both sighed, yours more airier than his. Your hands resting on his chest, as you rolled your hips up and down, letting the friction build against your clit. You closed your eyes, enjoying yourself. “That feel good, baby? you like that?” Chan asked running his hand further up your shirt, till they almost cupped the under side of your tits, you nodded, “mmhmm, so good” you whimpered, you found the exact spot you were looking for, rocking your hips against the thick waist band, where your clit was being stimulated.

The bed squeaked rhythmically under you, soft enough that your parents wouldn’t catch though. But just like this alway played out, humping didn’t get you off the same way the actual way would, so you sat up, scooted down, and started kissing chan’s v-line, soft wet pecks, and flicks of your tongue, as you looked up at him, he smirked, “You look good like that” He said, “When do i not?” Your retorted, letting your teeth graze the skin just under his sweats.

He shivered. You slowly pulled the sweats down, his stupid good looking chrome hearts boxers coming down with them. His cock was tucked in the band of his sweats, leaking dribbles of pre-cum against his navel. “mmhmmm” you hummed, “Poor baby… your leaking all over the place” You teased, pressing kisses just around the the tip, barely grazing it. “Stop playing” He smacked his teeth, and you giggled and you picked it up. It was hard, warm and heavy in your hand. A string of pre-cum connecting where he leaked and where the tip sat.

Your movements were slow and measured. Running the tips of your nails up the shaft and around the tip, watching it pulse. Chan knew your game, and he wasn’t gonna beg like you wanted him too, not now at least, so he endures this little tease, cause he knew you’d break from being so cock hungry before he begged you to put it in your mouth.

You did that for a bit, before wrapping your fist around the base and squeezing gently, watching pre-cum ooze from the top and dribble down the tip and shaft, you caught it with your tongue, the taste was salty with a soft sweetness from always drinking pineapple juice. He shivered. “Good girl” He praised, making your smile, and suck on the spot where the mushroomed tip met his shaft.

There was a soft suckling noise, before you pulled away and peppered the whole thing in kisses, giggling as chan rolled his eyes at your teasing. Even in your most hottest moments you had to do something silly or you’d explode he swore. Finally you pressed a kiss to the tip, licking the salty essence that was seeping out, sucking the slit like it was a straw. That had his abs contracting for a second. Your wrapped your lips around the tip, using your tongue to swirl around it, You look up at him through your heavy lashes, the clusters you’d put on, making you look even hotter than chan remembered. You sucked slowy, using your tongue to roll on the under side of his cock.

“Yeah baby… nnghh- just like that” He said pushing your bangs back behind your ear, his fingers threading through the side of your scalp, you hummed around his cock, making him buck his hips up. You sunk your head deeper, letting your throat relax around him, eyes closing as your breathed through you’re nose. His hand held your hair in a fist, bobble my your head along the length of him. The sounds were wet, suctioning, humming.

“Ughhh… feels so good baby” he says softly, guiding you up and down his cock in a slow bob. You were enjoying it too, your feet kicking up behind you, rocking back and forth, while you sucked him. He laughed, a low groan, “Your gonna make me loose it…. i swear” He said throwing his head back.

Your hands moved to his hips, as you forced your head all the way down, a wet squelch and gag coming from your mouth, as his hands rested heavy in the back of your head, holding you down. “Let me hear you baby… wanna hear how much you like it too” He said voice strained. He lifted his hand and you pulled back with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock, you stroked his dick with your hand, kissing the tip again.

“Still get so hard for me” you tut, words vibrating off his skin, making his cock twitch. He whines as your hand speeds up just a fraction, the schlick of pre-cum and spit making it noisier. “Say please if you want it faster channie” You say moving your hair being your shoulders, “Please babygirl, please…” he whines, “need it bad, lemme feel your pussy” He whines. She giggles, sitting up on her knees taking off her shirt and leaving her topless, nipples hard and erect from both the coldness of the room and the arousal. You climbed back over him, his cock, hard and heavy against his tummy again, as you reached down, teasing your self over your underwear.

“You’re so fucking hot like this… my good girl playing with what’s mine” He mumbles using his middle finger to stroke down the shaft of his cock. “yours?” you tease, settling on his cock, your puffy wet pussy parting around the thickness of his cock, you rock back and forth his tip hitting your clit. His hands hold your waist sliding up to grab at your tits, heavy and warm in his palms. You throw your head back, sighing softly, liking your head to the side, your gold rosary is cool against the valley of your breast.

You moan soft, “i’m so fucking wet channie” You whine softly, he nods, “yeah? what are we gonna do about it?” you whimper, lifting your hips and pulling the underwear down and off your legs, chan snatches them from you, pressing them to his nose, and sniffing the sweet musk of your arousal from the crotch of the material. “You’re disgusting” you says sliding you hand down, your fingers in a V position as you spread your lips open for him. He just laughs, aligning his tip with your entrance, you lower your self with a sigh,

“Mmhmm that feels soo good” You hum, eyes closed as you uses the muscles in your thighs to move up and down the length of his cock, the girth of him, stretching you, his tip kissing that sweet spot only he knew how you reach. “Baby- fuck- right there, don’t stop” He says watching your tits bounce, “Fuuuuck look at that” He says paling your tits. Your whine, “Channieee” He chuckles.

You began to speed up, moving your hips in a circle, leaning down to kiss him, one hand holding his jaw, while the other is tangled in the back of his hair, the wet squelch of your pussy clenching around him is evident in the room, so is the squeak of the old metal bed, and the grunts of chan as you try to swallow them. “You feel so good… always feel so good” He moans, leaning back, a large vascular hand coming down to slap your ass, you moan louder, “yes, yes, yes” you chant leaning back, your hands resting behind you on his thighs, as movie your hips in a circle on his cock. Sweat glistened on the both of you, he’s looking at you with lidded eyes, drunk of the feeling of you.

“I’m close- gonna fill you up… you want that?” Chan ask gripping her hip as you speed up, you nod and whine, “yeah?” he teases. You reach forward with one hand, your ring and middle finger circling your clit fast, your whining

“mmhmm”

“chan- fuck… m’so close baby”

Chan is out of it, “Come on- let go with me. Come all over my cock” He moans, she whines loudly, obnoxiously really, and her hips stutter and buck before she cums, “yes- yes- oh my god” she chants

Chan cums after her, hot and white, his cock twitching inside of her, there’s so much cum he’s flowing out around his own cock. “holy… your so fucking hot” he says breathlessly, she reaches behind her again, resting on her palm as she lazily clenches around him.

There’s a quiet moment as they try to catch their breath, before the bedroom door swings open, and her dad and mom are standing there

“¿Qué coño está pasando aquí?” there was no time for an answer, before they saw what was happening… or what had already happened. Let’s just say if they don’t already like chan before… they definitely hated him now.

woowww✨@-nete

[netesworld]

perv!chan

He’s At Your Window

synopsis: Chan was your new neighbor, he was cute but you didnt know he was also a pervert

warnings: masturbation (m&f), privacy invasion, voyerism

You’d just moved into the neighborhood. It was nice, the house was nothing big, a small two bedroom home that your parents had helped you buy as a graduation gift. It wasn’t much… but it was home. And home is what you made it. You didn’t often leave the house, only to go to work or pick up your groceries from the curb. But everytime you stepped onto your front yard, your neighbor was there. His name was Chan. He didn’t speak a lot to you, he just stared. No matter what he was staring and to a regular person it should be creepy, but he was so ridiculously good looking that you caught yourself almost putting on a show for him.

He was washing his car, water dripping from his hands and forearms, as his biceps flexed with every circular motion he made on the hood. His eyes followed you once the door to your house opened and you stepped out to pick up your order. You had woken up from a nap literally an hour ago, and you spent the past hour scrolling on your phone. So you knew you probably looked a mess walking out in pink, thin hello-kitty shorts that could pass as underwear, and one of your dad’s shirts you stole and cut the collar off of. You’d barely noticed chan until you’d come up from picking the package up and he wasn’t even washing his car anymore, he was just staring. You frowned, looked around and walked back inside. That’s how every encounter went… weird, but not weird enough for you to be creeped out, i mean who wasn’t gonna stare at someone walking out of their house in the middle of the afternoon still in pajamas that hardly covered the goods.

It was a friday night, and Chan, was standing in front of the sink of his house staring. Your window blinds were twisted open, and he had a clear shot of you through the glass. You were in your underwear, and again… that damn thin cotton shirt you stole from your dad. It hid nothing by the way, especially in the day. Chan knew it was wrong, knew people got arrested for things like this… but watching you, thinking of you. You in general had him going insane.

He licked his lips and swallowed hard as he forced himself to look away, but it was only a few seconds before he looked back again. And there you were, leg now bent on the couch. The way the layout was set up, had him get a view past the kitchen into your living room. And you being dumb had set your couch directly in-front of the kitchen window.

You were horny… no other way to put it than with the truth. You’d been horny all day, and it sucked cause you weren’t romantically involved with anyone. A shiver ran down your body as you felt a wave of arousal urs through your body, you bit your lip, switching tabs to twitter to find anything to get you off. Your fingers rested on your tummy, tracing the curves, and drawing on the softness of it, before inevitably dipping down to the cotton of your pink panties. Chan watched from his side of the window, tongue pushed out against his top lip, as he watched your hand slide between your thighs. His lips parted and he met a soft sigh past, swallowed the saliva building, before grasping the sink. You pushed your hand down over your panties, just rubbing your self slowly at first, letting your fingers feel the wet slick seeping through your panties, letting your cold finger tips, graze your thighs and make you shiver, you sighed, biting your lip, and humming.

Chan was now actively humping the wood of the cabinet. His cock painfully hard, and leaking in his grey sweats. He reached down palming himself as he rubbed the length of himself, his cock was pressed against his thigh, and he could feel the pressure-cum leaking towards his knee, “f-fuck” he breathed, pulling himself out his cock was flushed. The very tip was a creamy pink, that faded to a taffy pink, then the shaft was lemonade pink, and the bottom where his dick met his pelvis, was a pretty pale pink. the tip oozed creamy pre-cum, sticky and glossy. He shivered as the cold air hit the wet tip, eyebrows furrowing softly. His hand wrapped around the base, shaking his cock subtly against the counter, before sliding up and twisting at the tip, “mhmm” he hummed, as he matched your pace.

You were circling your clit, sliding your fingers down to your entrance, you circled it, teased your self, palming your tit with your free hand while the random twitter video played on your phone, which sat between your breast. You whined a soft yes, as you tweaked the hard bud of your nipple, your toes curling at the edge of the couch seat. You slipped your two fingers in, with a wet squelch, you felt the suction of your pussy around your fingers, and throw your head back against the back of the couch.

Chan swore he could feel you around his cock, as he watched you finger your self, he imagined what you sounded like, what you’d say if it were him fingering you instead. Would your mouth be open? Would you pull himself in for a kiss? Would you let him fuck you? The questions were endless in his brain, as he fastened his hand, stroking to the thought of the warmth and sound of your wet pussy. He was moaning now,

“yeah”

“fuck- fuck- just like that”

his eyes were closed, his head was thrown back and the persistent wet sound of his fist sliding over his wet cock filled the kitchen of his apartment.

You didn’t thrust your fingers at first, you moved the in a ‘come tither’ motion letting the pads of your fingers press against that spot that made you see stars, you gasped as you hit it, rocking your hips into your hand,

“Oh-“

“yes yes yes” you chanted, your toes flexed and curled tighter, legs spreading wider, that’s when chan lost it, he could see everything now, your lips spread around your fingers, the muscles in your thighs flexing as you got closer and closer, he couldn’t forget this, he wouldn’t forget this. His cock was leaking little gobs of pre-cum, onto the steel of the sink. His phone rested by him, he reached for it, biting his lip as he slid the camera open and hit record. He zoomed in on you, catching the way your fingers flexed inside of you, the way your tits bounced under your shirt, as you rocked against your hand,

“fuckkkk” he breathed out behind the camera “look at that” he said throaty, he panned down to himself, recording the way he was fisting his cock to the same pace she was humping her hand. Both homes were filled with the wet Schlick of their self pleasure, and the moans and groans of them getting off. Cha panned the phone back to her, just before she came, her fingers now thrusting in and out of herself as she moaned loudly. Chan was not quiet about his peak, he was groaning and whining behind the camera as his hand sped up. He got her cumming on camera, the soft sheen of her cum dripping onto her brown leather couch, as her legs relaxed into a butterfly position against the couch, he came with a grunt, all into the sink, sticky, hot, streams of white streaking the sink walls. He massaged his shaft, while it softened, pushing out any lingering cum, before putting down the phone and letting the water run so he could wash out his mess. He put his cock away, a chill running up his spine as he looked back through the window to find you gone. Probably went to go clean up. He left too, he needed a shower. Just as he got to his bedroom his phone pinged, with a note

iPhone 17 Airdropped you a picture:

next time come over;)

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okayyy hiii so this is my first post!! how’d i do?? also pls leave some feedback and ideas for new post!! i’m open to write anything!! -@-nete

[netesworld]

Would you write something using ABO? I'm a little obsessed with the idea of Han!Beta Switcher. If you do, I can share the idea with you privately, if it's not too much trouble, please.

hihihi thankyou for your request!! I’d love to write this for you!! message me privately for details pls!!

[netesworld]

want to write a chan smut… what should the prompt be??

ALSOOO… feel free to send in requests, or comment ideas!! there’s not much i won’t write!!

which smut prompt for chan!!

perv!bangchan

ex boyfriend!bangchan

stalker!chan

boyfriends!bangchan

Voting ended onFeb 9