Just saw Mr. Bahng's new OnlyChan's™ post with the shirtless pull-ups and got inspired.
TAGS: idol!Chahn x reader, smut, established relationship, sex in the air (spoiler), praise kink, dirty talk, pet names? I guess?, big!dick Chahn believers over here, a bit of a daddy kink because of course, also, ehmm, no protection (wrap it before you tap it. ALWAYS.)
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He must be, there is no other possible explanation.
It's not even jealousy that STAY get to see my man shirtless, no, it's the disrespect of having to see this along with the masses. Of not seeing the video first. Of not filming it myself.
"So, when do you get to fuck me mid air?"
He saw it just as quickly...
Thankfully, no more than ten minutes later, he was at the door. I opened it only to find a really sweaty, really heavily-panting blond, whose eyes were heavy with something unspeakable. Something that caused goosebumps to rise all over my skin.
"Hello." I smiled, one hand on the doorframe by my head, the other resting on my waist.
"I heard somebody was looking for a live demonstration." He breathed out, already taking off his shoes and coming insufferably close, the musky scent of his cologne mixed with the sweat dizzying in the best way possible.
"Maybe." I teased, my smirk matching his as I stepped slightly back to allow him more room for entry, "Where did you hear that from?"
"Ah, a little birdy flew by work and told me." One of his large palms snaked around my waist and pulled me flush to him while the other shut the door behind us, "So? Do you want it or not?"
I nodded with my bottom lip between my teeth and Chris, in one swift motion, threw me over his enormous shoulder, making a squeal come out of me. He walked over to the gym he has set up at our place and placed me down only when he reached the pull-up bar at the far corner, right in front of the huge mirror wall. I looked at him through my lashes as he took off his hoodie and adjusted his grip on the bar.
Then he did the first pull-up.
His face scrunched up, lip pulled between his teeth as he usually did when focused or straining and my insides did an excited flip. He did another and another and another... definitely putting up a show.
"Come onnn" I whined, making grabby hands up at him, giving him my best pleading puppy eyes, making it easy to the man who would make me beg most of the time.
"So needy for me." He grunted while pulling himself up another time, making his biceps flex deliciously under the gym lights.
"Chriiiissss" I placed my palms on his hot (literally and figuratively) chest, dragging them down to his sculpted abs as he rose higher with the pull-up.
He stilled at the lowest position, adjusted his grip again and nodded for me to step closer, "Hands on my shoulders, come on." He instructed, "Now, jump up."
"What have I told you about not listening?" He spoke, voice low and raspy through the strain and pants the exercise caused him.
"Be a good girl and jump up, yeah?"
I simply nodded and did as told, my legs wrapping around his waist, exposing my clothed entrance which was positively dripping in my panties and now in direct contact with something probably painfully hard. Before I even got a chance to comment on it, he began pulling both of us up. Fully. Small grunts escaping his mouth and falling on my face in hot puffs of air. I looked at him throughout the set he had decided to do, noticing the way his beautiful face twisted and his muscles twitched. Meanwhile, my muscle clenched around nothing and my lip was almost bitten bloody.
At some point, he looked down at me, eyes dark and heavy, sweat droplets running down his temples and almost evaporating on the spot due to the intensity of his gaze. I could swear I felt his dick twitch in time with his eyelid.
"That's it." He grunted out, releasing his grip and grabbing me instead as his feet landed on the floor.
His palms kneaded at my ass as he turned us around and laid me down on the mat, his lips immediately finding my upstairs ones while his knee found my downstairs ones, eliciting a moan from me which he swallowed expertly, responding with a groan of his own. His hands travelled up my arms, forcing them above my head in the process and after mastering the placement, he held them down with an one-handed bruising grip on both my wrists. The other hand snaked its way down, in-between our bodies, its fingers working their way under my shirt and leaving a hot trail as they moved up.
"Mmm." He mumbled against my mouth before pulling away momentarily, "No bra? My naughty girl..." I could feel his smirk on my neck as he kissed and sucked and bit, making me arch up. And for the finishing touch, his fingers pinched my right nipple.
The sensation sent a jolt through me, making me moan out loud and grind against Chris's knee.
"Can practically feel how wet you are through your shorts, baby." He mumbled against my skin, "So wet." He drawled, "All for me? Hm? From that little video?" He nibbled at my ear, "Or from me pulling you up just now? Which did it?" Now a bite at my earlobe. That made me whine, "Or... both? Is it both, darling?"
"Chris, please." I begged. For what, I didn't know. Certainly for more. More of everything he had to give me. Anything he had to give me.
"Begging already?" He asked, palm now grabbing my boob, teeth pulling at my earlobe, "But we only just started."
"Chris, please, I can't! I need you, please?" I tried, my head turning as my eyes searched his, my hips grinding down against his muscular thigh.
"Well... Since you beg so nicely. Who am I to deny my pretty little girl?"
With that (and a moan from me just from his words), he pulled away, releasing both my hands and my tit. Instead, he grabbed at the hem of my shirt, pulling it slightly as his eyes looked into mine, still silently asking for permission even after years in this relationship. I obviously nodded, raising my arms over my head now in a seating position to assist him into taking it off of me, not that he needed any assistance. Mesmerised by my breasts, as always, his large palms hovered over my waist, phantom-ly caressing up the sides of my torso, eyes glued to the prize. He only moved when my hands found his and guided them down to my shorts, helping him (because now he did need help) to take them off of me. His eyes snapped down to the black underwear between my closing legs.
"None of that." He ordered and placed his hands in-between my thighs, opening them up.
His fingers burned at the fat of my upper legs as he squeezed absentmindedly, while my still-clothed pussy burned from his stare. He licked his dry lips, quickly taking off his own shorts and revealing the huge bulge threatening to spill from his black Chrome Hearts boxers. In a matter of seconds, he had pulled me down by the hipbones, pushed my underwear aside and shoved his face in my dripping cunt.
The moan that escaped me echoed around the gym. His fingers kept me open while he feasted like a man famished — his tongue licked up and down, plunged inside me, spelled his name on my clit. And when his nose pressed against that little-but-of-super-importance bundle of nerves at the top of my vulva, I practically screamed his name. My hands flew down, fingers entangling in his hair, not pushing him exactly, but definitely adding some pressure. His eyes shot up, looking at me. I met them once, but I was too preoccupied with trying not to die from the feeling to hold the eye contact.
"Chriiiissssss" I moaned, legs perched on his wide shoulders, heels driving into his back.
He moaned against me. Moaned as if he was getting pleasured. The reverberations making me clench around nothing once again. Something he of course felt.
"Taste so good, baby." He spoke, "So good for me." He slurped up making me whine, "Smells amazing too." He rasped and I called out his name in desperate attempts for... something!
"What is it baby?" He breathed against my sensitive folds, "What do you want? Use that pretty mouth and tell me what you want." A kiss right on my clit because he hadn't driven me mad enough, "You know I'll give it to you."
"I want— I want you." I moaned, pulling at his hair and making him groan against me, "Please, I want you, all of you, please." I whined, "Please, Chris, please!" I tugged at his hair again, not even consciously.
"Don't have to tell me twice." He mumbled and pulled it out. It being huge and glistening with pre-cum. Looking absolutely delicious.
Before I could marvel at the mouthwatering sight for long, Chris pulled me by the ankles, lined himself up and pushed in. Slowly.
My eyes crossed at the feeling. No matter how many times we've been at it, I'll never get used to it. To him. His size, his girth... Everything about him.
"So fucking tight." He groaned.
"Chris—" I hiccuped, tears welling at my eyes from the overstimulation of the stretch, my built-up pleasure, the stretch, the memory of the video, the live demonstration... did I mention the stretch!?
"I know, baby, I know." He cooed, a large palm wiping some hair away from my already sweaty face, "But you're doing so good for me, yeah? My good girl, she's doing so good for me. So good for daddy."
"I'm doing good." I mumbled, already dumb and he hadn't even began fucking me properly, "Doing good for daddy."
"Yeahhh" He nodded, pushing in deeper, "So good for daddy." He pulled at my legs, placing them over his shoulders as he leaned down, huge arms now beside my head, "Haven't even fucked you properly and you're already going dumb for me, aren't you?"
You reading my thoughts now?
Not that I had any thoughts in that moment. I couldn't form thoughts if I wanted to. All I could think of was dick, dick, dick! in time with his thrusts which now began their rhythmic pumping.
"Been thinking of you so much at work today. About this tight little pussy waiting for me back home." He struggled, "When they told me I could upload the video, I knew I'd find it wet too."
The angle my legs formed as they were pushed against my chest made the stretch incredible. He was pushing at my cervix with every thrust, the ridges of my inner walls gliding against the one large vein and two smaller ones at the sides of his dick so good I was seeing stars, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
"Eyes on me, babygirl, come on. You know how much I love those eyes." He placed a hand on my face, grip tight but not painful, holding my face where he wanted it.
I struggled to keep eye contact, my vision blurry from tears of pleasure.
"You're doing so good for me, so, so good for me." He said, accentuating each word with a deep mean pump, his hips crushing with mine every time as he bottomed out, "My good girl, such a sweet girl too." He kissed me, hand releasing its grip from my face and moving to my throat, squeezing in time with his thrusts, "Taking me so well, baby, shit, so tight every time, how do you even do that? Huh?" He panted, teeth tugging at my bottom lip and releasing it with a plop!
"I-I thought—" I tried, stopping only to arch and throw my head back and mouth open in a soundless scream, "I thought you'd f-fuck me in the air." I challenged, eyes pleading silently as I looked up at him.
"You really want that?" He asked and when I nodded, he pulled me up immediately.
At first, he just fucked me in his lap, the new angle pushing his cock even deeper than I thought possible, hands splayed on my waist and hips, dragging me down, the sounds of skin against skin echoing in the empty gym. My hands found his nape immediately, playing with his hair or scratching at his shoulders. His eyes were glued to my bouncing chest.
"Oh, fuck it." A rumble came from his chest with these words and he stood up, his dick still inside me, kicking off his boxers that hung loosely from his thick thighs as he walked the short distance to the pull-up bar, "Hold on tight." He gripped the bar and pulled us up once, before finding a good enough distance from the floor and stilling there, "Now fuck yourself on me. Come on. Let me see it."
I didn't even know what I was doing exactly, I just moved my hips and held on tight, the movements making us sway a bit from time to time.
"Oh, fuck!" Chris whined, the burn from his muscles holding us up and his dick getting lost inside me making him get closer to the edge.
My hips ached from all the back and forth, but I didn't care — I was so fucking close!
"Chris." I warned, panting, "I'm close. I'm close, baby."
"So am I. Keep going for me, baby, just keep going." He struggled, veins popping at his neck and arms.
"I know. I know, darling, that's it. You're doing so good." He strained.
And in a matter of seconds, we both came, moaning eachother's names.
Chris released the bar and stumbled on his feet, wasting no time in falling back against the mat with me on top of him. We tried to catch our breaths as a mix of my cum and his trailed around his cock, which was still buried deep inside me, slowly softening, and out of me, down my thighs. He pushed some hair out of my face, his thumb tracing the outline of my jaw lovingly, despite what just occured.
"I wasn't too rough on you, was I?" He asked, chest rising and falling under me.
"Never." I smiled, placing a peck on his plumpy lips.
"Good." He laid his head back with a thud, "You'd tell me if I was though, right?" He lifted it back up, the skin under his jaw folding adorably.
"Yes, Chris, now shut up." I pushed his head back down, "I'm trying not to get second hand embarrassment from what we just did."
"Felt pretty good to me." He smiled, pinching my ass, "It was pretty crazy of us, but, still." He smiled, a lopsided grin like the idiot he is.
"My arms are gonna be pretty sore tomorrow though."
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