Kinktober Day 16 - face fucking x Bang Chan (m!reader)
You looked up from your phone as you heard the front door open and close, and saw Chan walk into the room, head in one of his hands while rubbing his eyes with the other.
“Hey baby boy,” You smiled, and opened your arms, expecting him to fall into them
“Daddy...” Chan said, his voice groggy and eyes tired “Fuck...just use me,”
You blinked, trying to process Chan’s words as the boy dropped his bag on the couch, sitting on his knees in front of you, eyes basically closed and head going to rest on your thigh.
“Baby...” You said, chuckling slightly, dropping your arms and going to cup his cheeks in your hands “What’d you just say?”
“Please...” Chan whispered, rubbing his nose into you “I’m so stressed I-...I need to feel like I’m not in control, and- and that nothing depends on me and-”
You shushed him quietly, putting on a soft smile.
“Do you remember your safe-word?”
Your smile dropped, and your face suddenly darkened.
“Sit against the wall. Now,” You practically growled
“Are you questioning me?”
Eyes widening, Chan jumped up, going against the nearest wall and sitting down, his back flat against it and his legs crossed. You followed, getting up and walking towards your boyfriend, unbuckling your belt as you went. As you stood in front of Chan, his face level with your crotch, you let your pants and boxers fall before slowly kicking them behind you.
“Put your arms up,” You said, almost blankly now, but your voice was still stern
He immediately obeyed, putting his arms above his head, whimpering as you wrapped one of your own hands around his wrists, holding them there, before using your free hand to grab your own, almost fully hard cock now, directing into Chan’s slack jaw.
The boy moaned as soon as you went inside him, whining as you moved your once again free hand to the back of his head, grabbing a hold of the tufts of his hair, that weren’t particularly soft- you’d have to force Chan to take a shower afterwards. You held the boy in place as you pulled out, and then roughly thrusted back in. He moaned again, every part of his body except his mouth going slack, letting you hold him up.
“Such a good toy,” you smiled, continuing to thrust into the boy, guttural moans leaving his stuffed mouth, eyes completely glazed over and looking up to you
You continued fucking they boy’s mouth, hand pushing his head forward slightly in time with you, your grip on his wrists not faltering, and Chan’s moans only getting more consistent, making the occasional slurping noise and what almost sounded like sobs.
It was a couple minutes of you simply thrusting into his throat as he sat helplessly, whimpering and moaning, you occasionally groaning out praises or degradations.
“Fuck,” You groaned, head leaning back “You want daddy’s cum, little slut?”
Chan responded by bucking his hips upwards, shutting his eyes briefly before opening them again, and moaning the loudest you’d heard yet.
“Yeah, want my cum all the way down your useless little throat?”
You could tell Chan tried to nod, and you began going faster, before finally, with a couple low grunts, you came, making sure that Chan’s nose was touching your abdomen as you did.
“Good boy,” You muttered softly, pulling out, but Chan leaned forward trying to kiss your tip, a thick mixture of saliva and cum dribbling out of his mouth
He stayed silent for a while as you let go of his arms, and they immediately dropped beside him.
“...thank you,” He muttered, lids heavy
“Anything for my precious angel,” You said, smile reverting back to soft as you bent down to make your own face level with his, your hands going to hold his face, thumbs rubbing across his cheeks “Now, Do you want a shower or...?”
“More than anything,” He replied quickly
You looked down unsurely to Chan’s crotch, the tent in his pants looking almost painful, and so much pre-cum leaking out of it that it had leaked through the fabric.
“I’m so tired...” He muttered, noticing your gaze
“You sure you don’t want me to take care of you just a little bit more?”
The boy hesitated for a moment, eyes casting downwards
“Please take care of me, daddy,”
“Of course, baby,” You smiled
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