GENRE // chan x afab!reader - smut, established relationship
WARNINGS // mutual masturbation, slight somnophilia, ONE spit moment, pet names (pretty boy, baby, love, good girl, etc.)
FROM THE AUTHOR // heyyy it's been so long since i've written something... this idea came to me recently and i was tired of not writing so i just sat down and wrote! (not proofread) enjoy :)
Chan rolled over that morning without a word, feeling his erection threatening to escape his boxers the moment he opened his eyes. He contemplated his feelings for a moment as he stared at the back of your head and listened to your soft breathing. The sunrise barely poured in the window, taking its time to illuminate your shared room.
Making up his mind, he quickly found your hips under the blankets, pulling you close and grinding himself into your backside. Your body's warmth filled all of the space under the blankets and Chan loved it. He kissed your bare shoulder, continuing to rub against you softly until you sleepily said his name.
"Chan? Good morning," you said groggily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It didn't take long for you to come to, realizing he was pressing himself into your ass. This sped up the process of waking. Butterflies filled your stomach and a bolt of lightning went through you, straight to the space between your legs. You lazily pushed backward, giving him some more friction and smirking to yourself.
"Morning, love." His voice was raspy and laced with dreams, and you loved it. Nothing was sexier than the way his deep vocals took longer to wake up than he did.
This particular morning, there was a hint of desperation in his voice, one that told you he was eager to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock.
He continued to move his hips while he kissed your shoulder, whispering sweet words into your ear. "Need you so much, baby. Need to feel you." It was almost incomprehensible gibberish, his words slurred from exhaustion, but he didn't stop.
After a moment you sat up, pulling back the covers. Both you and Chan felt goosebumps rise on your skin from the sudden lack of blankets, warmth disappearing for a second before you climbed onto his lap.
He stared into your eyes with a half-lidded gaze before closing the gap between your lips, letting his hands slowly roam your bare legs and torso. Sleeping in a bed with someone as warm as Chan often resulted in waking up feeling far too warm - and so these days you opted to sleep in your underwear and nothing more.
This of course, made morning sex all the more convenient.
He continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as you kissed for a while, grinding your clothed core over his boxers before pulling away and taking in the sight of his messy hair and glossy eyes. He smiled sweetly at you, letting his eyes travel from yours to your lips, which were puffy from his kisses and bites. Just the sight sent a fresh wave of blood straight to his dick.
You backed up on the bed so that you were between his spread legs, kneeling between them and sitting back. "What do you do when I'm not here, Chan?"
He scratched his chest then, giving you a puzzled look. "What do you mean?"
"When you... touch yourself." You could feel a blush creeping up your neck and into your cheek at the words. Chan inhaled sharply, surprised at your question. He watched your eyes fall onto his hands, and then on the throbbing bulge in his boxers, licking your lips. He was seeing stars already.
"Can you show me how you touch yourself, Channie?"
He was more awake now, appreciating the picture before him: you, in just your undergarments, bathing in the golden morning sun that now seeped through the blinds, painting your skin in stripes of light.
You leaned forward and slipped your fingers into his waistband, giving his boxers a small tug. He lifted his backside to allow you to slip them down his muscular thighs. You tossed them to the side and sat back on your legs, kneeling before him as he sat with his back against the headboard, legs on either side of you.
He didn't break eye contact as he wrapped a strong hand around his veiny cock, slowly giving it one upwards stroke before holding his palm out flat in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at you.
You leaned forward, letting your spit fall into his hand, never once blinking or looking away. "Good girl."
With his now lubricated hand, he swiped his thumb over his tip multiple times, his eyes finally falling shut as he let out a groan. He did this for a minute, drops of precum now assisting him in the process.
Finally, he let his hand stroke the rest of his shaft, down to the base of his cock and back up to the tip, slowly. He threw his head back and you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, letting out the occasional sigh or groan. He was beautiful, the way he reacted to his pleasure, face contorting into the most beautiful expressions of bliss.
His chest rose and fell as he quickened the pace a little, his free hand digging into the sheets beside him. His eyes opened and found yours again. You licked your lips again, unable to decide if you'd rather watch his hand or his face.
"Touch me, Y/N. Anywhere. Please," He breathed, slowing his hand to a painfully slow speed.
You moved closer to him, tracing your fingers along his v-line. He gasped at the contact, closing his eyes once more and focusing on your touch.
You let your hands dance along his skin, down his thighs and back up. Over his hip bones, up his torso, between each groove of his abs. His collarbone, his shoulders, the side of his neck. He shivered, his hand still slow as he took in deep breaths.
"Do you like that?"
"I do. Please keep doing that." He sighed, bringing his free hand up to cup your cheek. "You do things to me."
"You look so good, Chan. My pretty boy." You leaned over to kiss him, finding his tongue with yours. He groaned into your mouth when he felt it.
You pulled away and he whimpered a little, stroking his dick faster. You watched the way he twisted his hand, his speed, and which parts seemed to make him react more than the others. It fascinated you and made you unbelievably wet at the same time, the way it was pure instinct for Chan to work his hand in a way that made him feel good.
Suddenly he was thrusting up into his fist, wet sounds coming from him pumping into his spit and precum soaked hand. His breathing quickened, and he moaned and writhed about in front of you, eyes squeezed shut.
"Y/N. I'm so close. Please-"
You grabbed both of his wrists then, pinning them above his head. He whined at the sudden loss, his legs and hips twitching as you climbed on top of his lap once more.
"That was quite the show, Chan." without releasing his hands, you leaned over, kissing his neck. "Can you feel how wet you made me?"
He nodded quickly, panting at the sensation of your drenched panties on his cock.
You let go of his hands and moved your underwear to the side, slowly sinking onto him and moaning at the delightful stretch. Chan almost came then and there at how tight and wet you felt. He gripped your hips so tightly that you were certain he'd leave bruises.
You could feel him holding back. He didn't move, but he wanted to thrust into you roughly, so that his cum would surely be planted deep inside you by the time he was finished.
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