You look thirsty, Hyung~
🤍Pairing: Chan x Mn 💌From teasing messages to full-body worship, Chan shows Mn exactly what happens when you tempt a man who’s hopelessly whipped. No prep, no patience - just pure, overwhelming want. 📝Chan x Mn, bang chan smut, sub Mn, boypuss Mn, dom Chan, backwards cowgirl, overstimulation, dirty talk, whipped boyfriend energy, Chan being so down bad it's tragic, Mn being a bratty tease in Chan's shirt, zero patience just raw need, no prep but soaking wet, creampie, crying from pleasure, full-body worship, teasing and possessive hands, messy kisses, clit stimulation, aftercare included, soft dom realness, desperate and devotional sex
Chan sat hunched at the breakroom table, idly spinning a plastic spoon through his untouched lunch, not really tasting anything. His phone vibrated against the table, breaking the monotony like a spark in dry air.
"Muffin🤍 had sent a photo."
Chan blinked, sat up straighter. Probably a selfie, or maybe one of Mn’s usual sleepy updates.
What he saw nearly made him drop his entire lunch.
There, bathed in soft, warm light that streamed through their bedroom window, Mn sat on the edge of their bed wearing nothing but Chan’s oversized, light blue striped shirt. The fabric drowned his smaller frame, sleeves too long and draping past his hands. One of those hidden hands was clutching the hem, tugging it just far enough to barely hide what needed hiding. Everything else was fair game.
Bare thighs, smooth skin, one leg bent and just enough muscle peeking out to remind Chan exactly how strong Mn’s deceptively delicate frame really was.
And Mn had the audacity to look innocent.
Chan’s breath caught. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
There was no caption. Just that sparkle emoji Mn used when he knew he was being dangerous.
Chan didn’t realize he’d stopped breathing until his coworker waved a hand in front of his face.
“You good?”
“Yeah. Yeah, spicy sauce in my eye,” Chan muttered, quickly returning his attention to his phone, cheeks flushing.
Chan🐺: Do you have a death wish?? Why would you do this while I’m at work? I’m sitting here with chopsticks in my hand, and now I want to use them to defend my honor.
Muffin 🤍: I missed you 🥺 And I wanted to remind you what you’re missing 🤍 Your shirt smells like you. I like it. I smell like you now, too. 😊
Chan let out a low groan and dropped his head back. His fists clenched. His heart pounded. He could already feel the heat pooling in his stomach.
He had the image burned into his brain: Mn in his shirt. On their bed. Teasing without mercy.
He typed:
Chan🐺: If I was home right now, you wouldn’t be walking for a week. I’d start at your knees, kiss and bite my way up while you tremble for me. I wouldn’t even let you take the shirt off. I’d push it up, leave you dripping, spread open, and begging Ruin that pretty little pussy with my mouth. You’d be crying my name before I ever gave you my cock. And even then, baby, I’d take my sweet time.
Muffin 🤍: 🥺 Channie… You’re not helping me. I’m already squirmy and it’s worse now I want you. Need you. Want you to plug me up to stop the dripping. Please come home early? Just for a little while? I mean, Channie, you sound awfully thirsty... Lucky for you, I’ve got the perfect thing to fix that. Come home and take a sip... or two 😏🥰
Chan’s jaw dropped slightly as he read the message, the heat behind his eyes sharpening. His breath left him in a slow hiss, hand flexing around his phone like it had personally offended him.
A few seconds later, another message came.
Muffin 🤍: I’m such a mess now… Look what you did to me.
The photo attached had Chan groaning through his teeth. The shirt was rumpled higher, the space between Mn’s thighs slick with evidence of arousal. Legs slightly spread. Mn's face barely shown but Chan can see his mouth parted like he’d been panting.
Chan stood up so quickly his chair screeched. He didn’t bother with an excuse this time.
He just grabbed his things and left.
Driving home, Chan’s thoughts were a loop of he’s mine he’s mine he’s mine.
He opened the front door, heart racing, jaw tight.
And there Mn was, laying on his stomach, legs swaying lazily in the air, shirt still on but his ass exposed, blushing fiercely as he peeked over his shoulder.
Chan dropped his keys.
“Jesus Christ.”
He was done for.
So, so gone.
And he knew this as he stared and, god fucking damn, seeing the real thing with his own eyes is always better, always softer, always warmer. That striped blue shirt hangs off his shoulders, swallowing his frame, sleeves dangling past his fingers. He's lying on his stomach with his legs bent up, heels lazily kicking the air, and the shirt bunched around his waist leaving his ass completely bare. His head is turned just enough to peek over his shoulder, giving Chan a shy, expectant look that nearly knocks the air from his lungs.
Mn’s cheeks are flushed a soft pink, his lips parted, and his dark lashes flutter as he looks up shyly.
"Hi, Channie," Mn says, voice syrupy soft, like he didn’t just ruin Chan’s entire workday with a single photo. "You really came home early…"
Chan swears under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he stands in the doorway, taking him in. Mn’s ass, soft and pink, framed perfectly by the fall of fabric. His legs swaying lazily, heels kicking at the air.
And the subtle arch of his back with the subtle bump up of his hips like an invisible pillow was under his front gives Chan a glimpse of the slick shine between his thighs. He can’t see everything but he doesn’t need to. He knows exactly what waits for him.
He walks over slowly, deliberately. Every step is heavy with need.
"You’re evil," Chan says lowly. "You know that?"
Mn smiles softly. "I missed you."
Chan kneels on the floor next to the bed and gently reaches up, hands sliding under Mn’s thighs to guide him closer, coaxing his body toward the edge of the mattress. Mn follows with a soft sound, shifting until he's right where Chan wants him. Even as Chan manhandles him with care, Mn still clings to the hem of the shirt, tugging it down shyly even after he’s flipped onto his back, just because, no real reason other than to continue looking sinfully cute.
"Still trying to be modest, sweetheart? After sending me that?" he asks, lips twitching at the corner.
Mn’s bottom lip wobbles a little. "Wanted to wait until you touched me…"
That breaks something in Chan.
His fingers slide up Mn’s thigh, slow and reverent, until he’s brushing the hem of the shirt. Gently, he moves Mn’s hand aside and lifts the fabric, finally revealing the perfect, swollen folds of his pussy, slick already glistening, lips puffy from arousal and heat.
"Fuck, look at you," Chan breathes. "God, baby…"
Mn whimpers at the attention, thighs twitching open on instinct as Chan leans down and presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of his thigh, just barely below his entrance. The shirt still drapes over Mn’s tummy, and Chan shoves more of the fabric up to kiss Mn's skin, right above where he knows Mn’s clit throbs.
"You did this on purpose," Chan murmurs into his skin. "You knew what this would do to me. Knew I’d drop everything and come running."
Mn lets out a soft, breathy laugh. "You’re easy."
"I’m whipped," Chan corrects, moving down again to finally, finally press a kiss to his pussy, soft and lingering, like an apology and a promise. Mn gasps, hips twitching, and his hand flutters up to cover his mouth. "So fucking whipped. You’d say jump and I’d ask how high while I was already midair."
Chan opens him with his fingers slowly, reverently, parting the folds to drag his tongue between them, humming at the taste of him. "And you're right..." Chan murmured as he savored Mn. Sweet, warm, familiar. "I was thirsty~" Chan dives back in and Mn arches with a broken moan, his legs spreading wider, shirt now hiked up to his waist. The sleeves dangle off his arms, and one of them covers his eyes as he hides his blushing face.
Chan keeps his mouth buried in him, tongue flicking over his clit just the way Mn likes, fingers spreading him open and teasing at his fluttering entrance but not pushing in yet. He wants this to be slow. Teasing. Loving.
"You’re perfect," he whispers against him. "You know that? So pretty. So fucking gorgeous. So good for me, baby."
Mn whines, his voice soft and wrecked. "Channie… please…"
That’s the sound that breaks him.
Chan groans and pulls back only to flip Mn gently onto his stomach, pressing soft kisses up his spine as he goes. His hands can't resist gliding over Mn’s bare skin, one palm settling to squeeze and knead his ass, slow and possessive. He hooks a hand under Mn’s hips and lifts him up just enough to press himself flush against him from behind, clothed for now, just needing to feel him.
"Say it again," Chan breathes, rutting slowly against Mn’s bare pussy, his work khakis dampening from where Mn’s soaked him through, darkening the fabric. "Say you missed me."
"I missed you, Channie," Mn gasps, voice muffled in the pillow, back arching. "Missed you so much it hurt."
Chan reaches forward, takes one of those shirt-covered hands in his own, and intertwines their fingers.
"I’ve got you now, baby," he says softly. "I’m here. Not going anywhere."
Chan strips quickly, tossing his clothes aside as he approaches the bed. Mn is already there, perfectly presented at the edge, ass up and waiting, shirt bunched high around his waist like an invitation. Chan groans at the sight as he steps behind him.
He presses the thick weight of his cock between Mn’s bare cheeks first, sliding it slowly back and forth to feel that warmth and softness, teasing them both.
"You really laid out for me like this, huh? You just love being my little present," Chan murmurs, his voice low and rough, one hand sliding up Mn’s spine. "This ass is mine, you know that?" Mn gasps and arches into it, the contact making him tremble. Chan groans softly, his hips giving a few more slow, deliberate rolls between Mn’s cheeks.
"Gonna fuck you slow at first, baby," he continues, teasing just a little more. "Make sure you feel every inch." Mn whimpers, pushing back, and Chan lets out a shaky breath, already obsessed with how easy it is to slide in from how soaked Mn is.
With a steady hand, Chan lines up and presses in, his breath catching as he sinks into Mn’s tight, soaked heat. There was no prep, no fingers, just raw, aching need, and yet Mn is dripping, fluttering around him, guiding him in with ease.
Chan groans, "So, fucking tight and yet sucking me in so well." Chan's hips roll forward with deliberate control, pressing deep into Mn’s soft, dripping heat and pulling back just enough to do it again, dragging along his sensitive walls with every breathless stroke.
Mn trembles beneath him, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps, his fingers clutching fistfuls of the bedsheets and Chan’s pillow like they’re the only things grounding him. His shirt, the light blue striped one that started all of this, is bunched around his waist, sleeves dangling like ribbons with every motion. The curve of his back is arched, his ass tilted up perfectly for Chan to press flush against him, and his thighs shake from how badly he needs more.
Chan’s palm finds the small of Mn’s back, then slides up, pressing flat between his shoulder blades as he leans over him, wrapping his other arm around Mn’s waist to hold him steady.
“You feel so good,” Chan groans, forehead pressed between Mn’s shoulder blades. “So fucking tight, baby. Always so perfect for me.”
Mn whimpers helplessly into the pillow. “Ch-Channie, s’too deep~, feels s'good, I- hgnh~”
“I know~,” Chan whispers in a deep purr, kissing the back of his neck. “I know~, baby~. You’re taking me so well. You’re always so good for me, so prefect and molded for me.”
He picks up the pace gradually, grinding into him deeper now, each thrust sending soft gasps tumbling from Mn’s lips. His pussy clenches so sweetly around him, hot and soaked and fluttering like it’s trying to pull Chan deeper, and Chan’s fingers tighten where they press into his hips.
“Look at you,” he breathes, pulling out just enough to watch the way Mn’s cunt shines with slick before sinking back in with a stuttered moan. “Look at how wet you are~. You wanted this so bad, didn’t you?”
Mn nods frantically, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming stretch and heat and pressure.
“Y-Yeah, wanted you,” he whimpers. “Missed you so much, missed your cock, wanted to be full again”
“You wanted to be stuffed full like this? My pretty little baby, sending photos to make me desperate,” Chan growls low into his ear, biting gently at the lobe as Mn gasps again. “Were you aching for me when you took it? All wet and needy while I was stuck at work like some idiot?”
Mn nods, hips pushing back instinctively. “Th-Thought about you a-all morning, Channie. K-Kept getting slick th-thinking about your hands, your mouth, your cock.”
Chan curses under his breath, losing a bit of control with the next few thrusts, harder now, rougher, making Mn cry out and shove back onto him like he needs it. The wet sounds between them are lewd, the slap of skin on skin ringing out with every impact.
“I’ll give you everything you want,” Chan grits out. “Want me to ruin you, baby? Want to feel me for days?”
“Please~,” Mn sobs, turning his head to the side, cheek squished to the pillow. “N-Need it, want it, want you so bad, need you to fill me up, Channie”
“Oh my god,” Chan groans, hips stuttering at the thought. “You’re gonna milk me dry, baby. God, you were made for me.”
Chan pulls Mn up gently by the waist, guiding him up and settling him onto his lap in a backwards straddle, still snug around him. Mn folds forward, bracing himself on Chan’s shins, the position arching his back beautifully and putting every inch of him on display. He begins to move his hips, rolling them in tight circles and bouncing slowly, his ass rippling with every motion. Chan groans, unable to resist palming both cheeks in his hands, spreading them just slightly as he watches himself disappear into Mn again and again. The view is obscene, and Mn’s pussy squeezes so tightly it makes Chan see stars.
Mn’s hands press against Chan’s shins at first, trying to keep his balance as he folds forward. Eventually, his trembling arms shift to grip the bedding on either side of Chan’s legs, clutching for support as he rocks himself harder, sobbing out Chan’s name again and again between breathless cries.
Chan rocks up into him from below, hands locked tight around Mn’s hips, holding him close, never letting him go. He thrusts hard and deep and full, his mouth trailing over Mn’s throat, jaw, temple.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, voice wrecked and full of devotion. “Only mine. You know that, right?”
Mn nods feverishly, crying out, “Only yours, Chan, yours, yours, please”
Chan sits up, wrapping his arms around Mn’s waist and pulling him upright until Mn’s back is flush against his chest. His left hand slides up Mn’s front, gliding over the soft fabric of the shirt bunched around his middle, until his fingers reach Mn’s throat. Gently, his pointer finger and thumb grip Mn’s jaw, tilting his head to the side. Mn whimpers, pliant as Chan guides him into a kiss, messy and desperate, their mouths clashing while Mn continues rocking back and forth on his cock.
At the same time, Chan’s free hand moves down, slipping between Mn’s thighs to circle his clit with slow, focused pressure. Chan shifts, leaning back against the headboard and bringing his knees up slightly to support Mn’s weight better. Mn clings to him, his breath hitching, and then Chan begins fucking up into him hard and fast. The new angle makes Mn cry out, head falling back onto Chan’s shoulder with a loud moan.
"There, there, Channieeee~, sh-shit hngh~ Right there!" Mn gasps, his voice slipping into something sinfully baby-like and whiney. "Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, right there~!"
Chan groans softly into his ear, his voice a gravelly tease. "Yeah? You want me to keep hitting that spot, baby? Gonna come soon?"
Mn nods, too breathless for words at first, only able to let out a sweet hum that melts into a high-pitched, whiney moan. "F-Fuck~" he cries out, hips faltering before finding their rhythm again of trying to match Chan's pace, hips rocking with a stutter again in an attempt to meet Chan's thrust for a harder hit.
Chan clenches his teeth, breath ragged as he picks up the pace slightly, fucking up into Mn with sharp, precise thrusts. "That’s it, baby, take it. Just like that. You’re so fucking perfect for me. So good, so pretty, just like that. Come on, baby, I’ve got you." Mn yelps, groaning softly. "Shit~ Ch-Channie, don't s-stop, Ha-nhg~ Shit~!"
Chan doesn’t. He keeps hitting that same perfect spot, his hand never leaving Mn’s clit or his throat, fingers turning Mn's head again, lips brushing over his cheek before pulling him in for a messy, wet kiss as Mn unravels completely.
Mn gasps into his mouth, Chan licking into Mn's mouth before Mn's jaw went slack with another whiney moan and his head fell back onto Chan's shoulder again, trembling from the dual stimulation from Chan's tip making him see stars and Chan's fingers rapidly playing with his clit, his pussy clenching again, and that’s all it takes. Chan groans, hips jerking upward with a final deep thrust, spilling inside him, warm and thick, groaning through gritted teeth as Mn sobs from the fullness as Chan thrusts hard one more time to bury himself deep.
Mn cums moments after Chan does, trembling in his arms, clinging to him as his walls flutter and spasm around Chan’s cock. His voice is wrecked, raw with overwhelmed bliss.
They stay like that for a long while, Chan breathing hard, holding Mn so tight, so close, still buried inside him as Mn whines softly and Chan presses kisses to Mn's shoulder through the fabric of his shirt. Chan keeps his fingers circling Mn’s clit gently, dragging out the pleasure, easing him through the high. Mn twitches and shudders from the overstimulation, little gasps and whines slipping from his lips with every touch, until his hips finally go still and he melts into Chan’s chest, completely undone.
Eventually, Chan lowers them both down gently, curling onto their sides, Chan spooning Mn from behind with Mn pliant and spent and wonderfully satisfied in his arms, Chan's cock softening but still inside him, keeping him full.
Chan kisses his shoulder. Then behind his ear. Then his neck.
“Never do this to me at work again,” he whispers.
Mn giggles sleepily. “Can’t promise that…”
Chan groans dramatically but smiles into Mn’s hair, whispering, “God, I’m so whipped for you, baby. I love you.”
“Mmhm,” Mn hums, curling into him, finally warm, finally full, and loved. "Love you too, Channie"
Oh my goodness I kind of really like this one.
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