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THEY DEVOURED. I KNEW NUMBER 8 WITH CHAN WOULD GO SO SOO WELL 🤧🤧 HAD A GREAT DAY TODAY DUE TO THIS 😩

NUMBER 8 WITH CHAN PLEASE??????????

Oh my fffgggrrrrr the instant I read this ask, a dozen thoughts kept flooding my mind because I KNEW I was gonna enjoy this one.

SMUT WARNING MDNI

"Are you sure? I mean, I'm okay with it but I just- it's so... new? It's not something we've done yet and I get that we're a couple now and trying things is good. But, y'know I just-"

"Chan, please. Don't overthink it too much, if we don't like it, we can just not do it again like we've discussed before."

"Its just a side of me you haven't seen yet, and I'm worried you don't like it," The concern, and possibly even insecurity, is evident in Chan's voice as he looks at you from across the elevator on your way to his apartment.

Such a simple suggestion to add to your sex life, yet so much preparation, compassion and thought has already gone into this.

"Channie," You say in a gentler voice, stepping closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck which he instantly welcomes with his own around your waist, "I've been wanting to watch you, for so long," You whisper into his ear, his breath shuddering delightfully.

"Just let me watch, I promise I'll be good."

A simple, yet out if your comfort zone, suggestion - watching Chan jerk off while you're forbidded to provide any relief.

You've seen glimpses of a rougher Chan, his dominant side poses to be way different than any side you'd ever seen, but it's clear that Chan aims to please - even in bed - and if more dominant is what you want, dominant is what you'll get.

You find yourself nervous to experience Chan's dominant side, curious to test the waters and possibly even push boundaries, but mostly excited. You know he's strong, takes what he wants but he's also extremely giving so it's pure excitement coursing through your veins to see him like this.

This is going to be fun.

The sound of wet, sloppy, gradual movements fill the air of the bedroom. Chan's fist wraps tightly around his cock as he lifts and lowers it to his liking.

You wish you hadn't suggested that you weren't allowed to help or react in any way, and sitting on your dressing table's little stool feels too far away from him. The need to touch him feels way more than the ache between your legs at this point, but your thighs draw near anyway.

He looks beautiful even like this, his button up shirt open but still over his arms, straining against the size of his muscles especially when he flexes to speed up. His hair shrivelled and messy, bottom lip pink from biting it, he's a fucking masterpiece.

"Fuck," He groans, "Wi-wish it was you milking me this good baby."

You're close enough to not only hear his cock slipping in and out of his fist, but also see how it glistens with spit and lube, the tip raging red from all the stimulation, twitching every once in a while when he lets it fall against his belly.

This whole time he's had his eyes glued to his cock, watching with fascination, just like you. The occasional moan or whimper and tip of his head back onto the pillows sends shivers down your spine every single time.

"Ah m'gosh, I can feel it building, get-ting so close baby," He warns. But your body can't stand it anymore, your thighs being pressed against each other just doesn't feel enough anymore. A hand reaches for your nipple, tugging on it gently over your shirt as you watch with anticipation.

"Aw, are you getting needy, princess?" He coos, his voice steadier than before and grabbing your attention where you were about to get lost in the feeling. You nod, a small mhm slipping past your lips.

"Do you wanna touch yourself, love? Is it getting too much watching me?"

A whimper slips at his condescending tone, talking so normally as if he isn't stroking his cock and keeping eye contact while he does.

His hand stops, and he gets up with a sigh, walking closer until he places himself right in front of you, on the edge of the bed but just too far for you to reach forward and touch him.

"I bet you're leaking all over that chair, baby. You can't even handle your own suggestions, look at you. You wanna touch so badly, don't you?"

"Fuck," You close your eyes, your legs rubbing repeatedly against each other, "I really, really wanna touch myself, Channie."

His face erupts into a smile, lightening his demeanour but it almost seems like a trap. He leans back onto one hand, the other hand wrapping around his throbbing, heavy cock.

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

It was also your suggestion to be bottomless while this goes down. You just wanted to see if you could handle it which, looking back now, you clearly can't.

"Come on, don't make me wait pup. Lemme see if you're truly struggling or not. Wanna see if you're as good as you claim to be."