THINKING ABOUT... FWB!CHAN WHO WANTS MORE THAN THIS?
chan had you in the meanest mating press. your legs were pressed up to your tits, your pussy on display, your tears rolling down your temples, forming wet spots on the pillow beneath your head. the combined moans and grunts filled the room, and the smell of sex protruded its way into both your nostrils.
"y'look so pretty for me princess. crying cause' it feels so good, yeah?" he breathed, removing a hand from your leg to pad away your tears. "m-mhm- fuck! yes- feels s'good.."
he kissed your ankles and picked up his pace of drilling into your sopping pussy. chan had made you cum more times than you could count—brain going all mushy after your third orgasm. your cunt was so slick, it was practically speaking it's own language; which chan did mock you for.. "so full of cum.. like she's talking to me—don't you think y/n?"
oh you were gone. eyes rolled back, unfiltered, open-mouthed moans spewing from your tongue by the second. "hah-s'good..s'good channie- don't stop!"
chan's eyes glanced at where his dick plummeted into your womb. with every thrust of his cock, a string of cum strung with it. plap! plap! plap! "shiiiittt baby.. you're so gorgeous. gonna have to- shit! fuck a baby into you! make you all mine forever.."
weird.. you thought. sure he pumps you full of his cum all the time, but this was way different. chan snaked his hand down to your pulsing clit, making controlled figure eights on it. your hips twitched at the double stimiulation, and you clenched hard on his dick.
chan changed his angle & threw your legs over his big shoulders—making his cock hit your g-spot spot on. you screamed his name, clutching onto his shoulder blades. "chan! fucking hell- r-right there.. don't move-" with how hard your fingers were digging into his blades, you were drawing blood. "mm.. babygirl you're marking me up.." chan's tone was mocking, condescending even.
your fingers laced through his locks, pushing him down to meet your lips. the kiss was full of mashing teeth, condensing moans, and tongues fighting for dominance. you didn't want to breathe unless it was him you were breathing in. every inch of him. every inch of you. you belonged to each other.
that's what you both agreed to—but that didn't mean you couldn't fuck anybody else.
this wasn't just a quick fuck, it was a connection of belonging.
your saliva intermingled with his, and left a string on your cheek. chan's tongue was deep in your mouth, and was claiming every fucking inch of it. it was vice versa for you aswell. he pulled up for air and demanded, "open f'me."
you obeyed, and opened your mouth. a glob of spit dripped into your mouth & onto your tongue. he had a nasty grin on his face—yet you were eating it up. "swallow baby."
chan's veiny finger ran over your swollen lip only after you swallowed his spit. "good girl." his hand moved down to twist and pinch at your hardened nipples, making you mewl out a meek, "shit- too good.!" your sweaty bodies moves in perfect rhythm, both your minds overfilling with complete ecstasy.
your velvety walls started to clench and stutter around his cock. "shit- channie i'm close! don't stop!" his hands fell back to your legs, shoving his hips into yours harder and faster. the accelerated sound of skin slapping numbed out your ears, putting your focus on your incoming orgasm.
maybe your 6th of the night? maybe 5th? who fucking knows. chan quickly placed a hand back on your clit, rubbing it fastly, making you tremor in anticipation. before you knew it—you were cumming. hard.
a sudden gush of release spurted out, covering his lower half and sheets. "fuck! chanchanchanchan- mmh!" you chanted his name like a mantra. his thrusts were becoming more sloppy and less disiciplined—he was close. "m'gonna cum princess- fill you up so good. so good, it takes-" soon after, he came. his load was hot, heavy, and overwhelming. you could feel every inch of it decorate your insides—every. single. inch.
the only audible thing was the heavy breathing of you & chan. he had pulled out with faint hiss falling from his lips., manuevering his way next to you. a silence casted over the room, feeding into his thoughts more. why did he want you as more than a benefit? as a girlfriend?
"y/n, i don't know why i feel this way—and i know we agreed to have no strings attached, but i can't help but feel something." chan confessed, voice shaky. your breath hitched & your heart rate picked up at his words. you turned your face towards his, looking into his eyes for any sort of explanation. "chan what are you saying?"
chan turned his face towards you too, before taking a deep breath. "i'm saying i don't want to be friends with benefits. i want to take you out on dates, spoil you, show you off, everything. i want to be in a relationship with you. i just hope you feel the same, and aren't talking to another guy—because i'm serious about this, hell, i'm serious about you." he spoke with a dying sense of desperation, like if he didn't speak now, he'd explode.
you were speechless at his confession—though you never denied it. you felt that way too. "chan.. i feel the same way too. i was just scared that you'd only view me as a woman you fuck for fun, so i never spoke up." you breathed, keeping your eye contact.
you continued, "i want to go on dates with you, see the world with you, love you unconditionally, all of it." chan's eyes widened at your words, and a tender smile decorated his face. "well, if you allow me, i'd like to take you on a date this wednesday, to that fancy restaurant in busan."
you moved your hand to cup his cheek, "i'd love to channie."
"yeah," you kissed his lips softly, a sharp contrast to how you did during sex, before continuing: "it is."
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