⋆˚࿔ᝰ.ᐟ cw: explicit sexual content, riding, dirty talk, top!chan, college AU, protected sex, degradation, fuck buddies, angst, slight oral, pet names, hair pulling, scratching, marking, biting, rough sex, fem!pov, reader x chan.
Summary: You and Chans are fuck buddies, "casual fucking" is what he calls it; he invites you to his dorm because he's lonely and misses you. You just wish you two were more.
WC: 1.2k
This work contains mature themes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
Why the fuck did you come over when Chan texted you he was lonely and bored? Only god knows. That's how you ended up at his dorm for the second time this week, fist hovering over the wood. It's not like you and Chan had anything going on if you could say that, you know, just the fucking each other ever so often with “no strings attached” vibes.
That's what he called it anyway. ‘Casual fucking’ is what he said when you would question him in a low voice, curled up in his chest, sweaty and tired. You shook your head, sighed, and knocked on his door, and Chan opened the door almost instantly. He was shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips. You could see his chrome heart boxers peaking out from the waistband.
“Come in.” He said, stepping aside, and you walked inside, closing the door behind you. His hands were on your waist almost immediately. His head dipped into your shoulder, and his hands pushed up your shirt.
“Missed you.” He hummed into the crook of your neck, pulling you against the planes of his chest. He smelled like his shampoo and the faint scent of weed.
Your hands slide into the damp strands of his hair, and he takes it as a sign to start kissing up your neck. Licking the faint dark spots still on your neck from the other day you came over. This is wrong. You kept telling yourself that even as he backed you onto the couch and your body slid into his lap.
Who were you for, only casual fucking and no real relationship tied into it? But Chan's body… it was sinful, like it was specially made only for your pleasure. He knew every spot and angle that made you scream in ecstasy. It was a drug. So addictive.
His hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing the inner part and rubbing small circles into the skin. His mouth connected with yours, and he groaned into your mouth. He pulled back a string of saliva connecting your lips. “More…” He rasped into your ear, and his finger hooked into the waistband of the shorts you were wearing. His already hard cock pressing firmly against your thigh.
You helped him slide them down your legs, one hand squeezed your hip, the other brushing the damp fabric of your panties. He locked eyes with you, a lust burning behind them. “Beg. Beg for me to let you ride on my cock.” He rasped, his hand sliding into the strands of your hair and tugging lightly. You moaned sharply, hips bucking into his hand, desperate for friction.
The hand on your hips squeezed tight, holding you in place. “Please chan… please let me ride you. I'll be so good for you.” You finally whined out, hand digging into his shoulder, definitely leaving marks.
He smirked, proud of himself, and hooked his thumb into your panties, pulling them down sharply. You gasped at the rush of cold air that hit the heated skin. Chan was already pushing his boxers down to free his thick, fully hard cock. He hissed lightly, stroking himself slowly a couple of times.
He dug into his sweatpants pocket, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. You gasped lightly, and he glanced up at you, smirking playfully. He rolled the condom on and placed both of his hands on your hips.
“Now bounce on my cock like the good girl you are.” He rasped. You shifted on his lap to sink on his cock. His thickness stretched you with an addictive burn. You moaned softly, hand digging into his shoulder, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
He groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. The wet thigh heat of you was so fucking good. He squeezed your hips, and you started slowly rolling your hips. He groaned, his head falling to your shoulder. “Faster,” he rasped, his hands guiding you to go faster.
You started rolling your hips faster, bouncing softly, soft cries and moans slipping out of your lips. It felt heavenly like he was made for you. If it wasnt already sinfully good, his hand reached to your lower back, pulling you sharply so his chest was pressed against yours. The new angle hit a deeper spot, and you cried out, nails scratching down his back.
He hissed, his hands moved to slip under your shirt, fingers brushing under your breast, and your nipples were already hard with pleasure. He rolled the nub in his fingers, and you moaned, squeezing around him.
“Fuck…” He growled, the sensation sending sparks flying up his spine. You knew you were close, and he did too. He could feel you squeezing around him. He was close too, his stomach, curling with that familiar heat. “Ah… shit…” He breathed.
He needed you to cum at the same time as him. His finger moved down your body to rub tight circles on your clit. You whined loudly. He moved to start planting kisses on your neck, biting down ever so often, soothing the sting with a lick.
“Cum… now.” He groaned in your ear, and with a shallow thrust into you, you broke. Your orgasm crashed over you heavy and sharp; you broke into a loud cry. Your whole body shuddered, and you saw stars at the edge of your vision.
Chan broke off at the same time. Spilling into the condom and biting down on your shoulder to quiet his loud moan. You both stayed in that position, breathing heavy, sweaty, and coming down from your high. He softened inside you and slowly pulled out with a lewd sound, pulling off the condom and tying it off.
You collapsed on the couch, but he wasnt done yet. His hand slid in your hair, tugging you up. “Clean your mess up, sweetheart.” He said, pushing you down to your knees on the carpet. Your eyes went wide, and you whimpered softly.
He held his cum covered, soft dick in his hand. His hand slides to your chin, tipping your head up. “Open.” He murmured, tapping your cheek with his hand. You opened reluctantly, and he slid his soft dick in your mouth. Getting slightly hard at the warm and wet heat of your mouth.
You did as you were told and licked him clean. The whole time, he watched with heavy-lidded eyes and fingers threaded in your hair, and when you cleaned with him, he pulled you off a string of saliva connecting your lips and the head of his dick.
“That's my good girl.” He praised, lifting you into his arms. He now smelled of sweat and sex. He held you in his arms, kissing your temple, fingers brushing over the dark spot starting to form on your neck. So gentle compared to his previous touch.
Even as you lay in his arms, pressed against his warm chest, feeling safe and fucked thoroughly, one thought lingered in the back of your head, creeping to the front and making your chest stir with tightness.
You wanted something more from him than just a fuck buddy.
And you didn't know if you'd ever get that from him.
This isn't proofread, and I wrote it in like 30 minutes… also super sorry for the angst 😭. Have been wanting to write this one for a while. Hope you enjoy! likes and reblogs are super appreciated! Lmk if you have a fic request or any request in the comments! Have an amazing day! xx
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