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"Oh shiー bunny what are you trying to do!?" he shouted-whispered while he tried to stop you from dragging him in the changing room, hurrying to find a private spot for your malicious intents. He could've pushed you aside easily, but he liked to make you think you had some sort of power over him; you did have it, somehow, but clearly not the physical one.

"Shh they don't have to hear us!" you warned him with the same energy, your tone a bit more sultry, too sensual for his liking considering where you were at.

"I'm working! Gee I knew I didn't have to let you come with me..."

Actions contraddicted his words as he locked the door behind him and let you kiss his jaw, to go down his neck, to then lift his shirt enough to let yourself access his chest and lick all over it impatiently; but you were not the patient type at all, so after nibbling at his smooth skin for a few seconds you lowered down until your knees were touching the floor.

You nuzzled your head on his thigh, looking up with big lust-filled eyes at his amused expression, clearly a bit surprised by your desperate behaviour.

Changbin patted your head gently and tilted his own when you sighed, biting your lower lip.

"I'm almost finished, but they'll need me again in a while. Be considerate of the time you have." his words came off as a warning, implicitly telling you to be quick.

You immediately unbuckled his already too thight pants lowering them until they dropped on the floor with the very familiar metal tingling of the belt, but as he was about to remove his hat, your hand abruptdly landed on his wrist to stop him.

"Leave that on... please?"

That's how you found yourself with his cock deep down your throat. Changbin stood proudly with his legs parted for you to fit under him, one hand lifting your hair up in a tight ponytail in his fist, the other firmly placed on your nape to keep you in place.

He was thrusting up into your mouth at a rather fast pace, amazed by the image of your lips perfectly wrapped around him even if he saw you like this countless times; your cheeks howling when he thrusted back, puffing when he thrusted forth, leaving lipstick stains at the base of his cock right under his dark patch of hair. Changbin loved expecially when you cried and your make-up would start to get ruined, when your mascara was running down your face making your eyes burn and shut tightly, so that he could wipe his thumb over them and smudge your eyeshadow and eyeliner too... and that time was no different.

"Letting me ruin you so easily, aren't you a bit too much of a slut?"

Your hands that were gripping his bare thighs tightened, long nails making his skin bend under them: Changbin hissed, a soft grunt leaving his lips that didn't help the unbearable ache in your core.

His pace became faster, a mixture of your moans and choking sounds filling the little room. That too, you choking on his dick, was one of his favorite melodies (and he said that to you, as a producer and not as your boyfriend he swore); he knew you did that for your pure enjoyement. The thought of his girl being so dirty even when she appeared innocent to others made him go crazy everytime. If only they knew how much of a menace you could be for him... no, no one would ever believe his words.

"Pretty bunny taking my cock so well- fuck I'm so lucky am I not?" he asked you, even though he knew you couldn't reply. Gagging and squeezing your throat around him, he wasn't controlling you anymore, too lost in the feeling with his hands now behind his head to prevent it from falling back. Roaming around his lower body, you made your fingers trace his round, firm ass and the inside of his thighs making his muscles contract from the sudden touch.

You were having so much fun, but you were sucking him off for a while and you weren't sure about how much time was left exactly. You pulled away from him, popping sound accompanying a string of precum from his tip to your mouth. His cock stood proud in front of you. Your jaw was a bit sore, but it was a satisfying pain you liked to endure. Lungs filling at their maximum capacity, you took a deep breath as if you held it in the whole time, all while Changbin looked down at you in confusion.

Oh, if he thought you were doing this just for him he was so, so wrong.

Your already bruised knees almost betrayed you while standing up and Changbin noticed, as always, because as much as you two liked to be rough and filthy he would never stop taking care of you: so he helped you get up lending you a hand appearing like a real knight, despite being half naked.

You took his hand and made him follow you towards one of the chairs in the room, then pushed him down and made him sit.

Changbin didn't fully register what was happening, it was quite rare to see you being so bold... but if he said he didn't like it, that would've been a really big lie.

He didn't take his eyes off of you not even for a second when you lowered your pants all the way down in front of him, when he caught a glimpse of your white thong slipping off along with them, when you unbottoned your shirt just enough to expose your bra to him. You straddled him, his cock still hard and leaking between you two. Your pretty hands wrapped around it with your nails decorating it, making a whimper escape from him while he looked between your face and where you were touching.

"I just couldn't wait Binnie, you look so hot with this ridiculous hat," you pouted, tightening your grasp, your messy make-up making you appear even more cute in his eyes.

"I can't stop imagining you completely naked wearing just it while you fuck me from behind in our bed..." you started to jerk him a little, slowly, circling the tip with your thumb: "Binnie please tell me you'll buy one! Promise that you'll buy a cowboy hat like this and- and-"

Your thoughts were starting to get confusing as the urge to have him inside you grew bigger and bigger every second that passed. His mouth was agape, eyes closing at the thought of the delicious description of the new fantasy that you were providing to him.

"I'll fuck your pretty cunt until you become dumb at home, too- fuck! I promise," Changbin got out of his daze interrupting you, lifting you up to make you release your hold and align you with him.

"But bunny, I need a cowgirl if I want to be a true cowboy, right?" he teased you by rubbing his tip along your slit, around your clit. Now that you were thinking about it, he was right: while you frowned you managed to nod.

"How about you being my cowgirl? Then I can buy a cute hat for you too. Do you like the idea?"

It was so exciting for some reason, even if it was something so simple, almost a little bit cringy... but maybe it was because of that, that it was so arousing.

"Wanna be your cowgirl Bin!" his tip positioned at your entrance.

He smiled, cocky but loving, amused.

"Then ride me."

That was it, the moment you were waiting for. At his words you sunk down his cock taking slow, breath dissipating from your lungs. Changbin was so chubby, and girthy, every time you two had sex you were shoked by how you couldn't get used to him. But you didn't waste time, starting to move and placing your hands under his shirt.

"Like that bunny, you're so good" his praises made you clench and quietly moan. Changbin took his hands to your waist, helping you lift yourself and fall back down while he kissed your exposed shoulders.

You started to jump on his lap, your breasts jiggling inside the shirt and asscheeks slapping against his skin, scratching his chest without realizing that you were using his muscles to hold onto him.

Your were starting to get tired, legs burning from all the strenght you were putting into your motion, but you didn't stop. It felt too good to take even a five seconds break, and with the way his cock touched all the right places you were sure you were getting close. When you slightly bended backwards you started to feel dizzy: the angle was the right one to directly hit your spot.

Changbin was long gone, he couldn't get enough of the sight in front of him. He felt you so tight around him despite the countless times he fucked you before and he couldn't help but ask himself if it wasn't enough, what he already gave you.

You lost your tempo, riding him however you could but still quickly, desperately taking all his length. Both of you were whining and cursing under your breath to not let people outside hear, feeling closer to the moment of letting it all go.

"Is my bunny slut going to cum?" he grabbed you again, taking control over your actions and making you bounce on him while his hips met yours fucking up into you, squeezing him so good as you clenched at the question.

"Cum Bin! 'M gonna-"

You didn't even finish the sentence, throwing your head in the crook of his neck silent screaming while he still moved. Your orgasm was enough to send him to his edge too.

"Where does this cowgirl want me to cum? Quick" his voice started to tremble trying to hold himself back waiting for you to tell him.

"Tummy" you said with a smile, drowsy tone against his urgent one even with your insides tingling.

Changbin took you off of his cock just in time, shooting his load on you making you flinch a bit in surprise, cum warm and thick against your skin.

You both took a moment to calm down, staying in the same position for a minute: he took his hat off, just to place it on your head instead and look at your fucked out state.

"I'll defenitely buy you one as well, no doubt. You look so pretty" he said, his pure smile blinding you.

You didn't know what was happening exacly, but if something was sure it would've been your need to slide back and forth on his lap, shyly, feeling the rough material of his jeans brushing against your barely covered sex.

It didn't help that Jeongin had his hands safely placed on your ass, kneading your flesh to his liking, parting your cheeks to let your lace panties slide between them and tug upwards, making them brush your folds as well, just to later slip his long slender fingers under the material to place it where it was before. He rolled his eyes every time he felt the elastic hem of the latter dig into your plush skin, making it slightly pop up, overflow the clothing.

He languidly backed up from your chest, a strand of his saliva still connecting him to your breast. You saw his lashes fluttering as he looked up at you; his back was hurting from how hunched down he was to have you in his mouth, but he knew he wouldn't regret the pain the morning after.

"Yeah, pretty? Tell me," an arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer and have your naked chest on his shirt, getting it stained at the contact due to the remaining wetness, stroking your side rather gently opposed to the dirty situation.

Jeongin dreamed about this for so long, only God knew how much he wanted to have you like this. Saying his name under your shaky breath, while he had his hands and mouth on your perfect, oh so perfect body. The exact moment he saw you he wanted to have you. He wanted to ruin you for others, wanted to take you so good you wouldn't even think about anyone else beside him. So, with all the patience he could find within himself, Jeongin became your friend.

"Innie please!"

Your desperate voice was even better than anything he had ever imagined while he pumped himself dry everytime he came home after hanging out with you. He had a thing for those cute skirts and dresses you often wore around him, and he was grateful whenever the weather would bless him by swaying them up enough for him to steal a glance of your underwear. So grateful whenever you always accepted his offer to go up the stairs first: "Y'know, if you trip I'm here ready to save you". But even if you wore pants, dear lord, anyone could see him staring at the outline of your ass or if particularly tight, the one between your thighs. Jeongin smiled brightly whenever you rested your elbows on any surface, squishing your tits together so that dark line would appear between them under your lascivious neckline. Sometimes he was lucky enough to witness your bra slightly showing, or even more.

Jeongin didn't even feel guilty, looking at you so disrespectfully, because it was as if you were doing it on purpose, riling him up. You didn't even question his touch, always being a bit too much to be the one of a friend: stroking your thigh under the table, hurrying his hands on your shirt to "fix it" while casually groping you, tugging your hair whenever you had it tied up, and so on.

And it was so easy to become close to you. Such a sweet girl, all you needed was a bit of special attention, teeth-rotting compliments... and yeah, with time he also grew fond of you and didn't want you just to have a good fuck. Jeongin put too much energy and filthy love into your relationship to just use you one time and throw you away. You had to be his, and his only.

His thoughts were interrupted by a harsh movement of your hips, taking him back to reality where it wasn't a dream anymore. After this, he surely didn't have to fake having a stomach ache to be alone in your bathroom anymore, and stuff your used clothes in his mouth while he humped one of your towels.

"Okay pretty, okay, shh..." Jeongin returned his attention to you, his precious jewel, to properly lift your skirt in a swift motion and let the cold air assault you, shivers rising up your spine.

"Want me to touch you? Hmm?" voice low with a condescending tone, simple yet dirty words directed to you making your cheeks so hot you felt your entire face on fire. Your uncertain nod, almost as if you were afraid to let yourself be at his mercy, made him chuckle and throw his head back on the couch. His eyes closed as he started to roam his hands around your belly, fingers tracing confused lines on it; an electric feeling everytime he touched you, clenching around nothing. You saw him take a deep breath, then open his eyes again finding them intensely staring into yours, sly smirk plastered on his face.

"Pretty, you have to ask properly if you want something, right? I thought I was a better teacher..." fakely disappointed, he clicked his tongue: "you'll make Innie sad if you're not clear, yeah? I can't read your little mind! Now, be a good girl and try again for me."

All those pet names, the look he was reserving to you only, his hot breath fanning over your neck where he started to trace kisses and bites... you didn't even notice a hand starting to travel down.

"Please make me feel good Innie! Need you..." embarassment taking your lungs too, struggling to breathe. Jeongin's expression softened, slowly guiding you to kiss him by caressing your nape. He pulled your panties aside, index and middle fingers sliding bewteen your pussy lips, slipping so easily. Jeongin hissed.

"Is it for me pretty? Is this pussy all wet for me?"

But he didn't give you a chance to reply, his palm angled upwards so your bundle of nerves was taken care of, too. "Clit so puffy... want it in my mouth later, okay?"

He knew you couldn't reply, your mouth wide open and eyes shut too tightly, you surely weren't hearing a thing... but it was alright, he was talking to himself after all.

Heartbeat hammering in your ears, and he didn't even enter you yet. And it was so wrong but so right, Jeongin was treating you like the most precious little thing on Earth, you believed so, and you loved every second of it, so much that you didn't even remember how you ended up like that.

He gathered some of your juices, quickly depriving you of his digits to take them on his tongue, sighing from contentment, thinking that all the wait was worth the pain while he greedly sucked and savored the taste.

"I wanna make you feel good, don't worry, but you have to promise me something sweetheart..."

Hand toying again with your sensitive spot, the free one wiped over your teary eyes. Lifting your gaze you told him to go on with your head, istinctively biting your lip.

"You have to be mine. My good girl," slowly, painfully slowly, you felt him going up, up, up, insides burning due to the stretch, "and let me be the only one who can pleasure you. Deal?"

Jeongin felt as if he was in Heaven already. He got all of his finger's lenght up your entrance with his cold silver rings adorning you, while the ones in his other hand were about to decorate your neck. Your essence was leaking on his wrist and he felt you gripping on his shirt, biting down on his shoulder.

His cock was exploding in his pants but he kept repeating to himself in his mind to be a little more patient. That he would've been rewarded for resisting for so long, that if he fully convinced you he could have you whenever and wherever he wanted. Just a little bit more...

"Deal! Wanna be yours Innie please touch me more!"

Got you. Oh, he didn't need any more pleading. You surely were in for a long night.

He giggles when you gasp, his hands resting on your hips, his chin on your shoulder. He sees your expression relax into a soft smile with the corner of his eye, and then melts against you.

“Hi baby.” his voice is low and relaxed, making your belly flip a little bit.

“Hi, baby.” you say back, playful and pleased by the weight of his on you.

You feel him humming- the vibration going straight to your back, and you can't help by smile. He's so… Channie, tonight. Clingy and cuddly and lovely. It makes you almost blush, how much he trusts you with such a delicate feeling.

“Are you okay?” you ask, washing the dishes by the sink, the machine out of order since last week. There's a bit of hesitation in the way he squeezes your waist, the way his nose nuzzles on your nape.

Chan doesn't say anything, for a while. He just keeps on squeezing you everywhere, almost like a cat kneading dough. You understand that it's been a long day. You don't ask further.

You halt for a second, when you feel his lips against your skin. Plump, moist, leaving a sensation of something blooming on your shoulders. He doesn't speak yet, just gradually drags you closer and closer, your back pressed against him. You keep washing the dishes.

“I missed you today,” he murmurs against your shoulderblade, having tugged at your (his) shirt down to expose more of you. “Couldn't wait to get home to you.”

You smile wider, even if he can't see it properly. Then you caress his hand that's now resting on your belly, quick but reassuring, before resuming the scrubbing of a pan.

“Well, you're here now. Aren’t you?” your head tilts, and he catches the opportunity to leave a wet kiss on your neck, his tongue swiftly taking a taste.

“Mh.”

He's engrossed in his little world, you.

“Then I get here and you're already waiting for me with such… tempting attire.” he whispers. Not accusatory, not fierce, but as stating a matter of fact. It makes you giggle. Oversized, consumed shirt with holes and wrinkled shorts?

“How it this tempting?” it sounds absurd, really.

His kisses never cease, but something shifts. In the way he's a bit more insistent, in the way his hands fists the cotton covering you. He scoffs, not believing how you can’t grasp it.

“Are you joking?” he nips at your earlobe, making you flinch, spoon splashing back in the bubbles.

“There's so much room for me to touch… to imagine…” every word accompanied by the movements of his hands, fingers drumming absentmindedly.

“You have nothin’ under this, right baby?”

He whispers in your ear, shivers dancing all over your body now, dishes forgotten, tap running as to hush your conversation from someone who's not even there.

You don't say anything, feeling his hands creep under the shirt, touching you so delicately, until they reach your breasts- he closes them around the supple skin, fingers brushing your nipples while he groans. He's satisfied. He's really, really satisfied.

His kisses double down, peppering every inch exposed, gradually adding his teeth to the equation.

Chan lifts the shirt, uncovering you as much as possible, desperate to see more of your skin.

You close the tap, grab the border of the sink, arch back into him when his lips finally reach your jaw, your cheeks. Turning your head there's finally a kiss, hungry yet gentle. Your lips dance in a rythm they know by heart, comfortable and stable if not for your gasps when his thumbs flick your sensitive peaks.

“Babygirl,” he sighs, brows furrowing in concentration. One of his arms travels by your side, guided by your curves, squeezing your lower back, “please I need you.”

It's still gentle, the way he demands. It's as if he could kneel by any second, praying you for it.

“Please baby, please need ya- don't have to do nothin’ love, please-”

Chan is out of breath, bringing your hips to collide against his, bulge prominent by his sweats settling deliciously against your ass.

Throwing your head back, you give him a weak nod before making your lips meet again, kissing for a minute more. It's incredible, that after all this time he still gets you hot and needy just with a few words. He casts erotic spells on you, and there's no defense against them.

He twists you effortlessly, kisses sliding until his mouth is on your sternum, your tits, your stomach.

“‘Been thinkin’ ‘bout this sweet pussy all day.” he blurts out between suctions, going lower, lower, mouthing at your navel on top of your shorts. Your knees buckle, you clench. The way he's so blunt in his confession, shameless, he never fails to make you feel wanted.

“This gorgeous, gorgeous little pussy.” he cups it, massaging exactly where your clit is with his thumb, even if nothing will be enough until he'll undress you- but Channie always satisfies you. No doubt in that.

He's kneeling before you, for real now. One of your hands flies to rest on top of his head, short blond locks hard to grab now, but still you steady yourself while your other hand holds onto the edge of the counter.

But Chan feels it. Chan knows he's feeling your folds a little too well. You can’t be also already wetting every layer of clothing, as much as he knows he can make you do that. He sighs. That's when he pushes your shorts by the side, and he's met with your bare sex, breathing and smeared in that sweet nectar he loves so much. The cold air meets your center, making your cheeks burn.

“Babygirl…” it's a gasp, and a twinkle in his eyes. He looks up at you, yours already hazy, a full conversation happening between glances.

“Thank you…” it's a whisper now, while he goes to kiss your thighs.

It's sudden when you feel the first lick. Quick, tentative. Then he takes your calf, caresses it, places your leg over his shoulder, deliciously pillowy. From this point of view his chest is puffed and full, chiseled thighs framing his shaft, jaw tensed, dark eyes look up at you hungry and needy.

He spreads your folds, looks at them for a second longer, and then dives in. There's no warning, no sign, so greedy he can't help but enjoy it immediately. It's a sight, really. Eyes now closed, long eyelashes framing them, already lost in it. His nose is the only thing you see, with his lips closed around your clit, and then his tongue falls flat over it, making you squirm.

He massages your leg and keeps the shorts out of his way, while he moves his head smearing your juice all over the lower half of his face. The tip of his tongue prods at your gaping hole, then plunges in, slow and steady, while he moans when your fingers pull his hair.

“So sweet, m’pussy ‘s always so fuckin’ sweet f'me.”

He's blissed out. Maybe even more than you.

“Needed ma baby today, needed this,” he whispers, “my angel's...” his voice trails off, resuming. It's the hottest thing when he blabbers his incoherent little thoughts. Your whimpers and sweet moans do nothing but fuel his need, making his cock throb in his pants.

You try to stay still as much as possible, letting him enjoy the moment. He's doing it for his own pleasure, after all. So you don't speak either, just let him hear your lovely sounds, grab at anything in sight to anchor you when he gets you close to your peak and then leaves you on the edge.

Chan can be mean when eating you out. Sure, he loves to have his babygirl drool and go dumb on his tongue, loves feeling you spasm when you ride his face… but he can't deny, he enjoys it for himself too.

It's just so comforting. Having something to suckle a little on, keep him occupied while having his mind completely empty, the feeling of your soft lips and velvety walls on his tongue. He loves playing with you clit, feeling it harden, his eyes roll back in his skull whenever you cum in his mouth. He feels so proud, and you always tell him how good he is, how good he feels, how much of a good job he did… he's a poor lovesick puppy, a slave for your praise and pleasure.

He gives you one last lick, before leaning back on his ankles, looking at your puffy clit and drooling hole. Mesmerizing. He won't let you come yet. Channie, he likes it when you do it together. Despite your whiney protests he doesn't relent, shushing you cautiously.

He licks his lips clean, catches a stray droplet with his finger and puts it back in his mouth. Can't waste anything.

“Gon' let me fill you up now? Hm?”

You're fucked out, seriously. Depriving you of your high isn't something he does often, but you know he'll get you there.

He seems even more massive when he gets up with his shoulders getting so wide they can hide and shield you from anything, settling your sore leg back down. He kisses you again, making you taste yourself, before having you right back facing the sink, still with bowls and plates left in soapy water.

He lowers his sweats, cock springing free already as he wasn't wearing anything underneath either, as always. He's whining, impatient yet savouring, completely in his headspace.

You lower down without any instruction, pressing against him, waiting patiently.

His hand goes to move your shorts yet again, cock nudging then at your entrance, tip slipping a little bit on your slick. Chan is mesmerized. You're bending so pretty for him, still dressed, on your tiptoes, pretty sounds coming from your lips. He spreads your asscheeks, making your pussy follow as well, guiding his cock the right way.

“Was dreamin’ of having you like this babygirl,” the tip, thick and hot, teases your barely stretched hole, “Y'always make me feel better.”

When the tip is settled, his hands hold your hips steadily, but not before caressing your side, and leaving a kiss on the center of your back.

“Channie- yes, baby-” you can’t help it, really. His cock gets into you almost effortlessly, every vein making your eyes roll, every millimeter of stretch having your knuckles get white against the counter.

He's slow, eyes closing for a second as he feels you bare, raw, so welcoming like you were made for him.

Chan doesn't speak anymore- instead, long sighs touch his vocal cords, making him moan.

You clench around him, he sees stars.

Moans transform into grunts and laments, hands holding you more steadily, your back now pressed against his all over again.

You're so sweet, he can't help but praise you, whispering in your ear, while his cock pistons into you faster. He hits all the right spots.

He holds you tighter, one hand skimming through all the messy clothing, finding your abused clit again. Gosh, now you're even wetter, squelching sounds fill the room obscenely. His pelvis starts to collide with you, skin against skin makes the sounds louder. It's a mess, yet a comforting one.

He circles your clit in rhythm with his thrusts, smiling when you throw your head back and he sees your mouth open in a silent moan. That's so erotic it gets him closer.

“Can I come baby? C-can I get my cum inside ya?” he's out of breath, losing his tempo, chasing it.

“Lemme cum in this sweet little pussy please my baby please, wan’ cum in ya wanna…”

You can only nod, agreeing in desperation, feeling on the edge yourself. He thanks you profusely, his strokes on your clit getting incoherently fast while he grinds into you, hitting your precious spot repeatedly. Again, again, again-

It's hot, and it's copious, and you suck him in even more. It shoots against your walls and you keep him there, orgasm washing over the both of you. It's a mixture of grunts and moans and names, but it's so beautiful you also feel your heart swell.

Chan doesn't let you fall, keeping you up, peppering every piece of skin in sight. He pulls out after a while, readjusting your shorts, letting them keep his cum in place.

A light slap lands on your asscheek and you squeak, blushing, but he kisses your cheekbone gently, leaning against you.

“Leave the dishes babe. I'll do it tomorrow, promise,” he takes your hand, tugging you further into the house, “let's cuddle yeah?”

It's never a burden to console your husband. It's never difficult to make him feel better. Oh, he's so easy in the end… he just needs “his sweet little pussy” and he's energized all over again.

You're dizzy, sore, trembling, yet something warm and tender settles in you, once again, like every day you've spent together.

He giggles when you gasp, his hands resting on your hips, his chin on your shoulder. He sees your expression relax into a soft smile with the corner of his eye, and then melts against you.

“Hi baby.” his voice is low and relaxed, making your belly flip a little bit.

“Hi, baby.” you say back, playful and pleased by the weight of his on you.

You feel him humming- the vibration going straight to your back, and you can't help by smile. He's so… Channie, tonight. Clingy and cuddly and lovely. It makes you almost blush, how much he trusts you with such a delicate feeling.

“Are you okay?” you ask, washing the dishes by the sink, the machine out of order since last week. There's a bit of hesitation in the way he squeezes your waist, the way his nose nuzzles on your nape.

Chan doesn't say anything, for a while. He just keeps on squeezing you everywhere, almost like a cat kneading dough. You understand that it's been a long day. You don't ask further.

You halt for a second, when you feel his lips against your skin. Plump, moist, leaving a sensation of something blooming on your shoulders. He doesn't speak yet, just gradually drags you closer and closer, your back pressed against him. You keep washing the dishes.

“I missed you today,” he murmurs against your shoulderblade, having tugged at your (his) shirt down to expose more of you. “Couldn't wait to get home to you.”

You smile wider, even if he can't see it properly. Then you caress his hand that's now resting on your belly, quick but reassuring, before resuming the scrubbing of a pan.

“Well, you're here now. Aren’t you?” your head tilts, and he catches the opportunity to leave a wet kiss on your neck, his tongue swiftly taking a taste.

“Mh.”

He's engrossed in his little world, you.

“Then I get here and you're already waiting for me with such… tempting attire.” he whispers. Not accusatory, not fierce, but as stating a matter of fact. It makes you giggle. Oversized, consumed shirt with holes and wrinkled shorts?

“How it this tempting?” it sounds absurd, really.

His kisses never cease, but something shifts. In the way he's a bit more insistent, in the way his hands fists the cotton covering you. He scoffs, not believing how you can’t grasp it.

“Are you joking?” he nips at your earlobe, making you flinch, spoon splashing back in the bubbles.

“There's so much room for me to touch… to imagine…” every word accompanied by the movements of his hands, fingers drumming absentmindedly.

“You have nothin’ under this, right baby?”

He whispers in your ear, shivers dancing all over your body now, dishes forgotten, tap running as to hush your conversation from someone who's not even there.

You don't say anything, feeling his hands creep under the shirt, touching you so delicately, until they reach your breasts- he closes them around the supple skin, fingers brushing your nipples while he groans. He's satisfied. He's really, really satisfied.

His kisses double down, peppering every inch exposed, gradually adding his teeth to the equation.

Chan lifts the shirt, uncovering you as much as possible, desperate to see more of your skin.

You close the tap, grab the border of the sink, arch back into him when his lips finally reach your jaw, your cheeks. Turning your head there's finally a kiss, hungry yet gentle. Your lips dance in a rythm they know by heart, comfortable and stable if not for your gasps when his thumbs flick your sensitive peaks.

“Babygirl,” he sighs, brows furrowing in concentration. One of his arms travels by your side, guided by your curves, squeezing your lower back, “please I need you.”

It's still gentle, the way he demands. It's as if he could kneel by any second, praying you for it.

“Please baby, please need ya- don't have to do nothin’ love, please-”

Chan is out of breath, bringing your hips to collide against his, bulge prominent by his sweats settling deliciously against your ass.

Throwing your head back, you give him a weak nod before making your lips meet again, kissing for a minute more. It's incredible, that after all this time he still gets you hot and needy just with a few words. He casts erotic spells on you, and there's no defense against them.

He twists you effortlessly, kisses sliding until his mouth is on your sternum, your tits, your stomach.

“‘Been thinkin’ ‘bout this sweet pussy all day.” he blurts out between suctions, going lower, lower, mouthing at your navel on top of your shorts. Your knees buckle, you clench. The way he's so blunt in his confession, shameless, he never fails to make you feel wanted.

“This gorgeous, gorgeous little pussy.” he cups it, massaging exactly where your clit is with his thumb, even if nothing will be enough until he'll undress you- but Channie always satisfies you. No doubt in that.

He's kneeling before you, for real now. One of your hands flies to rest on top of his head, short blond locks hard to grab now, but still you steady yourself while your other hand holds onto the edge of the counter.

But Chan feels it. Chan knows he's feeling your folds a little too well. You can’t be also already wetting every layer of clothing, as much as he knows he can make you do that. He sighs. That's when he pushes your shorts by the side, and he's met with your bare sex, breathing and smeared in that sweet nectar he loves so much. The cold air meets your center, making your cheeks burn.

“Babygirl…” it's a gasp, and a twinkle in his eyes. He looks up at you, yours already hazy, a full conversation happening between glances.

“Thank you…” it's a whisper now, while he goes to kiss your thighs.

It's sudden when you feel the first lick. Quick, tentative. Then he takes your calf, caresses it, places your leg over his shoulder, deliciously pillowy. From this point of view his chest is puffed and full, chiseled thighs framing his shaft, jaw tensed, dark eyes look up at you hungry and needy.

He spreads your folds, looks at them for a second longer, and then dives in. There's no warning, no sign, so greedy he can't help but enjoy it immediately. It's a sight, really. Eyes now closed, long eyelashes framing them, already lost in it. His nose is the only thing you see, with his lips closed around your clit, and then his tongue falls flat over it, making you squirm.

He massages your leg and keeps the shorts out of his way, while he moves his head smearing your juice all over the lower half of his face. The tip of his tongue prods at your gaping hole, then plunges in, slow and steady, while he moans when your fingers pull his hair.

“So sweet, m’pussy ‘s always so fuckin’ sweet f'me.”

He's blissed out. Maybe even more than you.

“Needed ma baby today, needed this,” he whispers, “my angel's...” his voice trails off, resuming. It's the hottest thing when he blabbers his incoherent little thoughts. Your whimpers and sweet moans do nothing but fuel his need, making his cock throb in his pants.

You try to stay still as much as possible, letting him enjoy the moment. He's doing it for his own pleasure, after all. So you don't speak either, just let him hear your lovely sounds, grab at anything in sight to anchor you when he gets you close to your peak and then leaves you on the edge.

Chan can be mean when eating you out. Sure, he loves to have his babygirl drool and go dumb on his tongue, loves feeling you spasm when you ride his face… but he can't deny, he enjoys it for himself too.

It's just so comforting. Having something to suckle a little on, keep him occupied while having his mind completely empty, the feeling of your soft lips and velvety walls on his tongue. He loves playing with you clit, feeling it harden, his eyes roll back in his skull whenever you cum in his mouth. He feels so proud, and you always tell him how good he is, how good he feels, how much of a good job he did… he's a poor lovesick puppy, a slave for your praise and pleasure.

He gives you one last lick, before leaning back on his ankles, looking at your puffy clit and drooling hole. Mesmerizing. He won't let you come yet. Channie, he likes it when you do it together. Despite your whiney protests he doesn't relent, shushing you cautiously.

He licks his lips clean, catches a stray droplet with his finger and puts it back in his mouth. Can't waste anything.

“Gon' let me fill you up now? Hm?”

You're fucked out, seriously. Depriving you of your high isn't something he does often, but you know he'll get you there.

He seems even more massive when he gets up with his shoulders getting so wide they can hide and shield you from anything, settling your sore leg back down. He kisses you again, making you taste yourself, before having you right back facing the sink, still with bowls and plates left in soapy water.

He lowers his sweats, cock springing free already as he wasn't wearing anything underneath either, as always. He's whining, impatient yet savouring, completely in his headspace.

You lower down without any instruction, pressing against him, waiting patiently.

His hand goes to move your shorts yet again, cock nudging then at your entrance, tip slipping a little bit on your slick. Chan is mesmerized. You're bending so pretty for him, still dressed, on your tiptoes, pretty sounds coming from your lips. He spreads your asscheeks, making your pussy follow as well, guiding his cock the right way.

“Was dreamin’ of having you like this babygirl,” the tip, thick and hot, teases your barely stretched hole, “Y'always make me feel better.”

When the tip is settled, his hands hold your hips steadily, but not before caressing your side, and leaving a kiss on the center of your back.

“Channie- yes, baby-” you can’t help it, really. His cock gets into you almost effortlessly, every vein making your eyes roll, every millimeter of stretch having your knuckles get white against the counter.

He's slow, eyes closing for a second as he feels you bare, raw, so welcoming like you were made for him.

Chan doesn't speak anymore- instead, long sighs touch his vocal cords, making him moan.

You clench around him, he sees stars.

Moans transform into grunts and laments, hands holding you more steadily, your back now pressed against his all over again.

You're so sweet, he can't help but praise you, whispering in your ear, while his cock pistons into you faster. He hits all the right spots.

He holds you tighter, one hand skimming through all the messy clothing, finding your abused clit again. Gosh, now you're even wetter, squelching sounds fill the room obscenely. His pelvis starts to collide with you, skin against skin makes the sounds louder. It's a mess, yet a comforting one.

He circles your clit in rhythm with his thrusts, smiling when you throw your head back and he sees your mouth open in a silent moan. That's so erotic it gets him closer.

“Can I come baby? C-can I get my cum inside ya?” he's out of breath, losing his tempo, chasing it.

“Lemme cum in this sweet little pussy please my baby please, wan’ cum in ya wanna…”

You can only nod, agreeing in desperation, feeling on the edge yourself. He thanks you profusely, his strokes on your clit getting incoherently fast while he grinds into you, hitting your precious spot repeatedly. Again, again, again-

It's hot, and it's copious, and you suck him in even more. It shoots against your walls and you keep him there, orgasm washing over the both of you. It's a mixture of grunts and moans and names, but it's so beautiful you also feel your heart swell.

Chan doesn't let you fall, keeping you up, peppering every piece of skin in sight. He pulls out after a while, readjusting your shorts, letting them keep his cum in place.

A light slap lands on your asscheek and you squeak, blushing, but he kisses your cheekbone gently, leaning against you.

“Leave the dishes babe. I'll do it tomorrow, promise,” he takes your hand, tugging you further into the house, “let's cuddle yeah?”

It's never a burden to console your husband. It's never difficult to make him feel better. Oh, he's so easy in the end… he just needs “his sweet little pussy” and he's energized all over again.

You're dizzy, sore, trembling, yet something warm and tender settles in you, once again, like every day you've spent together.