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Summary: Your brother's friend won't stand for you bad mouthing yourself.
Word Count: 2.587k
Warnings: Condidence problems, NSFW 🔞, pervy Han, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, rough facefucking, air deprivation cum tasting, clit smacking, unprotected sex (leave the non protection to fic), risky sex, multiple orgasms, strong language.
Minors do not interact 21+ only!!
“WHY DIDN’T YOU LOCK?”
Your little brother’s best friend, notorious fuckboy and ridiculously hot, Han Jisung, had entered the bathroom whilst you just got off the shower.
You rolled your eyes in mockery, scrunching your hair with a dry towel, your body still glistening and dripping on the floor.
“I don’t know. Maybe I thought the running water was an obvious indicator that someone was taking a shower”. Your eyes moved to his stunned reflection in the mirror and the way his earphones were now hanging loose from around his neck.
“Oh”
“Oh! That’s all you have to say?”
A faint crimson color was creeping up his face and though his eyes were blown out in surprise, they seemed to refuse leaving your body from their sight.
“Yeah, ok, I got it. You saw me. Now, do you mind getting out? I need to finish up”
He shook his head like coming off a trance and you had to contain yourself from giggling to the way he spun around and ran into the wall before flying the bathroom.
It wasn’t a secret to anyone, the way you viewed yourself. Your body, your face, your hair… It was more than lack of confidence. It was the absolute certainty you looked awful. Completely undesirable but totally okay with it. This was the only reason you didn’t even budge when Han walked in on you. You didn’t believe for a second he’d ever see you as a woman. Or, anything more than a friend's sister for that matter.
Next time he came over, you were on the couch, in some short shorts and a comfortable sweater, snacking on fresh popcorn and absentmindedly watching a movie. One of your legs was folded against your chest and the other hanging from the arm of the chair.
“Hey” he casually coughed out, even though your brother had already stormed off to his room. He knew he wanted to make small talk. To appear as unbothered as possible. But the truth was, since that bathroom encounter his brain was shortcutting to the mere mention of your name.
“Hi, Hannie. What’s up?” you barely flashed him a polite smile and turned your attention to the TV again. Probably why you didn’t see him rub his temples in frustration or didn’t hear the silent “that fucking nickname again” before trailing behind your brother and leaving you alone.
Approximately half an hour later, and when the ending credits rolled up, you abandoned the half eaten bowl on the table and made your way to your room. What you didn’t expect was finding Han over an open drawer, holding your black laced panties and bra in his hand.
“Are you looking for something?” And just like the bathroom incident, you didn’t think much of it. Maybe he was in search of a charger.
The sound of your voice made him jump and drop the set like it had burned him.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just…”
“Relax. It’s fine. Just tell me what you were looking for” You walked closer and simply pushed the drawer closed.
“Why do you do that?”
“I do what?”
“Act so nonchalant all the time. I saw you naked and you barely flinched. Now you find me looking through your underwear and you brush it off like nothing even happened” He sounded as frustrated as perplexed.
“I mean…it was an accident. And now you were probably looking for something else and stumbled across that drawer. It’s not like you were looking for my panties and bras” you lightly giggled but seeing his serious expression made your throat went dry and you gulped “Right?”
“I still don’t get why you wouldn't freak out or at least cover up when I walked in on you naked. Most women would” he had now started to walk closer, making you step back until your back hit the wall.
“I am not like most women” his eyes had a predatory glimpse in them, yet a darkness that scared you “I don’t think much of men seeing my body uncovered”
“That confident, huh?”
That one made you laugh
“Did i say anything funny?”
“No no. I just…i don’t think there is a possibility anyone would ever get any ideas or desires when seeing me naked”
Now he just looked offended and even hurt. He raised a brow, starting to realize what you were saying.
“Come again?”
“I don’t know why you sound surprised. I never claimed to be confident in my skin.”
“What if i tell you” he leaned closer, inches from your cheek, and inhaled deeply, taking in your scent “i was looking for your panties? What if I tell you that, ever since, I've been dreaming of doing things to you? What if i tell you, that very time i close my eyes i see that glorious body of yours and i instantly get a problem that i need to take care of”
“Hannie, stop” Your heart was thumping against your chest, your cheeks burning red already, and the familiar moisture between your legs forced you to press your thighs tighter together.
“I hate that damned nickname!” not allowing you time for any comebacks, his lips crushed hungrily, almost violently against yours. His tongue skillfully sank between your lips to wrap around yours and pull it in a sloppy, passionate dance that made you melt against the wall.
Only when he needed air, only then he pulled himself from you and brushed your cheek tenderly with his thumb “I am sorry. I didn’t ask” you didn’t speak. You couldn’t speak. so he took it upon himself to continue “but i saw red when you dared to imply you are undesirable. Y/N, i’ve tried so hard to not let you haunt me and i failed miserably”
“How could you think I am attractive? You, of all people. Do you have any idea how you look?”
“Like a clown, trying to pull the sexist woman to ever walk the planet” his hand trailed down and settled on your waist pulling you closer “I don’t know if i am patient enough to wait for permission. You drive me fucking nuts”
Words weren’t needed. You simply nodded and he was already getting on his knees. You gasped sharply and he responded by unzipping your shorts, pulling them down and helping you step out of them. He tossed them across the room and using two fingers, he separated your folds revealing your glossy, needy core. “Fuck. I think i died” his free hand grabbed one of your ankles and put it on his shoulder to help you spread even more for him.
The first, sudden lick had your knees bucking slightly and a filthy sounding moan escaped your lips. You quickly held your hand against your mouth knowing you were not alone in the house, but given he had started feasting hungrily in your pussy, you didn’t know how much longer you could take before someone heard.
He was lapping and sucking on your clit like a man possessed, the squelching sounds deafening. Without any warnings, he slowly sank two fingers past your lips, stretching and prepping your tight hole for what was to follow. When he bottomed them comfortably to the knuckles, he began fingering you rougher, faster, without caring about who may hear you.
When his fingers opened slightly to scissor you, and to the feeling of his lips and tongue assaulting your clit even harder, you grabbed on his hair and tugged with force, letting him know you were close. Your waist came alive to grind against his nose and biting the inside of your hand, you came on him, making a mess all over his face.
“God, you are perfect” After licking his lips, his tongue gathered all your juices causing your hips to jerk violently to the point he had to hold you upright by sinking his fingertips to your plum asscheeks. “Take off your sweater” seeing the hesitation coming back in the way you fumbled with the hem of it, he just kissed the inside of your thighs reassuringly. “Please, baby”
Without thinking much of it, you pulled it over your head and let it drop to the floor. His eyes lit up with stars and honest admiration, almost tearing up to the sight “I could stare at you for hours” He kissed his way up to you, finally getting on your level to reattach his lips on yours “Don’t talk bad about yourself ever again. You are breathtaking”
“I promise”
At that moment, he gave you the purest, widest, most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen in your life. A smile that gave you butterflies and the confidence to kiss him yourself this time. You didn’t rush with it. You just wanted to taste the first man that made you feel wanted. A man you never thought would see you.
After several minutes of being lost to his lips, your mouth moved to the side of his neck and you slowly began to lower yourself. When he realized what was happening, he lovingly held your hands and made you stop on your tracks “You don’t need to”
“I want to. Please” Your plea made his already hardened dick jump on his pants. Once you were fully on your knees, you carefully unbuttoned him, and pulled his jeans enough for them to fall and pool around his feet. The bulge on his boxers was huge, the fabric already sticky with precum. You slowly removed his briefs while looking up at him, and when you finally took a glimpse at his cock, your mouth salivated.
Fully erect, red head already oozing his essence, beautiful veins covering his entire length, and really girthy. “I can’t believe I am seeing you like that” The first stroke of your soft hand upon his entirety, had him delirious. Using your thumb, you swept his precum to lube the rest of his cock with it and not wasting any more time, you parted your lips and took his tip in your warm mouth.
The sound he let out was dark, obscure, giving you the go to go deeper until you felt his pulsing head to the back of your throat. Your eyes never left his face. You liked seeing him fall apart because of you. When he finally looked at you, you drove one hand between your legs and began drawing circles around your puffy clit. Your other hand left his shaft and went behind your back, letting him know what you wanted.
A nod of your head was enough for him to take a hold of your head and start face fucking you. Every deep thrust pulled a new gagging sound off of you. With your eyes teary and cloudy, with your mascara running down your cheeks, he picked up the pace, reserved at first, but seeing you playing your clit faster, he let loose and made every thrust a little bit meaner.
“Fucking hell, baby. I’m cumming” Feeling it was the moment, he tried to pull away, only for you to bring your hand to his ass and hold him close. He smirked deviously down at you “So that’s how you wanna play. Have at it, then” Next thing you remember was his hot cum spilling deep in your throat as he pressed your nose tightly against his pubic area. When he felt you getting to your limit with the air deprivation, he pulled off and got to your level.
“Hey, hey. I am here” He lovingly cupped your face in his hands “Breathe. You are okay” You hungrily sucked for air when you felt his lips kissing your forehead “Did i hurt you? Was it too much?”
When you managed to catch your breath, you pulled away enough for him to be able to look at you and you brought your soaked fingers in sight “That’s how much i liked it” When you saw him leaning closer and sucking on your fingers while maintaining eye contact, you were officially gone “Fuck me”
He released your fingers with a pop, and swiftly pulled you up with him. He bent you at the edge of your bed and in one sharp thrust, he sank in you to his balls. You bit the sheets, in hopes to not cry out but it was still audible to him. “Jesus fucking Christ, you are so tight” he groaned under his breath, his strokes still slow but deep. You took it upon yourself to fuck back at him, when…
“Y/N?”
Your brother’s voice from outside your room had you stop everything you were doing and look back at Han, panic slowly blooming in your eyes. Him, on the other hand…
He simply smirked like the menace he was and delivered one more thrust. You gasped in shock and tried to move forward but he held you from your waist.
“Yeah?” with your voice quivering, you hoped he wouldn’t open the door.
Another thrust from behind. Another bite in the sheets.
“I will sleep at Sarah’s tonight. Mom and dad will be out until late”
“Okay! Have fun”
Han was now fully fucking you, your pussy fluttering around him and creating a white creamy ring at his base. Still, he was careful not to get you both caught.
That was until he heard the front door shutting “And now, it’s only the two of us” With his cock still in you, he carefully rotated you slightly, so he’d be able to pull one of your legs up and rest it on his shoulder. This newly found position had his tip nudging your cervix and you screaming loudly his name.
“That’s it! Let it all out. I wanna hear you” he was brutally ramming in you, his waist slapping yours aggressively “You are already creaming so much. Fuck, she is gripping me tight” his hand circled over your leg to deliver some playful smacks on your sensitive clit. This had you see colours and you felt your insides squeezing and sucking him roughly.
“Cum in me. I need you to fill me” After you were left alone, after you felt safe to let loose, you were crying and moaning loudly, almost managing to cover the sounds of skin falling against skin and the wet noises your pussy was making every time he bullied his way in. “Fuck fuck fuck i’m cumming”
“God damn, Y/N…” he let your leg down, fell forward, entirely covering you with his weight, and came into your womb while his lips were littering your neck with kisses and bites “Mine!”
“Yours, baby. Only yours” You came undone right behind with a chant of his name in your lips.
After some moments of panting and trying to find your normal breathing, you felt his weight leaving you before he gently pulled you up and held you against him like you were fragile.
“Shower?” he buried his head at the crook of your neck.
“I just wanna sleep with you” you mumbled, exhausted, snuggling into his warmth.
He picked you up, walked you on the bed, carefully laid you to your pillow, and set himself right next to you. You rolled on him and cuddled in his chest before he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your head.
“From now on, every time you doubt yourself, more of this will happen”
“In this case, you will get sick of me” you smiled, lost in his scent and already drifting.
warnings|| insecurity, could be read as chubby/overweight reader, fluffff, chan is the embodiment of perfect
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not even in a dirty way, he just want to cuddle while watching a movie, maybe make you sit there as you two work on your own thing, he wants to feel you as close as possible to him, yet everytime he asked you to, you found a way to change the topic and get out of it without refusing directly, you never told him why and he never asked too much, he just assumed that you wanted your time to get comfortable, but that time wouldn't stretch to a year and a half?
year and a half of bangchan yearning from afar for you, a year and a half of failing attempts to get you in his lap, even while sleeping you don't want to lie on top of him, how he managed to live this whole year without combusting is beyond him.
he should be crowned for bravery and patient, no man can handle not having the love of their life molding into their skin, what's the point of all that weight lifting if he can't get you to be on him?!
so he started throwing bigger hints, the bubble workout videos, the outrageous weight he lifted, all for you to see how strong he is, he'd send them privately "look how much i have improved, love. what do you think?" "that's so cool I'm proud of you!!"
cool? cool?! that's not what he wanted to hear! where is the "can you lift me?" the challenge he expected to come from you! then he'll show you just how strong he is and come literally lift you up then you'll be all impressed and you'll finally sit on his lap, where is all of that? can't you see how much he's doing and hinting at you? all he want is for his love to lean on him why is that so much to ask?
so after millions of failed hints he finally decided to come and talk about it clearly—you were in the kitchen doing whatever you were doing when he suddenly appeared beside you, leaning on the counter and looking intensely at you.
you looked at him in confusion "um, everything's okay?" you asked, feeling weirded out from his intense gaze. "no," he said simply, taking a step closer to you "i have a question and i need you to answer it", you looked around nervously before giving a forced smile "sure...?"
he let out a sigh and gave you a worried look "tell me, do i make you uncomfortable?" you paused—looking at him dumbfounded "what? no! where did that come from??" you frowned in concern, have you done something to make him feel like that? god, bangchan was the perfect boyfriend you could ask for, why would he ever feel like this
"then please tell me, why do you always avoid being close to me?"
"i don't–" "yes you do, you don't sit on my lap and you don't want to lay on my chest when we sleep, you always refuse to ride on my back when i do pushups even i specifically ask you to! i just want to know if I'm doing something wrong..." the pleading, worried look he was giving you made it so hard to avoid answering him.
you look away, biting your lip as you wonder how to phrase your answer "it's not you, i just.." you murmur fidgeting with your fingers "..i don't want to hurt you" you glanced up at him only to see his expression shifting to confusion "hurt me?" he asked, "i mean, like I'm a bit heavy so i don't want to hurt you" you said fast, fighting yourself to not get teary eyed.
"are you serious?" chan was looking at you like you said the most outrageous thing he has ever heard in his life "love, i lift weights that at least three times of yours" "i know but it—" you cut yourself off when you saw him stepping closer to you, and in a blink of an eye you feel yourself getting lifted off of the ground, you let out a yelp as your upper half dangled on his shoulder while he had a strong grip on your legs.
you grabbed his shoulder and looked back at him "chan put me down!", "no" he said simply and adjusted your position like you weighted nothing, now he had his arm around your thighs in a more comfortable grip "if you won't listen to words then I'll show you that i can handle you" he said and started walking around the house
all your fussing and struggle went on deaf ears, bangchan was determined to show you how absurd your excuse was when he was your boyfriend, so you spent the next three hours lying on his shoulder as he did random things around the house.
so the next time you better just accept your fate and sit on his lap because he will do it again.
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a/n|| i feel like i forgot how to write oh my god i did so much smau/fake texts and didn't write at all for weeks, please tell me i didn't forget how to write and this is still good cause im gonna cry
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This is the most bang chan thing I think I've ever read in a fic. This is actually him. Not even kidding. He's probably done this. Or will do this at some point in his life. I wholeheartedly believe this is true.
A/N: This sick cocky mf was talking about his Ferrari in Roman Empire LIKE I NEEDED THAT INFO IN MY HORNY BRAIN
“Stay still…”
Easier said than done from the drivers seat. “That’s it…feels good?”
A weak nod is all you can muster as your toes curl tight. The lewd squelch of your pussy sucking in his fingers and the roar of the cars engine seem equally loud.
Chan glances quickly to his left before pressing his foot to the gas and cutting around cars before he settles again.
His fingers slick with your arousal as he thrusts them in and out of your cunt messily.
You weren’t even supposed to answer his call let alone peek outside your apartment window so he could show you his new car.
You definitely weren’t supposed to get in the vehicle and let him sweet talk you into pulling your panties to the side.
“Ever cum on leather seats before?” He smirked while his thumb abused your clit and his speed bordered 100 mph.
Now you could taste you orgasm on the tip of your tongue as your hips thrust to meet his fingers.
He hear him chuckle on your side as he cuts up more traffic, speeding an ungodly amount so he can get you to his place.
“Chris!” Your hand grasps his wrist as you gush around his digits.
“Mmhmm…dripping all over my seats. You gonna cum for me?” That stupid smirk adorns his features.
You swear you get whiplash from how hard you nod as the tension in your belly releases with a pitched squeal.
Your legs shake as the car swerves, Chan’s deep groan makes your core tremble as he feels the pull of your pussy around his fingers.
“So fucking hot…” He pulls free and sucks the digits clean, eyes fighting to stay open as your essence fills his tongue.
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reader pegging channie in alice from genshin. also could you include mommy kink, bc we all know what he said about her
written | alice in the studio
pairing: chan x f!reader
genre: smut
warnings: smut, use of mommy, cosplay (alice from genshin), strap on, pegging
word count: 1.8k
masterlist: Masterpost | Special EP
The studio door clicks shut, sealing out the rest of the world and leaving only the hum of the air conditioning and the frantic beat of Chan’s heart. He was expecting a visit, he's been in a studio too long he knows it but he wasn’t expecting this.
You stand in the center of the room, dressed as the Teyvat sorceress he’s been enamored with since her design first leaked. The crimson and white dress hugs your curves perfectly, the gold accents gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The oversized, pointed hat sits cocked at an angle over your pale blonde wig, and the prosthetic elf ears poke out, adding a touch of the ethereal to your mischievous grin.
Chan’s breath hitches. He is frozen, his hand still hovering over the MIDI controller. His gaze travels from the hem of your skirt up to the red-tinted contacts that make your eyes look like burning embers.
"Oh, Channie," you chirp, your voice lilted with the same eccentric, teasing energy Alice is known for. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost…"
Chan finally finds his voice, though it is an octave higher than usual. "You... you actually did it. You look exactly like her." He feels the heat crawling up his neck, staining his ears a deep, frantic pink. "It’s... it's a lot."
You move with a cat-like grace, closing the distance between you. Your gloved hands come up to rest on his shoulders. You can feel the tension in his muscles, the way he shudders under your touch.
"Don't you like it?" you whisper, leaning in until the tip of your nose brushes against his. "You keep talking about Alice with Stay. Does she live up to the hype?"
Chan swallows hard, his eyes darting across your face. "Too much. You’re being a tease."
"A tease? No, Channie, I'm just being true to character. And I like to play with my favorite toys," you murmur, your thumbs tracing the line of his collarbone. You lean closer, your breath warm against his ear. "And we both know what you said about her, don't we? About her being mommy?"
Chan’s eyes blow wide, a soft groan escaping his throat as he finally slumps back into his chair, his strength failing him. He looks up at you, "You're being mean," he breathes.
"I'm being fun," you correct with a sharp, beautiful smile. "It's what I do. Now, Channie... do you want to play a real game? Why don't you go get your special toy for me? The one we talked about."
His gaze drops to your waist, imagining the harness that will soon be strapped over the intricate red fabric of your cosplay. He doesn't argue. He moves like he is in a trance, retrieving the bag from his desk drawer.
Minutes later, the room feels smaller, the air thicker. You stand before him, the strap-on securely in place, its weight a grounding presence. Chan is on his knees, his hands resting tentatively on your thighs, his face level with the toy.
"Look at me, Channie," you command, your voice dropping into a lower, more authoritative register.
He blinks up at you, his eyes hazy and unfocused. He looks completely out of it, he looks small beneath you, submissive and eager.
"Such a good boy," you coo, running your fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back. "Show me how much you want it."
Chan needs no further instruction. His lips part, his breath hitching as he leans forward. His mouth wraps around the bulbous head of the toy, his tongue swirling around the tip with a desperate, hungry devotion. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, his cheeks flushing darker as he begins to suck, the wet sound filling the quiet studio.
You watch him, a sense of satisfaction bubbling in your chest. His movements becoming more heratic as you watch him squirm under your gaze. His hips shift, trying to find some relief for the growing pressure in his pants, his hard length pressing uncomfortably against his fly. A soft, high-pitched whine breaks through his lips.
"Are you getting needy, Channie?" you ask, pulling back and guiding him toward the heavy desk.
You have him bend over the desk, pressing his chest down against the cool surface while you stand behind him. He arches his back, his breathing coming in short bursts. You reach for the lube in your bag, spreading a generous amount around his puckered entrance. He clenches instantly, his shoulders bunching up in anticipation.
"Shhh, easy now," you coo, leaning over him so your chest brushes his back. You slip one glove off, pushing a finger in, feeling the tight, frantic heat of him. You fuck him slowly with the single digit, and when he starts to loosen and relax, you slip a second one in, scissoring them open to stretch him.
Chan cries out for more, a desperate sound that echoes in the studio. He starts squirming, his body reacting to how sensitive and how the sensation feels, but you don't let him pull away. You lean down and press a soft, grounding kiss to his shoulder blade. "Good boy, just relax for me. Let it happen."
With a firm, steady push, you manage to slip a third finger inside. You fuck him that way, your hand moving in a rhythmic, relentless pace until he’s practically sobbing into the desk. "I’m gonna... I'm gonna cum," he gasps, his vision swimming.
You slide your fingers out, leaving him high and dry, breathless and empty. He lets out a whine when you pull away, hips following your hand. You position yourself right behind him, teasing his entrance with the head of the strap-on.
"Please," he whimpers, his head hanging low, forehead pressing against the cool wood of his mixing desk. "Mommy, please... need it."
"So impatient, Channie," you coo, leaning down until your heavy blonde wig brushes against his neck. With a slow, deliberate push, you slide the head of the toy past his twitching entrance. He lets out a strangled cry, his back arching sharply as he tries to accommodate the sudden intrusion.
You don't push all the way in yet, holding him right at the brink. Your gloved hand reaches down, gripping his hip to keep him still, while your other hand slides across the desk. "Look at where you are, baby. In your precious studio, how unprofessional-"
Chan gasps, his chest heaving, his fingers desperately searching for purchase. "Ah... please, don't..."
"Imagine if your members walked in right now," you whisper, driving a few inches deeper, eliciting a loud, breathless whine that echoes . "Seeing their leader bent over his own workstation, taking his mommy’s toy so obediently. Does it make you feel dirty, Channie?"
"N-no... yes... Mommy, please, just fuck me," he begs. He reaches blindly behind him, his fingers clawing at the empty air until they find yours. He squeezes your hand, desperately trying to interlace his trembling fingers with yours, wanting that grounding.
You oblige, locking your fingers with his, squeezing tightly as you finally drive the strap-on all the way . Chan’s knees nearly buckling beneath him as his tight walls frantically squeeze. With every thrust, his body jolts forward, his stomach pressing flat against the desk, right over his lyric sheets, his keyboard, and his expensive gear.
"Oh, look at you," you tease, your voice dripping with sweet malice as you notice the dark spot blooming on his pants, pressing dangerously close to his workstation. "You're so sensitive. If you keep leaking like this, you're going to jizz right over your work, Channie."
"No!" Chan whines, a tear escaping his closed eyes as he shakes his head frantically. "No, don’t wanna make a mess."
"But you want to cum, don't you?" you murmur, picking up the pace, driving hard and deep, angling the toy to hit his sweet spot with relentless precision. "You're going to ruin all your hard work because you can't control yourself for mommy."
"I don't- I don't want to!" he cries out, his voice cracking into a sob as his hips roll helplessly against you, totally overwhelmed by the friction. He's squeezing your hand so hard his knuckles are white, whining and weeping as the sheer pleasure drags him closer to the edge. "Please, Mommy, don't make me... I'll be good, I'll be good..."
"I know, baby," you coo, your voice shifting back into that sweet, commanding tone. "Mommy has you. You’re always good."
With a firm grip on his hip, you pull him back an inch, shifting his lower body slightly to the side so his pelvis is no longer aligned with his mixing gear. He lets out a confused, desperate whine at the sudden change in position, his hips instinctively twitching back, trying to find the flat surface of the desk again. But before he can, your hand slides down between his thighs.
Your fingers wrap around his hot, leaking length, catching him completely off guard. He shudders violently at the sudden contact, a choked sob escaping him. Gently but firmly, you angle his cock downward, pointing it toward the empty floor space away from his equipment.
"There," you whisper, leaning down to press your lips against his sweat-slicked shoulder blade, your breath warm against his skin. "Right there. Now you don't have to worry about the desk. You can just let go for Mommy." You drive the strap-on deep, hitting his sweet spot with a heavy, relentless pace.
Chan screams, a high, broken sound that echoes in the quiet, soundproofed room. His knuckles turn white as he squeezes your hand, his entire body seizing as he finally spills. Thick, desperate arcs splash onto the dark studio floor, his hips convulsing helplessly against your hand with every pulse of his release.
He remains draped over the desk for a long moment, his forehead pressed against his forearm, completely spent. His body is still trembling, his leg muscles twitching occasionally from the sheer intensity of the climax.
You give him a quiet moment to catch his breath, keeping a reassuring, flat palm against his lower back. The warmth of your hand is a steadying anchor as the overwhelming rush of adrenaline slowly drains from his system.
With a soft, deliberate movement, you slowly pull out the strap-on. Chan lets out a tiny, wounded whine at the sudden emptiness, his hips giving a weak, instinctual twitch before he slumps completely flat against the cool wood of the desk, too exhausted to move.
"Shh, you're okay, Channie," you coo, your voice softening as you shed the sharp, teasing edge of Alice’s mischief, replacing it with a warm, protective tenderness.
You unbuckle the harness, setting the toy aside, and reach into your bag for a pack of wet wipes. Leaning down over him, you gently clean his thighs and his entrance, your touch light, caring, and soothing. He shivers at the cool contact, burying his face deeper into his arms to hide the deep blush that still stains his neck and ears.
"There we go. All clean," you whisper.
"Mmh," he hums against your skin, a sleepy, deeply content sound. He squeezes you tighter, letting out a soft, shaky sigh. "Thank you..."
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