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Dilf!Chan x Reader
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The car door slammed shut as you kicked it with your foot. You had bags of groceries digging into your fingers as you walked up the apartment steps. As you neared your front door, you heard a pair of keys and the soft conversation of your ridiculously hot older neighbor Chan and his daughter.
Chan was a new tenant in your apartments, youâd lived here for three years and a month ago Chan and his little four year old daughter had moved in. Youâd never spoken to him other than a polite nod to each other when you both happened to leave and/or come back at the same time.
He was very handsome, his hair was dark brown and fell unevenly on his forehead, as if heâd just rolled out of bed or at least forgot to comb it before walking out the door. His skin was fair, but always had a ridiculously healthy glow despite you never seeing him bring home fresh groceries. His eyes were tired but kind, and calm like dark pools of melted chocolate. He had a handsome face and a straight nose that suited the rest of his features perfectly. And he had soft looking lips⌠was that weird to say about your neighbor? probably.
You adjusted the plastic grocery bags digging into her fingers and sighed. Why had you thought buying everything at once was a good idea? The answer was simple: you hadnât.
One bag threatened to split open every time you climbed another stair. The carton of eggs tucked beneath your arm felt one slip away from disaster.
âCome on,â you muttered to herself. âJust one more floor.â The moment you reached the next landing, voices drifted down the hallway. A little girlâs voice.
âDaddy, can we get strawberries?â
âNo.â
âWhat if I say please?â
âYou already did.â
âWhat if I say it twice?â
You smiled despite herself.
The voice belonged to the little girl who lived a few doors down. Youâd seen her countless times, usually attached to her fatherâs side like a baby koala.
Rounding the corner, you spotted them standing outside their apartment. The little girl looked up at her dad with wide eyes.
âThree times?â
âNo.â
âFour times?â
âNo.â
âFiveâ
âNo.â
The child huffed dramatically.
âYouâre breaking my heart.â
You almost laughed. The girlâs father crouched down to her height.
âYouâre four.â
âI know.â
âSo why are you talking like youâre forty?â
âBecause Iâm smart.â
âYou got that from me?â
âNo.â She pointed at herself proudly. âFrom me.â
The man chuckled. You had only ever seen him in passing, but he always looked the same calm, put together, and somehow carrying an endless amount of patience, while simultaneously looking the part of an exhausted father. The little girl suddenly gasped.
âDaddy!â
âWhat?â
âDaddy, look!â
His gaze followed her pointing finger straight to you. For a second you wished you could disappear. Unfortunately, the mountain of groceries you were carrying made that impossible. The little girl waved enthusiastically.
âHi!â
You blinked.
âHi.â
âYouâre carrying lots.â
âI am.â
âThatâs too much.â
âI figured that out halfway up the stairs.â
The girl nodded solemnly.
âThatâs why Daddy carries things.â
Her father sighed.
âThank you for volunteering me.â
âYouâre welcome.â
You laughed before you could stop herself.
The man stood and glanced at the bags straining in you hands.
âDo you need help?â
âOh, no, itâs okay.â
A bag shifted dangerously. An orange rolled against the plastic. The eggs nearly slipped from beneath you arm. His eyebrow lifted, you looked down.
ââŚOkay, maybe a little.â
The little girl immediately bounced.
âDaddy is super strong!â
âAm I?â
âUh-huh!â
She stretched her arms dramatically.
âLike this much!â
âThatâs very scientific.â
âI know.â
You watched as he took several bags from your hands with ease. Instant relief flooded through your arms.
âOh my god, thank you.â
âNo problem.â
The little girl slipped her tiny hand into her fatherâs.Then she looked up at you curiously.
âWhat are you making?â
âHm?â
âWith all those groceries.â
âOh.â You smiled. âCurry.â
The little girlâs eyes widened.
âI love curry!â
âYou do?â
âYes!â
Her father looked unconvinced.
âYou picked all the vegetables out last time.â
âThatâs because vegetables are gross.â
You laughed so hard you nearly dropped the eggs. The girl beamed proudly at earning the reaction. Then she leaned closer to you and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear.
âDonât tell Daddy.â
âI can still hear you.â
The child gasped.
âHow?â
He deadpanned.
âI have ears.â
âOh.â
A pause, Then:
âThat makes sense.â
You couldnât help smiling as the three of you continued down the hallway together. The little girl chatted endlessly about strawberries, cartoons, and why vegetables couldnât be trusted, never letting go of her fatherâs hand for even a second. And every time she looked up at him, her entire face lit up. Like he was her favorite person in the whole world.
You fell into step beside them as you walked to your door, grateful beyond words that your fingers were no longer being strangled by grocery bags. Your apartment was only about twenty steps from theirs, but somehow those twenty steps felt much longer with a very talkative four-year-old occupying every second of silence.
âDaddy,â Satsuko announced, still holding tightly onto her fatherâs hand, âY/N likes curry too.â
âI heard.â
âYou should tell her you like curry.â
He glanced down at his daughter. âI donât need to tell her my buisnessâ
âOh.â
Satsuko considered this carefully. Then she nodded.
âThatâs true.â
You bit back a laugh. The little girl was adorable. Absolutely adorable.
Dangerously adorable.
And unfortunately, her father wasnât making this situation any easier. Because now that you were actually walking beside him instead of awkwardly waving in passing, you were becoming painfully aware of how unfairly attractive he was.
Not pretty.
Not cute.
Unfair.
The kind of man who looked like he belonged in some expensive magazine advertisement instead of carrying grocery bags through an apartment hallway. His black t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders, his forearms looked ridiculous every time he adjusted his grip on the bags, and somehow he wasnât even trying. Which was the worst part. Men who knew they were attractive were manageable.
Men who looked like that while acting completely normal were a problem. A very large problem.
âDaddyâs old.â
You nearly choked. Chan stopped walking.
âExcuse me?â
Satsuko looked up innocently.
âYouâre old.â
âI am not old.â
âYou are.â
You pressed your lips together to stop a smile. The little girl turned toward you.
âDaddy is thirty.â
Chan groaned immediately. You laughed.
âWow.â
âDonât encourage her.â
âSorry.â
âYou arenât sorry.â
âNo,â you admitted. âIâm really not.â
Satsuko pointed triumphantly.
âSee?â
Her father looked skyward as though searching for patience.
âYou just met her.â
âI know.â
âAnd youâve already teamed up against me.â
âLooks like it.â
The smile that tugged at his lips nearly knocked the air from your lungs. Great. Fantastic. Now he was smiling too. You decided right then that life was cruel. Satsuko, completely oblivious to the crisis occurring inside your head, continued speaking.
âMy daddyâs birthday is October third.â
âSat.â
âWhat?â
âWe donât tell strangers our personal information.â
âY/N isnât a stranger.â
You froze slightly. The certainty in her voice was immediate. Absolute. As if she had decided it was true, and therefore it was. Chan seemed to soften too.
âSheâs still someone we donât know very well.â
âOh.â
Satsuko thought for a second. Then she pointed at you.
âSheâs Y/N.â
A pause.
âShe lives there.â
Another point.
âShe likes curry.â
Yet another point.
âAnd she has a pink umbrella.â
You blinked.
ââŚI do have a pink umbrella.â
âSee?â Satsuko declared victoriously. Chan rubbed a hand over his face. You laughed again.
âSheâs got a solid argument.â
âDonât encourage the tiny lawyer.â
The tiny lawyer beamed. By now youâd almost reached your door. The walk couldnât have been more than twenty steps, but somehow it felt longer in the best way. Comfortable. Easy.
Like youâd known them longer than ten minutes. You stopped in front of your apartment and reached for your keys.
âWell,â you said, âthis is me.â Chan shifted the bags slightly before handing them over. The second your fingers brushed his, your brain immediately decided to stop functioning. Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.
âThanks again,â you said.
âNo problem.â
His voice was warm, easy. The kind that made you want to hear it again. You hated that. You really did.
Satsuko suddenly wrapped her arms around your waist. You startled. The little girl squeezed tightly.
âBye, Y/N.â
Your heart practically melted on the spot.
âBye, Satsuko.â
Then she leaned back and smiled proudly.
âMy name is from a movie.â
âIt is?â
âYep.â
âDaddy cried watching it.â
Chanâs head snapped toward her.
âSATSUKO.â The little girl cackled. Actually cackled. And for the first time since meeting them, you saw genuine embarrassment flash across his face. Not enough embarrassment to make him any less attractive, unfortunately. If anything, it somehow made him worse, or better. Which was definitely worse.
âOh?â you asked, fighting a grin. Chan pointed at his daughter.
âWeâre leaving.â
âDaddy cried.â
âWeâre leaving.â
âHe cried a lot.â
âWe are absolutely leaving.â
Satsuko laughed the entire way down the hallway as her father guided her away, muttering something under his breath while she happily exposed every secret he had, and as you stepped into your apartment, groceries finally safe in your hands, you found yourself smiling like an idiot. Because somehow, in the span of twenty steps, your ridiculously cute neighborâs daughter had introduced herself, adopted you, and informed you that her very attractive father cried during Studio Ghibli movies. Which, if you were being honest with yourself, only made him more attractive
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Having a ridiculously hot neighbor that now you knew cried to peak studio animation films was hard. Not because he was a nuance, well in a way he was, because he was just so good looking, but no it was hard because he was attractive and didnât know it.
It was a saturday afternoon and you were on your balcony, your cat Turok purring on the patio chair while you watered your dying chilĂŠ plant. You heard a childâs laughter and it caught your attention so you looked down at the playground area of your apartment complex. And there playing in the sprinklers was Satsuko in a pink tanktop and purple shorts, her hair in two pigtails, running around while her dad who was so graciously blessing the whole entirety of the complex with his muscles, chased her. They were both laughing, both enjoying the day while you were enjoying the view.
Your cat meowed like he was judging you and you smacked your teeth at him as if what he thought about you really mattered. And as if she heard or felt you staring at her⌠Satsuko looked up directly at your balcony, you had maybe 1.5 seconds to react before she was yelling and trailing her hands at you like a maniac, her bangs bouncing in her eyes as she yelled hello
âHiiiiâ she screamed from across the lawn
you waved back, and you felt the heat creeping up your neck and towards your cheeks, feeling hyper aware of your outfit as Chan had looked up to see what his daughter was waving and yelling at. You were in your pajamas still, despite it being almost 1:00 pm. A maroon tanktop with grey and pink plaid pajama shorts.
Chan said something to Satsuko you couldnât quite hear before she ran away from him, and he chased her again. You went back inside your cat meowing as if his whole day had been ruined by the loud little four year old downstairs. You chuckled, settling onto your couch, for exactly 10 seconds of peace before there was a loud banging on your door, your cat jumped and scrambled towards the back as the knocking turned into ringing on your door bell, and then the very loud yelling of a certain four year old.
âMiss Y/nieeeâ you heard
âOpen up please, hurryâ
The yelling was loud and persistent and sounded urgent so you opened the door, expecting something to help with, but no, it was just an out of breath Satsuko smiling while heaving like she ran up all 3 flights of stairs. âHiii Miss Y/N!!â Satsuko waved enthusiastically, and just as you were about to say something back you heard the very fast and frantic sound of flipflops on concrete steps, and then the voice of Chan
âSatsuko Bangâ The sound of her full name made the little girl's eyes widen and she ran into your apartment hiding behind your body, but then she saw Turok, so she chased her down the hall towards the back room. Chan appeared in front of your door, sweating and heavily breathing but looking stupidly attractive like the steps hadnât winded him.
âWhere is she?â He asked. Just then Satsuko peaked her head out from the back room, her pig tail swinging slightly. âHi daddy,â she said, giving him a big smile.
âGet out of this girls house, what if she kidnaps you and turns you into Satsuko soup?â Chan threatened, You laughed because it was so absurd to say that to a child but it seemed to scare her because she ran out screaming into her dads legs. He caught her, picking her up as she tried to hide her face in his neck. âYou donât ever run away from daddy like that again! Do you hear me Satsukoâ He said talking to her but her face was still in his neck, he rubbed her back
âIâm so sorryâ He offered to you, you shook your head âNo worries, glad I can scare your daughter into not going into strangers housesâ You laughed and chan gave you a smile, the kind that he probably hadnât used in a long time because he seemed to be shocked that he was even smiling in the first place. Satsuko looked at you and when you smiled she screeched and tucked her head back where it was.
âSee Satsuko, sheâs already planning on turning you into Suko on a stickâ Chan teased while pinching her side, she giggled and hugged her dad tighter. âAgain so sorry, weâll get out of your hairâ Chan smiled, Satsuko looked up
âDaddy said you had a pretty buttâ Satsuko giggled. Chan went pink from his neck all the way to the roots of his hair, He looked down at his daughter then at you like he was just accused of murder. âI- No- Satsuko I didnât say thatâ He said but it sounded non-convincing.
âYes you did Daddy, you said last night that Y/N had a nice looking- and then you said a bad word, you were telling uncle Kookieâ She accused. âSatsukoâ he threatened
âdaddy iâm not lyingâ
âShe totally isâ Chan offered. You were standing there amused and flattered by the comment. âI seeâ you finally said, crossing your arms and leaning your hip against the door frame. Chan swallowed. âWell weâll just be on our wayâ Chan said backing away, you raised an eyebrow âUh huhâ you said watching him awkwardly back away, he finally turned around and hurried back down the stairs mumbling some to his daughter you couldnât quite hear but something along the lines of ânever letting her stay up againâ
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You were walking back from checking your mailbox in the office on a sunday afternoon when you saw Chan again, looking unfortunately handsome in a white tanktop and baggy jean shorts and he had on white socks and some stupid shark slides that you saw Satsuko put in her mouth and run around a few times. He was pulling his washing machine out of his apartment, and it seemed he had dyed his hair a platinum blonde which made him look 100x hotter in your horny honest opinion.
âHello Neighborâ you said, causing him to turn around. He had on a pair of small metal armed glasses, and he looked so sexually pathetic, sweat from extrusion sliding down his temple. âOh-um⌠Y/N hiâ He said wiping the sweat from his head, his eyes seem to have landed on the rather large amount of cleavage you were showing, the buttons of your gray tanktop undone. âIs that thing broken?â you asked pointing towards the white washing machine with your mail. He turns to looks the machine then back at you.
âuh, yeah. Itâs been broken since we moved in and the landlord hasnât fixed it. MâSorta drowning in laundry at the moment so iâm going to head to the laundry mat to get some of it done before Satsuko comes back from her momsâ He said running his hand through his new blonde hair. You saw the stress in his face, in the way his shoulders were hunched like laundry had been one of many things that has made his life difficult. You licked your lips, and looked at the washing machine, then back at him.
âIf itâs any help⌠or less moneyâ You started âYou can use mineâ You offered. He looked at you for a second before blinking âI couldnât- it⌠i donât think-â He struggled
âItâs no big deal really! I canât imagine going a week without my washing machine and here you are going a full month⌠really itâs my treatâ You offered.
Chan opened him mouth to say something, maybe another no. Maybe you had overstepped, made him uncomfortable with your insistence, but he just smiled gratefully
âi-okay, what the heck, why notâ He chuckled, you smiled, part relieved he didnât reject you, âokay! well just knock when your ready, iâll be homeâ You said awkward, he chucked leaning against the washing machine, âokayâ You shot him finger guns and laughed, turning away and internally cringing at yourself because what the hell? who even did finger guns.
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Back at your apartment, you cleaned up a bit, lighting a candle so it at least smelt nice in there. Just as you were adjusting the legs of your jean shorts there was a knock on the door. You opened to see Chan with a tall, white laundry basket and a little circular pink one on top of it. He brought his own soap and fabric softener.
âYou came!â You said moving aside to let him in. He came in toeing his shoes off by the door, âYou invited me?â He smiled, âyes.. I did! Well the laundry room is back hereâ You said walking towards the back. You had a spare bedroom for when your siblings came to visit that you had also put the washer and dryer in. You showed him how to use the washer and dryer before leaving him to it while you busied yourself in the kitchen. You were pouring yourself a glass of wine when he came back out. âUhh thanks again for letting me use the washer⌠you saved me like 20 bucks in gasâ He chucked. âItâs no problem, you're free to use it anytimeâ You said before taking a sip of the wine in your glass, he nodded looking around the kitchen,
âOh crap⌠I'm being rude arenât I⌠do you want a glass?â She asked, already getting out a glass. âIâm- no iâm okayâ He said putting his hands out, âyou sure? this stuff is the expensive kind⌠It's really good!â You advertised, he thought for a moment, he hadn't been able to relax and drink a nice glass of wine in a few months, with the divorce and move things had been pretty stressful. âSure, why not right!â He finally said.
You poured him a glass and before you knew it you were sitting on your couch talking to him about his life. He was telling you a story of the time Satsuko had hidden his keys so he didnât go to work, but ended up forgetting where she hid them.
âYeah so i was searching for hours for my keys and that little bug hid them in the cookie jarâ He laughed through a sip of wine. You chuckled setting your glass down on the table. âShe must really be obsessed with youâ You said warmly,
âyeah.. she is. Sheâs my babyâ He said, twirling the red wine around in his cup. âWell your one hell of a dadâ You offered, he smiled looking at you with that glazed over look you get after one to many drinks. You sucked in a breath. âYou think so?â He asked, his voice soft. âMhmmâ you nodded.
âI try so hard for her. After her mother and I divorced she took it pretty hard, so I try to keep her happy as much as I canâ He said, there was a comfortable heavy silence that settled over them.
âWhatâs the story behind that? If you donât mind me asking?â You asked suddenly. He didnât look up from his drink but he didnât look uncomfortable either. âWe just- I guess we werenât meant to be. We had different goals and lifestylesâ he said honestly. You licked your lips, tasting the sweet wine on them. âWe probably have more in common then me and my ex wifeâ He joked, the joke had an unmistakable weight to it, and you were about to say something when you heard the dryer beep. He looked towards the back. âSats clothes are doneâ He hummed, getting up from the couch to collect them, for some reason you followed, watching him grab the clothes from the dryer and start folding them.
You walked over sitting on the end of the bed, and helping him fold the little shirts and shirts. It was quiet other than the intake of breath Chan was breathing and the sound of you shaking the wrinkles out of the clothes. Maybe it was the wine, or the intimacy of the folding his daughterâs laundry together but you asked him,
âDid you really say I had a nice ass?â
Chan chucked as he folded a pair of Satsukoâs underwear, âYou remember that conversation?â He asked
âYeah? kind of hard not to remember your hot neighbor saying you have a nice assâ She teased. Chan let out a puff of air, or more so it sounded like it got punched out of him. âWhat?â he asked
You looked at him, like you hadnât just admitted he was hot. Like it didnât matter that you acknowledged his attractiveness. âWhat do you mean?â you asked, folding a pair of pink socks together.
âDid you just call me hot?â He asked
âDid you say I had a nice ass?â you countered
âno..â he said, there was an awkward silence as his statement settled in the room. Your fingers awkwardly fumbling with the socks in your hands
âi said you ass would look good against my cockâ he said looking at you, no you made a sound like you had air punched out of you.
âchan..â you said
âI donât have to pick up Satsuko for another two hoursâ He said quickly. You licked your lips, contemplating your next move, but it seems the power of dick had taken over because you crawled towards him, knocking Satsukoâs clothes off the bed and pulling him in to kiss you. His hands immediately found your waist, squeezing where your tanktop had risen from the movement. The kiss was frantic and wet, sloppy even. Your arms wrapping around his neck, as you settled into a comfortable position in his lap. Rolling your hips, the seam of your jean shorts rubbing perfectly against your clit making your whimper into his mouth.
âFuckâ Chan groaned as the friction of the jeans on jeans caught his tip deliciously. His hands slid up your shirt from the back, feeling the smooth skin, then they moved forwards to the sides, the shirt moving more up with the movement. Your hands were threading through the back of his hair, as your lips moved down from his lips to his jaw and then his throat, your lips sucking in his sweet spot on the side of his neck, below his earlobe. He whimpered, like audibly whimpered, his hands squeezing your sides
âmmhmâ he whimpered, you went back up kissing him again this time you were desperate, and messy, hips rolling a bit faster against his growing erection, he pulled back, taking the glasses and putting them on the night stand next to the bed, just to go back to kissing you, his hands started groping your tits through the front of your shirt, you moaned, throwing your head back and he took the chance to move to your neck, licking your throat and sucking on your pulse point, making you moan, and bite your lip slightly, your hands tightening in his hair. âDoes that feel good?â he asked with a cocky tone in his voice, you could hear the smirk in his voice. You just whimpered in response, your brain not comprehending words for you to speak. You feel his hands move in and grip the top hem of your tank top, he tugs, hard and thereâs a loud crisp;
KRRRRRK
Heâd ripped your shirt down the middle, the fabric folding under the pressure he used to pull it apart. Your tits were out now, nipples dark and pebbled. He looked down, and laughed to himself like he didnât know his own strength. âI liked that shirtâ you pouted, popping your chest out, an invitation for him. âI like it better in piecesâ he said.
He cupped your breast, his palm fitting perfectly over the soft mound. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing against the hardened peak of your nipple. A soft, breathy whimper escaped your lips, your hands tightening impossibly harder in his hair.
"Chan," she breathed, her voice a ragged whisper.
He didn't respond, just continued his focused, deliberate exploration. His hand slid down from her breast, over the soft curve of her tummy, his fingers tracing the delicate skin just above the waistband of her shorts. He squeezed her hip, his thumb stroking the hollow of her bone, before his hand began its ascent again, back up to her breast, squeezing a little harder this time, eliciting another, louder whimper from her. Your hands went down to his shoulders, then his biceps, to the front where you could feel the toned muscles of his front, his abs and pecs.
Your nails scratched at his stomach, dragging red marks across his pale skin, that had him breathing heavily through his nose and biting down into the soft skin of your shoulder, not hard but enough to make you make a noise somewhere between a seethe and a moan. Chanâs hand slid from your breast down your body towards the front of your shorts, your head went back, letting moans coming out of your mouth as his lips trailed down your neck to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and biting done and pulling looking up at you, your head was thrown back and he can see you swallow heavily.
Your hand coming back to the back of his head holding him closer and you looked down at him, your eyes met and in that moment you probably both realized how crazy this was, because you both broke into a smile and then a breathy laugh that turned into a moan for you, but neither of you cared because you two didnât pull away or stop. He continued his assault on your nipple, while his hand expertly unbuttoned your shorts and pulled one side down before he gave up just shoving his hand down your shorts, rubbing your pussy through the purple thong you had on.
In that moment chan realized heâd actually hadnât slept with someone who wore a thong since he was like 18. His wife didnât wear them in the 12 years they were together. He pulled the string of the thong letting it snap against the kim of her hip. âHow old are you?â he asked suddenly, his lips still wrapped around her nipple, âwhat?â she asked in a whimper as he sucked harder. âYour age? what your age baby?â He asked, pressing kisses against her sternum. â20â she said his fingers still rubbing her through her thong. He licked the skin between her boobs, kissing where his tongue had just ran, âHow did you get the wine?â He asked her as if he didnât believe he was only 20. âgiftâ she moaned, âFrom my grandmaâ She whimpered as his fingers pulled out of her shorts.
âYou're youngâ He said pulling your shorts down, you kicked them off spreading your legs so he could fit himself between them. He positioned himself on his knees, your legs on either side of his thighs, his hands were spread out rubbing down your belly, and pulling the thong upwards so it slipped between the lips of your pussy, he pulled it up a bit harder letting the bunched fabric catch your clit. âOhh Chanâ you moaned, groping your own tits. âYou like that?â he asked, doing it again. Your hips were rolling against the fabric of your underwear, eyes rolling back. âmmhmm feels so goodâ You say lolling your head to the side as you enjoyed the pleasure.
He pulled the underwear down, away from your pussy, arousal string from your cunt to your underwear, you pouted. His palm rest on the crevice of your bikini line where your thigh met your hip, his thumb sliding up and down your slit, collecting your slick and rubbing it against your clit. You were moaning loudly, thighs spreading out more, toes flexing against the cotton sheets of the guest bed. With one hand he undid his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down enough to where his cock came out. He was thick and heavy, his tip a pretty flushed pink that ombrĂŠ-d to a pretty pale pink color. He was already leaking pre-cum, salty fat pearls dribbling down the head and towards the bottom of his shaft. He jerked himself a few times, before lining himself up with her entrance.
He pushed slightly, as if plugging her up with the tip. She whined, reaching forward to stroke the back end of his cock, then he drug himself up, collecting the slick, and thrusting up towards her clit, she gasped as the thick head caught on her clit, he rubbed at her for a bit, letting the tip get all slick before sliding back down to her entrance. He pushed in and they both gasped, his hands holding her thighs, he rolled his hips towards letting the rest go all the way in till his thighs met the curve of her ass.
âFuuuckk, thatâs perfect right thereâ He said, his head thrown back. Enjoying the way her pussy clenched and unclenched around his girth. Her thighs were trembling, one hand holding her up on her elbow, while the other was in her mouth getting her middle and ring finger slick with spit before she reached down and started rubbing her clit. Chan chucked
âdirty girlâ he tutted, his hips rolling out then back in like an ocean tide, her fingers circled in the same rhythm.
âBeen thinking about this pussy ever since i saw you with those groceriesâ Chan said, watching himself disappear into her cunt, just to come out sopping wet. âOh yeah?â Nete moaned, âBeen dreaming of fucking me?â she taunted rolling her eyes back as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, that made her turns curl and her fingers tremble against her clit. âmmhmm⌠been jerking off to this right hereâ he said spreading her lips open with a sly smile, she clenched causing his dick to be sucked in deeper,
âfuck, look at her! sheâs just sucking me in like she knows sheâs made for this dickâ Chan groaned. She let out a whimper, the soft squelch of her pussy squeezing chanâs cock made her brain so fuzzy. âYouâre so fucking dirty for an old manâ She said moving her hand to the bed to hold her up on both elbows. Chan pulled her in closer, pushing her legs up and opening them more. âLook how greedy sheâs being, wonât even let me goâ Chan taunted, âLike she knows where home is atâ He laughed, before quickening his thrust, her tits bouncing in her chest with each thrust. He pulled all the way out, and she pouted, pushing herself down the bed, as if her cunt was chasing his cock. âYou want it bad donât you baby?â Chan asked her with a sly smile
âPleaseâ She begged pathetically, her fingers back to circling her clit in desperate need to cum. âPlease what?â Chan teased sliding just the tip in. âPlease fuck meâ she cried, that was all he needed before he starting thrusting fast into her. His hips listening into her sopping cunt like they both needed it to survive, her whole body shook, the bed creaked under them, the headboard hitting the wall in a rhythmic thump. Chan pushed one leg flat against the bed, bringing the other to rest on his shoulder, her body turned so he was hitting it at a different angle. So many sounds were getting punched out of her and Chan had this cocky arrogant smile on his face.
âRight there huh? Pretty pussy loves when I hit that spot right there?â Chan asked as he hit a particularly warm, mushy spot that had her reaching for his hip. âThat makes your pussy creamy?â He asked, spreading her lips once more to see the white ring she was leaving around the base of his cock. âLook at that, think she just proposed to meâ He teased her, making her whimper and hug the pillow next to her.
âI'm g-gonna cumâ she said into the pillow. He pulled out and flipped her onto her knees, pulling her arms back and slipping back in, her body fell forwards only being held up from falling face first into the bed by chan holding her arms behind her. He fucked her from the back, the heavy wet
Thwack
Thwack
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making chan see stars. He watched the way the fat of her ass bounced against his pelvis. His pale cock disappearing between her tan cheeks. âFuck, knew this ass looked goodâ He said letting one hand go, she caught herself on the bed, using the hand to hold herself up while chan smack a hand down on her cheek, a red mark blooming. He lowered her arm to rest on the small of her back before he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
âgonna make you cum on my cock, sweet heart. You want that? Wanna show me what kind of mess you can make for me?â He asked her, she just nodded, tears rolling down her cheeks from how thouroughly fucked she felt. âGonna need an award for this pussy baby, best pussy vâever hadâ He said, smacking her ass again. She moaned, particularly loud clenching around him. âCan feel you tightening, ready to cum baby?â He asked and before she could answer he went at an alarmingly, inhuman speed, the sound alone made her cum. She finished with a loud whine, and chan quickly pulled out stroking his cock over her back a few times before shooting his cum across her back and ass
âfuckkk yeah, ohhh yeahâ he groaned emptying himself. They were both breathing heavily. Her body tired and laid in her tummy, her feet in the air lazily kicking as she actually drooled on herself. She did notice him move until she felt something warm and wet on her back, he grabbed a cloth and ran warm water over it and began cleaning her up. He was careful, pressing kisses to her shoulders and down the center of her back.
âDid so good fâme y/nieeeâ âmy sweet girlâ he praised, she sighed, and turned on her back to actually face him. And this was not the chan he was 2 minutes ago, this was a father of a sweet little girl, not the man who just fucked her into the mattress. He leaned down and kissed her, it was a soft, gentle kiss. One that grounded them, He relaxed into the bed, groaning as his body settled. âHavenât done that in monthsâ He said, stretching his arm. âDidnât seem like itâ you giggled, laying your hand in his stomach, your fingers traced the red marks that seemed to puff up along his stomach.
âI could get used to thatâ He said,
âMmâ You hummed, They laid there in silence for a bit, listening to each other's heartbeat and breathing before you fell asleep. Chan had reached for his phone texting, Satsukoâs mom that he couldnât pick her up that night, which was fine because Satsuko was already asleep and he could go get her in the morning. Chan set the phone down and wrapped an arm around you kissing the top of your head, you hummed in your sleep before settling and cuddling into his side.
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The next morning Chan had left early to pick up his daughter. He was still sore, from the nightâs previous activities, so when he got home he took a hot bath, when he got out he put on sweats and went to the kitchen to make Satsuko some breakfast but when she saw him she gasped
âDaddyâ she said pointing at him,
âwhat is it love big?â he asked
âWhere you at Miss Y/nies?â she asked her big eyes full of curiosity, He almost choked on his spit, âWhat? How did you know?â He asked looking at her with furrowed brows
âTurok got you,â she said matter of factly. He looked at her like she was crazy before she pointed to his belly. âTurok scratched up your tummy daddyâ She said and he looked down to see your scratch marks on his stomach, âright that catâŚâ he said
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an: after months hereâs the dilf ! chan fic i promisedđĽšđ¤đž
MY BIRTHDAY IS SATURDAY SO I WILL BE UPLOADING A FIC THAT DAY!! YOU GUYS DECIDED WHICH ROUTE TO TAKE!!
or comment a recommendation!!
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can we get a pt2 for the perv!chan? i feel like its such a underrated genre because he would never do smth like this irl but regardless its still SO good & underrated ^^
perv!chan
Blinds Wide Open
Synopsis: Part 2 of âHeâs At Your Windowâ
Warnings: protected!sex, cowgirl, slight dry!humping, hand!job, boob/nipple(slight) play, i think thatâs all!!
authors note: by popular demand⌠part 2!!
It had been a week since Chan had gotten that damn airdrop. A week since he last saw you. He locked himself in his house. He was embarrassed, so childishly embarrassed about the fact that he gotten caught watching you finger yourself.
He knows youâre leaving your house regularly because he can hear your front door slam around 8 every morning, he hears you yelling to the elderly neighbor across from you. He hears your friends laughing about drinks, and jokes.
He knows itâs obviously not a big deal if you asked him to join you, but thinking about the fact that you saw him, desperate, humping his kitchen sink, recording you, that made his neck heat up and bloom red all the way to the tips of his pale ears. He visibly recoiled every morning thinking of it.
After 7 long, grueling, self reflecting days, heâd finally gotten the courage to step outside, he was out of food, and he couldnât order in another day or his stomach would begin to hate him and collapse. So he waited till he heard you leave to work at 8, and then he left. Got in his car and left as quickly as possible before you came back for whatever reason, early.
Heâd been shopping the grocery store for maybe 5 minutes, wondering aimlessly in the fruit isle, while he created a list of everything he needed. He wasnât paying attention to where exactly he was pushing the cart, so imagine his suprise when his cart hit something and they yelped. He looked up, eyes wide and his eyebrows upturned, ready to apologize.
But he felt his heart drop to his ass when youâŚ
of all people you.
Were staring at him like heâd just offended you. He swallowed, it was almost audible under the sound of his own heart beat, he felt that familiar heat, build in his chest and spread up till you could see the flush in his neck and ears. âIâm- are you- oh my godâ was all he managed.
He was such a clumsy stupid boy, why was he so nervous. Your face softened and you looked almost amused now, âOhâ you said her shoulders relaxing.
Oh? What did you mean Oh? He thought.
âItâs youâ you said turning fully around, you were still sandwiched between his cart and yours, but you pushed his back towards him, walking around just a bit closer, and crossing your arms with a sly, smug smile.
âItâs me?â Chan countered, straightening his shoulders, but his knees trembled. âmmhmm, you! The pervertâ You said so calmly, like that was a name anyone could call anybody.
He stepped fowards, reaching out, almost pushing his hand to your mouth as if he could push the name back into your mouth. He pulled his hand back when he realized he didnât even know you, he redacted his hands nervously running them through his hair. âIâm not-â He began loudly, but he mustâve realized the depth of words in a small town cause he lowered his voice âIâm not a pervertâ He said softly
âRight⌠was that not you?â You asked pointing a finger at his chest. âYou know⌠with the camera in the windowâ You said cocking your head to the side, smiling like youâd just figured something out. Chan swallowed,
âIâm- That wasnât- itâs not-â The sentences, werenât forming. He probably sounded so fucking pathetic right now. âItâs not what?â You laugh, âWhat it looked like?â You tease, you see his neck turn a deeper shade of red, âRelax, iâm just pulling your legâ You say coolly, âItâs okayâ You say stepping back, he needed some space, clearly cause he was the same shade as the tomatoes beside them.
âCan we- maybe⌠start over?â Chan asked scratching the back of his neck, You lick your lips, blinking before smiling again. When you and him had introduced yourself properly, chan figured out a little more about you. He found out, that you worked at a Daycare, that you were currently buying snacks for the kids for a class party, and that you needed to buy kitchen curtains.
Heâd gotten your number and you guys had been texting off and on for a few days. You were obviously busy with the kids and he was lowkey just waiting around for your replies. Until one night.
It was a saturday afternoon. You were making pasta, and you miscalculated the serving size, so you had tons of extras, so you decided to share⌠with Chan. You texted him, biting the inside of your lip as you hit send and set the phone down on the counter beside you.
You: hey perv
You: do you want pasta?
the reply was instant, like he was waiting in the chat for you to text him
Chan: Yes!
chan deleted message
Chan: Yeah⌠be over in a sec
You laughed, because what a fucking loser. But you got out an extra bowl and filled it with the creamy chicken alfredo youâd made. Exactly 30 seconds after you set the bowl in the microwave to keep it warm, there was a knock on the door, you opened it to see Chan, standing in pajama pants and a tank top, he smelt like cologne, expensive fresh cologne.
âHeyâ he said stepping in, you moved aside, smiling at him. âHi, your bowls in the microwaveâ You said shutting the door, you walked behind him as he sat at the table, you got his bowl and set it on the table, taking your ow seat across from him. âI made too much pastaâ You said twirling your fork to collect your noodles. He nodded awkwardly, heâd never been in your house, so it was weird sitting at your dining table like he wasnât watching you touch your self on the couch 10 feet away.
You saw him side eyeing the couch and you smiled. âDonât like the leather?â You asked, he looked at you, âhmm?â he asked âMy couch⌠you keep looking at it? do you like the color?â You ask again, licking the alfredo off your fork. He swallowed, but nodded. âIt was my momâsâ You said pushing the plate of garlic bread towards him, he took one.
âItâs nice right? So comfyâ âYou should try it out!â You said enthusiastically, he swallowed a noodle, his eyes staring at the plate as he registered what you were asking, âCome on Channie⌠try the couchâ You said getting up and walking towards it, you plopped down, the cool leather touching your skin. You shivered. Chan stood up, walking slowly to the couch, he sat on the cushions, and settled into the spot next to you, âNice isnât it?â You ask looking at him through your eyelashes
It felt like any other couch, there was nothing special about it. âAnd itâs got a nice view⌠look at that! Directly into your kitchenâ You say pointing to the sink window. He felt his blood run cold, not in a scared type of way, in a âOh shit i forgot i did thatâ type of way. You smiled letting your hand fall and land on his lap.
âTell me Chan⌠what were you going to do with the video?â You asked rubbing your palm along the plaid of his pajama pants. His breath hitched, but nothing came out. âHmm?â You poked, âAre you gonna answer?⌠or are you just gonna pretend im not talkingâ You asked, pushing your hand higher, his dick was half hard against his thigh, you could feel it under your fingers. âI was gonna touch my selfâ He whispered, he sounded so pathetic, so ridiculously stupid. But you couldnât bother to care, not when he look so good, you leaned in, your breast pressing against his bicep, and you began kissing his neck,
You pressed hot, open mouthed, kisses along the side of his neck, your tongue flicking out to taste the salt of his skin, before taking the flesh between your skin and sucking softly. He moaned, his fist clenching the fabric of his pants in his palms. âPleaseâ He says breathlessly as your head dips lower to the base of his neck. You pepper kisses back up to his lips, hovering over his lips, looking at his features up close. His lips were so soft and plump looking, you smiled, leaning in to kiss him
You guys began a slow makeout, your leg swinging over his thighs to straddle him, you moved his hands from beside you, to your ass, and you felt him squeeze the fat of it. You bit his bottom lip at that, letting him pull you closer so your chest and bellies were pressed to eachother. You hands were on his shoulders, but they moved so your arms rested on his shoulders, your hands sliding up the back of his head and tangling in his hair. He whimpered.
You smiled against his lips, pulling back, rolling your hips against the fabric of his pants, you hummed, âthat feel good?â He ask, one hand was palming your ass, while the other slid up your side, âMmhnmâ you hum, leaning back in to kiss him, wet snacks filled the room, the connection of lips, and saliva. Chan pushed his tongue out, and your opened your mouth, letting him in, your tongues meeting in your mouth. You giggle as you pushed his out of your mouth till they were just pressed together in the middle, he put his tongue back in his mouth, kissing the corner of your mouth, then the curve of your jaw, and down your neck, sucking hickies into your skin,
âChanâ you breathed out, your voice a high whimper, as his tongue flicked that sweet spot by your jugular. âHmm?â he asked sucking that spot, your writhed in his lap, your fingers curling and pulling the strands of hair in your fist. âFeels goodâ You say, sliding one hand down between you too to massage his cock through his pants. He was hard, you felt him under the cloth. âYou feel so bigâ You whisper, kissing his mouth again, he smiles into it, his hands sliding up your back and towards to hold your breast. His palms were warm, physically rough with callouses, but soft with the sensitive mounds. You moaned louder, arching into his touch, pressing your chest harder against his calloused palms as he kneaded your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt.
The roughness of his skin dragging over your nipples sent sharp sparks straight between your legs. Chan groaned low in his throat when your fingers tightened around the thick outline of him, stroking slowly, deliberately, feeling every twitch and pulse beneath the cotton of his pajama pants.
âTease,â he muttered against your lips, voice gravel-rough and amused. âBeen teasing me for weeks⌠walking around in those little shorts, leaving your window open⌠knew exactly what you were doing.â
You smiled, a little wicked, a little breathless. âYou liked watching.â
âLiked?â He huffed a laugh that turned into a hiss when you squeezed him harder. âBaby, Iâve been losing my fucking mind.â
His hands slid under your shirt in one smooth motion, shoving the fabric up and over your head before you could blink. Cool air hit your skin, then his hot mouth was on you, open kisses down the center of your chest, tongue swirling around one nipple before he sucked it between his lips, hard enough to make your hips jerk in his lap.
âChanâ Your voice cracked, fingers scrabbling at the waist band of his pants. âWant to feel you. Please.â
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and blown wide, lips shiny. âYeah? You sure?â
You nodded frantically, already working the fabric down. âBeen sure since the night I caught you standing in your window with your hand down your pants.â
A flush crawled up his neck, but he didnât look embarrassed, more like proud. âShouldâve invited me in then.â
âShouldâve,â you agreed, shoving his pajamas and boxers down just enough to free him. He was thick, heavy in your hand, the head already slick and flushed dark. You swiped your thumb over the slit and he bucked up into your grip with a choked curse.
âFuck careful,â he panted, forehead dropping to your shoulder. âBeen thinking about this too long.â
You stroked him slowly, savoring the way he throbbed, the way his breath hitched every time your fingers circled the sensitive ridge under the head. His hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, sliding up to cradle your face, then back down to squeeze your ass and grind you against him.
âWant you inside,â you whispered, voice trembling with want. âRight now.â
Chan exhaled hard through his nose, like he was trying to keep control. âCondom?â
âside table,â you said, already reaching blindly toward it while still rocking against him.
He beat you to it, long arm stretching easily, ripping the drawer open and fishing out the foil packet. He tore it open with his teeth, and the sight of it, his sharp jaw working, eyes locked on yours, made your core clench around nothing.
You lifted your hips just enough for him to shove your sleep shorts and panties to the side. No preamble, no slow fingering, you were already soaked, had been since he first put his mouth on your neck. He lined himself up, the blunt head nudging your entrance, and paused.
âLook at me,â he rasped. Your eyes snapped to his.
âWant to see your face when I fill you up.â
Then he pushed in, slow at first, letting you feel every thick inch stretching you open. Your mouth fell open on a silent gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. He didnât stop until he was buried to the hilt, hips flush against yours, both of you trembling. âGodâŚfuck,â he groaned, head tipping back, throat working. âSo tight⌠so fucking perfect.â
You clenched around him on purpose, just to hear the broken sound he made.
He started moving then, slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged against every sensitive place inside you. Each thrust punched little whimpers out of your throat. Your arms wound around his neck, forehead pressed to his, mouths brushing but not quite kissing, just sharing ragged breaths.
âBeen dreaming about this,â he confessed between thrusts, voice wrecked.
âEvery time I saw your light on⌠every time you left that window open a little wider⌠fuck, Iâd stroke myself so hard thinking about bending you over andââ
You cut him off with a messy kiss,
tongue sliding against his as you rocked down to meet every roll of his hips. You gasped against his mouth. âharder.â
His control snapped like a frayed wire. Chan gripped your hips with bruising force and started fucking up into you in earnest, deep, punishing strokes that made the couch creak under you both.
You cried out, head falling back, and he latched onto your throat again, sucking a fresh mark over the first one while he pounded into you. âGonna make you come so hard you forget how to tease,â he growled against your skin.
One hand slipped between your bodies, rough fingertips finding your clit and rubbing fast, messy circles.
Your thighs shook, pleasure coiling so tight it almost hurt.
âChan. mâgonnaâŚoh godâ
âCome on, baby,â he panted, thrusts turning erratic. âLet me feel it. Let me feel you soak my cock.â That did it.
You shattered around him with a broken cry, walls fluttering and squeezing so hard he swore violently. He fucked you through it, dragging the orgasm out until you were trembling, oversensitive, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.
He followed right after, hips pushing deep one last time as he came with a guttural moan, pulsing inside you, filling the condom while his whole body shook.
For a long minute you just stayed like that, sweaty, panting, wrapped around each other. His arms came around you, gentler now, one hand stroking up and down your spine while the other cupped the back of your head.
Eventually he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss under your jaw.
âgot any more of that pasta?â he murmured, lips curving into a lazy smile against your skin.
You laughed, breathless and dazed. âYeah⌠but itâs definitely cold now.â
âthatâs okayâŚ,â he said, nuzzling into your neck. âMeans weâve got time for round two before we reheat it.â
đ¤Šđ¤Šđ¤Š pt2
hybird!kitty!jisung x reader x hybird!kitty!felix
Switched
Synopsis: When your two kitties get needy, you have to help them⌠but you didnât expect yourself to get needy too⌠and like the good best friends they were, they helped you get off too.
Warnings: AFAB!reader, switch!reader, switch!jilix, dry humping, jisung and felix in girls clothes, hybrids, edging, terrible writing lowkey đľ
The three of you were stretched out on the soft bed in your room. The sun spilling in golden streaks across your bodies. Jisung purred softly as the sun warmed his belly, and Felix yawned, stretching his arms over his head, his white fluffy ears twitching. They lived with you in a cozy apartment far from prying eyes, a little trio that worked perfectly. Most months, their heats synced up, turning your calm boys into purring, clingy messes who begged for your touch. This time was no different.
Felix was the first to crack.
His freckled cheeks flushed deep pink, snowy ears twitching as he crawled into your lap on the bed, nuzzling under your chin with soft, desperate mewls. âNeed you⌠so hot, please,â he whimpered, tail wrapping tight around your wrist like he couldnât bear any space between you.
Jisung wasnât far behind, whining from the spot beside you, already stripped down to just his loose checkered blue and white boxers. He pressed against your side, grinding shamelessly against your hip.
âIt hurts⌠wanna be good for you, but it hurts.â
You smiled, stroking Felixâs soft white ears while reaching back to scratch under Jisungâs chin. âIâve got you both. Letâs take care of it.â You guided them to the floor, where youâd already laid out soft blankets and pillows.
First, the fun part, the part where you took control. Youâd bought the outfits weeks ago, lacy and delicate: thigh-high stockings and garter sets for both, paired with sheer panties that barely contained them. Felix looked sinful in red lace panties that hugged his hips, the fabric straining against his leaking cock. Jisungâs were pale pink, the color making his flushed skin glow. They knelt on the bed, tails flicking nervously, ears pinned back in embarrassment and arousal.
âSo pretty,â you murmured, circling them. âMy good kitties in their little outfits.â
Felix keened, hips jerking when you dragged a finger along the edge of his panties. Jisung bit his lip, already trembling. You edged them mercilessly.
For Felix, you stroked him through the lace slow, firm pulls until his thighs shook and he sobbed, âPleaseâŚgonna come!â
âNot yet.â You stopped, watching him writhe, tail thrashing. His cock was pink and flushed in your hand, the slit pushing out little beads of his salty pre-cum, his cock visibly trembled, his balls growing tight under your hand as you held the base. Felixâs cock wasnât huge, popular to contrary beliefs was actually smaller than youâd anticipated. But everything about him was small, his hands his feet, and inevitably his little cock.
Jisung got the same treatment, your hand slipping inside his panties to tease the head, circling until pre-cum soaked the fabric, then pulling away just as his hips bucked. His cock was longer by maybe an inch or two, but he was slimmer, and his balls were smaller. He was a pretty dusty pink color, and his cock curved towards the ground just the slightest bit.
They begged beautifully, voices overlapping in needy whines, ears flat, pupils blown wide. When you finally let them tip over the edge, first Felix with a broken cry, spilling into the lace, then Jisung rutting desperately into your palm, they collapsed against you, purring so loudly the bed vibrated.
You spent the next two days tending to them: feeding them by hand, bathing them, letting them rut against your thigh or into your mouth while you praised how sweet they were. Their heats eased slowly, leaving them soft and cuddly, tails curled around your legs as they slept.
But then⌠your body shifted.
A few days after their heats faded, you felt it, the familiar ache low in your belly, the sensitivity that made even your clothes feel too much. Ovulation. Your skin felt electric, breasts tender, clit throbbing at the slightest brush. You tried to hide it, not wanting to burden them after theyâd just come down.
They noticed anyway.
Felix tilted his head one morning, sniffing the air near your neck. âYou smell⌠different. Sweeter.â His ears perked curiously.
Jisung frowned, pressing his face to your stomach. âWarm here. Are you okay? You keep squirming.â
You sighed, cheeks heating. âItâs my cycle thing. Ovulation. Makes me a little sensitive. Horny. Thoughtful, I guess. Iâll be fine.â
They exchanged a look, those big, round eyes blinking in sync, then turned back to you with matching determined expressions.
Felix nuzzled your cheek. âWe can help. Like you helped us.â
Jisung nodded eagerly, tail swishing. âYeah! Let us take care of you now.â
You laughed softly, but the ache between your legs pulsed at the idea. âOkay, but go slow. Iâm really sensitive right now.â
They didnât go slow.
They started gentle, kissing down your neck, hands roaming softly over your chest, thumbs brushing your nipples until you gasped. Then Felix tugged your shorts down, eyes darkening at how wet you already were.
Jisung climbed into your lap, straddling one thigh while Felix took the other.
They were both hard, cocks bare and leaking as they pressed against you.
Dry humping first.
Felix rocked forward, grinding his length along your thigh, slick from the dribbles of pre-cum, coating him and your skin with every slide. Jisung mirrored him on your other side, hips stuttering as he rutted against your left thigh, the friction making you moan.
âYouâre so wet,â Felix breathed, ears twitching forward. âSmells so goodâŚâ
Jisung whimpered, âCanât stopâ âfeels too niceâ
You clutched their fingers, your soft thighs tensing and lifting to meet their movements. The pressure built fast too fast your oversensitive body chasing release with embarrassing speed.
When you came the first time, it hit hard, thighs tensing under them as you shook. Coming untouched from them humping you was embarrassing enough, butâŚ
They didnât stop.
Jisung kept grinding, faster now, chasing his own high while Felix switched to shallow thrusts, the head of his cock nudging your clit over and over.
âAgain,â Felix purred, voice low. âCome again for us.â
Jisung latched onto your neck, sucking marks while his hips snapped erratically. âPlease wanna feel you come on meâ
You did, twice more, each orgasm ripping through you until you were oversensitive, twitching, tears pricking your eyes from how good it felt. They finally let themselves finish, spilling hot across your stomach and thighs with matching moans, tails wrapping around your waist like they never wanted to let go.
After, they cleaned you up tenderly, Felix licking soft stripes over your skin while Jisung fetched water and a warm cloth. Then they curled around you, one on each side, purring contentedly.
âSee?â Jisung mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your shoulder. âWe can take care of you too.â
Felix pressed a kiss to your temple.
You smiled, boneless and happy, fingers carding through their hair and scratching behind their ears.
Yeah. This worked perfectly.
Okay so i lowkey didnât know how to write this⌠please let me know it this is good or no because iâve never written something like thisđŤśđž - @-nete⨠alsooo this was a request for @berryichimoon !!

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exboyfriend!chan
Ride It
Synopsis: Chan is your ex boyfriend who just canât seem to stay away, so itâs no surprise you find your self in your bedroom riding him, while your very conservative hispanic parents are home.
warnings: cussing, unprotected piv, creampie, oral (m), riding, nipple play, mention of catholic religion, reader is described as mexican, readers parents are anti chan, they get caught
This was dumb. You know it was dumb. But that didnât stop you from opening the door for your ex boyfriend to sneak into your bedroom while your parents were in their bedroom.
You and Chan had been dating off an on for quite some time now, technically you guys never got back together, he just comes around cause he canât stay off of you. Which was why he drove all the way to the other side of town to your parentâs house so he could come see you. Your parents didnât like Chan though. They said he was too mature for you. He was actually the same age as you, but they heard rumors, stories from some of the other parents at mass saying that the Bang boy was the devils lust reincarnated.
You were down for the summer as you were attending college a few hours away. Heâd stayed in town after highschool, so access to you was rather easy. Chan was insatiable, your college friends found that out after heâd drove up to your apartment for the fourth time that week, just to have sex. You both know it was never really sex, not when he cuddled with you afterwards and kissed all the places he grabbed. Yeah no it was definitely not just sex.
It was a friday night, in retrospect you nor chan should have even been in town. You guys should have been out, doing anything but this. It was round 8:00 pm when he knocked, a soft, spaced three knocks that you knew all too well.
Your head whipped up because one, the time was late, for your parents, not for you, and two, chan was here. You threw the blankets off of your legs and ran to the door. You pushed your hair behind your ears and caught your breath, before opening the door to him. You knew you were fucked the moment you saw him. Heâd cut his hair, recently, cause he posted an instagram story a few days ago and his hair was longer then, he was in a black tank top, and grey sweats, with white socks and slides on. He smiled, that stupid smug smile he does when he k owes he already won before even introducing the game.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?â You say, you try to sound mad, you should be mad. Your parents are home, he knows theyâre home because he knows the car they drive, thatâs sitting in the driveway right now. Heâs leaning on the door frame, his stupidly good looking hands shoved into the pickets of his sweats, âyou know what iâm doing hereâ He says pushing himself off the wall and past you into your living room. You close the door quickly, looking back down the hall to your parentâs room, the door was closed but the light was on.
âno no no. my parents are still awake, and they are here⌠chan you canât be hereâ You say is a harsh whisper, he looks down the hall the back at you, with a smirk. âCome on baby⌠iâll be quietâ He says gripping your hips, squeezing the meat that sits on your hips, that he loved so much. âChanâ you say, your hands holding his wrist, he looks at you, his eyes glossed over but that smirk still on his lips, he leans in, kissing your collar bone. You gasp, a soft sound of air being sucked in as his lips find your sweet spot immediately. Your hands fly to the back of his head, fingers carding through the short hair.
âChan⌠the cameraâ you half whisper, half moan, he looks to the side, the white camera is facing towards you, blinking blue, indicating that it was on, but not yet recording. He chuckles into your skin, as you push himself off towards the hall. You both make your way to your room, the one that heâs been in a hounded time. The walls were still pink from when you chose them at the age of 6, and your bed was still a small white metal framed twin bed. You pushed chan, and he landed on your sheets, with a soft thud and a faint squeak of your frame. He chucked, as he pulled the stuffed bear he got you a year ago for valentineâs day, out from under him.
âStill have this little guyâ He ask, moving its hand to wave at you, you roll your eyes, snatching it from him and putting it on the couch behind you. âShut-upâ you say. Chan pulls you towards him by the draw strings of your pajama pants. He leans in kissing the soft swell of your belly, hot open mouthed kisses on your navel and hips. âmhmmâ he hummed into your skin, biting softly at your waist, your hands are on his shoulders, fingers digging into the skin slightly as he sucks on your skin.
âmissed youâ he mumbled into your tummy. You scoff, âmâserious baby⌠need youâ he said looking up, his chin resting on her tummy, she can feel his adamâs apple bobbing against her skin as he swallows. She smiles down at him, her manicured hands running through his dark hair, âyeah? how bad?â she asked teasingly, he smirks, but doesnât answer. âWe canât have sex chanâ you say using your thumbs to trace his eyebrows, âMy parents arenât going to night mass tonightâ You say, he hums as your thumbs began brushing along his temples. âI can make you feel so good thoughâ He says, his hands kneading the fat of your butt, pushing and pulling them apart. âYouâre so stubborn, do you know that?â You smile, letting his hands slide up the fabric of your spandex. âMmm, you like it though, like when i prove you wrongâ He teased, pressing more kisses along your belly. You hummed, not in agreement but at the sheer feeling of his lips on your hot skin.
âCome on? Look how bad i need youâ He says leaning back, to show you the tent in his sweats already. You looked down, seeing the buldge sticking proudly up. Your eyes roll. âCome on⌠touch me babyâ He pleads. You bite your lip, debating, should you or should you not. Your parents are home, and theyâd absolutely beat your butt and send you away on a retreat to find god, if they caught you. But⌠Chan was here, and hard, and begging for you to touch him. So lust over took laws and you pushed chan all the way down. He smirked, cause he won. He won and your werenât even mad about it.
You slid off the pajama shorts and kicked them to the side, climbing over chan, in your pink thong. you sat on his abdomen, thighs on either side of him, his hands rested on your thighs, but soon slid up, pulling the stings of your thong, letting them snap against your skin. âWore this just for me?â He teased, your rolled your eyes, pushing your bangs to the side, as you settled, wigging your hips to find a comfortable position, his hands slid up further, pushing up the shirt, your tummy soft and relaxed as you straddled him.
You began moving your hips, dragging your core against the fabric of his sweats, you both sighed, yours more airier than his. Your hands resting on his chest, as you rolled your hips up and down, letting the friction build against your clit. You closed your eyes, enjoying yourself. âThat feel good, baby? you like that?â Chan asked running his hand further up your shirt, till they almost cupped the under side of your tits, you nodded, âmmhmm, so goodâ you whimpered, you found the exact spot you were looking for, rocking your hips against the thick waist band, where your clit was being stimulated.
The bed squeaked rhythmically under you, soft enough that your parents wouldnât catch though. But just like this alway played out, humping didnât get you off the same way the actual way would, so you sat up, scooted down, and started kissing chanâs v-line, soft wet pecks, and flicks of your tongue, as you looked up at him, he smirked, âYou look good like thatâ He said, âWhen do i not?â Your retorted, letting your teeth graze the skin just under his sweats.
He shivered. You slowly pulled the sweats down, his stupid good looking chrome hearts boxers coming down with them. His cock was tucked in the band of his sweats, leaking dribbles of pre-cum against his navel. âmmhmmmâ you hummed, âPoor baby⌠your leaking all over the placeâ You teased, pressing kisses just around the the tip, barely grazing it. âStop playingâ He smacked his teeth, and you giggled and you picked it up. It was hard, warm and heavy in your hand. A string of pre-cum connecting where he leaked and where the tip sat.
Your movements were slow and measured. Running the tips of your nails up the shaft and around the tip, watching it pulse. Chan knew your game, and he wasnât gonna beg like you wanted him too, not now at least, so he endures this little tease, cause he knew youâd break from being so cock hungry before he begged you to put it in your mouth.
You did that for a bit, before wrapping your fist around the base and squeezing gently, watching pre-cum ooze from the top and dribble down the tip and shaft, you caught it with your tongue, the taste was salty with a soft sweetness from always drinking pineapple juice. He shivered. âGood girlâ He praised, making your smile, and suck on the spot where the mushroomed tip met his shaft.
There was a soft suckling noise, before you pulled away and peppered the whole thing in kisses, giggling as chan rolled his eyes at your teasing. Even in your most hottest moments you had to do something silly or youâd explode he swore. Finally you pressed a kiss to the tip, licking the salty essence that was seeping out, sucking the slit like it was a straw. That had his abs contracting for a second. Your wrapped your lips around the tip, using your tongue to swirl around it, You look up at him through your heavy lashes, the clusters youâd put on, making you look even hotter than chan remembered. You sucked slowy, using your tongue to roll on the under side of his cock.
âYeah baby⌠nnghh- just like thatâ He said pushing your bangs back behind your ear, his fingers threading through the side of your scalp, you hummed around his cock, making him buck his hips up. You sunk your head deeper, letting your throat relax around him, eyes closing as your breathed through youâre nose. His hand held your hair in a fist, bobble my your head along the length of him. The sounds were wet, suctioning, humming.
âUghhh⌠feels so good babyâ he says softly, guiding you up and down his cock in a slow bob. You were enjoying it too, your feet kicking up behind you, rocking back and forth, while you sucked him. He laughed, a low groan, âYour gonna make me loose itâŚ. i swearâ He said throwing his head back.
Your hands moved to his hips, as you forced your head all the way down, a wet squelch and gag coming from your mouth, as his hands rested heavy in the back of your head, holding you down. âLet me hear you baby⌠wanna hear how much you like it tooâ He said voice strained. He lifted his hand and you pulled back with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock, you stroked his dick with your hand, kissing the tip again.
âStill get so hard for meâ you tut, words vibrating off his skin, making his cock twitch. He whines as your hand speeds up just a fraction, the schlick of pre-cum and spit making it noisier. âSay please if you want it faster channieâ You say moving your hair being your shoulders, âPlease babygirl, pleaseâŚâ he whines, âneed it bad, lemme feel your pussyâ He whines. She giggles, sitting up on her knees taking off her shirt and leaving her topless, nipples hard and erect from both the coldness of the room and the arousal. You climbed back over him, his cock, hard and heavy against his tummy again, as you reached down, teasing your self over your underwear.
âYouâre so fucking hot like this⌠my good girl playing with whatâs mineâ He mumbles using his middle finger to stroke down the shaft of his cock. âyours?â you tease, settling on his cock, your puffy wet pussy parting around the thickness of his cock, you rock back and forth his tip hitting your clit. His hands hold your waist sliding up to grab at your tits, heavy and warm in his palms. You throw your head back, sighing softly, liking your head to the side, your gold rosary is cool against the valley of your breast.
You moan soft, âiâm so fucking wet channieâ You whine softly, he nods, âyeah? what are we gonna do about it?â you whimper, lifting your hips and pulling the underwear down and off your legs, chan snatches them from you, pressing them to his nose, and sniffing the sweet musk of your arousal from the crotch of the material. âYouâre disgustingâ you says sliding you hand down, your fingers in a V position as you spread your lips open for him. He just laughs, aligning his tip with your entrance, you lower your self with a sigh,
âMmhmm that feels soo goodâ You hum, eyes closed as you uses the muscles in your thighs to move up and down the length of his cock, the girth of him, stretching you, his tip kissing that sweet spot only he knew how you reach. âBaby- fuck- right there, donât stopâ He says watching your tits bounce, âFuuuuck look at thatâ He says paling your tits. Your whine, âChannieeeâ He chuckles.
You began to speed up, moving your hips in a circle, leaning down to kiss him, one hand holding his jaw, while the other is tangled in the back of his hair, the wet squelch of your pussy clenching around him is evident in the room, so is the squeak of the old metal bed, and the grunts of chan as you try to swallow them. âYou feel so good⌠always feel so goodâ He moans, leaning back, a large vascular hand coming down to slap your ass, you moan louder, âyes, yes, yesâ you chant leaning back, your hands resting behind you on his thighs, as movie your hips in a circle on his cock. Sweat glistened on the both of you, heâs looking at you with lidded eyes, drunk of the feeling of you.
âIâm close- gonna fill you up⌠you want that?â Chan ask gripping her hip as you speed up, you nod and whine, âyeah?â he teases. You reach forward with one hand, your ring and middle finger circling your clit fast, your whining
âmmhmmâ
âchan- fuck⌠mâso close babyâ
Chan is out of it, âCome on- let go with me. Come all over my cockâ He moans, she whines loudly, obnoxiously really, and her hips stutter and buck before she cums, âyes- yes- oh my godâ she chants
Chan cums after her, hot and white, his cock twitching inside of her, thereâs so much cum heâs flowing out around his own cock. âholy⌠your so fucking hotâ he says breathlessly, she reaches behind her again, resting on her palm as she lazily clenches around him.
Thereâs a quiet moment as they try to catch their breath, before the bedroom door swings open, and her dad and mom are standing there
âÂżQuĂŠ coĂąo estĂĄ pasando aquĂ?â there was no time for an answer, before they saw what was happening⌠or what had already happened. Letâs just say if they donât already like chan before⌠they definitely hated him now.
woowwwâ¨@-nete
perv!chan
Heâs At Your Window
synopsis: Chan was your new neighbor, he was cute but you didnt know he was also a pervert
warnings: masturbation (m&f), privacy invasion, voyerism
Youâd just moved into the neighborhood. It was nice, the house was nothing big, a small two bedroom home that your parents had helped you buy as a graduation gift. It wasnât much⌠but it was home. And home is what you made it. You didnât often leave the house, only to go to work or pick up your groceries from the curb. But everytime you stepped onto your front yard, your neighbor was there. His name was Chan. He didnât speak a lot to you, he just stared. No matter what he was staring and to a regular person it should be creepy, but he was so ridiculously good looking that you caught yourself almost putting on a show for him.
He was washing his car, water dripping from his hands and forearms, as his biceps flexed with every circular motion he made on the hood. His eyes followed you once the door to your house opened and you stepped out to pick up your order. You had woken up from a nap literally an hour ago, and you spent the past hour scrolling on your phone. So you knew you probably looked a mess walking out in pink, thin hello-kitty shorts that could pass as underwear, and one of your dadâs shirts you stole and cut the collar off of. Youâd barely noticed chan until youâd come up from picking the package up and he wasnât even washing his car anymore, he was just staring. You frowned, looked around and walked back inside. Thatâs how every encounter went⌠weird, but not weird enough for you to be creeped out, i mean who wasnât gonna stare at someone walking out of their house in the middle of the afternoon still in pajamas that hardly covered the goods.
It was a friday night, and Chan, was standing in front of the sink of his house staring. Your window blinds were twisted open, and he had a clear shot of you through the glass. You were in your underwear, and again⌠that damn thin cotton shirt you stole from your dad. It hid nothing by the way, especially in the day. Chan knew it was wrong, knew people got arrested for things like this⌠but watching you, thinking of you. You in general had him going insane.
He licked his lips and swallowed hard as he forced himself to look away, but it was only a few seconds before he looked back again. And there you were, leg now bent on the couch. The way the layout was set up, had him get a view past the kitchen into your living room. And you being dumb had set your couch directly in-front of the kitchen window.
You were horny⌠no other way to put it than with the truth. Youâd been horny all day, and it sucked cause you werenât romantically involved with anyone. A shiver ran down your body as you felt a wave of arousal urs through your body, you bit your lip, switching tabs to twitter to find anything to get you off. Your fingers rested on your tummy, tracing the curves, and drawing on the softness of it, before inevitably dipping down to the cotton of your pink panties. Chan watched from his side of the window, tongue pushed out against his top lip, as he watched your hand slide between your thighs. His lips parted and he met a soft sigh past, swallowed the saliva building, before grasping the sink. You pushed your hand down over your panties, just rubbing your self slowly at first, letting your fingers feel the wet slick seeping through your panties, letting your cold finger tips, graze your thighs and make you shiver, you sighed, biting your lip, and humming.
Chan was now actively humping the wood of the cabinet. His cock painfully hard, and leaking in his grey sweats. He reached down palming himself as he rubbed the length of himself, his cock was pressed against his thigh, and he could feel the pressure-cum leaking towards his knee, âf-fuckâ he breathed, pulling himself out his cock was flushed. The very tip was a creamy pink, that faded to a taffy pink, then the shaft was lemonade pink, and the bottom where his dick met his pelvis, was a pretty pale pink. the tip oozed creamy pre-cum, sticky and glossy. He shivered as the cold air hit the wet tip, eyebrows furrowing softly. His hand wrapped around the base, shaking his cock subtly against the counter, before sliding up and twisting at the tip, âmhmmâ he hummed, as he matched your pace.
You were circling your clit, sliding your fingers down to your entrance, you circled it, teased your self, palming your tit with your free hand while the random twitter video played on your phone, which sat between your breast. You whined a soft yes, as you tweaked the hard bud of your nipple, your toes curling at the edge of the couch seat. You slipped your two fingers in, with a wet squelch, you felt the suction of your pussy around your fingers, and throw your head back against the back of the couch.
Chan swore he could feel you around his cock, as he watched you finger your self, he imagined what you sounded like, what youâd say if it were him fingering you instead. Would your mouth be open? Would you pull himself in for a kiss? Would you let him fuck you? The questions were endless in his brain, as he fastened his hand, stroking to the thought of the warmth and sound of your wet pussy. He was moaning now,
âyeahâ
âfuck- fuck- just like thatâ
his eyes were closed, his head was thrown back and the persistent wet sound of his fist sliding over his wet cock filled the kitchen of his apartment.
You didnât thrust your fingers at first, you moved the in a âcome titherâ motion letting the pads of your fingers press against that spot that made you see stars, you gasped as you hit it, rocking your hips into your hand,
âOh-â
âyes yes yesâ you chanted, your toes flexed and curled tighter, legs spreading wider, thatâs when chan lost it, he could see everything now, your lips spread around your fingers, the muscles in your thighs flexing as you got closer and closer, he couldnât forget this, he wouldnât forget this. His cock was leaking little gobs of pre-cum, onto the steel of the sink. His phone rested by him, he reached for it, biting his lip as he slid the camera open and hit record. He zoomed in on you, catching the way your fingers flexed inside of you, the way your tits bounced under your shirt, as you rocked against your hand,
âfuckkkkâ he breathed out behind the camera âlook at thatâ he said throaty, he panned down to himself, recording the way he was fisting his cock to the same pace she was humping her hand. Both homes were filled with the wet Schlick of their self pleasure, and the moans and groans of them getting off. Cha panned the phone back to her, just before she came, her fingers now thrusting in and out of herself as she moaned loudly. Chan was not quiet about his peak, he was groaning and whining behind the camera as his hand sped up. He got her cumming on camera, the soft sheen of her cum dripping onto her brown leather couch, as her legs relaxed into a butterfly position against the couch, he came with a grunt, all into the sink, sticky, hot, streams of white streaking the sink walls. He massaged his shaft, while it softened, pushing out any lingering cum, before putting down the phone and letting the water run so he could wash out his mess. He put his cock away, a chill running up his spine as he looked back through the window to find you gone. Probably went to go clean up. He left too, he needed a shower. Just as he got to his bedroom his phone pinged, with a note
iPhone 17 Airdropped you a picture:
next time come over;)
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okayyy hiii so this is my first post!! howâd i do?? also pls leave some feedback and ideas for new post!! iâm open to write anything!! -@-nete
Would you write something using ABO? I'm a little obsessed with the idea of Han!Beta Switcher. If you do, I can share the idea with you privately, if it's not too much trouble, please.
hihihi thankyou for your request!! Iâd love to write this for you!! message me privately for details pls!!
want to write a chan smut⌠what should the prompt be??
ALSOOO⌠feel free to send in requests, or comment ideas!! thereâs not much i wonât write!!
which smut prompt for chan!!
perv!bangchan
ex boyfriend!bangchan
stalker!chan
boyfriends!bangchan