Hurt Me
warnings! sex with chan lmao
notes! im rusty, enjoy this in my wake. im just in a 'I want chan to monopolize me and hold my life in his hands' typa mood rn. hope you understand
It feels different when you let Chan break you in. It hurts, yes, but you love the stretch. You love how he forces his cock in, inch by inch, into your tight cunt.
The lack of prep - of his spit - between your legs always makes your spin head.
It always starts with a nuzzle to your neck, a kiss to your throat, and his smile against your skin. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down with you until you've got your shorts thrown off and your underwear pulled to the side.
He'll look at you, already salivating at the thought of tasting your cunt, but you'll shake your head.
You have to be the one to line up his cock. His erection feels hot and heavy in your hand when you stroke him. Chan can't deny you, can't deny you of anything. Not even when your pretty lips part to gasp at the intrusion. Not even when the back of your throat whines from the feel of your walls wrapping around him without any warning.
Still, he's gentle, or tries to be. Chan can only handle fucking you with his tip for so long before your pussy starts to give. He'll go in deeper, holding your thighs in each of his hands to really spread you open.
Watching it disappear inside you gives him a thrill. The erotic realization that he's inside you. You're breaking for him, cunt getting wetter and wetter with every thrust. But still, there's that push back. Your cunt's too tight, not well prepped for Chan's cock, but that's never stopped either of you.
It's why he goes in with his tongue first. Coaxing an orgasm from your body before fingering your cream back into you. But this...seeing your body open for him almost painfully from his length makes his head spin.
Something always takes over him. Whether it's your whines, the sound of your cunt gushing over and over, or the tears in your eyes - there's always something that makes him tip over the edge.
He doesn't mean to fuck you past your limit. The final inches that weren't wanting to give are forced to open when Chan lifts you by the hips.
You're squealing, sharp nails reaching for his shoulders to scratch down. It's too much, he knows that, but you're squeezing him just right. Your legs are wrapping around his torso like you don't want him to stop his relentless pace, but your nails are scratching him like you can't handle it.
Choked moans and soft pleas. It's all you can babble when your pussy is finally broken just how needed it. Chan typically likes to hear the sound - a song of praise - but like this, he wants complete control.
He lifts his upper body, still holding onto your hips fast to ensure you don't try to escape him. One hand clamps over your mouth, muting your voice.
And he's tempted to plug your nose with his thumb and forefinger. You'd turn a pretty pink just like your cunt, eyes teary and wide in panic. And when he'd grant you air, he can imagine the way you'd inhale.
Music to his ears, this imagination. A scary part of him wants to see you writhe. This little game of him breaking your cunt in does something to him, wakes up a part of himself he prefers to keep dormant.
But those lust-filled eyes, your eyes, are so taunting to him. Maybe, just maybe, this game you two like to play can be something more.
