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[miraclewoozi]

Heads up: Fem! Reader x Lee Chan, elements of a humiliation kink (f. receiving), dirty talk, praise (f. receiving), hints of possesive! Chan, mentions of fingering and oral sex (f. receiving), somewhat sadistic! Chan, overstimulation (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, Chan being condescending and the use of baby as a petname.

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[01:45]

Cuddling with Chan has just become part of your everyday routine. Sometimes, he crawls into your bed, and other days, you make your way into his. It's a habit you don't quite remember how exactly the two of you started forming, but as you nuzzle against his arm, you don't think tracing the beginnings of this matters all that much.

Most people would likely think you were lying if you told them that it had been innocent and platonic. Given how attractive your roommate is, their scepticism wouldn't be misplaced. However, it'd been true. You and Chan rarely strayed away from innocent touches and cuddles with discussions of your respective days sprinkled in. His hand on your hip and your face nestled into his neck being as scandalous as the two of you would get.

Well, that used to be true anyways.

Now you find yourself with your thighs spread for roommate. Your face warmer than you can ever recall it being and your pussy wet and swollen from what has felt like hours of Chan toying with you. Forcing you to cum on his tongue and fingers three times but, not letting you feel his cock yet. He seemed more than happy to watch you fracture into pieces, and tears streak down your face as he kept curling his fingers through your orgasms.

You'd never thought he could be sadistic but, the gleam in his eyes and the way his cock twitched with every pitchy sob from your mouth might indicate otherwise.

"I want you to hold your thighs open for me," he says, his evil, evil tongue chasing the taste of you on his mouth and as far as it can reach. Lidded eyes meeting your own momentarily with the command in them clear as day before they drift between your thighs.

"Ch-Chan, that's embarrassing," you whine, clamping your thighs shut and turning your head away to look anywhere but him.

The air stills in your lungs when his fingers grip your jaw and force your eyes to meet his blazing ones once more. "It's embarrassing? But, you're already so fucking wet for me," he mutters, his lips spreading into a smirk when he snakes his way between your thighs with his unoccupied hand to drag his fingers along your slit. A moan tumbling out of you when he lightly brushes your swollen clit.

"Something tells me you like being embarrassed," he says before pulling away and resuming his earlier position. It takes everything in you not to whine at the loss of contact.

"Well?" You really, really hate how attractive he looks with his eyebrow raised. Waiting for you to comply because if tonight has proven anything, it's that your resolve immediately crumbles when it comes to Lee Chan.

So, you do. Prickles of embarrassment heating your face further as you hold onto the backs of your thighs and, borderline present yourself for him. Feeling exposed and vulnerable and more turned on than you have in ages.

"That's my good girl," Chan coos and squirm at the words. Your walls clenching hard around nothing and feeling painfully empty as your eyes land on his cock resting against his toned abdomen.

"Is there something you want?" He asks with another one of stupid, aggravating smirks. Before you can mouth off to him, Chan is one step ahead. Grabbing himself and running his tip along your soaked folds, a barely there groan, leaving him when he briefly reaches your entrance before almost immediately shifting upwards once more.

"Chan please," you heave, your thighs quivering and he hadn't even fucked you properly yet. It's maddening. He's maddening.

"Please what?" You've never wanted to punch a man more in your entire life.

"Please fuck me. Please please please," you wouldn't be surprised if you were crying again, frustration and want creating a highstrung, volatile cocktail within you, "Please, I want your cock inside of me. Plea-"

You cut yourself off with a sharp gasp, your fingernails biting into your thighs as he starts to sink into you. His eyes are intense and unwavering as he takes in every minute detail of the expressions that cross your face. For your part, you're barely coherent. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head and breathy whimpers falling from your lips from the mind-numbing stretch he provides.

It's only when he's fully sheathed inside of you that Chan looks down and, he regrets it immediately. You clamping down on him felt otherworldly already, but to see it? To see how you cling to him and cover him in your wetness? He's a fucking goner.

"See, now was that so hard?" He asks but, any condescension is severely undercut by how fucked out he already sounds too.

"No," you respond, just trying to remember how to adequately breathe with him nestled so far inside of you.

You thought just him sinking into you was overwhelming, but it got so much worse when he finally started moving. He started off slow, not wanting to give you too much too quickly, and even then, you can feel your toes already beginning to curl and your thighs quaking once more.

"You're taking me so well, baby," he mutters into your ear, his hands replacing your own and practically folding you in half as he fucks into you. The petname is new and sudden, forcing a gush of wetness from you and your hands to find purchase on his biceps in an attempt to steady yourself.

All you can muster in response is a jumbled mess of his names interspersed with moans and whimpers and keens. With how precisely and deliciously he drags along your walls with every thrust, it's frankly a miracle you haven't blacked out yet.

"Aw, is my baby already too fucked out on my dick?" He asks with faux sympathy, one of his hands turning your face to meet his gaze once more. Apparently, your roommate really has a thing for eye contact.

You try your best to nod, eyelashes fluttering when he hits a particularly dizzying spot. You don't fail to notice the addition of 'my' to the already new petname. A sadistic possesive man. Just your luck.

"Can't even speak? Poor baby," he coos, kissing below your ear before moving to the rest of your neck. His kisses are all tongue and teeth, chuckling into your skin every time he finds a place that makes you squirm and tighten around him. You're just so responsive. Chan can't help himself.

You choke on your spit when he reaches between your overheated bodies to draw quick circles on your clit. You've been teetering on the edge of a fourth orgasm for some time now but, you don't know if you can do another one. You're so sensitive and swollen and, Chan's thick cock determined to fuck you stupid certainly isn't helping.

"One more, baby," he mutters, a twinge of delirium colouring his voice as he continues his merciless pace and the patterns his fingers draw.

"Ch-Chan, I don-don't know if I-I can," you whine but, you can already feel it building. You think Chan does too from the way he moans against you, his teeth ghosting over your throat.

"You can, baby. I know you can. You'll be good for me and cum one more time, right?"

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