#tortoise is currently singing hares praises but wants you to know she loved the little play on “kissing it better” the best

[chanshoesunite]

IMAGINE: Domestic Chan getting turned on by his girlfriend undressing

Content: Chan sees YN's bruises and thinks about the time her knees were roughed up by him fucking her doggy style. So he does it again.

Warnings: dirty talk, safe sex

"What happened to your knees?"

You glance down, stopping your process of undressing momentarily. You are just about to hop into the bathtub for a rare but thorough soak to ease your soreness after last night's challenging dance class; Chan is already lounging on your shared bed with his laptop, but currently sneaking a glance at you undressing, dirty boy that he is. Your knees, you see now, are bruised, likely from the floor work you did in said pole dancing class. "Oh, it's just from dancing," you say, brushing his concern off, continuing to pull one of Chan's hoodies that you like to borrow off of you.

Chan, wearing only sweatpants like the human radiator that he is, leans forward on the bed, though, as if he wants to see the marks more clearly. How sweet, you think, what a caring boyfriend I have!

"It reminds me of that time we moved in and I fucked you doggy-style on the hardwood floors. Your knees were pretty fucked up, then, too."

Oh. Yeah. Caring boyfriend your ass. More like horndog boyfriend.

You swallow. You remember that time well. How you spent the first two days in your first shared flat basically fucking on every available surface.

You make a non-committal sound as you try to ignore the way your nipples harden at the thought of the delicious burn of having fucked one too many times but not being able to stop. Knowing that from now on, you can do this every day, in your shared space, felt so sweet, and it still does today.

From the way Chan throws his laptop to the side and leaps off the bed you know he's not buying your nonchalance. As you're standing there in your underwear, Chan pulls you against him, hands on your hips, your panty-clad ass against his erection - honestly, how quickly does that man get hard?!

"I wanna do it again," he rasps into your ears as one of his hands comes up to cup your breast and tease it through the fabric. "Not on the floor, because I don't want you to be in pain. But I want to get on the bed and take you from behind. Right now."

You nod, because what else is there to do? This sounds heavenly. Chan makes to unclasp your bra before he kicks off his sweatpants. Your panty is discarded into a distant corner of the room, unnoticed, because now his lips are on yours and it's magnetic, this pull between you, how he cannot be close enough, how you need him everywhere - on you, above you, inside you. The kiss is messy, lips and tongues and teeth and it's desperate, rushed, utterly perfect. You tumble onto the bed, and his hand is between your legs, and the groan he releases when he feels you is almost guttural in its quality. "Fuck," he curses, "how are you so wet already?"

"It's you," you gasp, thrashing below him as you feel his fingers sliding into you again and again. "It's always you, Channie. The things you do to me-" You cut off as his palm grinds against your clit deliciously. "I needed you inside me, like, yesterday," you pant, pushing him off so you can turn around. You don't have a pillow beneath you, but the bunched up blankets will do. You can hear your boyfriend grabbing a condom and putting it on while you wait, the seconds feeling entirely too long (but safety first!).

Chan lies on top of you, covering his body with yours, his hard cock sliding into you easily thanks to all the wetness. You sigh - the stretch is delicious, the angle perfect, and the extensive skin contact makes it feel comfortable and intimate at the same time. He interlaces his fingers with yours. "Okay?" he whispers into your ear.

"Go ahead."

He withdraws before pushing into you forcefully, burrying his face in your neck as he groans in pleasure. His weight is partly on you, and so you're held in place as he pushes into you again and again, whispering sweet little nothings into your ear, how good you feel, how tight you are, how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how you still take his breath away every single day. It's hot, but not as intense as the aforementioned fuck that gave you bruises, this is much more cuddly and loving and maybe that's what makes it so perfect. You lie there, taking everything he gives you, enjoying the feeling, the closeness - oh, and getting fucking railed by a big cock.

"I'm gonna come soon, sorry" he pants, his thrusts becoming faster, "but if you think I'm gonna let you go into the bathtub without sitting on my face first, you're sorely mistaken."

You chuckle. "And here I thought this was a quickie."

Chan bites your neck. "It's going to be a long night," he rasps before coming with another hard thrust. As you hold him while he catches his breath and then feel him moving to part your lower lips with his tongue, you feel like the term "kiss it better" has just gotten a whole new meaning for you... Maybe you should thank your pole dance instructor next time.