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You were waiting patiently, not so patiently, in the hotel room for your fiancé to make it back from the venue. You decided that you would stay in tonight as the traveling for the tour was wearing on you and plus this time alone would be just enough to pamper yourself and to get ready for the adrenaline rush that he would need to work out of his system like he did after every concert. That thought alone made you shudder in anticipation and you could already feel the warmth blooming in your core at the images you were conjuring up in your head. Especially after seeing that he decided to tease you through the screen by pulling the hem of his black concert tee up and into his mouth, showing off his chiseled abs, with his black sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, revealing the band of his Fendi boxer to Stay, all while swiveling his hips and moving his fingers like he does when he is taking you apart. That fucking tease.
How would he take you this time? Would he be gentle and loving? Would he bend you over the bar that was in this particular hotel room and take you from behind? Or, would he be demanding and rough, just like you liked it? Always ready to be his good girl and please him. Biting your lip you reach down into the red lace panties that you were wearing to gently stroke through your folds, hissing as you brushed over your clit and feeling how deliciously wet you were already. Glancing at the clock, you see that he should be here any time now and decide to be good and not touch yourself this time.
As you pull your hand away from between your thighs, you hear the sound of the hotel room door being opened, with a soft click as it shut behind him as he entered the room.
“Y/n! I am back,” he called out as he rounded the corner, coming into the bedroom, where you were still leaning back on the bed, one leg lifted, black silk robe falling open to reveal the red lace lingerie set that you are wearing. He stops dead in his tracks, words lost on his tongue, he pulls plush bottom lip into his mouth to bite, as his eyes rake down over your entire body. From where you are sitting you can see his pupils blow wide with want.
“Hi, daddy,” you purr, as you stand from the bed. “I was waiting so long for you to come back to me.” You begin to walk towards him slowly, as if you were a predator creeping up on your prey. “I saw the fan cam of you, biting your shirt while you danced. Was that for me or Stay?”
You come to a stop right in front of him, both of you keeping eye contact, the heat building between you. You reach out to run your fingernail up his arm, over his bicep that is still pumped up from the post show adrenaline coursing through his veins. He shudders from the touch, still too stunned to speak. So, you slowly wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your breast into his chest as you get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “I was getting kind of jealous that you were showing everyone else what is mine. Maybe I should do the same?”
Possessiveness is the game and you know exactly how to push his buttons. Just the thought of you showing anyone but him your body sends a growl out of his throat. Stepping back to make eye contact again, you can see the exact moment that his demeanor changes from Chan to Christopher and a shiver of thrill zaps through your body.
His voice comes out rougher than you expected. “Is. That. So. Princess.” This wasn’t a question that he wanted you to answer, this was a statement. But you being the little brat you were, decided that you wanted to go all in, so you nod your head and give him your biggest grin.
It happened so fast, one moment you were standing in front of him, and the next you were pushed down to your knees in front of him. Looking up you could see the fire in his eyes and the devilish smirk playing on his lips as he gently stroked your hair.
“Oh baby, what am I gonna do with you? Hmm?” He stands quietly for a few moments as he pretends to think, because he already knows what he will do and your mouth begins to water as you are at the perfect level to take his cock into your mouth. You lean forward to mouth at him through his sweats, grinning as you can already see it starting to fill out because you have that effect on him.
Christopher looks down at you with an eyebrow lifted, before he brings his thumb to swipe over your lips, pressing slightly on your bottom lip, commanding that you open your mouth, and you do. Then he slips his thumb into your mouth to press down just enough on your tongue for you to feel the weight of it and you close your lips around the digit.
“Since you liked that fan cam so much baby, I will give you your own private show of it while I fuck your pretty little mouth,” he states. A moan slips past your lips just at the mental image in your head. He takes a step back from you pulling his thumb from your mouth and you can’t help the whimper. Chan looks back at you, “Be a good girl and wait, I’m just grabbing a pillow for you, my love.” He strides over to the couch to grab a cushion from there so you can kneel on it.
Once you are settled comfortably on the cushion, Chan beds down, running both hands through your hair while he kisses you intensely and roughly, pulling back with a thin string of spit connecting your lips. You stare up at him with big round pleading eyes.
“I’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth now. What is your color, princess?”
“Green, so fucking green,” You sigh out, ready for what happens next.
Chan smiles as he pulls the hem of his shirt up to his mouth to bite while his other hand pushes down his sweats to the middle of his thighs, releasing his rock hard cock for you. You take a moment to appreciate the view in front of you… A thick throbbing cock, defined Adonis line, solid smooth abs, and a loving lustful stare from the man that you love and will marry soon.
With all that in your mind, you reach forward to collect the pearl of pre cum that has gathered at the head of his dick with the tip of your tongue, relishing in the hiss that comes out of Chan's mouth from the touch. Looking up at him one last time just for dramatic effect, you take him all at once in one fluid motion, catching him by surprise.
You hear a muffled, “Fucking hell baby,” come from Chan. Then he instantly grips your hair in his left hand and begins to guide you, slowly at first, back and forth and then he picks up the pace. You moan with his cock deep in your throat, feeling yourself becoming wetter by the moment as Chan begins to roughly fuck into your mouth.
You hollow out your cheeks and flatten your tongue to run along the underside of his dick as he now holds your head still while he snaps his hips forward harshly and quickly, grunting from up above as he looks down at you. You notice that he is clenching down even harder onto his shirt that's now showing signs of his saliva wetting the cotton material. The sight alone makes you groan and roll your eyes back because the sight of Chan coming undone from your mouth alone sends pleasure waves straight to your soaked lace panties.
Chan slows his thrusts and you open your eyes to him, removing his shirt, dropping it to the floor beside you. “Oh don’t worry baby, I’m not close to being done with you. Now keep those pretty eyes open and on me, while I ruin you.” And just like that he grips your hair deliciously tight and begins to thrust quickly. You gag a few times as you try to relax your throat to the tempo that Chan has started, resting your hands on his hips for something to hold onto.
“F-fuck baby, your mouth was fucking made for taking my cock, wasn’t it?” Chan grunts as he continues to fuck your face. Tears and spit are now trailing down your face as you breathe through your nose so Chan can pull you until your nose is touching his skin, sitting there for a moment as you swallow around him causing another moan and string of profanities to fall from his plush lips.
“You are a fucking dream, baby. I’m gonna cum… hmph… into your pretty mouth… oh fuck, yes… then you are gonna swallow like the good girl you are, right?”
You humm around his cock in agreement because nothing sounds better right now to your cock drunk brain than to have Chan cum down your throat.
“Fuck, that’s my good girl. After, I am done… shiiiit… I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Chans thrust become sloppy and you can tell that he is nearing his climax, you can hear it in the way his moans are coming out closer together, in the way that his thighs and hip muscles twitch and flex beneath your hands, and your favorite tell tell sign is when he throws his head back and yells a deep groan as you begin to feel hot ropes of his cum hit the back of your tongue and slide down your throat.
Before you can even finish swallowing all that Chan has given you, he is down on his knees, pulling you into him for a feverish kiss that is all tongue and teeth. He groans as he tastes himself on your tongue before he pulls back to gather you up into his arms bringing you to a standing position so he can kiss you again. He pushes your robe off of your shoulders, never breaking the kiss, and then you are thrown over his shoulder as he kicks his sweatpants the rest of the way off. You shriek and giggle and he begins to walk towards the bed as his large hand lands a delicious smack to your left ass cheek.