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You sat on your bedroom floor, pillows, magazines and snack bags scattered across it and to your side, Chan leaned on the bed with his elbow, staring at you as you blended your lipstick while carefully watching yourself in the mirror.
“You should’ve told me you wanted new makeup,” he whined again, the bathrobe shifting around his body as he leaned in closer. He’s been like that ever since the morning your package arrived and you giddily opened it. He knew you’d ask if you wanted something yet he couldn’t help but feel like he lost an opportunity to spoil you.
“Oh, I don’t,” you said with the same excitement you seem to have had the whole day. “One of my friends got it for me as a thank you gift for helping her with work.”
That did it for Chan.
Perhaps there was a bit of pettiness in him(there definitely was). Perhaps he wanted to feel like the reason his girlfriend was all smiles and giggles(he did). And yes, maybe he thought about it the whole day, from his morning coffee to work, to gym and even while in the shower. He was still thinking about it now while procrastinating changing into his pajamas. If making you happy was a competition, he intended to be the all time winner so he couldn’t just sit there and take it.
He shifted onto his knees, “Let me help you with that,” he said reaching for the lipstick your were about to open. The wand pulled out of tube with a wet sound that seemed all too familiar to him, except well, it involved you as tube and him as the wand and gosh, why was he even having these thoughts? He was supposed to be taking care of you, spoiling you, not thinking about getting laid.
He gently pressed the doefoot tip to your lower lip and the way you looked up at him, eyes big and glossy, a slight flush in your cheeks…it sent a shiver down his spine and then straight to his dick. He could think of another tip that could go on your lips.
His thumb brushed over your mouth instinctively. He knew that wasn’t the best blending method but couldn’t help feeling the soft, plushy texture of your flesh under his fingers.
“Well? Does it look good?” Your question almost made him jump, finally silencing the dirty thoughts that seemed to pour into his mind with increasing speed and bringing him back to a reality where he wished he had at least underwear on.
“Yeah, it really suits you!” he answered with a big smile, doing his best to keep your eyes on his face rather that his crotch. Damned be that thin bathrobe and his increasingly hard erection that he was sure was starting to show.
It did suit you. A perfect cherry red color with a satiny finish that complimented your skin tone. Sure, the application wasn’t the neatest, in fact, it was so messy it looked like you had been passionately kissing someone…or part of someone. But that didn’t matter(it mattered, especially to Chan, especially to a part of Chan that was currently solidifying at what he would consider a personal record speed).
“I think it would suit you too!” you replied in a tone that was too sweet for him to interpret it as a simple compliment. You were onto him, he could feel it so he shifted his position in a way that should’ve left more to the imagination and make his throbbing cock appear as just fabric bunched up…and slightly moving. Just slightly.
“I can ask the stylists to get it for me and we can match if you—“
You cut him off, your lips on his before he could even fully comprehend what was happening. Slowly but surely you pushed your tongue into his mouth, letting him get lost enough in the taste of you to not even realize you moved to sit on his lap, pressing onto his erection.
“I was right!” you said when you finally pulled away from him, leaving him gasping for air. “It does suit you too, even better than it suits me, I’d say.” He looked at you dazed, still recovering from the kiss. A whimper escaped his lips as you palmed him through the bathrobe and gently ran your fingers through his hair. “But I think we shouldn’t restrict such a pretty color to just your lips, no?”
Despite being a bit of a mess, Chan managed to nod. “Let me take care of you,” he whined.
You gave him a sweet smile, the kind he knew you only put on when you want to play a bit, so he leaned his head back and tried to steady his breathing. Your lips trailed across his neck, from the arch of his jaw to the dip where his collarbones met, leaving soft little cherry red marks behind as you undid the knot on the waist band. His hands moved across your back, your sides and onto your thighs, slipping under the hem of your nightgown. He stopped when you placed a hand on his wrist. It was not his turn to be in charge yet.
Your mouth moved lower, onto his chest, drawing out a groan from him when your tongue brushed over his nipple, or maybe it was because you just pressed yourself harder onto his lap? Chan couldn’t tell. What he could tell, however, was that the bathrobe was almost completely off of him, revealing his body and the fact that he was already leaking.
“Baby please, “ he begged and did it so sweetly that you immediately slipped down till your mouth was below his belly button. He tried to look away when he realized you could feel his cock pressing upwards towards your chin but the firm grip you got on it a second later made his eyelids fly open.
You stared up at him with a cruel smile. You wanted him to see this, wanted him to look into your eyes when you placed a soft, deep kiss on his tip, when your tongue flicked once over it, a trail of precum now connecting the two. And he did, as a matter of fact, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you even when you slowly took him into your mouth, warmth and wetness eliciting a soft, drawn out moan from him.
Chan wanted to think, to speak, but he couldn’t. He wanted to tell you how good you were to him, how much he loved you, how much he wanted to be good to you too but all that came out of his mouth were breathy, senseless words. A “baby” here and there, a “please” when you took him all the way till your nose touched his abdomen, a “fuck” when you squeezed his balls, your body fluids mixing and dripping down on them.
He couldn’t even tell when his hand ended up in your hair or when his hips started thrusting into your mouth but the sight of those pretty red lips of yours wrapped around him only made him thrust harder despite his bones feeling like jelly. Self control and desire clashed within him as he tried his best not to hurt you, listening to all the little noises you made when his cock touched the back of your throat, which was proving itself to be harder and harder as all of it made him…well, harder and harder.
“Oh, baby…,” he babbled on between moans, “so good for me…please, you…”
Things weren’t easier for you either but hearing Chan moan above you, chest heaving with arousal, body writhing like he was on fire, felt like an appropriate pay off. His pace grew faster, movements turning erratic as he was reaching his high. Your head dipped lower when you felt his balls tightening in your hand. He was so close.
Heat pooled within his body, every bone and every muscle tensing up until it all snapped as he came with a loud groan inside your mouth.
It took Chan a solid minute to come to his senses, to clearly see your head resting on one of his knees, cum and saliva dripping onto your lips and chin as you looked at him with nothing but love.
“I think this color suits you even better, babe,” he chuckled without even really registering what he said.
Reality hit him harder than a truck when you leaned in and kissed him, tongue brushing against his to make him taste himself better. And thank goodness it did because he finally remembered what got you two here in the first place.
He picked you up before your mouths could even part and got on the bed with you back on his lap. This time, you just continued kissing him when his hands ventured under your dress, rubbing your thighs and tugging at your underwear until he slipped it off, shortly followed by your dress.
“You’re already so wet for me love,” he kissed a spot on your shoulder while you adjusted yourself to sit on your knees. “Sorry for making you wait so long.”
You pecked him on the lips as one of his fingers slowly circled your clit, “Don’t worry, love. You know I always enjoy tasting you.”
Chan chuckled as your kiss deepened and so did his finger.You let out a hiss as heat pulsated through your body. He slid another one in and then another, until you were moaning into his mouth and dripping on his hand. When he thought you were prepped enough, he lined himself with your entrance and pushed.
The moan you let out was music to his ears, so much so that he almost regretted not having something to record it with at that moment. He started with soft, gentle movements, pushing you lower on him even though every second he was sure you were going to melt him with the heat and tightness and the way you arched your back…gosh, the way you arched your back. He took that as a sign to start using his mouth.
He began somewhere on your neck but quickly found his way to your chest, sucking on a nipple that was just begging for his attention.In the meanwhile, both of his hands ended up on your ass, gripping hard as they held you into place, both support and restriction for your slowly crumbling form.
Your vision turned white every time he went deeper, filling you up until you were pretty sure you couldn’t take anymore. But you would.
“Oh, Channie, baby…yes…”
You moaned into his ear when he slammed you down, changing his pace all of a sudden to something more desperate. If your mouth wasn’t loud enough already, your pussy definitely was as it was filling the room(and Chan’s mind) with the sound of wet slapping. Every time he thrust, he could feel you tightening around him as if you wanted to trap him inside. He would’ve loved that. He would’ve absolutely loved being inside you all day and all night and probably forever but right now he had to make his perverted brain behave and focus on what his actual purpose was: making you feel good.
Chan fought off his impending orgasm by focusing on the way your hands gripped his shoulders or the way your face twisted in pleasure. Definitely not the way your walls clenched around him or the way your name was coming out of his mouth.
You tilted your head back and he knew you were close. Speeding up his pace, he slammed you down harder and harder, trying to time himself by the volume of your moans.
Your body felt like a cloud permeated by lighting, your joint orgasm washing over you with such intensity your legs gave out. Chan kept pounding more gently as he filled you up, letting you pass through your storm even as his cum got fucked out of you with every thrust, dripping down onto his crotch and the bed sheets beneath you both.
When it was over, you slid off to his side, head on his chest, listening to his heart. He caressed your cheek and kissed the top of your head. Once your senses came back to you, you propped yourself up on your elbows staring at Chan’s body covered in hickeys, scratches and smudges of lipstick.
“Should we try another shade, now, baby?”