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You and Chan had been friends for a whole semester now, and you considered the two of you pretty close. You met in the fall at the opening seminar for your Master's Degree in music. He was getting his in Production, you were working on Singing & Songwriting, and you'd been paired up by your professor the first week. Your goal for the whole semester was to collaborate together, and make a small album for a grade. You were the songwriter, Chan was the producer, and you both sang on the tracks. It was almost the due date for your project, only a week away, and you were done with your portion. However, Chan was still neck deep in his part of the project.
You were in the studio with him, for moral support like usual, but Chan was not in a good place. He was fucking stressed out of his mind and anxious that he wasn't going to finish in time. You were trying your best to find a way to ease his burden, or at least calm him down.
“Do you want me to try to mix some of the vocals while you edit?” You asked. You were standing at his side, a hand on his back, rubbing gently as he stared into the void that was his computer screen.
“No, no. That's not your job, Noona.” Chan shook his head, looking up at you over his shoulder. “You did all the work you had to already. It's my own fault I'm behind, not yours. Besides...have you ever mixed vocals before?”
You blanched slightly. “Well, no...but you know I'm a quick learner.”
Chan chucked. “Well that's definitely true, but mixing isn't something I have time to teach you right now...” He let out a sigh.
“Okay...what about food? I can go grab us something to eat? You can take a little break?” You suggested, but you knew he hated to take breaks in the middle of working on a track.
“Not yet, I want to finish this one before I take a break.” He lifted his hands off the keys and rubbed his eyes for a moment. “But please, you should go. Eat, sleep...”
You tsked him. “We're in this together, I'm not going anywhere. Just tell me what I can do to help calm you down at least.”
He looked up at you again, his eyebrows raised. “Well...” He trailed off, eyes glancing up and down once before shaking his head. “No, never mind.”
“Christopher. Just spit it out. It's me.” You encouraged him. He was your best friend, you'd get him anything he needed.
“Can we...do the bear hug thing?” He asked finally, looking up at you with twinkling eyes.
You'd discovered early into your friendship that when Chan got really overwhelmed, holding him tightly really helped to calm him down. He loved hugs, and you loved pressing your body into his chest whenever you could, so it was a mutual thing between you two. Recently, when you'd been hanging out at his place, he'd asked for bear hugs while you were laying down, basically like using you like a weighted blanket. At first you had shied away from laying on him, because you were a big woman and you didn't want to crush him under your weight. When you'd admitted this, he'd gotten quite upset. You hadn't realized Chan cared quite so much about your self-esteem, and after he convinced you to lay down on his chest, you both had a long talk about body image, fat shaming, and what it was like to be plus sized in this world. All while he rubbed your shoulders so sweetly. Chan was an excellent listener, and you'd felt really seen. And you felt even more comfortable around him after that, if that was even possible.
You gave Chan a smile. “Channie, of course we can do the bear hug thing. But...” You looked around the room, eyeing his very small couch. “Can we even fit on that tiny couch?”
When you looked back at him, his ears were red. “Actually, could you...sit here, on my lap? That way I can keep working while you hold me?” He asked sheepishly.
You finally moved your hand from his back, looking down at your suddenly too short t-shirt dress as you took a step away. “I don't know, Chan...Won't it be uncomfortable? All my, um, weight on you like that?”
He frowned, reaching for your wrist to pull you towards him again. “No, it won't be. Come on.” He pushed his rolling chair back from the desk, patting his thigh just where the hem of his shorts were riding up. He saw your hesitation then, and his gaze softened again. “Please? It will help me, I promise.”
You finally nodded softly, letting Chan pull you closer. You hesitated once, before reaching for his shoulder and using it to steady yourself as you got into position, setting one leg at a time over his thighs, watching your hem ride up to your mid thigh. You met his eyes for a moment before quickly looking away, embarrassed suddenly by how close you were. This felt very different from laying half on his chest.
Chan reached for your back then, gently pulling you to his chest, and you rested your head on his shoulder, facing away from his neck. You had your hands on the arms of the chair, trying to support your weight a bit, but Chan reached for your wrists. “It's okay, relax. I want your full weight on me.”
You let him pull your wrists away from the chair, finally letting your full weight settle over his lap and chest. Chan brought your arms around him to his waist, signaling for you to grip him there. You finally relaxed, holding him close, and he scooted his chair back up to the desk so he could reach the keyboard. “Is this...okay?” You asked, nuzzling into him a little.
“You're perfect. I already feel better.” Chan said softly, patting your back gently before you heard the keyboard cackling away again.
At first, Chan was able to concentrate and work on the music. Your weight on him was so comforting and warm. Your breathing and his started to match, and he would've thought you'd fallen asleep, if it weren't for your head occasionally moving on his shoulder and your hands gently rubbing his sides. You stayed that way for quite a while.
Chan was almost done with the track he was working on, when you started to fidget a little. “You okay?” He asked, gently rubbing your lower back.
“My neck it starting to hurt a bit. How much longer?” You asked, your voice a bit raspy from lack of use.
“Sorry, at least another twenty minutes.” Chan's voice was also soft, his hand still on your back. “Want to readjust?”
You hummed in confirmation, and Chan pushed back from the desk again to give you room. You lifted your head and turned to look at him, and your eyes were lidded. Chan was suddenly aware of how close you two really were. His eyes were drawn to your chest as you repositioned yourself, he could see the top of your cleavage peaking out of the v-neck of your t-shirt dress, and he could tell your nipples were hard. Fuck, you weren’t wearing a bra? He quickly looked away as you moved in his lap, his eyes noticing the pink blush that was dusting your cheeks instead. You settled back down on his lap, leaning forward to lie on him again, but this time you were closer. Instead of sitting on his thighs, you'd moved forward unknowingly. Now, you were sitting right over his crotch, and he could feel heat rolling off your body. You leaned yourself down, this time positioning your head where you were nuzzling into his neck, your warm breath ghosting across his skin causing goosebumps. Chan swallowed. He was in trouble.
You laid back down on Chan again, much more comfortable. Your breathing was slow, more relaxed then a moment ago as he went back to work. However, you started to notice Chan's breathing was not as calm as before, and his heart rate was back up. Was the bear hug not working anymore? You were contemplating on whether you should ask him again when you shifted your hips absently, then froze. Wait...was that? No...it couldn't be right? You subtly moved once more, testing a theory, and you really felt it this time, right under your core.
Chan froze, you suddenly sat up, both of you locking eyes. Chan's face was as red as yours was as you both realized you'd felt his erection. You couldn't help but suddenly feel...flattered. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Channie...is that...?”
He looked like he wanted to evaporate into thin air as he amazingly was able to hold your gaze. “Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—well, I can't really...control it.”
You suddenly had a moment of clarity. “Is that why you've been so stressed out? You're pent up?” You asked him with a raised brow. Chan simply nodded. “How long...?”
He audibly swallowed before answering, still not daring to move. “A while. Months.”
“Months?!” You were shocked. “You haven't had sex in months? But...” Your hands, which had been on his shoulders, now slowly moved down his chest. “You look like this.”
Chan didn't miss the inflection in your voice. “What is that supposed to mean?” He asked, feeling a bit of his confidence return as you stroked his chest, especially since you still hadn't gotten off his lap.
“You know, you're fucking hot. I figured you'd be drowning in— well...”
“(Y/n)!” Chan guffawed, completely taken aback at your words. “We spend all of our time together, and between you and school, when would I have time to be sleeping around?”
You shrugged, your hands still on Chan's chest, and you felt him finally bring his hands to your waist. Your heartbeat sped up as you tried to build the courage to ask the question that was now on your mind. “Do you...I mean, I could...help?”
Chan couldn't believe his ears. “You're offering to help relax me with sex?”
“Oh god.” You covered your face in embarrassment then, laughing as you fell to his chest again. “I'm sorry, of course you wouldn't want to—”
“Yes.” Chan said, his hands squeezing your hips. “I want to.” You sat back up again, your cheeks burning. “If you're really offering.”
You brought your hands to his shoulders again, looking into his eyes for any hesitation or doubt. You found none. “I'm really offering. I...” You took a deep breath, letting your hands come up to meet behind his neck, pulling him closer. “I want to.”
You were halfway to his mouth when he spoke again. “But I still need to finish this track before I completely lose my train of thought...” You let out a sigh, softly bumping your forehead into his and closing your eyes. After a moment you started to get up, but Chan's hands gripped your hips, pulling you back down flush to his crotch, making you whimper. “Uh uh, stay right here baby.” You let out another soft moan at the name, feeling your need grow even more.
You'd maybe been thinking about fucking Chan this whole time... Well, at least since you'd been sitting on his lap. You'd honesty just been drifting in and out of dirty thoughts about him all day. And now that you'd been given the confirmation that yes, Chan had every intention of fucking you right here in this room, you were quickly turning into a needy mess. You'd teased him about not 'drowning in pussy' earlier, but you were in the same boat. It had been far too long since you'd gotten laid. And now it's all you could think about.
Chan had been trying to work again, but you must've been squirming a lot in his lap, because he let out another groan as your crotch slid over his erection again. “Fuck, (Y/n), you really don't want me to finish this project, huh?”
You pressed your face into his shoulder as you replied, your voice slightly muffled. “I'm sorry, now I can't stop thinking about...”
Chan chuckled, his hands slipping down your hips to grip your ass instead, not missing the way your breath hitched. He was so ready to be inside you he was also losing his concentration. God, it had been so long since he'd had sex. And the fact that it was you who was grinding down on his dick? He was ready to bust already...
“Thinking about what hmm? Tell me baby...” He felt you shake your head against his chest, smiling at how you were acting shy but also rubbing yourself on him at the same time. He was going to enjoy teasing you. “Just say it, I might make it come true.”
You gripped his shirt, still moving your hips, Chan's hand going back to the keyboard. “Fuck, you're evil.” You mumbled, making Chan laugh again before you continued. “I'm thinking about the fact that the only thing separating us is two thin pieces of fabric, and how much I want to get rid of said fabric already.”
Chan closed his eyes for a moment, swearing he could feel you clenching on top of him, your thigh muscles jumping as well. He thought it was the hottest thing ever. Your dress was riding up from the grinding and his hands traced the tops of your thighs. “You want my cock that bad, love? Can't even wait another ten minutes?”
Your hips jumped at his words and you gripped his shirt harder. “Fuck, yeah Channie, I do.”
Chan froze, hearing the whine in your voice paired with the nickname, and he lost a bit of his famous self control. “Shit, you wanna sit on my cock while I work, yeah?”
You sat up then, meeting his eyes and nodding. Chan could see how desperate you looked. He was sure his eyes had the same glint. You bit your lip and finally unfisted his shirt, holding his gaze as you let your hands trail down between your bodies. Chan's skin tingled under your fingertips, his heart jumping when you reached the waistband of his shorts. He watched your hand as it slipped into his shorts, finding his cock immediately. He was so glad he'd gone commando today.
The second your hand wrapped around his shaft, he let out a shaky breath, letting his head tilt back as he got lost in the feeling. “Fuck, Noona...”
You pumped him a few times before starting to lift yourself up, leaning to whisper in his ear. “Can I put it in?”
Jesus. You were asking him if you could put it in?! Chan didn't know this simple question could turn him on so much. He nodded, biting his lip as he leaned back a bit to give you space to come closer and hover over his cock, which you stood straight up. He helped by pushing the skirt of you dress all the way up, till it bunched above your hips, revealing your supple tummy and a simple tan thong that just barely covered your core. You kept you eyes locked on his cock, reaching for your thong and pulling it to the side, revealing your glistening heat. Chan's view was painfully good, glued to your dripping slit as you guided his cock towards your entrance. The moment it swiped through your slit you both let out moans, and Chan could feel his abdomen tightening. Uh oh. That wasn't a good sign. How the fuck was he so close to busting already?
You didn't stop, pressing the head to your entrance before very slowly sinking your hips down. You threw your head back, closing your eyes and exposing your cleavage to him, and he could feel it coming. His release, on the brink. You continued to slide down on him, so wet, so tight, and his eyes were screwed shut, trying with all his might not to—
“Fuck, no—!” Chan buried his head in your chest, gasping and groaning as his cock erupted, spurting cum into you hard, his body trembling.
You let out a breath, feeling Chan clinging to you and groaning, and you suddenly realized what just happened. “Did you just—?”
“Shit, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back.” His breathing was shallow, trying to catch his breath, when you felt his body tense up. “Oh god, please tell me you're on the pill.” Chan's head snapped up, his eyes wide.
You held his face and nodded quickly, “Yes I am, don’t freak out.” You reassured him, immediately feeling him relax.
“Oh thank god.” Chan let out a huge sigh, still clinging to you. He felt you lean back and move like you were trying to get up. “Noona where do you think you’re going?”
You were immediately confused, meeting his gaze as he looked up at you again. “Um, well…” You looked down where his cock was still buried inside of you. “You finished.”
“Oh, I’m nowhere near finished.” He said, cocking an eyebrow. “That hardly counts as fucking you, wouldn’t you agree?” You bit your lip and nodded, clenching around his still hard cock. He brought his hands down to your ass cheeks and squeezed.
You finally crashed your lips to his. God, how you'd dreamed about Chan's brat doll lips on your own, and now it was finally happening? They were so fucking soft and plump, and he knew how to use them too. Soon you were grinding on him again, only this time his cock was inside you, stretching you, and you started to fuck yourself on him, hips jumping and thighs clenching. He had never lost his erection, even after coming, and you were aching for him to destroy you. You pressed your forehead to his and held on to his shoulders so you could keep lifting yourself up and down.
“Shit Channie, you're so big...stretching me out so much...” You were breathless and quickly getting tired, your legs already starting to shake, but fuck he felt so good. Chan's hands were on your ass, guiding you up and down as you bounced. He could feel your muscles twitching and faltering, and when you stopped for a moment to breathe, he opened his eyes and lifted his head.
“You tired baby?” He punctuated his question with a slap to your ass cheek, making your pussy clench.
“Just give me a second.” You breathed out, trying to catch your breath. But before you could, Chan was wrapping his arms around your waist and starting to get up. “Channie, what—” He braced his feet and stood straight up, surprising you when he held onto your weight with ease. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively as you held on. “I’m way too heavy, put me down!”
“Shut up, you’re nowhere near too heavy for me, Noona.” He huffed, easily walking you across the room to the couch, still inside you. He laid you down gently on the couch, settling between your legs before sitting up and pulling off his shirt. Then his hands were pushing your dress up, getting it off you as well, exposing your tits. “Fuck, I can’t believe we haven’t done this yet. You’re so fucking hot (Y/n).”
His hands went to your breasts, squeezing and kneading the flesh as he started to thrust again, making your back arch up off the couch. “Please, you’re fucking hot. I’ve wanted to jump your bones this whole time.”
“Goddammit, you’re saying we could’ve been doing this for months?” Chan groaned, reaching down to hook one of your legs under his arm, hitting a new and tantalizing angle.
“Mm, fuck, we can—oh my god, keep doing this as long as you want.” You looked up at him as best you could, while he was snapping his hips, making your stomach and tits jiggle.
Chan smirked at you as he brought another hand down to your core and started rubbing your clit. “You should see yourself right now, getting my cum fucked back into you. So fucking dirty.” Oh, that was doing it for you alright. His cock, his fingers, and his words? Now if only he would call you— “Fuck I can feel you clenching around me. You like that baby? You like the thought of my cum dripping out of your messy little cunt? Does my pretty little cock slut want more of my cum?”
That was the cherry on top. He never stopped his hips or his fingers, and you were shaking and writhing under him as you came, hard. So hard your breathing stopped and your eyes rolled back in your skull. Your skin was slick with sweat and your nerves were on fire, every place Chan was touching you tingled as you rode out your orgasm. You never thought this man, this friend who you spent so much time with being cute, cuddly, and domestic, could have such a dirty, nasty mouth.
When you’d started to come back to reality you realized Chan had stopped moving, simply hovering over you and peppering your chest with kisses. Eventually you looked back at him and he smiled, showing his dimples. “There she is.”
You giggled a little, still coming out of your high. “Wow. I thought we were trying to help you.”
Chan leaned down to kiss you again, this time softly on the lips. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fucking great.” You took a second to breathe and realized he was still rock hard inside of you. You brought your hands up behind his neck, pulling at the roots of his hair. “You can keep going.”
Chan let out a little shaky breath, clearly holding himself back. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
You giggled. “I can take more.”
He let out a breathy little “Fucking Christ.” Before starting to thrust into you again. This time you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles and pulling him down even closer. “You’re something else Noona.”
You took your turn this time, wanting to spurn him on the way he’d done it to you. “Are you gonna fill me up again Channie? Please, I want it so bad, please can I have your cum?” That was it for him. He thrusted 3 more times and then he was coming inside you again, his head once again buried in your chest. As he was letting the last drops spill, he turned his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, making you shiver as you both caught your breath. After turning and sucking on your other nipple for good measure, he finally looked up at you, blissed out. You laughed. “Christopher, who the fuck are you?”
He raised his eyebrows, confused. “What do you mean?”
“I never in a million years would’ve thought I’d hear the words ‘pretty little cock slut’ come out of your mouth.”
He had the decency to blush then, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he giggled. “Oh my god….I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
You stroked the back of his head. “You don’t need to apologize. I clearly liked it. I’m just so used to my cute little innocent Channie…”
“Hmmm.” He hummed, turning his head to kiss your neck. “I'm not so innocent now, huh?”
You chuckled, pulling his head up to kiss his lips again, feeling so content and calm. “So, do you feel relaxed enough to finish our project now?”
“Fuck! I completely forgot about the damn mixtape...” He let out a sigh, dropping his head to your chest and moving his mouth back towards your nipples again. “This damn pussy got me going dumb...”
You clenched around him then, feeling ready for another round. “Well…maybe you need more relaxation.”
“Oh do I?” Chan asked, quirking an eyebrow as he played with one of your nipples. You nodded, biting your lips as he tentatively rolled his hips again, making you whimper. “Well, looks like we’re gonna fail this fucking project then.”
You both burst into laughter as he readjusted, getting up on his elbows. You reached up to cup his face. “Oh, we’re not getting anymore work done tonight.”
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