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Chan: Thighs

 

written for this ask:

it's a beautifully crisp friday morning and i am thinkin about lying on your back, knees to ur chest and having dino pathetically fuck ur thighs because he forgot to bring a condom to the pussy appointment. that's it. that's the thought. he's close enough to feel the heat radiate from your cunt, close enough to accidentally bump the tip against your clit when he gets too excited, but not close enough to feel your walls hug him with each thrust :( pathetic chan :( PATHETIC. CHAN. :( - 🍿 x

WORDCOUNT ― 2.6k

WARNINGS ― this could be uncomfortable for some because i do have him whining/begging to hit it raw, so some could say there's a form of manipulation at play.

TAGS ― chan had a real fucking bad day and needs your hole to heal it, begging to hit it raw, obsessing over thighs, reader has thighs that are enough for him to knead, grinding but it's only raw on chan's end.

not proof read.

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Chan knows the rules. No condom, no sex.

That's never been an issue to him, seeing as how you're both fucking other people pretty consistently. There's been talk of getting regularly tested, even more talk about how a relationship is most definitely not on the table so, really, you requiring a condom does not bother him in the slightest.

If anything to Chan, you're a comfort fuck. When he's had a bad day or too deep in his head, he comes to you, or on you, whatever.

There's all sorts of personalities he shares with people in bed, but you're the one who gets this side of him. You're the one he trusts in terms of rules, and he knows that you'd never over step set boundaries with feelings outside of simply caring for another person and loving the way they fuck you.

Today, though? Oh, today.

It appears the universe is against him and his happiness. First, his tire blows on the freeway and he had to maneuver to the side without being pulverized by the other cars. Second, he gets to work late due to that fucking tire and is immediately laid off due to "internal restructuring". Lastly, he decides to take the bus home and upon sitting for far too long, he realizes he took the wrong fucking line.

Naturally, he finds himself calling you and hopping on the next bus that leads to your place. He doesn't explain his day, as usual, he simply states without even a "hello", that he needs to see you now.

Upon arriving, he's exhausted, worn down, and very nearly about to ram his head into the closest wall. Thankfully, you're the saving grace for him, like always. The one good thing that can happen on a day like this is getting between your legs and releasing all of his emotions through that.

Until the universe deals another blow.

"Fuck." He huffs, already kneeling between your legs and prepared to start that sweet, sweet, release of emotions.

"That sounded detrimental." You comment, looking up at him from your angle against the pillows, arms reaching out for him and stopping mid way. "What's up?"

"I didn't bring condoms." He sighs, already feeling his length soften at the very idea of not being able to get what he needs this evening.

"Relax, I have some in the drawer." You rolls your eyes.

He perks up, keeping himself between your legs but bending his long body over you and opening up the drawer.

Nothing.