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Smut
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You sent some messages to Chan

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You were feeling particularly playful and mischievous that evening, and with Chan out for a meeting, you decided to surprise him. The idea of teasing him had been on your mind all day, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity.

You slipped out of your clothes and posed seductively in front of the mirror, your phone in hand. With a sultry look and a quick click, you captured the perfect nude photo. You glanced at it once more, satisfied with the result, before sending it to Chan with a simple message: "Come home if you want more."

You expected it to take a while for him to get back, thinking he might finish his meeting first or at least take his time. But to your surprise, barely six minutes passed before you heard the front door open with a bang. The sound of hurried footsteps and the rustling of wet clothes filled the house.

Chan appeared in the doorway of your bedroom, completely soaked from the rain, his chest heaving with the effort of having run all the way home. His eyes were wild with a mixture of desire and urgency, and the sight of him like that made your heart race.

"You called?" he said, his voice breathless and low, dripping with intensity.

You bit your lip, trying to hide your excitement but failing miserably. "I didn't expect you to come home so quickly," you said, your voice teasing.

He stepped into the room, droplets of water falling from his hair and clothes. "When you send me something like that, how could I stay away?" He reached out, pulling you close to him. The contrast between his wet clothes and your bare skin sent a shiver down your spine.

Chan's lips crashed against yours, the kiss hungry and demanding. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of wetness in their wake. You could feel the heat radiating from him despite the cold rain soaking his clothes.

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze dark with desire. "You're going to pay for teasing me like that," he murmured, his voice a husky growl.

Without another word, he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bed and laying you down gently. His soaked clothes clung to his body, outlining every muscle, and you couldn't help but admire how sexy he looked, even dripping wet.

Chan's hands moved to his shirt, peeling the wet fabric off and tossing it aside. His skin glistened with rain and sweat, and you reached out to touch him, needing to feel his warmth against you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss as his hands explored your curves.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. "I couldn't wait to get home and touch you."

His words sent a thrill through you, and you arched your body against his, desperate for more contact. Chan's lips moved to your neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin there and drawing soft moans from you. His hands slid down your sides, his fingers tracing patterns that left you trembling with anticipation.

Chan's kisses trailed lower, over your collarbone and down to your breasts. His tongue flicked over a nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking gently and making you gasp. His other hand cupped your other breast, his thumb brushing over the peak, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

"Chan, please," you moaned, your hands tangling in his wet hair, urging him on.

He released your nipple with a soft pop, his eyes locking onto yours. "Please what?" he asked, his voice teasing and filled with desire.

"Please touch me," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

A wicked smile curved his lips, and he kissed his way down your body, his tongue and lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached your hips, he paused, his breath hot against your skin. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them.

Chan's eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the intensity in his gaze made your heart skip a beat. "Tell me how much you want this," he demanded, his voice a low rumble.

"I want it so much, Chan. I need you," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.

"Good girl," he murmured, and then his mouth was on you. His tongue flicked over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He sucked gently, his tongue teasing and tormenting you with just the right amount of pressure.

You cried out, your back arching off the bed as the pleasure built inside you. Chan's hands held your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he devoured you. The sensation was almost too much, and you felt yourself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

"Chan, I'm going to—" you started, but the words were lost as a powerful orgasm washed over you. Your body trembled, your hands gripping the sheets as you rode the wave of pleasure.

Chan didn't stop, his tongue continuing its relentless assault, prolonging your orgasm until you were a quivering mess beneath him. Only then did he pull back, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a dark satisfaction.

"Now," he said, his voice rough with desire, "it's my turn."

He moved quickly, shedding the rest of his wet clothes and positioning himself above you. You reached down, guiding him to your entrance, and with one swift thrust, he filled you completely. The feeling of him inside you, stretching and filling you, was almost overwhelming.

Chan set a fast, hard pace, his hips slamming into yours with a force that left you breathless. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him with each thrust. The sounds of your moans and the wet slap of skin against skin filled the room, a symphony of raw, unbridled passion.

"You're mine," Chan growled, his voice a primal declaration. "All mine."

"Yes," you gasped, your hands clutching at his back, your nails digging into his skin. "All yours, Chan. Always."

The intensity of his thrusts increased, driving you both closer to the edge. You could feel another orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight inside you, ready to explode.

"Come for me," Chan demanded, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Come for me now."

His words sent you over the edge, your second orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you seeing stars. You cried out his name, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Chan followed moments later, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his release. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, tangled together, your bodies slick with sweat and rain. Then Chan collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms and holding you close.

"I'm sorry for being distant," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I'll never do it again."

You snuggled into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. "I believe you," you murmured, your voice soft and content. "I love you, Chan."

"I love you too," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Always."

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