Dark Kiss
Genre: husband!Chan, smut
Warnings: unprotected sex, bondage, size kink, choking
Request: no
Character: Chan
Word Count: 1.9k
As soon as she shuts the bedroom door behind her, Y/N is pushed up against the wall. Chan's hand curls around her neck as his lips find her own in the near darkness, each one of his kisses filled with a ravenous passion that immediately has Y/N's knees shaking.
She gasps for air when he pulls away for half a second, and when his mouth smashes onto hers again, her eyes roll to the back of her head; it's not often her husband attacks her like this, but when he does … she knows she won't be able to move tomorrow.
"Chan … " Y/N groans quietly against his mouth. She already wants to repeat his name over and over again, her arms snaking around his neck.
He growls at the back of his throat, the sound sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "Baby girl," he whispers, biting on her lower lip. He tugs ever so slightly, making Y/N whimper before he slides his tongue inside her mouth, the tip caressing hers and exploring her warmth in a way that makes Y/N almost collapse onto the floor.
"Chan … I - I can't … " Y/N stutters; she can barely hold herself up as adrenaline and sparks of electricity shoot down her veins, igniting the depths of her body. Her senses seem to be heightened, her blood rushing to her ears as Chan continues to tenderly, passionately, caress her mouth with his own.
She breathes heavily as Chan slides his hands down her body; they stop at her thighs and suddenly she's being picked up and pressed up against the wall again, Chan's body holding her up as he hands settle on his shoulders.
"You're driving me crazy," Chan murmurs against her mouth. "So. Fucking. Crazy."
Y/N whimpers. She's sure she's a small prey being hunted by a very large predator. Chan's eyes are immensely dark and full of lust as they stare up at her. Under the dim lighting, shadows cascade of his face, sharpening his jaw and elongating his lashes. His swollen lips glisten red like poison apples. The top of his shirt is already open and the tops of his collarbones look so salient that she can't help but run her fingers over them.
He watches her through his lashes as she slowly drags her fingers down his bulging Adam's apple to the dips in his clavicles, and through the top of the faint line defining his chest. Biting her lip, she unbuttons the first button she comes to, then the second, and the third … when she comes to the fourth she can no longer hold back anymore and she rips the shirt off of his broad back, wanting to feel his body, wanting to touch him.
Chan groans as she runs her hands over his huge biceps, slightly digging her nails into the grooves below them as she tries to fit her fingers around his arms. They nowhere near fit, and she can't help but gasp as she realises how big he is compared to her, and she suddenly feels the lower portion of her throb against Chan's waist.
The man smirks as if he knows exactly what's running through her mind. His hard stomach and his arms flex as he grips her tightly by her thighs and suddenly pulls her away from the wall, walking across the room. He half drops, half deposits her onto the bed before climbing on top of her like a huge beast, his chiselled body making Y/N's mouth water as she stares up at him in wonder. Her eyes begin to feel heavy as her body fills with longing, and she suddenly feels like doing anything and everything he wants her to.
"Let me take this off … " Chan's voice is husky as he slowly slides his hands down her skinny dress; he grips the hem riding up her thighs and pushes up and over her body, leisurely, taking his time. His fingers kiss her body as he removes the material, and when he removes her undergarments afterwards, he drops them all on the floor with such haste that Y/N can't help but giggle.
Chan smiles as he presses his hands into the bed on either side of her head. He lowers his face and kisses her mouth again, this time slowly grazing his teeth over her lips and making her back arch off of the bed. She grabs onto his biceps, hard, as his mouth begins to trail over her chin and her jaw, kisses being peppered over the sensitive skin behind her ear and down her neck and at the base of her throat.
"I love you," Chan hums in his desire-deepened voice as he sucks at the skin across her neck. Y/N tips her head back, pressing back into the bed as Chan's touch fills her body with pleasure. "I love you so much. And you're all mine."
Y/N bites her lip; her mind is clouding over already … Chan's words only make her whimper even more, her heart racing at such intimate words filling their most intimate moments.
"Yours," Y/N breathes, her eyes falling shut as Chan's lips start to kiss over her breasts, his tongue a dizzying sensation as licks at her hardened nipples. "I love you."
The way the man's hands are planted firmly on either side of her wait makes Y/N moan; she feels so small against him, his grip on her doing things to her core. He's in between her legs, and she wraps her legs around his body as his nose brushes her inner thigh, making her shudder.
"Why do you smell so good … ?" Chan hums, kissing her thigh. His hands have begun to slide down her waist, his arms wrapping around her thighs as he spreads her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her dripping hole. He smirks devilishly up at her, his tongue running over his lower lip before he teases her by licking a longue, slow stripe from her hole to her throbbing, swollen clit. "Mmm. You taste good too."
Y/N moans; she buries her hands in his curls and tugs at his hair as he laps at her folds a few times, loudly moaning and humming his content against her. The sounds he's making combined with the wetness of his lips against hers makes her breathe heavily, and she's sure she can feel more arousal slipping down her skin and onto the bed sheets. His voice floods through her body in heavy vibrations, and she swallows, mouth suddenly dry.
"Chan … " Y/N cries out; her body is squirming and completely bewitched under her husband's spell. She's slowly beginning to feel delirious, every small touch from Chan making her skin feel like it's burning and every kiss from him making her core feel like it's floating. "Chan please."
Wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand, Chan crawls up to her again so his face is directly above hers. "Please what?"
Y/N's breath hitches as he lowers his face to kiss her mouth again. "Fuck me. Please."
Those three words are Chan's undoing; in a split second, he slides his belt out from his trouser loops and gathering Y/N's hands together with one hand, he pushes them above her head onto the pillow. Her nipples harden again as her breasts perk up at the sudden movement, and her lips part in a trance as Chan ties the leather around her wrists.
He throws his trousers away and slowly runs a hand along the length of his cock; it's hard already, and he pushes the girl's legs wide again before mischievously slapping his length against her wetness.
"Fucking hell … " Y/N whines, gasping at the feeling. "Chan."
The man laughs and slaps her pussy once more, mingling his precum with her arousal before he pushes in without warning; he thrusts into her hard, and the girl cries out as her whole body jolts, her breasts bouncing with the force.
Chan slides his fingers into her tied up hands, his other hand firmly planted beside her on the bed as he pulls out of her painstakingly slowly. When he pushes into her harder the second time, he crashes his lips onto hers and this time kisses her so hard that Y/N can't help but moan louder than before, her voice bouncing off of the walls. Each thrust into her makes a strangely arousing wet sound, the tip of his large cock slamming against her cervix. It's slightly painful and yet she craves the feeling even more, craves to be fucked so hard that she can't remember her name.
"Chan, oh God I - " Chan groans into her mouth and cuts off the rest of her sentence as his slow, hard pace starts to catch up onto him too; he removes his hand from the bed and pushes his body weight onto her, making Y/N gasp with more pleasure. She tightens her thighs around his hips as his body slides against hers, his nipples kissing her nipppes, his stomach caressing hers; they're completely entwined and connected by the darkness of their lust reflecting in each others eyes.
With his now free hand, Chan's fingers crawl around Y/N's neck; he grunts as he continues to slam into her, squeezing her throat as the sound of his skin slapping against hers makes him light headed. His lips continue to torture hers as his moans grow louder, falling into Y/N's mouth with every thrust.
Y/N fights the urge to close her legs as pleasure surges through her; she can't anyway, Chan's muscular body stopping her from doing so. Her legs begin to shake, her heartbeat accelerating and her breathing growing frantic as she feels her core tightening more and more. She can feel Chan's cock twitching inside of her and she knows he's close too; she barely has time to say anything before Chan's cock hits her cervix one last time before his seed explodes inside of her.
The flow of his release creates a strange pressure inside of her and it causes her to shatter; she cries out as her release rips through her, Chan's body wrapping around hers as they both sink into each other, his hand loosening around her throat.
Out of breath, Chan finds her lips again; he's overcome with affection for her all of a sudden and he quickly removes the belt from her wrists before scooping her up into his arms, his cock still buried deep inside of her.
"Oh my gosh I love you," he utters as she buries her face into his neck.
Completely out of it, it's all Y/N can do to say it back. "I love you more."
Looking down at his wife, Chan can't help but chuckle. He gently cups her face and kisses her forehead, running his thumbs over his cheeks. "Did I go a bit overboard?"
"Yes," Y/N nods, opening her eyes and cracking a smile up at him. "No."
Chan laughs and pulls her closer. "My baby."
Y/N smiles at that and rubs her cheek against his chest. She kisses him softly. "You're like two different people. Sex beast one minute and then a cuddle, giggly mess the next. How am I supposed to keep up with that?"
"You're two people yourself, you know," Chan grins. "Kinky baby one minute, and then a sleepy, cuddly mess the next. How am I supposed to keep up with that?"
Y/N giggles. "I love you."
"I love you too," Chan hums happily, squeezing his wife tighter. "Let me get you cleaned up and then I'll make you some tea. Or hot chocolate. Or whatever you want."
With a doting kiss on her forehead, Chan pinches her cheeks gently before leaning over and grabbing a small towel.
