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“COLA” B. C. Pt. 6

I have never been so happy to post something in my life. I edited this part so much I think I’m probably insane by now. Please give me some feedback because honestly I want a pat on the back for this one lol. 🖤 Enjoy ….or else ;/ 🖤 (put the song on loop…you won’t regret it.) 🖤

[ MDNI ]

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"Channie…?"

You whispered into the darkness, ears perking up at the sound of the bedroom door closing, followed by a soft click of the lock switching into place.

There was no answer.

Was he here…or were you imagining things?…

The question beckoned you to call out for him again, voice a soft tremor as you sat up in bed, "Chris?…"

Again, no answer.

You attempted to peer past the dim golden light provided by the lamp situated on the nightstand near your borrowed bed. Something in the limited abyss shuffled, and you stared harder to find the source of the noise.

There was nothing, no figure, no silhouette you could make out clearly.

He wasn't there…?

Maybe it was the gradual toll the sleeping pills were beginning to take on you or the impending anxiety of being left alone, but your heart broke a little at the notion Chan hadn’t followed you. Either reason resulted in hot tears building in your eyes as the thought crossed your mind, and you clutched the duvet to your chest with a small and tight fist.

He’s not here….I’m just dreaming up things…how could I be so…stupid?

Your psyche wasted no time in berating itself, effortlessly plunging you into a cycle of self doubt, and hidden heartbreak.

A viscous merry go round of overthinking that made you unaware of another presence in the room.

Chan was, in fact, there, keeping to the shadows to watch you from afar., reading your reactions for any sign of regret.

He didn't want to force or compel you to do anything uncomfortable…

You seemed so small, curled up in bed with only the covers and a short nightdress to keep yourself warm, waiting for him as obediently as he asked you to, and Chan tried not to dwell on the fact that your obvious longing for him poured off in waves.

You desperately did; he'd always been partial to those who needed him and wanted his protection.

Adorable, he found you truly adorable…

He could've admired you like this for hours, observedyour pining for his attention, or simply found joy in guarding your sleeping form, among other things he'd imagined.

Chan wanted to do what so many other men had failed to time and time again…

Love you….unconditionally.

He was careful not to show himself, calmly pacing towards the unoccupied side of the bed and lingering there for a moment as your wide, glossy eyes tried to spot him in the dark.

"Chan…" you mumbled one last time, a solemn tremble in your tone and a single tear slipping down your cheek as a twinge of pain prickled your spine.

A stupid reaction….

That's what you thought of the tears threatening to trickle out as you considered the possibility that Chan wasn't there. He'd decided to leave you alone, sleeping soundly in his own room with a clear conscience and the intention to carry on through the next day as if nothing had happened between you two.

He wouldn't do that?….

Would he?…

A small voice echoed concerns in your head, worsening the tightness building in your chest, and for a moment, it felt like the air was impossible to breathe.

You knew Chan wasn't the type of man to break promises or tell you to do something he wasn't sure of doing himself, but the cycle of utter abandonment you'd endured in the past had your mind reeling with assumptions.

Did your encounter with him happen, or was it a vivid dream bleeding into reality from your lack of sleep?

Were you still dreaming -caught in a misguided universe and unwilling to leave it?

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, a weak distraction from the urge to cry, but it suffices for a moment as the taste of his lips on yours comes rushing back.

It had happened…

You couldn't mistake the feeling of kissing Chan for anything else…

So why did your heart crumble to pieces at the thought of him leaving you alone in the night? He had no obligation to be with you and even less of a reason to entertain your so-called "puppy love"…

Maybe you'd underestimated your attachment to him. Even if it was cultivated from afar for years…. it'd grown into something potent.

Passion…

You weren't sure, head lowering as the tears finally fell from your eyes, but remained gliding your skin as you laid back down on your side to silently cry.

I'm so fucking stupid….

Your soft sniffles snapped Chan out of his daze, coaxing the older man to peer down at your now curled-up form. You quieted your crying, staring at nothing in particular as your breaths became uneven, and just as you stifled another round of tears, the bed shifted.

"I'm right here, sweetheart," Chan whispered against the shell of your ear, slipping under the covers to lay beside you. His arms encircled your waist and stomach, dragging your back to his bare chest, and you shivered as his body heat seared past your nightdress to warm the skin hidden underneath.

He felt you shudder, smiling softly as he inhaled your flowery scent and gently repeated his words to ease your crying. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, Princess," his soothing tone was laced with guilt, voice hoarse from lack of sleep, but eliminating your overthinking in seconds.

You didn't have to think anymore, not while Chan was near, and your tears seemed to dry completely as he reassured you of that.

"Face me," he commanded gently, lifting his arms around you just enough to obey his request, and you do without question.

Chan internalized the sight of tears rolling down your cheeks, how they gathered under your chin just to drip onto him, and his eyes narrowed as he realized the extent of your damaged temperament. How long have you been this way? Had your own family and personal life become that tormenting?

He intended to find out, but before he could pose the gentle questions, you raised your head, your eyes boring into his as you spoke barely above a whisper.

"You're here.." rings as he smiles down at you, a hand raising to rest under your head and brush through a section of your hair. His fingertips were oddly callous, rarely away from the keyboard of his laptop or pressing switches and buttons on a recording panel. It was a nice change to tangle them in your soft locks, steadying the both of you as he whispered back to you, "I am…"

Chan paused, wiping away the lingering teardrops on your face as a soft chuckle emptied his chest, "…so why the tears, pretty girl? Hm?… I hate to see you cry…"

Pretty girl…?

The pet name alone made you melt, but hearing Chan say it had a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, eyes watering a little, and your head ducking to hide in his chest as a blush overtook you. Why'd he have to be so sweet? Had it really been that long since you'd been complimented…

Really admired…

He'd only said a few words, and you were already a mess, flustered, and increasingly wet. Thankfully, you could hide the last sign of arousal by pressing your thoughts together, but much to your embarrassment, Chan preferred to have you as close as humanly possible.

"C'mere," he beckoned you in lovingly, not waiting for your body to move on its own and sliding the hand on your waist all the way down to hook under your knee. His touch left ripples of heat in its wake, intensifying rapidly as he wrapped your leg around his waist, "Much better, yeah?" Chan posed the rhetorical question innocently, thoroughly enjoying the soft gasp you let out as your dampened panties glided over his grey sweats and the shudder of delight that jolted your body against his larger frame.

"Mhm…" you whined in agreement, leaning towards incoherency as Chan placed a kiss on the top of your head as his hold traveled higher up your leg again. His hand passed over your thigh, slipping past the hem of your nightdress without pause to still on your hip, and you half expected him to raise his touch higher.

He did no such thing, beginning to toy with the pastel pink lace and white cotton material of your panties, hooking one finger under the band to tenderly pull and snap the fabric against your skin. You mewled in slight pain as the spurts of tingling pain combined with the friction of your panties rubbing over your folds with each inaudible ' snap.'

"C-Chris…" you purred into his chest, starting to squirm as he kept going, testing how sensitive you were and satisfied with the way you're slick soaked through to stain his sweat. He barely did a thing to you, simply watching you fall to pieces with dark eyes and muttering borderline filthy praises against your parted lips as you did.

"Feels good…mhm, I know."

You nod as if he really needs an answer, hands glued to his broad shoulders for support as your hips start to move on their own, grinding against his thing in a timid, mindless rhythm. A strange urge pooled in your stomach, scaring and intriguing you all at once, and the combination failed to stay hidden.

Chan registered the confusion, infatuation, and newfound pleasure creeping into your expressions. You'd never come before -not like this- and he found it amusing but enlightening.

The closer you got to your high, the harder your nails dug into him, your mouth falling open to let out hushed moans, and your eyes lulling to the back of your head as he edged you.

"Chan…please…" you mumble, unsure of what you're begging for as your brows knit together, instinctively asking for his help to understand. He laughs softly, withdrawing his hand from your hip and capturing your lips in a tender kiss to distract you from the sudden loss of friction.

You stop rutting against his thigh, dazed out of your mind as Chan flicks his tongue along yours, deepening the kiss while swallowing your shaky whimpers. He held you tight, stealing your breath away and steadily losing grip on restraint as the imprint of his cock pressed onto your thinly covered stomach.

Chan groaned at the pressure your more petite frame imposed on him, pulling back from your lips with a thin strand of spit connecting you both, "I'm going to touch you now….is that okay, little one?" He shifted his head to keep eye contact with your disoriented stare, smiling as you nodded weakly and whined a "Yes, please.." in response.

"Good.." he sighed, inwardly relieved but outwardly poised as he rolled onto his back. Chan took you with him, settling your body on top of his. The short nightgown rode up your thighs, showing him more of your skin and the embarrassingly drenched state of your panties. You hung your head with a quiet whimper as the cold air hit your cunt, feeling shy as Chan's hands trailed up and down your waist, "Look at me, princess."

His command cut through the air, low and comforting, but your inner thoughts rang louder.

He probably thought you were easy…

Maybe even naive for getting so worked so easily…

Should I really go through with this?…

Would he ignore me after, leave me alone like every other person, or would this mean something to him?

Chan spotted the insecurity crawling back into you and instinctively stamped it out with a few sincere words. "Eyes on me…" he repeats, lifting his hips gingerly to catch your attention and bring you back to reality.

You bite back a moan as his erection glides past your covered slit, staining another spot on his sweat with your cum, and ultimately drawing your focus as he intended. Your eyes wander to his, small hands resting on his toned abdomen as you listen to what he says.

"I won't…." Chan pauses, holding your gaze as he tongues his cheek, trying not to smile as you tilt your head like a curious puppy.

He never wanted to see that innocence of yours fade…ever.

"We don't have to do this. If you're uncomfortable, I won't continue…and need you to know…that I care."

Your gaze softens as his words resonate, a warmth filling your chest as he intertwines one of his hands with yours, giving it a light squeeze before using it to pull you down.

He catches your features for any lingering doubt as you part your lips to answer him, "I want to…Channie."

You flash him a smile, losing the will to hover above him as he kisses you and not resisting the force Chan uses to flip your position again. His weight on top of you is a welcomed security blanket from the cold room, every muscle in his body flexing under your touch as the kiss grew sloppier, and the knot in your stomach recoiled with each moan he silenced.

You were so naturally quiet, and he loved to hear your pretty moan reverberate around the room, but the risk of his family hearing the two of you made Chan much more conscious and cautious.

One day, hopefully soon, he could listen to you scream as much as you pleased, but for now, he'd have to settle for muffling those cries with a hand clasped over your mouth as he pushed his cock inch by inch into your drooling cunt.

He didn’t bother to remove your panties, quite entertained by the delicate contrast between the lacy fabric slid to one side of your puffy folds and the girth of length as it fluidly pushed passed them.

Chan had no intention to hurt you, assuming it was your first time, and he was proven right from the tears gathering on your bottom lashes. You sobbed once, keening underneath him as his cock stretched you to new lengths, and his hand on your mouth tightened as he fought the urge to quickly sink himself further in. You clearly weren't ready for such a forceful entry, and Chan made a mental note to build you up to one later.

He could bear the burden of taking you slowly the first time, groaning curses that dripped with his accent, and studying the way your pupils blew wide as lust poured through your body tamed him well enough.

"Shh… I'm almost there, baby girl. You can take a little more…" Chan praised your efforts to stay sane, holding back a smirk as your cunt clenched around his cock greedily, welcoming the last of his length with no hesitation. You let the tears fall then, seeing white spots the moment he filled you up and unconsciously whimpering loudly.

It hurt….so much, but the pleasure doubled in earnest as he grunted and sighed in pure satisfaction. "There we go….you did so well, Princess. Taking me nice and easy, yeah?"

Oh, that tremor in his voice was like music to your ears, a rush of ecstasy soaring right to your head as you nodded lazily and stared up at him like he was god himself.

In a sense…he was.

To you, anyway.

Chan's dark hair fell right over his eyes, curls becoming more evident as a thin sheen of sweat graced his skin, and you deeply desired to run your hands through it -have another place on him to touch and admire- but all you could manage at the moment was grasping his veiny forearms.

Although, your hold on him faltered immediately as he drew his hips back, allowing only the head of his cock to rest inside, and you both shivered at the generous amount of cum that leaked out from the particular action.

"Fuck…" he groans softly, tempted to pull out and sneak a taste of your precious cunt, but thought better of it as you squirmed beneath him to be filled again.

You'd never wanted something this bad, and it felt oddly invigorating to be so desperate for him.

For a man who is anything but perfect in your eyes…

Chan let his head fall to your shoulder, jaw clenching to stop the moan he desperately wanted to emit as your silky cunt drew him back in, avidly accepting his swift and sharp thrusts to the point a glossy ring of mixed cum started to build around his base.

"Fuck you're tight…." Chan breathes into your skin, forgetting to be gentle with you as his hips pick up pace and the hand on your mouth shifts to slide two fingers in.

You gagged gently, having to adjust to the invasion rather quickly but beginning to enjoy it as he ruts his cock harder into your fluttering walls. He pressed your head harder into the pillow, hips snapping into yours at a harsher speed, and his eyes sliding shut as your thighs quivered against his waist. A sure sign to him that you were nearer to coming after mere moments of him fucking you.

It brought a smile to Chan's face, how easily he could make you cum -on your first time too- and he refused for it to be the last.

Drool ran down your chin, tongue mindlessly swirling around his fingers as they stifled your moans, and the consistent hits of his cock on your fleshy sweet spots dominated every nonexistent thought you'd had.

A boiling whip of pleasure curled itself in your core, begging to unfurl as you gazed up at Chan through watery eyes, and you hoped he glimpsed the impending desperation in them, or else you'd let go unexpectedly…

You'd never come before; the sensation was overwhelming already, but as Chan's lustful stare morphed into gentle reassurance, you felt at ease.

He slipped his fingers from your messy mouth, holding his weight up with the now unoccupied hand before pressing his forehead to yours. Chan breathed in your moans, eyes fixed on yours as his thrusts became shallow and deliberate. He'd figured your body out now, deciding to drag his cock past every sensitive area in your cunt for as long as possible, and your eyes rolled from the decisive friction.

Oh, he couldn't have that….

No, he needed to see your innocence slip away as you come clear as crystal.

"Eyes on me when you come, Princess. Yes….there we go, beautiful…" Chan smiled as you attempted to keep your focus, clawing at his back as the intensity of his stare and the excitement of his praise sent a wild shiver up your spine.

You were inches from cumming, holding onto Chan so tight like he'd disappear if you let go too soon, and the shared heat made his following words significantly impactful.

"Cum for me, sweet girl.,let it all go for me, yeah?" He pecked your trembling lips, trailing a hand over your pert breasts to your lower stomach, gently palming over where your womb is before settling his touch on your clit with gentle circulations of his thumb.

You saw stars, allowing the knot to tug loose, lips parting to release a silent scream as your back arched away from the dampened sheets.

The combination of being spoken to so affectionately while being thrown over the edge of satisfaction pulled desires and impulses out of you before logic could halt them.

"Daddy…" you purred salaciously against Chan's lips, blushing furiously at your sudden vulnerability as he bottomed out in you, letting you gush on his cock as your entire body shook underneath his.

I shouldn't have let that slip out…fuck me…

He definitely thinks there's something wrong with me now, your embarrassment seemed to double as Chan stopped breathing for a second. He'd been called the title as a joke many times before, but hearing you say it so passionately….so endearingly…

It was heartwarming to him in a way but much more arousing than he expected it to be.

You opened your mouth to squeak out some form of apology or remorse but lost the will to speak as Chan returned to his previous pace of quick, pointed thrusts.

"Say that again…" he practically groans out, thrusts becoming greedy, sloppy, and unashamedly rougher. You struggle to speak, legs shaking as he rams into you with a particular twist of gentleness and possessiveness in his eyes, but the fear of leaving Chan unsatisfied coaxes an airy response from you between shuddering whines.

"Nghhymmm….hah…..d-daddy…daddy…..daddy…" you babble his newfound title like a sacred prayer, starting to drool again as your gaze settled lower, admiring how his cock plunged in and out of your clearly addictive cunt. Chan felt his abdomen tighten, cock twitching as each syllable rolled off your tongue, and that shameless greed in your expression watching him fuck you added to his peak.

When had you gotten so filthy?….

Had he ruined your pretty little mind so soon?

"Want daddy to come inside you or on you, hm? Tell me before I decide myself, Princess…" he smiles, appearing considerate of your choice but inwardly leaning towards deciding for you.

You swallow thickly, not sure how to answer his question at first, but coming to the conclusion feeling his cum fill you up would be a great experience.

"Inside…" you huff, moaning softly as the insufferable surge of cumming rises in your stomach again, and Chan's melodic hum of agreement resonates through the room, "Good choice…"

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Fun fact: I WROTE THIS PART 4 times and tumblr didn’t save a single ONE. I damn near gave up but thank the universe I didn’t because this turned out well…in my opinion. 🖤 Not to mention I was lacking focus because of my newly rekindled obsession with Hazbin Hotel (Alastor and Lucifer to be specific) but don’t worry I’m not going to stop writing for SKZ anytime soon… 🖤

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