04.13 -- bang chan x han jisung
twitter work ! @jisvngsclit
first time (for chan, not hanji), blowjobs, petnames,
chan had always been clingy with the members, managers, friends or coworkers, anyone. basically, he's clingy. of course, how clingy he is depends on how comfortable he is with the person, and he happens to be quite comfortable with a certain boy named han jisung. jisung and chan have been working together for years, with 3racha before stray kids and even before that. jisung is rarely ever alone. he's always with someone doing something, whether it involves him or not. and of course, because of this, word had gotten out long ago about how well he wrecks his partners. chan has heard so many stories from trainees, staff, and even other idols.
so chan being clingy was jisung's first step to getting in his pants.
come on, everyone has seen the way chan moves. he's a monster on stage. he just has to have that kind of power over people in bed. and jisung wants that. of course, jisung couldn't be more wrong. chan has never seen another mans penis or a womans vagina his life. he'd be lying if he wasn't curious, but he's really just too nervous to ask his friends or initiate anything. chan whimpered into the hug he's currently sharing with jisung, and that sent shivers down the latter's spine. he knew he couldn't do anything with the members around them. jisung couldn't stop thinking about using chan, just absolutely destroying his cock and let chan do whatever he wanted to him.
"channie," jisung muttered, holding chan's wrists and swaying them lightly, "come with me for a sec, please."
"what's up, sungie?" chan asks innocently, curling up in his shoulder when they sit down on the couch in the empty studio. jisung doesn't say anything, just kisses chan. quite hard, as a matter of fact.
"jisung, what are you doing?" chan gasps, not opposed to the feeling of the younger's soft lips on his, just purely shocked.
"can't handle it anymore. you're just so hot." jisung growls, whipping his leg over chan's and sitting in his lap, grinding slowly and nipping at ji's neck.
"ji.. jisungie wait." chan breathes, his hands naturally resting at sung's hips.
"do you not want it? i'm sorry, i'll stop.." jisung panics, starting to climb off chan.
"no!" chan grabs jisung's hips and pulls him back to his lap. "i mean.. no, i want it, just nervous.." he shrinks.
"you? nervous? why?" jisung asks.
"i've uh.. never like.." chan trails off, motioning to the situation.
"you.. you're a virgin?" jisung shrieked, he wasn't expecting that whatsoever. chan nods slowly, embarrassed.
"that's okay, baby.. there's no need to be embarrassed." jisung holds chan's face, kissing his forehead sweetly.
"do you still want to?" they ask in unison, giggling for a moment before jisung speaks.
"yes, i do. as long as you're okay with it." and chan nods, wrapping his arms around jisungs neck and pulling him down into a kiss. they stay making out for a while, jisungs sense of need from earlier dying down just a bit, but never completely. holding chan's shoulders and neck while they kiss, messy and soft, jisung slowly rolls his hips into chan's, letting his head fall to chan's shoulder to mouth along his neck. chan whimpers and tries moving jisungs hips again, growing needy for the friction.
"what do you want, baby?" jisung asks, sucking a small hickey into chan's collarbone.
"you.. please." chan whines quietly, pulling jisung into another kiss and trying desperately to grind forwards.
"yeah baby? you seem to really know what you're doing for someone who hasn't done this before." jisung teases, running his fingers through chan's hair and tugging slightly at the back, watching as chan's face contorts in pleasure.
"please, want you to teach me. please, sung." chan begs, closing his eyes and rubbing his hands against jisungs thighs. jisung lets out a small purr and climbs off chan's lap. chan whines at the loss but quickly moves past it and he feels hands undoing his pants, his hands flying to his face to cover his blushing cheeks. chan straightens against the couch so jisung can pull his pants and boxers to his ankles, letting out small gasps and whimpers at the cold air hitting his dick. his face reddens more at hearing jisungs little gasp.
"is something wrong..?" he asks cautiously, not sure of what caused the younger's reaction.
"no. nothing at all channie." he pauses, licking a stripe up chan's length,
"i'm just.. so surprised that you have such a big cock and you don't even know how to use it." he sighs, looking up at chan to see him still recovering from the small kitten licks.
"can i suck you off? please, i'll beg." jisung asks sweetly, laying his head against chan's thigh.
"please don't." chan squeaks, hands creeping back up to his face. jisung makes a confused face and backs off a bit, raising chan's attention and he scrambles to grab jisung.
"no.. no no i meant don't beg. please.. you can do the uh.. other thing." chan rambles, cursing at himself. jisung nods and smiles at the others nervousness, moving to lick around the head of chan's length. chan's sharp inhale tells jisung to keep going, slowly beginning to bob his head and bring his tongue more into the dynamic. after a few minutes, chan is whining, moaning, and pulling on jisung's hair, begging for him to stop, but then contradictingly pushing jisungs head down on his cock lightly. jisung is moaning as well, getting off simply to the sound of chan's moans. and when chan is cumming in thick white ropes, jisung is finding it hard not to smile at the embarrassment on chan's face afterwards.