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(A/N): I got thirsty after seeing Sunwoo abs everywhere-
Sunwoo
* As Sunwoo’s girlfriend, you accompanied him when he was at his BYOK photo shoot.
* To say that you were surprised that he was wearing a crop top would be an understatement.
* You couldn’t help but blush when Sunwoo posed, exposing his toned body. They weren’t prominent abs, but he didn’t have a baby tummy either. Either way he was perfect to you.
* He would catch you staring and blush, pulling his shirt down.
* “I can see your abs, Sunwoo~”
* “I don’t have them!” He would laugh.
* “You look so good, Sunwoo!”
* All this praise would have him smiling from ear to ear. To tease you even more, he’d pull his shirt up again.
* “You really think so?~”
* You didn’t like the fact that he was showing Deobi his body before he got the chance to show you in an intimate way :((
* “Don’t worry (Y/N)~ you can touch anytime you want~”
* After filming, we all know y’all gonna go back to his the dorm and you finna mark him up-
* Leave visible hickeys on his body so that it can’t be exposed unless he wants everyone to know that he’s taken 😭💖
Chanhee
* Do you have a death wish trying to feel if Chanhee has abs?!
* Of course the baby doesn’t. But he has the most beautiful tiny waist.
* You would plan a sneak attack and grab his sides from behind…
* Chanhee would jump, scream and step back, shocked and embarrassed.
* “What are you doing, (Y/N)?!” ;-;
* It would embarrass him because he knows he’s thinner than most guys, and what if you disliked that?
* He’d avoid you for a while after that.
* “You’re so pretty, Chanhee. You don’t need to gain muscle, I promise.”
* Eventually he would give into your requests for back hugs and cuddles.
* Your hand would slide under his shirt and smooth over his dainty waist.
* Honestly loves it when you hold him tight to your body; so he’s yours.
cw: afab!reader, voyeur!chanhee, like one slap, handjob, juyeon calls reader “noona” a bit, slight edging, non protected oral sex (wrap it before u tap it!), finger sucking, bad writing LMAOO.
he was mostly the only one providing for him and his roommate, juyeon, with juyeon still being in college for his medical degree and chanhee having graduated a year prior.
the two were quite close, both being interested in dance, they met at an idol company audition. although neither had gotten in, they grew close and eventually moved in together.
the two were quite close, both being interested in dance, they met at an idol company audition. although neither had gotten in, they grew close and eventually moved in together.
as chanhee tossed his briefcase onto the sofa, he undid his tie to loosen his neck before he heard noises exuding from the first room. confused yet curious, he approached cautiously.
inching closer, the noises grew much more prominent as he finally identified them. they were moans…?
but who would that be? chanhee found himself thinking, his feet having a mind of their own as they moved closer, and closer, until he could slightly peak into the room from where the sounds had been coming from.
“aah! y/n!” a familiar voice moaned before a slap echoed throughout the room. chanhee’s eyes widened at the scene he had stumbled upon.
juyeon’s moans increased in volume due to the slap as he fucked himself up into your hand.
chanhee played close to the door in a desperate attempt to conceal himself as his bulge erected against the door frame. he found himself unknowingly grinding towards it to relieve himself of the urge he had.
“so cute, baby.” you cooed, a hand carressing juyeon’s face as his hand clung onto your arm. “n-noona, i’m gonna cum soon,” he cried, your hand speeding up as you pumped his dick faster. “please can i cum.” he pleaded, eyes closing as he felt himself melt into the pleasure.
chanhee gulped, why was this so hot? he wondered as his hand found it’s way to his dick, palming and rubbing his clothed cock. he tried his best to conceal his whimpers, biting his lip harshly, almost drawing blood. but when he began rubbing his palm over his tip, it became harder to keep quiet.
“wait juyeonnie.” you replied, your hands making their way to your clit, rubbing and circling it as you moved to straddle juyeon. his pink bulging dick stood upright as you positioned yourself above his cock, sinking down as you let out a huge sigh of pleasure.
juyeon let a giant moan out as he found himself begging. “please, please, please.” he whispered over and over again. “please let me cum, i’ve been such a good boy.” he pleaded, his hips thrusting up into you.
“be patient, baby. and of course you’ve been good.” you praised, rubbing your hands on his toned chest as you leaned into juyeon, your lips connecting with his as you slipped your tongue in, juyeon was moaning and groaning and overall being a mess, all while you bounced on his throbbing cock.
this is all too much for chanhee to take in as he whips out his dick, bringing his fingers up to his lips, slowly sliding them past his plump lips and into his mouth as he began sucking on them.
soon, your sounds begin to grow louder as juyeon whines underneath you, writhing at the pleasure. “y/n, i’m so close.” he muttered, gripping your shirt with his hand. only moments later, did he finally yell the words. “i’m gonna cum, can i cum please?”
you pull him in for a final kiss, the kiss was rough and lust driven with you continuing to bounce on top of him, your bounces becoming sloppy as your legs weakened due to your incoming orgasm. “cum, baby.” a string of curses fell out of juyeon’s drool covered mouth as his eyes screwed shut out of pleasure.
the boy’s relaxed upon releasing his fluids inside of you, as you continue riding him for a split second, before coming as well.
while you and juyeon cuddle on the bed in silence, chanhee’s still stood at the door frame, so close to his peak. the boy continues thrusting up into his hand, pathetically, his eyes shutting close when he feels himself getting close.
upon reaching his climax, chanhee accidentally lets slip a loud moan, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth once he realised what he had just done.
this noise alerted both you and juyeon as you turn around to face the door, you lean to the side to get a closer look. “chanhee?”
the said boy gulps, stepping only slightly to the side to be in better view. “y-yes?” he timidly answers, cursing himself for stuttering, he never stutters.
“we were going for round 2, would you like to join us?”
The dress was a little rumpled, but it was tailored perfectly, the bodice still fitting snug and graceful to his slim torso, dipping to reveal an expanse of his creamy neck. Chanhee looked down shyly as you eyed him like a predator and he was the prey. You reached down and gathered handfuls of the heavy skirt, it took you a moment to get beneath the petticoat to hike it up so you could reach beneath. When you did, you were startled to find another layer of thin satin. You couldn’t believe your eyes; beneath the skirt, Chanhee was wearing a pair of silky baby pink panties, clinging tightly to his ass.
“Fuck, Chanhee. Did you steal these off me, hm?”
“I-I thought you’d like me to wear them...”
He smiled and then his bashful eyes darted away again. You couldn’t help but touch, using your body to pin his skirt up as you slid your hands along the curves of his ass, then down, between his legs, where the fabric clung tight to his member.
“You were right, baby boy. You look so pretty in this...my perfect Princess.”
His heart swelled and his cheeks blushed at the thought of being called pretty, and a Princess. Your fingers slid lightly against the fabric and Chanhee moaned ecstatically, spreading his legs a little in spite himself. You turned your attention to his tiny waist; it was so beautiful, like a woman’s.
“What?”
He smiled, teasingly and folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. He knew he was fucking beautiful. Your precious baby boy wasn’t always so obedient.
“Don’t have attitude with me, Choi Chanhee.”
“What are you going to do about it, (Y/N)?~”
*(Y/N): ಠ_ಠ oi cmere u lil shit*
[Literally 5 mins later]
Chanhee cried out in a high, loud, sweet cry as he was brought to his first ever orgasm, his little body bucking and twitching and arching back as your hands held him in place, holding his twitching hips as you continued to suck and stroke his cock, moaning happily as it filled your mouth with hot, thick cum. Shivers ran up his little body, his mind gone blank white, his voice coming out in slightly girlish moans and mewls as the amazing pleasure continued.
“Ahhhh~”
You flipped Chanhee around so he was on his front, and you slapped his ass promptly, massaging his cheeks under the ruffles of the skirt.
“You look so good with this on. But to be straight with you, I much prefer taking it off of you.”
→ Summary; it's not often that Chanhee gets sick, but when he does, he's a very big crybaby about it. That, or he really is in as much pain as he says he is—regardless that leaves you to take care of him, and funnily enough, it has its perks.
• WC/genre: 2K of smut + fluff
• Includes/cw: Chanhee being sick and reader taking care of him, no kissies on lips 😔, sub!Chanhee, gn!reader, fingering (m receiving), dick neglection (?), handjobs, brief praise, aftercare
Riding the bus wasn't your favorite thing to do, but it was soothing if you were in the right mood.
Sadly, you weren't. Mostly due to the fact that Chanhee was quite literally blowing up your phone with texts asking how much longer it'd take you to be off the train and on your way with his precious medicine, making you sigh and roll your eyes before shooting him a reply that you'd be there soon, but knowing nothing would calm him down until you were in front of him to prove it.
You can't help but smile.
Chanhee didn't complain much about anything, besides maybe you not helping him with washing the dishes or set the table while he made dinner, but everything else was, at most, a dirty look that softened relatively quickly. Sickness, though, was a whole other ballgame.
He would rant and rave about the tiniest of phantom pains, practically on the male equivalent of his period with the way his mood would get snappy and sour at the slightest inconveniences.
But maybe he really did just have a shit pain tolerance like he'd often hint at. Though it didn't stop you from still being baffled when he'd get a bad cramp in the middle of the night and whine about it until he'd fall asleep again.
Coming back to reality as you glance up to the bus's nearing destination, you stretch lazily and begin to stand, muscles aching from walking all day and back cracking loud enough for you to wonder if other people heard it. The bus slows to a stop before finally lurching against the sidewalk, and you take your leave through the opening doors with an appreciative thanks to the driver.
Almost immediately after you hop down from the steps, a layering of chilly wind washes harshly against your front and the familiar smell of petrichor into your nose, relentless rain droplets against your coat as you begin in a jog in the direction of your apartment. Chanhee must be freezing right now, you think, concern growing even heavier at the visible breaths of air you let out. If he's already got the sniffles, a sore throat, and headaches, he's probably getting worse considering you'd forgotten to turn the heater on before you left.
Stupid mistake.
It takes maybe a couple more minutes, less than it'd take if you were walking like normal, before you're finally at your door, punching in the code for the lock before shouldering it open and kicking off your shoes on the shoe rack. It's cold inside, you can tell by the way your cheeks still feel numb.
"Chanhee! I got your medicine!" Your words echo throughout the hall, spreading out when you keep calling his name as you move farther in; past the open kitchen and to the bedroom door opposite the bathroom.
When you come into the room, Chanhee is still in the bed where he was when you left, but this time, he's sat up, looking at you with hooded eyes and a thin sheen of sweat covering his face. He frowns, "It's about time. While I was here suffering, you were out with your friends. Unbelievable..," he pouts and shakes his head.
With a chuckle and now eased posture, you sit in front of him and set the bag of medicine beside you to check his temperature. He's extremely hot.
"Yeah, well, staying around you while you're sick is enough to drive me crazy so you can't really pin the blame on me for needing to leave. Plus, it's not like you tried to stop me, did you?" You smile at him, standing back up to go run him a lukewarm bath.
"I was asleep!"
"Your problem, not mine!"
___
"Alright, up you go."
"Ah, but my whole body hurts..."
"Too bad, you're sweating a bunch and you haven't done anything to clean yourself yet."
Another tug of Chanhee's hands, and he's stumbling into your arms with a raspy groan at the jerky movement. You pat his back, pecking his damp forehead, then drag him to the bathroom.
"Can you undress yourself or do you need my help with everything?" You half-joke.
"Don't be rude, it's actually hard for me to do a lot of things," Chanhee utters bitterly, but he does manage to pull his shirt over his head, albeit with your help, as well as his pants and boxers before stepping into the water.
"Or maybe you're just fragile as hell and the smallest things have you bedridden for a week."
"Oh my god I'm gonna-"
"Hush, princess, you won't do anything," you find yourself laughing as you lower yourself to your knees beside the tub, folding your arms on the side before resting your cheek atop them, "Just relax, okay? I know you're too tired to argue right now, so let yourself calm down for a couple."
He thankfully doesn't protest, and takes your advice for once; letting himself fall against the back of the bathtub and close his eyes, the sigh through his nose an indication that he's allowing himself to enjoy the water. He looks so peaceful like this. Doll-like eyelashes fluttering against smooth, heated cheeks, and head slowly lolling to face you.
You feel yourself reach out. You know it's happening, but you don't stop it when you run a hand through Chanhee's bangs, then swipe a thumb past his eyelid to trail to his nose, then lips.
He opens his eyes, but doesn't say anything, even if he probably finds it strange. He lets you touch him.
"You're very pretty," you mumble whilst pouring water onto his head using the wash bucket on the back surface of the bathtub. Drops trickle down into mini patterns on his face, and he drags a hand over it to clear them away.
"Even while sick?" He raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at your answer.
You comb the water into his hair to wet it as you nod, "Even while sick."
Chanhee smiles, "So, how was your day out?"
"It was nice. Found a perfect place where I'd love to take you, actually."
"Oh? Where?"
"The bone zone-"
"Oh my god, you're so annoying!"
You erupt into a fit of laughter as Chanhee swats a hand at you, getting some of your shirt and arm wet where you shield yourself from his little attack. You pinch his cheek, flashing a toothy grin, "Oh, come on! That was a good one and you know it. Smooth as ever if I do say so myself."
"Yeah, and you're the only one saying so," He pouts, pulling away from your pinchy fingers and trying his best to hide the steadily growing smirk that threatens to break his face into a smile. Stubborn as always, you see.
"You can leave now," Chanhee gives you a pointed look.
"Alright, alright. I'll be in the bedroom awaiting any further commands, your highness," You shake your head, and make a grand display of leaving the room and him to his own privacy.
Chanhee doesn't take long in the bath anyway, so you knew you wouldn't have to wait long as you fall back against the bed, shifting around until you've made yourself comfortable against the strewn navy covers. You spare a glance out the window pressed against your side; still raining, and still bathed in a silver glow from the blanketing clouds. It'd make you kind of sad, if not melancholic, but you were in a good mood from coming home, so at the most, you were calm.
Calm, even when Chanhee emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam a half hour later, only wearing a pink striped button up pajama shirt and matching bottoms, hands raised above his head whilst he dries his hair with a small towel. He comes to a stop in front of you.
"There he is," you exclaim, looking up from your phone and patting the spot next to you with a mischievous glint in your eye, "C'mere."
"I wonder why I'm hesitating," he says, and you can practically feel the the sarcasm in his words.
"Because hot people make you nervous? Duh."
"Are you insinuating that you're hot?"
That's your queue.
Leaning forward, you grab Chanhee's wrist and tug him into your chest, causing him to stumble slightly, but you catch him and pull him flush against you. A flurry of kisses to his face, excluding his lips, ensue.
Chanhee squirms around in your arms and acts like he doesn't like the affection at first, but a few more seconds of the same treatment prove true to his soft side when he goes limp and begins to giggle at the ticklish feel of your butterfly pecks.
Oh, that giggle. How you loved to hear it; sweet and beautiful like the chime of the prettiest bell in your ears.
You pull him on top of you as you relax against the crevice where the mattress meets the wall, and rest your cheek on the top of his head, humming, "You saying that I'm not hot?"
"Yes."
"Damn."
"Kidding."
"No you weren't."
"Yes I was."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"You- Hush!" Chanhee covers your mouth finally and you chuckle against his palm at his feeble attempt to silence you.
You press a kiss to it instead of bickering further, causing him to soften. Just then, you realize something as you touch down his wrist.
"Woah, has your fever not died down at all? You're even starting to sweat a little bit again, too..."
Your suspicions prove true when a closer inspection at the ruddy skin flushed from his cheeks down to his chest and heavier-than-normal breathing indicates that he's still hot, or at least overheated.
"Here," you murmur, already shifting him on his back so you can easily unclasp the buttons of his shirt, "Are you in any pain or is it still just the sore throat?"
"The headache I had earlier is starting to come back. It's getting worse, but that's about it so don't worry, I'll be fine," Chanhee tries his hand at reassurance, you can tell, but it doesn't do anything to stop you from crawling over him to scurry into the kitchen.
"I'm getting you some water, hang on!" You call out from down the hall, making quick work of filling up a decently sized glass before you return to him with some painkillers as well. He barely manages to sit up when you reach him; his face scrunching at the obvious pain that's beginning to hit him tenfold as he gratefully takes the pills and throws his head back when he tosses them in his mouth, chasing them with the cold glass of water you provided.
"Ah, it's actually really starting to hurt...," Chanhee whimpers and at the sound, you slide back into the bed to pepper his face with pecks once again. He's grateful for the comfort, if the way he gently drapes his arm over your shoulder says anything.
"Oh, my poor baby," you coo lowly, feeling the goosebumps on his back that prickle at your tone, "Is there anything I can do to make it better? Did you already take your medicine?"
"Yeah.. still hurts.."
"I can tell," you snort and trail a finger down Chanhee's sternum, looping it back up to flick at one of his nipples. He jolts, and you can't help but give a cheeky smirk, "Even your nipples have taken on somewhat of a hue. I wonder what other places are doing the same thing...," your words would hold suggestion to even the most clueless of people, spoken through lips now slicked with saliva as you roll your tongue across the tinted flesh and lower your head for a taste of his exposed breast.
"Ah!" Chanhee gasps loudly and his fingers find purchase on the back of your head, his body trembling when he arches his chest up into your face, searching for more when his mouth fails to ask you such a favor.
Teasing his nipple with a gentle nip before pulling away to kiss it instead, you caress his narrow waist, "You said it hurts, no?"
"It does...," Chanhee pants and nods as fast as his throbbing head will allow him.
"Where does it hurt most, baby? Tell me," You wet your fingers with a quick swipe of your tongue then reach under his lower half to slide your hand into his shorts, Chanhee helping you by taking one leg out, and glide down the seam of his ass to tease his rim, "Here?"
"Y-yes..!" you chuckle when he huffs and flings both arms around your head, pulling you close into him and meeting your forehead as he grinds down against your digits.
"Awe, look at you..."
And look at him indeed; Chanhee is already a mess before you. Staring at you with those big watery doe eyes of his, and silently pleading for you to continue doing things to his body that has him feeling like bursting.
You give him exactly what he wants.
Pushing your finger into him, slowly due to how tight the fit is, you press sloppy kisses to the underside of his jaw. The reaction Chanhee gives is a familiar one, with sensual lips dropped open to let out a high-pitched moan and legs trembling as he holds them open for you, fighting to not shut his eyes upon feeling you enter him.
"Good," you drawl, tilting your wrist at an angle once your index and pinkie meet the backs of Chanhee's thighs and gently curling your fingers upwards, "Just like that, baby. Is this okay? Are you okay?" Your eyes search his face for discomfort, and though you don't find any, you still your movements.
He nods and nuzzles against the top of your head with his cheek, "Mm-hm. Keep going, please."
You start back up at his polite request, as much as you love hearing him ask for more of something, and begin to drag the pads of your fingers back and fourth alongside his walls until you feel the telltale firmness of his prostate, then start on massaging it.
"Ah!" He emits a short, melodical whine at the burst of sensation now seething within him. It drives him one step from crazy as he scrunches his face and unconsciously slaps at your shoulder in a sort of mid-euphoria result.
You huff out a half-laugh, sitting back on your knees so you can get a better view of what you're doing, "Good?"
Chanhee tries to use his words, but by the way you pin him down to the bed with a palm flat against his collarbone before speeding up your hand, he can only manage a broken sob. It's followed by another of the same needy type, but this time, it's louder and causes your stomach to all but flip at the sound. Chanhee throws his head back, thrashing this way and that to somewhat get away from the overwhelming feeling, but also pushing down against it at the same time; all the while your hand keeps him in place.
"I'll take that as a yes," you jest, mostly to yourself because Chanhee sure isn't listening, then bend down slightly to finally turn your focus to his weeping cock. It's full-blooded from being hard for so long, angry red at the tip and jumping every once in a while, especially when you open your mouth to lick a strip from the base to the head.
"P-please I can't! You're gonna make me cum!" Chanhee rushes to sit up, but you push him back down as soon as he tries. He looks absolutely horrified at being so close already.
"And what's the problem with that?"
"I-I just- I don't want to disappoint you."
"Oh, baby," You take your hand from his chest in favor of jerking him off, which he all but chokes at, "It doesn't disappoint me at all. I find it very hot, actually."
"Plea-ease..! Oh!" Chanhee wails one final time before he lets go all over your hand.
It covers your knuckles, dripping white down the side of your thumb as you keep stroking him to help him ride it out. The orgasm must've hit him hard, you think when you look up to see Chanhee shuddering in time with the aftershocks that zap his body every few seconds, eyes closed and skin dewy with a sheen of perspiration.
"Hey, come back to me. You alright? Does your head still hurt?"
He takes a moment to open his eyes, but when they roll open and find your face, he does something that catches you off-guard. He latches himself onto your front, straddling your lap, and rests his head over your shoulder with a sigh.
"Chanhee, hang on a bit, my hand's still dirty and I need to clean you up-"
You were out shopping with your boyfriend, making sure your bodyguards were close enough to keep you protected but far enough away to give you and Chanhee some space. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard an excited gasp, looking up to see your boyfriend's face up against the window of a jewelry store. You walked over to where he was, trying to see what had caught his attention. You chuckled as you saw the diamond encrusted choker that had been displayed in the window. "Do you want it baby?" Your question made him look up at you with a giddy smile, enthusiastically nodding as he bounced on the balls of his feet. You softly smiled at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before walking into the store. You didn't even bother looking at the price tag as you asked the person working behind the counter to grab it for you.
When it came to Chanhee, you would buy the entire universe if he asked.
hi!! i'd like to request teasing chanhee by not moving at all while riding him + begging 💛 thank you, love your blog!!!
❝ Beg For It ❞
› pairing - choi chanhee x fem dom!reader
› genre - smut
› word count - 0.8k
› summary - chanhee comes to you with a suggestion to try in bed but it doesn’t quite work out the way he wanted it to.
› warnings - sub!chanhee, cock warming, unprotected sex, mommy kink, lots of begging, chanhee being a cute baby boy
› a/n - thank you for enjoying my blog 🥺🥺 this was really cute and fun to write, pls enjoy!!
“mommy~” chanhee whines out for the umpteenth time tonight, trying to get you to move and end his torture.
earlier that day, he had come to you with a suggestion.
“w-well i was thinking that, m-maybe- can we try... cock warming?” he stuttered nervously.
“aww, baby. i’m definitely not opposed to trying it out but where did you even get the idea?” you chuckled, a bit confused because you were usually the one to suggest things, not him. chanhee had never been with anyone before you and he wasn’t really experienced when it came to exploring kinks.
he just flushed madly and looked down to avoid your gaze.
“i- watched a v-video...” he slowly mumbled, burning with shame as you let out an exaggerated gasp at his confession.
“you watched porn without mommy’s permission? i’m so disappointed, baby.” you tsk, feigning disappointment. you weren’t really upset at the boy at all, it’s okay to be curious sometimes.
“please, mama i’m sorry! i was just curious. please don’t me mad at me.” he looked back up at you, tears welling in his eyes.
“aww, baby i’m not mad, i promise,” you said grabbing his face to gently kiss his lips. “we can try it if that’s what you want.” he just looks up at you and nods.
and that’s how you ended up on the bed with chanhee inside of you, trying so hard not to thrust up into you and get the friction he craves.
“you wanted this, baby. c’mon you can do it for just a little while longer.” you whisper encouraging words into his ear.
“but we’ve been like this for hours!”
“we’ve been like this for 20 minutes.” you deadpan.
“please! it hurts so much, mommy! this is supposed to be relaxing, but i can’t relax with you squeezing around me like this!”
“maybe if you beg good enough, i’ll move and let you come.” you offer.
“i’ve been begging you since we started!”
“suit yourself, then. i can stay still for as long as it takes.” you’re lying to yourself if you’re being honest, you want to cum just as much as he does—you just happen to be better at keeping your composure.
“no! no, please mommy, please make me cum. i promise i’ll be a good boy and i won’t watch porn videos anymore without your permission. please, mommy!” he rambles, saying what he thinks you want to hear.
despite wanting to tease your baby a little while longer, you do admittedly feel bad for the poor thing and being desperate for release yourself, you decide to give him what he wants. you place your hands on his chest for stability and slowly begin moving up and down.
“nnghh, fuck! yes mommy, thank you, thank you, thank you,” he lets out a mantra of gratitude, throwing his head back in bliss as tears of pleasure begin to slip from his eyes.
“mmmhh, baby..i can feel you throbbing inside of me. feels so good.” you praise him, letting out a few moans of your own and digging your nails in his chest.
the both of you moan loudly and cling onto each other as you continue to ride him, having been so worked up from having him inside of you for so long.
you glance down at chanhee to see him wearing the most beautiful fucked out expression; mouth wide open with pretty noises flowing out, eyes rolling back, droplets of sweat all over his skin, and hands roughly squeezing the bed sheets on either side of him. as you study the sight in front of you, you can feel your release start to creep up on you and you try to calm down, not wanting to cum before chanhee. lucky for you, he’s extremely close too and he has no problem vocalizing it.
“nhnghh, mama! i’m so close, gonna cum! gonna cu— ahhhh!” his back arches off of the bed as he spills inside of you, triggering your own release.
you both cry out as you cum hard and you can’t help but twitch as you try to steady your breathing as you come down. you slump down onto chanhee’s chest and you both lay there in silence before he speaks up.
“i don’t ever wanna try cock warming again, that was torture” he says with a pout.
“yeah but you got great sex out of it, didn’t you?”
“i can get great sex anytime.”
you gasp and playfully slap his chest before leaning down to peck his lips. “yeah? well, only i can give it to you.”
“only you, mommy.” he says with a soft smile on his face as his eyes slowly drift shut.
