Back at the Hotel Room. !! || J. SC.
contains: idol bf! sungchan, after songkran! sungchan, daddy! sungchan, oral (f to m), cowgirl, LOTS of praising, aftercare included, soft soft soft soft sungchan worshipping and lovemaking session !! a/n: 100 POSTS YIPPE!!!! Sorry for disappearing:b here's the sungchan fic y'all have been waiting for... i tried my best... please let me know your thoughts:B wc: 2k exactly B)
the hotel suite felt too quiet after the ringing of the fans and the bass, but the air between you was heavy, thick with the smell of the water from the festival and the heat rolling off his skin in waves.
he was half-dressed, those dark pants hanging low on his hips, skin glistening under the dim warm lights of the room just like it had under the strobes. sungchan looked exhausted, his broad shoulders slumped slightly as he sat on the edge of the bed, but his eyes were dark, tracking every single move you made with a hungry, possessive focus.
you didn't even give him a second to breathe. you were on your knees between his legs before he could say a word, your hands trembling as you took his pants off. hands smoothing over his damp, muscular thighs before going to his boxers.
he let out a low, gravelly groan, his head tilting back as you started teasing him through the dark fabric of his boxers, your thumbs tracing the thick, heavy ridge that was already straining for you.
"fuck, you’re so needy tonight" he muttered, the words vibrating in the quiet room. he reached down, his big hand tangling in your hair, not pulling yet but just grounding you there. "spent the whole show watching me, didn't you? watching everyone else look at me?"
you nodded, but your focuswas entirely on the way he felt. you peeled the fabric down, exposing him to the cool air, and the sight of him—thick and veiny and already leaking—made your mouth water.
you leaned in, your tongue tracing the length of a prominent vein before you moved lower, focusing on his testicles with slow, rhythmic licks that had him huffing out sharp breaths, his fingers tightening in your hair.
"that's it... worship it for me, baby" he praised, his voice dropping into that raspy register that always made your heart stutter.
you looked up at him, eyes wide and desperate. before taking him all at once. you swallowed him deep, your throat tight as you tried to accommodate his size, and the sound he made was pure victory—a sharp, hissed intake of breath as he guided your head with his hand.
he wasn't being gentle; he was manhandling you even while he praised you, his thumb rubbing against your cheek while you worked on him.
"such a good girl for me" he whispered.
"taking it so deep, acting like you're starving for it."
you whimpered into him, the sound muffled and wet, your hands gripping his hips as you tried to push yourself even further onto him.
your throat felt like it was stretching to its limit, the thick heat of him hitting the very back as you bobbed your head in a desperate, messy rhythm.
saliva coat his length, dripping onto his thighs as you struggled to keep up with the way he began to thrust his hips up, meeting your mouth with a blunt force that had you gagging.
"fuck, look at you" he groaned, his voice cracking as he watched your eyes go glassy and unfocused. "taking all of me. you love how big daddy is, don't you? so greedy... just trying to swallow every inch."
his fingers tightened, yanking your head back just enough so he could see the way your lips were stretched wide around him.
he started to move faster, his breath coming in jagged, harsh pants as he used your mouth like he was already inside your body.
"keep going, princess. suck it just like that. i want to feel your throat clenching around me" he commanded, his thumb digging into the side of your neck. "want to hear you choke on it for me."
you let out a broken, wet noise, your nose bumping against the base of him as you tried to take even more, your hands migrating from his hips to his abs, feeling the way they rippled and tightened with every heave of his breath.
he was so hard, and the way he looked down at you—like you were the only thing in the world that could satiate him—made you feel completely ruined.
"you're doing so good... so perfect" he rasped, his hips stuttering as he got closer.
the friction of your throat and the heat of your mouth finally pushed him over the edge. sungchan let out a low, guttural growl, his fingers yanking your hair back one last time as he pulled out, his cock twitching and jumping between your fingers.
"look at me" he commanded, his voice a hoarse wreck.
as you opened your mouth for him, your tongue peeking out in silent invitation, he began to spend himself. pumping himself as the first hot rope of cum hit your tongue, thick and white, before the rest splattered across your chin and cheeks.
you watched his face, his eyes blown wide and dark, looking absolutely wrecked as he covered you in his cum. he didn't stop until he had coated your face, the scent of him filling the space between you, heavy and unmistakable.
the second he was done, the intensity in the room shifted. that idol energy melted into something achingly sweet. he leaned forward, his large thumb gently wiping a stray drop of cum from the corner of your lip.
"good girl" he whispered, his voice dripping with affection. "you look so beautiful like this."
he cupped your face, his palms warm against your skin, and leaned in to kiss you. it wasn't a hard kiss; it was slow, deep, and tasted like himself. he tasted your surrender and your worship, his tongue swirling against yours as he caressed your cheeks with a tenderness that made your chest ache.
slowly, he helped you stand, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. he was patient, his eyes never leaving yours as he peeled the clothes away from your body, his touch lingering on every inch of skin he exposed. when you were finally bare, he pulled you onto his lap.
you straddled him immediately, your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips. he groaned as you settled against him, your pussy already soaking wet and dripping, coating the length of his thick cock as you began to grind against him. the slickness of your arousal smeared over his skin, creating a wet, squelching sound that filled the quiet room.
"fuck, you're so wet for me" he panted, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling you even tighter against him. "so much of you... you're already making a mess of me, aren't you?"
you leaned down, nuzzling into his neck and whimpering as you felt how hard he was still pulsing underneath you.
"keep going, baby. grind that pretty pussy all over me" he encouraged, his voice a soft, steady hum of praise. "i want you to feel exactly how much you do to me. daddy's got you."
you couldn't help yourself, your head dipping down to find the pulse in his neck as you started to lift your hips. you peppered kisses along his sharp jawline, trailing up to catch his lips in a messy, desperate seal.
the second you aligned yourself and started to sink down, the sheer size of him made your breath hitch. you felt every ridge of his cock stretching you out, filling the empty ache until you were completely saturated by him.
"yeah, take it all" he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "look how well you fit around me. such a sweet, tight little pussy."
sungchan’s big hands didn't stay still for long. he reached up, palms molding over your breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as you began to find a rhythm.
he watched with dark, blown-out eyes as your tits bounced with every downward thrust, his thumbs occasionally flicking over your nipples until you were whining into his mouth.
he moved one hand lower, fingers diving into the slick mess between your bodies to find your clit. he started circling it with a steady, punishing pressure that had your back arching and your voice breaking into high-pitched whimpers.
"you like that? daddy's got you" he murmured, his other hand slidding down to your waist. his grip was iron-clad, fingers digging into your skin to hold you steady while he started meeting your movements with heavy, upward jolts.
every time he slammed home, you felt it deep in your core, your walls clenching around him in a frantic attempt to hold on.
you were a mess of needy noises, sobbing his name as the friction became too much to bear. sungchan leaned forward, his hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to pull your face close to his.
"that’s it, baby... give me those pretty sounds" he praised, his breath hot against your skin. "you're doing so good for me. i've got you. just let go... daddy's right here."
the pace became frantic, a wet, slapping sound echoing in the quiet suite as he pounded into you with everything he had left. you felt the climax building, a sharp tension that snapped as you came, your walls pulsing violently around his cock. the sensation pushed him over the edge, too; he let out a long, broken moan, his hips stuttering as he filled you to the brim, his cum hot and deep inside you.
even as the initial wave passed, he didn't stop. he kept a sloww, heavy pace, grinding his cock deep into your soft, sensitive walls to make sure every drop stayed inside. his hand stayed in your hair, guiding you down for more soft, lingering kisses.
"look at you... all spent and full of me" he whispered, the dirty talk turning soft and reverent as he slowly wound down. "you took every bit of it. such a good girl. i'm gonna keep you just like this all night... keeping you full and soft until you're nothing but mine."
sungchan pulled you closer, his large frame acting like a warm, solid barrier against the rest of the world. he shifted just enough to look at you, his eyes soft and heavy with a different kind of exhaustion—the kind that only came from being completely, utterly content.
his hand moved from your waist to your face, his palm cupping your cheek with so much tenderness it made your heart ache.
"i love you so much" he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated against your skin. "you have no idea how much i need this... just you, like this."
he leaned in, pressing slow, lingering kisses to your temple, your nose, and finally your lips. they weren't the frantic, hungry kisses from before; these were soft and worshipful, tasting of salt and skin and a deep, quiet devotion.
his other hand moved in slow, sweeping circles across your bare back, his fingertips tracing every curve and dip as if he were trying to memorize you through touch alone.
you nuzzled deeper into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin—fading sweat. he let out a long, satisfied sigh, his chin resting on the top of your head as he squeezed you tighter.
"my good girl" he murmured into your hair, his lips ghosting over your forehead in a series of tiny, feather-light kisses. "my beautiful girl."
every time you shifted against him, he seemed to find a new way to pull you even closer, his touch never leaving you for even a second. he kept whispering those soft i love yous into the quiet of the room, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw over and over until your eyes started to flutter shut, safe and completely cherished in his arms.
