you know what i was thinking about lately? just slow grinding with chan. maybe in chan's studio? making out and getting carried away so much that both of them cum? yeah
Chan’s frustrated sigh makes you glance up from your laptop. You’re comfortably settled on the couch in his studio, typing up lecture notes from your Introduction to Psychology course. You often do this, spending time together like this since he is so busy being an idol. “Are you alright, my love?” you ask as your gaze glides over his tense-looking back.
Your boyfriend turns around in his swivel chair, dragging a hand through his hair as he pulls his headphones off. “Ugh, I guess,” he says, his furrowed brows calling his words lies. “I am just not happy with how this song is turning out.” He stares into space for a second, his face a mixture of puppy-like dejection and angry frustration.
You dump your laptop and notebook onto the couch and make the few steps to reach him, laying your hand gently against his cheek. “Anything you need? A second opinion, a peptalk, a silly video to laugh about?”
Chan searches your eyes, the indignation making space for a mischievous sparkle. “How about a kiss?” he prompts, cocking his head to the side, his dimple appearing as his smile deepens. “I’m sure you’re due for a break as well.”
You smile as you sit on his lap, put your arms around him and gently press your lips to his. Chan has such extremely kissable lips, puffy, pillowy, smooth and warm – honestly, you could do this all day. He gently slides his tongue into your mouth, and you taste a hint of fruit on him, deliciously sweet just like his kiss. You deepen the kiss, and a moan escapes the back of your throat.
Chan pulls back for a second, his eyes dancing with amusement and a hint of lust. “Why, baby girl, you’re so stormy today,” he rasps, and it doesn’t sound condescending but thoroughly pleased. His hands slide to your hips, pulling you further up. “Why don’t you sit on me properly?”
You know what he means, and you want it, so you turn towards him, pulling your right leg over him, properly straddling him. As you do, you can already feel his semi-hard cock against your clothed pussy. Chan moans lowly, and you repeat your motion, dragging yourself across his sensitive area, and the sound of pleasure that escapes him is even louder.
“Is that the kind of distraction you need, babe?” you suggest as you swivel your hips once again, and the way he keens suggests that it IS. “You deserve a bit of pleasure, don’t you, my love? You work so – hard.” You accentuate that last word with another sensual roll of your hips as you hold onto Chan’s shoulder, and the broken groan he utters goes straight to your (you suspect) already soaked centre.
Chan’s grip on your hips tightens. “Come here, you,” he growls before he passionately claims your lips again, holding your hips in place as he grinds into you. The kiss has no finesse, it is all lips and tongues and teeth and urgency, but it feels so good, the way he captures your mouth as he moves up to meet you, his cock rock hard beneath you by now. You bite his lip and Chan positively snarls.
“I won’t last,” he breathes as he keeps rocking against you, and you find that you don’t mind, that this is just as exciting and forbidden as if you were actually fucking in his studio.
“It’s okay,” you gasp against his mouth, moving down to meet his rolling hips, “I can sit on your cock later if you want.”
Those words, together with a particularly dirty grind, are his undoing, and you swallow his moans by kissing him deeply as he reaches his high. Breaking the kiss, he leans his forehead to yours, breathing heavily. His eyes meet yours, and you can feel one of his hands leaving your hips and sneaking into your leggings and panties.
His forefinger parts your lower lips, catching plenty of wetness before finding your clit. His eyes never leave yours as he starts rubbing your clit in a way he knows makes you go crazy. Your breath starts to go shallow as your pleasure, now quickened by such direct stimulation, starts to peak, and –
“Come for me, baby girl.”
There is no way you can’t obey his dark voice, and you arch your back as you come on his lap, biting your lip to keep down the noise before diving back in to kiss him senseless. You lazily make out for a few moments, tongues moving together no longer in a furious rhythm, but in a satisfied slow dance. You end the kiss with an innocent peck and open your eyes to find a smiling Chan looking at you, infinite tenderness in his gaze.
“Hi,” he says like the complete dork that he is.
“Hi,” you answer. You look down at his lap. “Do you happen to have spare clothes here?”
Chan laughs, all tension gone from his shoulders. “I do, actually, yeah. I will get changed and then finish this song so we can go home. But first, I need you to move, baby girl.”
You sigh in mock-resignation. “Fine. But only because I am dead serious about sitting on your cock later.”
Chan grins at you. “I’m counting on it.”
