#im hard

You two could be about to fall asleep and he will worm those long ahh fingers into your mouth 🤤🤤 or maybe watching a movie or whatever

and one day you ask him why he does and all he says is They feel like your your cunt and he doesn’t even mean for it to sound sexy thats just THE TRUTH he loves the feeling

ive been holding onto this ask for the longest because im genuinely sick, its been haunting me and i need this in my life...hes so fucking gross oh my god im going insane....

just thinking about him worming them in em all slow, in and out at a snails pace, watching you look at him all confused and tired as he practically fucks ur mouth with his fingers until theyre deep enough for him to be satisfied, like he didnt just wake you up...

but theres no heat in his eyes, hes just focused, and looks almost??? relaxed?? at the feeling your his fingers resting against your tongue

보여줄게 heaven

AN: literally giggling, twirling my hair cuz I love Bangchan so much. Soft Channie :')

Mentions of body worship, slight subspace, tooth rotting fluff, stressed Channie, soft sex, mentions of not using a condom

Soft Bangchan who is super stressed. He spends hours in the studio, cursing over his work, wondering why he can't get any of his lyrics to make sense. You're worrying about him as always. He's good at telling you that he appreciates you.

Soft Bangchan who eventually just breaks down crying into your neck, so stressed that his body shuts down in overstimulation. You put your arms around him and he's gripping the fabric of your clothes, you gently coo at him, whispering sweet nothings until his tears eventually slow down. You put his face into your hands before kissing his forehead, down his nose, to his lips and down to his jaw, neck, throat. In response, his shoulders fall and he exhales slowly.

Dennis says after spitting a cherry pit into the nearby grass. The hammock swaying gently left to right as the two men bask in the warm summer evening light. A light breeze cooling down the hot temperatures from the day, making it finally enjoyable to be outside again. Andrew scoffs. "Impossible. I'm 15 years older than you." This tickles a giggle out of Dennis. "Yeah okay and I was a girl so." He shifts his weight so he could look at his boyfriend, the hammock responding to it accordingly which made Andrew hold onto the side of it so Dennis wouldn't send them both flying out. He didn't mind. He'd do anything to preserve this moment with the Blonde in his arms.

"It's a hypothetical. Imagine it." Dennis grins while plopping another cherry into his mouth. Andrew would much rather watch him suck the pit dry behind his pretty cherry stained pink lips than think of a childhood that would never be. But he indulges Dennis, as he so often does and tries to think of them much younger, close to the same age. They grew up in such vastly different places, Andrew by the beach and Dennis in a state that was triple landlocked. "

We could've gone skateboarding together." Dennis says around the pit in his mouth. "You could've taught me." - "I would've been a terrible teacher." Andrew chuckles. "But yeah. We could've." One of his hands creeps up and plays with the hem of Dennis Tank top that had ridden up when he turned around, exposing his soft skin underneath. "I would've beat up all the kids that bullied you. Your brothers too if I had to." Dennis only smiles but Andrew could see the minimal movement in his jaw. His tongue working the cherry pit, getting in all its crevices.

Is it dry yet? Are the sharp edges scraping against his soft tongue? Andrew wished he could be that pit, being turned around, left and right, in Dennis' warm wet and soft mouth.

"We could've gone to church together on Sundays. I would've looked at you from across the pews. It's what I did back then, look at all the pretty boys during prayer. Watching their lips move, the way they licked them with their pink tongues." The implications that Andrew himself is a pretty boy made him blush, unsure how to reply but he didn't need to. It seemed to be exactly what Dennis had been hoping for as his lips form a wide grin before taking the pit out with his fingers.

"Did I ever tell you I had my first time in our chapel? I was 16 and had just cut my hair really short in a fit of rebellion and the pastor's son Thomas really liked me. He told me I looked like a boy with my hair this short before he kissed me." He rolls the pit in-between in his index finger and his thumb. "I think he got off on me looking like a boy because he was actually gay and I got off on it because it made me feel like one." The Blonde falls silent for a moment, reliving and contemplating the memory. Andrew could tell it wasnt the full story but he wasn't going to press. If Dennis would want to tell him he knew he always could.

"We could've sat next to each other in the pews..." Dennis continues on about their hypothetical. His fingers still rolling the pit until his arm slowly reaches up towards Andrew's mouth. "I'd put my hand on your thigh while our pastor is talking...Squeezing... riding it up and down." The pale hand holds up the pit to his lips and he lets them plop it into his mouth with zero resistance. It tastes bitter, only a hint of cherry remaining but most of it covered up from the taste of nicotine of the cigarette they smoked earlier. Andrew thinks he can taste Dennis on it, even if he knows its almost impossible.

"I think you'd be scared but you'd like me too much to do anything about it. We've been friends for so long and you've wanted me for too long to do anything about me touching you so inappropriately in church." His words make him feel hot and cold at the same time. The rough pit scraping against his tongue, the soft skin underneath his finger tips on Dennis' back while his words play so vividly in his head. It made Andrew feel dizzy. He can tell Dennis is enjoying it too, knowing damn well what his words do to him. Dennis bites his bottom lip in excitement as a devilish grin spreads across his face.

"And you know what I'd whisper to you?" Andrew doesn't respond, he doesnt need to as he just watches Dennis lean up to his ear. Wet mouth sounds and hot breath against it making his entire body tingle. "Meet me behind the chapel later." The whisper makes his dick twitch, straining against the fabric of his pants. Andrew exhales a shaky breath as Dennis leans back down and their eyes meet again. Despite the sun Dennis' dark pupils are blown out with lust, almost taking up the entirety of his blue irises. "Would you come see me, Andy?" The pale hand that had fed him the pit just moments before reaches up again but this time places itself on his cheek. Slender and callused fingers stroking his scarred skin. His thumb trailing over his bottom lip. "Will you? My beautiful Andy."

"Yes."