"My pretty" You whisper against his hot skin as you place open-mouthed lips across his neck and down his chest. "(Name).." he trails ofand up place a finger on his lips. His hands wander down your waist, to your hips. His grip on your hips tightens, fingers pressing into your skin as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. His body is trembling—subtle, but undeniable. His breath, hot and uneven, fans across your skin as he leans into you, no longer holding himself up but allowing himself to be held.

You feel the way his chest stutters against yours, muscles tight beneath your palms. Every shudder, every slow, hiccupped breath tells you how deeply the weight of everything has settled onto him. His body, once tense and coiled, now slackens under your touch. His shoulders, once squared in an attempt to hold himself together, finally slump as you run your fingers along his back, soothing away the tension knot by knot.

His fingers twitch against your sides, no longer gripping but simply holding, feeling. You trail your fingers up, weaving them into his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. He exhales again, this time slower, deeper, like he’s finally allowing himself to breathe.

His fingers dig into you, a silent plea for more contact, as if he can't bear the distance between you. He whines again, a soft sound that sends a shiver down your spine, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.

You shift, moving to straddle his lap more comfortably, and slowly, sensually, you begin to slide your shorts down, throwing them to the floor, leaving you in nothing but the soft glow of the dim light around you. His breath hitches as his eyes trace the curve of your body, drinking in the sight of you. His hands, now shaky, slide up your sides, memorizing the smoothness of your skin as if he’s afraid to let go. Leaning down, you kiss him gently, letting your lips linger on his. The kiss is slow, soft—a contrast to the electric tension building between you. You feel him melt into it, his hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you closer, urging you to deepen the kiss.

As the kiss breaks, you keep your forehead pressed against his, your breaths mingling. His eyes are closed, lips parted as he lets out a soft, almost desperate sound. His hands trace down your spine, pulling you back toward him, and you can feel his heart pounding under your touch, in sync with your own.

You gently take his cock into your hands before slowly jerking him off as you line him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down. You lean over to grab another pillow and motion for Chan to sit up, placing it under his back. He moans softly as you begun rolling your hips against him. His cock teasing every curve of your warm pussy. Drops of swet rolling down his neck and over his collar bone. He gets a ounce of courage as he sits up moving you onto the sheets instead of him, entering you again as he leans down to kiss you. Arms wrapping around you as he roll his hips slow and deep.

"My pretty.." he trail off as you moan softly. He whines as he feel his orgasm appraching rather quickly than usual. You nod in response as he cums, whining against your throat. He moves to his side, spooning you as he reaches in front of you, thumb moving slowly against your clit. Sleepiness seeping through his body.

Songs I listened to HEAVEN - TAEMIN, MOONSTRUCK - ENHYPEN, CITY LIFE - BIBI, HYPNOSIS - TAEMIN, TUMBLR GIRLS -G.EAZY