Pairing: Bang Chan x F.Reader
Themes: Smut | Fluff | Slice of Life | Established relationship
Smut Warnings: Explicit sexual acts - Explicit oral (F.Rec) - Mild overstimulation - Multiple orgasms implied
This story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors do not interact.
[08:27] The gentle morning rays filter through the curtains and warm your skin. It is a peaceful morning, one that you haven’t experienced in a while. No work, no schedule, no obligations that would otherwise disturb the quietness you are surrounded in. And quiet it is, well almost. While the birds outside welcome you with their morning song, your lover is still fast asleep next to you, the gentle inhales of his breath reassuring you he has not yet awoken from his slumber.
Laying on your side to face him, you let your eyes feast on the beauty that is him. His sharp brows, which you often find frowned in either thought or concentration, now smoothed out with the peace of sleep. His pointed chin, now decorated with the light shadow of his morning stubble. His plump lips, slightly parted and taking in much-needed air, hiding the smile you know he doesn’t show nearly often enough. You commit every feature to memory, knowing that the sight of him is something you’d never tire of. With your gaze still fixated on his face, you register the moment he awakens.
“Good morning baby.” He rasps stretching out, seemingly unaware of your staring. The low husk of his voice sends an involuntary shiver through you. In an instant your mind takes you back to the night before and how his voice had helped you come undone for him, time and time again.
“Look at me baby, keep your eyes on me,” Chris says, the tone he uses leaves no room for debate. As if you’re in any position to do so anyway. The way his strong hands are gripping your thighs, his broad shoulders keeping them spread apart, restrict any movement you want to make.
Deciding that doing as you’re told is the best course of action at this point; you force your eyes downwards. The sight that greets you between your legs draws a gasp from your lips. There Chris lays, eyes smoldering with a burning hunger, lips glistening with a mixture of your release and his saliva, strong eyebrows frowned in determination, and his fingers still deep inside you.
“I like having you spread out like this, such a gorgeous sight.” He adds on. You register the sultry tone of his voice and know he is not nearly done with you yet. ‘Breaking his personal record’, he had called it, having already pulled two orgasms from you using just his mouth and fingers, and working towards a third just now. The pulsing heat emanating from your core seemed to be the only thing he was focused on tonight.
Leaving you no time to come up with a coherent response, he dives right back in. Pressing his lips to your already sensitive skin, he sucks your clit into his mouth and gives it a deliberate lick with his tongue. “Oh, fuck…” you whimper, the sensation making your whole body jolt, oversensitivity starting to rear its’ little head. Curling his fingers upwards, they nudge a particular spot within you that pulls yet another uncontrollable moan from your lips. So attuned to your sounds and reactions, Chris picks up on this immediately and wastes no time repeating the motion again and again. Every suck, lick, and plunge he delivers makes your walls clench with need.
Feeling the need to hold onto something to ground yourself, you thread your fingers through his dark curls and tug. The slight twitch makes him groan, the vibrations of it pulsing against your core. Ever the overachiever, he sees this as incentive to work even harder, pumping his fingers in tandem with his mouth on your clit.
“Oh god…. Yes baby, just like that.” You say, unable to stop your thighs from shaking, the warmth in your belly steadily spreading through you. When Chris removes his fingers from your core, you have half the mind to start crying, until you feel his tongue prod at your entrance. His nose bumps your clit with every lick inside your hole, slurping up your essence with his mouth. As sinful and downright filthy as this act is, you cannot help yourself but get lost in it all. Everything he does helps you get closer to the edge until you have no choice but to surrender yourself to the pleasure he gives you.
“Chris, please… Oh fuck, fuck, I’m so close…” You almost choke on the words coming out of your mouth. “Give it to me baby, I know you can.” He replies instantly, losing himself in the feeling of you. As Chris rams his fingers into you again, this time harder, faster, deeper than before, just as his skillful mouth resumes its’ sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you topple over the edge. “Fuck. Yes, yes, yes, just like that.” He encourages, scorching heat spreading all over your body, the pleasure overflowing each and all of your senses, until there is nothing more than ‘Chris’. His scent, his touch, his breath, and his body on you. His motions do not relent, not until you weakly push his head away from you, wanting to make sure you are thoroughly satisfied.
“Shit, baby, that’s enough. Please…” you whine, your core aching with the beginnings of oversensitivity. Agreeing you had enough for one night, he detaches his mouth from your heat, slowly pulling his fingers from your core. Bringing them up to his lips, he sucks them clean before pulling himself up and against you, his mouth catching yours in a heated kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue is almost enough to give in again, but you (cleverly) decide against it. Pushing himself away from your body, the self-satisfied smirk that takes over his face makes you roll your eyes. “Three in a row,” He purrs, “A new personal record indeed.”
“A very good morning indeed,” you smile, the breathiness of your tone a dead giveaway to where your mind had been. Chris smirks but says nothing, opting to pull you closer to him instead. Snuggling into him, you listen to the steady beat of his heart and the peacefulness around you.
Just as you’re about to fall asleep again, the subtle rise and fall of his chest lulling you to sleep, you hear his reply. “What do you say I try and break my record again?”
Little brainrot of mine because Chan is still refusing to leave the place he has taken in my heart. Hope you all enjoy!
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