𝓞𝓵𝓭 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 || 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 ||

~10~

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Content may make some viewers uncomfortable,so feel free to skip :)♡

The music was still thumping downstairs, a heavy bassline pulsing through the floorboards, muffled voices and laughter filtering up to the second floor. But up here, in the small, dimly lit bedroom, it was just the two of them, an island of quiet in the middle of the chaos.

The room felt too small, too warm, too close. Jeongin could feel Chan's gaze on him, and he felt himself moving almost without thinking, like he was being pulled in.

Neither of them said a word. The noise from downstairs faded away, and all he could hear was the sound of their breathing, quiet and quick, mingling in the small space between them.
Chan felt his pulse hammering in his throat as he leaned in, hesitating just for a moment, giving Jeongin a chance to pull back if he wanted to. But he didn't. He stayed right there, his gaze flickering to his lips, his breath catching.

They stayed there, balanced on the edge, neither moving, neither daring to breathe. The air between them felt electric, heavy with words unsaid, feelings buried but impossible to ignore.

Then, almost instinctively, he leaned in, his lips barely brushing against Jeongin's, a soft, tentative touch that was both everything and not nearly enough. It felt like the world was holding its breath, like everything was waiting for this exact moment.

And when Jeongin tilted his head, pressing just a bit closer, Chan knew-he knew that nothing would be the same after this, that this was a line they'd crossed together, a step they'd both been waiting to take.

And for the first time, he didn't want to go back

When their lips met again, it wasn't tentative-it was certain, a quiet promise in every gentle press and lingering touch.

The warmth between them grew, each touch lingering longer, each soft press of lips deeper than the last. They were still so close, Chan's fingers brushing through Jeongin's hair, tugging him gently as he pulled him down onto the bed. The quiet creak of the mattress beneath them was barely audible over their breaths, soft and uneven, the air between them thick with everything that had been waiting to spill over.

They felt their hands all over eachother,slowly disregarding each piece of clothing they had on. As Chan's hand drifted lower, Jeongin couldn't help but tense up a little, a mixture of anticipation and anxiousness coursing through him,knowing whats about to happen, and the thought both excited and terrified him. "One... okay?" Jeongin's heart was pounding as he understood the meaning of Chan's words. One, as in one finger? He took a deep breath, his body tensing even more as he braced himself for what was to come. He nodded, his eyes wide and filled with both excitement and fear. "O-okay."

His breath caught in his throat as he felt the first touch of Chan's finger against his most intimate area.

It was a cold, unfamiliar feeling, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.But there was something else there too,a hint of pleasure, hidden amongst the initial discomfort. His body responded instinctively to the touch, causing his hips to shift slightly, craving more. He gasped at the sensation, the sudden rush of pleasure "...tell me when you can take more..." Jeongin's breathing was labored, his mind a haze of pleasure and overwhelm. He struggled to form words, his tongue feeling heavy and clumsy in his mouth. But eventually, he managed to nod his head.Suddenly,a soft gasp escaped Jeongin's lips as he felt a second finger join the first,the stretch was sharper, the pressure more intense. It was a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, it felt so good. It was almost too much, almost too overwhelming. But he couldn't bring himself to ask chan to stop. he wanted,more. "please" he gasped out, his voice wavering with a mixture of need and desperation.Two turned to three.His body was on fire. He felt so full, so stretched. It was too much, but not enough all at once. he was making little sounds,panting and whimpering and groaning, unable to hold back the reactions caused by the onslaught of pleasure. His fingers were gripping the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white from the tautness. He felt himself,balancing on a precarious line between overwhelming ecstasy and complete meltdown. Jeongin's breath hitched as he felt Chan move between his spread legs.Jeongin's breath hitched as he felt the tip of Chan's length press against his twitching entrance. His body tensed up involuntarily, his heart racing with simultaneous fear and anticipation. He looked up at chan, his eyes wide and vulnerable. "g-go slow," he stuttered out,"..ill be gentle,baby.." Jeongin nodded at Chan's words, his body relaxing ever so slightly at the promise.Jeongin's breath caught in his throat as he felt the initial stretch as Chan slowly entered him. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling, but not as uncomfortable as he thought it would be. There was a dull sense of pain, but there was also pleasure. He let out a sharp gasp, his body automatically clenching around chan.Jeongin's mind was a fuzzy mess of sensations and emotions. All he could think about was how full he felt, how good it seemed. It hurt and it felt good at the same time.A soft moan left his lips as chan's movements became more confident, more purposeful. Jeongin was starting to lose himself in the experience, his body and mind giving in to the sensations. But he was also starting to feel a little overwhelmed.He opened his eyes and looked up at chan, his face flushed and his eyes watery. There was a hint of a plea in his gaze, as he silently asked for something more, something more intense.He didn't know how much more he could take, but he wanted it all. He wanted everything that Chan was offering, even if it meant going past his limits. He wanted all of Chan, body and soul.He gripped the sheets tightly, his body arching up towards chan, seeking more of that incredible sensation. he could feel himself teetering on the edgethe pleasure was building, mounting. He was feeling so much, so much that it was difficult to process it all.and yet, he wanted more. He wanted more of everything that chan was giving him.Jeongin let out a sharp gasp as he felt Chan begin to move at a quicker pace. The sensation was more intense than before, overwhelming and intoxicating. He could feel his body responding to each and every movement, his muscles clenching involuntarily, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. it was so much, so much pleasure, so much sensation.Jeongin's body was starting to protest the increased pace. The pleasure was still there, still intense, but there was a hint of pain now, a sense of being stretched and filled beyond his limit. His breaths were coming in sharp gasps, his body arching up towards chan with each movement. It was so much, so overwhelming. But there was a part of him that loved it, that relished the feeling of being so completely at Chan's mercy.He was completely overwhelmed by the sensations, his mind and body both in turmoil. He opened his eyes and looked up at chan, his gaze pleading, as he tried to communicate to him with just his eyes.He was struggling to form the words, to tell chan to slow down, or to keep going, or to do something, anything. He was caught in a whirlwind of sensation, unable to think or speak coherently. All he could do was lay there, his body writhing instinctively, trying to tell chan how he was feeling.Jeongin gasped loudly, his body shuddering at the force behind a sudden thrust. It was so much, too much almost, and it was accompanied by a sharp pang of pain. His mind was spinning, overwhelmed by the pain and the pleasure and the sheer intensity of the sensation. He grasped the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold on, to hold on to somethinghe couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone words. All he could do was lie there, his body at Chan's mercy, responding to each and every movement without any control. He was completely lost in the sensation, the pleasuremixing with the pain, creating a swirling, chaotic mixture of emotions. Jeongin let out a loud gasp when Chan hit the spot. It was like a sudden bolt of electricity shot through his body, making him arch up towards Chan with a sharp cry. He felt his body tense up, his muscles tightening involuntarily as the pleasure spiked. It was too much, too intense, too good.each and every hit sent waves of pleasure coursing through Jeongin's body, making him gasp and moan and writhe in ecstasy. It was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. His mind was swirling, his body responding instinctively to each and every touch from chan. It was like a storm was raging inside him, a tumult of pleasure and pain. He could feel himself losing control,slipping further and further into the vortex of sensation. With each more forceful thrust into that spot, jeongin felt as if he was being stretched, filled beyond his limit. It was pleasure and pain in equal measure, a dizzying mixture of sensations that left him gasping and writhing on the bed. His body was responding instinctively, moving in sync with Chan's thrusts, seeking out more of that incredible sensation. He was completely lost in the moment, drowning in a sea of pleasure and pain, overwhelmed by the intensity ofhe could feel Chan's movements becoming more erratic, more uncontrolled.It was a sign that he was close, that he was losing himself in the pleasure. That knowledge made Jeongin feel a strange mixture of emotions. There was a sense of gratification, of joy, in knowing that he was the one making Chan feel this way. But there was also a hint of trepidation, wondering what would happen next if Chan came now, it would be the end, the finale to this incredible experience. As Chan's movements began to pick up speed, Jeongin felt like he was losing himself completely. It was so much, so intense, almost too much too handle.As soon as Chan's teeth sank into the sensitive spot on Jeongin's neck, he felt his whole world explode into a burst of pleasure. The pain and the pleasure mixed together, creating a sensation that was so intense, so overwhelming, it was almost unbearable. He couldn't hold back any longer after that.Jeongin let out a sharp cry as chan continued to drive him higher and higher.All he could do was ride the wave, clinging on for dear life as the pleasure and the pain became an indistinguishable blur, merging into one intensewhirlwind of sensation. He felt completely at Chan's mercy, at the mercy of the pleasure that seemed to have a will of its own. He was completely surrendered, completely given over to the moment, to the sensations that were now consuming him entirelyhe was completely undone, completely lost in the moment. All he could feel was the wave of pleasure building inside him, cresting, until it was too much,hearing his name called out by Jeongin, again and again, in that strangled voice, was intoxicating to Chan. It was a sign that Jeongin was completely lost in the moment, completely consumed by the pleasure that Chan was giving him. It was like music to Chan's ears, a sweet melody that made his heart race and his mind spinhe wanted more, he wanted to see how far he could push Jeongin, how far he could take him. He wanted to see Jeongin completely lose control, completely surrendered to the pleasure.So he kept going, he didn't stop, even as the cry of his name became more frequent, more frenzied.

They were both breathless, panting and sweaty, lost in each other's gazes. They stayed there for a moment, neither one wanting to be the first to break the silence. Jeongin's eyes searched Chan's face, looking for some sign, some indication of what he was feeling.The feeling of Chan pulling out sent a mix of relief and pain through Jeongin's body. He was so sensitive now, so raw, that even small movements felt like too much. He took a deep breath, trying to recover, trying to process everything that had just happened.The warmth of Chan's body, pressed up against his, and the steady rhythm of his breathing slowly lulled Jeongin to sleep, the world fading away into darkness.He wanted to stay in this moment, right now, forever. But he also knew that he couldn't. He would have to get up, eventually, and face the world again.

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♡- A little under 2140 words,a LOT more then my previous chapters lol