ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~last assignment~[6]

~Chapter 6~

"What—Ah!!" Seungmin loudly screamed. "Chan!! Fuck!!" He continued just as loud, his body violently shaking as Chan pushed him down completely and held him firmly against his thighs, his cock entirely filling the small space of his ass.

Chan laughed softly as he brought his other hand to the back of Seungmin's head, pushing his face gently into his neck. "I think I've been too soft on you," Chan whispered deeply into Seungmin's ear as he kept him sat on his lap. "But you told me you can take it, right??" he asked, his voice still insanely deep, dripping with lust.

Seungmin didn't know what to say, think, or even feel. His entire body burned with the pain from Chan's length stretching him out. But the tone in his voice and the dominance in his act quickly washed all the pain away and replaced it with an unbelievable amount of pleasure.

It felt almost like heaven being handled by the older and he was so high on this feeling that he was failing to find any sense of control.

"Answer me, Seungmin," Chan demanded sharply. Seungmin cried louder when Chan slightly pushed his hips into him, pushing his cock even deeper into his ass.

Finally, the tears from before slipped past his eyes when Chan didn't move. They quickly won over his face, streaming down his cheeks relentlessly the longer Chan held him in place. Seungmin incoherently whined, managing a small nod, hoping that'd be enough to please the older.

"Guess I'll take that as a yes," Chan chuckled, gently kissing the side of Seungmin's head as he pulled back slightly and lowered his hips. Seungmin let out a deep breath at the release of pressure, only for a second before Chan returned both hands firmly to Seungmin's waist.

"Scream into my shoulder," he softly teased with a low chuckle, very amused by the younger's reaction. Chan could feel Seungmin's body already trembling in his hand and hear him softly crying into his ear, knowing that it was about to get ten times tougher for him.

Chan was gradually becoming impatient as he grew addicted to the sound of Seungmin's sweet moans for him. He wanted more. He craved them louder and in his ear, like a gentle melody reserved solely for himself.

He quickly tightened his hands before he slowly pulled Seungmin up by his waist, lifting him gently off his length before forcing him back against his thighs. His groan deepened, laying his head against Seungmin's, desperate not to miss any of his soft moans, which almost instantly grew louder.

Chan could feel his cock aching, throbbing with every loud whimper from the younger. He really enjoyed knowing how good he was making Seungmin feel, maybe too much, because Chan quickly felt his body matching Seungmin's as he shook with him.

Still, Chan couldn't stop; it was impossible to slow down. If anything, it drove his hands to move faster as he repeatedly slammed his ass carelessly into his lap.

Seungmin gasped against Chan's shoulder. He was so fucked he couldn't control an ounce of his body anymore. He was whatever Chan needed him to be, and he loved it so much. God, he really liked being fucked and controlled by Chan. He only wished he had enough strength to tell him.

"I know, baby," Chan softly whispered suddenly, kissing his jaw gently. Seungmin whined louder as he desperately clawed at the older's chest. It almost sounded as if Chan could understand his thoughts, and that alone brought him even closer.

"You're doing so good," he gently praised him as he continued his cruel bounces over his cock. "But I need you to cum now," he added, softly ordering him. Seungmin mumbled softly as he attempted to shake his head, denying his request. He still wasn't ready to finish, especially now, considering how good he was feeling.

"Seungmin," Chan called with a firm tone before he sat Seungmin roughly on his lap, palming his thighs as he pushed him further down.

"C-Chan..." Seungmin tried to cry out, his voice still soft, barely above a whisper, as he feebly grasped at the older's fingers that dug into his skin.

"I won't ask you again," he lowly growled in his ear before gently kissing his cheek. He continued his kisses on Seungmin's face as he softly circled the younger in his lap.

Chan rolled his eyes, glancing down at Seungmin's swollen dick between them. He could tell Seungmin was still trying to hold back, and it was quickly starting to piss him off.

Chan clicked his tongue as he pulled back from Seungmin's head. He kept one hand on his waist, gripping tightly on his skin to keep him in place as his other tenderly rubbed against his inner thigh.

"Fuck," Seungmin screamed internally. He quickly caught how heavy Chan's breathing got and was aware he had upset him. He wasn't exactly trying to provoke the older, but he did like how aggressive Chan was with him.

Seungmin was always used to having all the control; he never knew he'd be so into being told what to do. 

He whimpered softly, taking in a sharp breath when Chan moved his hand to his lower stomach. Chan softly pushed his hand down as he slowly rubbed his fingers over the spot he imagined his cock would be.

"How deep am I??" He said with a slight smirk, pushing his hand further down when he heard Seungmin whimpering at him.

"You know it would be a shame if everyone found out that serious Seungmin wasn't as innocent and boring as he seems," Chan said slowly, pulling his hand down and wrapping it gently around Seungmin's dick. "Who likes to be dominated," he added with a soft chuckle as he slowly started stroking him.

Seungmin's eyes shot wide at Chan's words. His best friend was already known as the campus slut, and as much as he loved Felix, he'd rather die before being branded with the matching reputation. Seungmin was nowhere near as confident enough to walk around with such a badge of honor—at least, that's how Felix viewed it.

"You wouldn't want that, would you??" Chan asked, playfully pouting as he quickened his hand's movement.

Seungmin quickly shook his head, "p-please...n-no," he stammered. He winced sharply at Chan's incredible speed, gently grabbing at his black tee as he continued pumping his hand aggressively against his dick.

Chan let out a deep hum, reaching his other hand up for Seungmin's jaw to turn his head and pull his ear closer to his mouth. "Then cum for me," he urged strongly, whispering into his ear, giving the younger one last chance to comply. And it was all Seungmin needed.

Seungmin cried louder, tightening his fingers against Chan's shirt, not minding if he pinched his skin underneath as he finished in his palm. He softly bit down on Chan's shoulder to silence his sobs as Chan continued working his hand against his dick and stroking him through his high.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it??" Chan teased lightly, noticing Seungmin's body roughly twitching with every pump of his hand as he completely coated his black tee white. Seungmin panted desperately as he pulled his arms over Chan's shoulder and hugged him tightly, wanting to feel him as close as possible.

"I got you," Chan softly whispered, repeatedly leaving gentle kisses against the side of his face. Chan knew Seungmin was spent, but he hadn't finished yet. He gave Seungmin's dick one last quick stroke before he returned his hands to his waist.

Chan moaned loudly, burying his face in Seungmin's neck as he slowly lifted his ass from his thighs, using his tightness to simulate his aching cock. He was so desperate as he sloppily guided Seungmin's ass over his length, pulling him up and quickly forcing him back down.

"Seungmin, your ass is perfect," he complimented softly, groaning deeply into his neck. "Ughh...you feel so fucking good around my cock," he continued his soft praise once he caught the way Seungmin's instinctively tightening around him, reacting to his words.

"Please, Seungmin, you can't keep clenching around me..." Chan whimpered lowly, his hands bruising Seungmin's waist as he gripped the younger tighter with every tight squeeze against his cock. "F-Fuck, I'm cu—" he moaned, nuzzling his face deeply in Seungmin's when he felt his hands stutter, dropping Seungmin back into his lap.

Chan whined softly as he wrapped his arms around Seungmin's waist and hugged him back tightly. His chest tightened when he felt the intense relief as he filled the thin sleeve with his cum.