ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~wake me up!!~ [One-Shot] (3)

Description: Seungmin makes a sudden request for Chan to wake him up. 18+

Author's Note: Part 3!! Oh my god, this story is so much longer than expected lol. Insecure Chan and reassuring Seungmin because yes!! 

And happy 100 part!! 

Warning!! Consensual Somnophilla

Song Recommendation!!! Wake Me Up by Avivii (I pray some of y'all were alive long enough to know this song)

Word Count: ??

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Chan was barely halfway shoving his length into the tight space when Seungmin started to wake up, slipping slowly in and out of consciousness. He chased the muffled sounds that he could not quite make out as he tried to pull himself out of his hazy dream state.

He smiled when his nose picked up his familiar scent—the prominent vanilla and musky fragrance that always made his stomach turn. His body felt heavy, and his mind was so clouded, making it difficult to distinguish what was real or not, but he smiled anyway just at the thought of the older.

Seungmin let out another uncontrollable moan, feeling the warmth in his lower stomach burn sharper, the pressure building as Chan continued forcing his pelvis against him. He muttered something under his breath while weakly reaching his hand out for the invisible sensation fluttering inside his core.

"H-Hyung," he whimpered when he softly felt the older's arm. He was still relying solely on his sense of touch, but he could feel the weight of his body hovering over him and his tight grip on his waist holding him down.

Chan took a second to calm his shaking breaths as he stopped the movement of his hips now that the younger was awake. He moaned softly into his neck before moving his hands under Seungmin's thighs and gripping him tightly as he continued pushing his cock into him. "H-Hi, b-baby," he stammered, pulling his head from his neck and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Mm, you're home," he whispered gently. "Did you finish uugh—" Seungmin choked, his eyes shooting wide as he felt Chan completely bottom out in his ass and finally realized what was happening. His body convulsed roughly, feebly reached for Chan's chest, his fingers lightly gripping the fabric at the tight feeling.

Chan tightened his grip, holding Seungmin as firmly as he could manage as he pulled his pelvis back slowly. Seungmin was even tighter now that he was awake, and they both could feel the knot in the pit of their stomachs tightening because of it.

"Mmnh...h-hyung—" Seungmin whimpered louder, biting his bottom lip roughly as he desperately grasped at his chest, legs shaking uncontrollably in his hands when he felt Chan return just as deeply as before. "U-Um...d-did you finish...fuck, the c-chorus??" he attempted to ask, despite the spacing in his mind just by the stretch of his cock.

"Huh...y-yeah," Chan answered nervously, glancing up at Seungmin and quickly shooting his eyes back down to his lap when he met his expectant gaze. He was too busy thinking with his other head that he forgot all about his work and the small condition that Seungmin required of him. It was obvious he was lying, but he was really hoping that Seungmin was still too tired to notice—he wasn't.

Seungmin scoffed, grabbed Chan's jaw between his fingers, and lifted his head up to him. "You finished??" he repeated skeptically, focusing his eyes to watch closely for his reaction. In the same way, Chan could always sense when something was wrong with him; Seungmin could always tell when Chan was lying to him. He always has the same look of guilt hidden behind his eyes, accompanied by the visibly unmistakable tension of his jaw.