9:03PM — j. wonwoo 💌
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, fem!reader, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, finger sucking
Wonwoo had you caged beneath him at the edge of your bed, pounding into you for what felt like ages. The insides of your thighs were aching and slick with your juices. He had made you cum twice already, and he promised this would be the last one, then he’d finally let you rest. But the glimmer in his eyes might as well have been crossed fingers, because you didn’t believe him for a second. With the energy he had now, he could probably go for another round—or two.
His breath was hot and ragged. His fingers clutched onto your thighs like anchors. His hips snapped relentlessly against yours, making the bed creek quietly with his movements. His hair was still a little fluffy from the shower he had taken hours prior, but sweat was starting to form in his roots, making it damp.
“________, you okay?” he asked you through huffed breaths.
Your eyes were shut tight while you tried to focus on your orgasm, but you opened them to look at him when he spoke to you, “Uh huh.”
“Good,” his fox-like eyes looked at you with an amount of love that was too pure for the sinful moment you were having.
After your reassurance, his pace picked up slightly, making your hands grasp onto his waist a little tighter. He thrusted deeper into you every few strokes, like he was coaxing your release to him. He grunted each time he bottomed out inside of you, feeling your warmth completely envelope him just how he loved it. He also loved the way your head fell back into the sheets involuntarily. The way your mouth slacked open from how well he was fucking you. The way your legs pulled up around him as if you couldn’t get enough, even when he was giving you everything he had. Cute, he thought to himself.
He leaned down, capturing your lips in an intense, wet kiss. His deep moans vibrated against your mouth, making you hum back in response. You whined when he pulled away.
“How does it feel, baby?”
Your eyes closed once more. You could feel yourself on the precipice of releasing again. You could practically taste it, “So good, Wonwoo, you always make me feel so good. I’m so close. So close. So clo- Augh-“
It was then your eyes shot open again, and Wonwoo was looking at you with sadistic amusement. He had reached up and hooked his thumb into the corner of your mouth, effectively shutting you up. When he succeeded in doing so, he stuck his other thumb into the opposite side of your mouth, spreading your lips open.
He leaned in close again, speaking in that low tone that made your pussy clench, “You talk too much, y’know that?”
When you simply nodded, he sneered at you. How pathetic you looked when you were being fucked like this. But you were so good for him, he didn’t care. He found it adorable even.
He slipped his digits from your mouth as he bent down to kiss you again, this time more hungry and fervent than before. He thrusted faster than before, wanting to bring you over the edge. He pushed your thighs further up with his hips, allowing himself a new angle to achieve. You moaned against his lips and tongue. When he disconnected them from yours, his hands slipped further down to the base of your neck and shoulders, holding you still as he thrusted into you ruthlessly. His breath was shaking a little from how close he was getting to his own orgasm. Any moment now . . .
You were cumming, clenching around him sporadically. His name tumbling from your lips repeatedly because he was the only thing your pretty, dumb brain could think of in that moment. And he ate it up, a smirk on his lips just before he came inside of you, filling you up for the third time. The skin between your thighs and your sheets were soaked, without a doubt. Your legs were sore and begging for the relief that a good bath would give them right about now. Your arms fell down against the bed. Your chest heaved with each deep breath you took.
Your boyfriend’s hand skimmed over your skin, from your shoulders, down your torso, to your waist where his fingers rubbed you in the most soothing way, “You took that so well. Are you ready to stop?”
Before you even mustered the energy to nod, he was adding:
“Or should I reward you for being so good to me? Hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
You shook your head. Your voice was as weak as your body, fading off when you responded, “Too tired, Won . . .”
He sighed, knowing you had reached your limit for tonight. He nodded in understanding and patted your thighs in encouragement, “Alright, let’s get you taken care of.”
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